The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

"You really don't intend to retaliate?" Wang Chen remembered Ying Ni as someone who held a deep grudge. She recalled how she'd been deceived when she first entered the underworld, spending three hundred mid-grade spirit stones on an item worth only fifty. When she reached the Nascent Soul stage and finally tracked down the vendor, she said nothing, unleashing her Nascent Soul cultivation and sitting in meditation outside the vendor's door for five full days. During those five days, the vendor became a laughingstock in the underworld.

Ying Ni stared at the chaotic sky in the distance, her face darkening as Wang Chen's question rang in her ears. She knew she had acted impulsively in the past.

"How can you be sure that I haven't made any secret plans?" Ying Ni asked Wang Chen. The latter stared into Ying Ni's clear eyes, immediately understood the hidden meaning of her words, and stopped asking.

"It's time for you to leave." Wang Chen got the answer he wanted, and then he gestured for Ying Ni to leave.

"I'm leaving. See you later!" Ying Ni walked out of the bamboo house in a carefree manner and waved to Wang Chen with her back to him.

"See you later, Amitabha." Wang Chen restrained all his emotions and returned to his cold and detached demeanor.

Ying Li and Wang Chen both knew that their next encounter might be when they were fighting against certain beings, or they might meet again by some chance coincidence.

The moment Ying Ni re-entered the underworld, she was immediately aware of someone attempting to deduce her whereabouts. She quickly pulled out a five-zhu coin from her pocket and, using the secret techniques of the Tianji Sect, tracked the person lurking in the shadows, following the predicted trajectory. Meanwhile, somewhere beneath the underworld, a group of black-cloaked figures gathered around an altar, upon which sat a withered, elderly priest. Eight young, spiritually powerful Nine Yin women lay flat on the altar's eight trigrams. Their hands were severed, and blood slowly flowed into the altar's grooves. The old priest continued to perform a mysterious ritual.

Suddenly, the priest stopped all movement, and the blood in the altar's groove suddenly began to boil. He immediately realized that someone was calculating their position backwards. He hurriedly ordered the black-clad men below the altar to quickly remove the offerings from the eight directions. The priest secretly sighed, thinking that if he were younger, he would definitely be able to compete with this person.

Ying Ni sensed the connection weakening and realized the other party was attempting to escape. Since they wouldn't confront her head-on, she figured, don't blame her for offering a special "gift." Ying Ni quickly switched to her secret technique, following the weak connection to the altar. Just as the old priest stepped down from the altar, it began to shake violently, followed by a loud bang and a bang. As the horrified bystanders watched, the priests and the men in black surrounding the altar instantly turned to ash, and the entire underground space collapsed, completely burying all traces.

The sudden, resounding roar, like a bolt from the blue, not only instantly captured the attention of the devoted cultivators, but also drew immense attention from the depths of the underworld. In less than a moment, the once tranquil land was filled with the figures of the Ten Directions Yama, their expressions solemn and their gazes piercing. Simultaneously, numerous ghost soldiers arrived upon the news, quickly deploying themselves around the perimeter, forming a tight defensive line. From afar, a growing number of onlookers, drawn by the noise, gathered, curious, concerned, or driven by hidden motives, eager to explore this mysterious land. The scene became incredibly lively, and a tense and mysterious atmosphere permeated the air.

In a dim corner, the conspirator pulling all the strings finally received the news. He was fiddling with a small gadget, seemingly nonchalant, as a subordinate hurriedly reported to him. However, upon hearing the shocking news, the object in his hand suddenly crumbled to ash, as if consumed by the rage within him. With a fierce wave of his left hand, a powerful divine force erupted, instantly sending the reporting subordinate flying out of the underground palace and disappearing into the darkness.

He angrily swept the items off the table with his hands. With a crackling sound, the precious objects fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces. His eyes flashed with anger, and he cursed through gnashing teeth, "Damn Shang, I swear, I will make sure you die without a burial place, and your body will not rest in peace even in hell!" His voice echoed in the underground palace, filled with endless hatred and determination.

Ying Ni slowly returned to the inn, feeling elated. As soon as he entered, he heard whispers discussing his masterpiece. Mu Ya and a few others sat around a table, craning their necks to eavesdrop on the conversations at other tables. Ying Ni walked over and gently tapped on the table, instantly snapping Mu Ya and the others to their senses. They looked like students caught in class.

"The situation has been turbulent recently, so try to go out as little as possible." Ying Li reminded them softly, and Mu Ya and the others nodded obediently to show their understanding.

"I heard that a treasure house appeared in the south of Youdu..." one of them began.

"That's right. Many important figures from the underworld gathered there at that time. It was said that they were fighting for a sacred artifact..." another person continued.

"Have you heard? About the underworld..." Once the topic started, all kinds of rumors spread quickly and various statements emerged one after another.

In the underworld's Fengdu City, a magnificent palace stood shrouded in darkness. Deep within the palace, the Emperor of Fengdu sat atop a high throne, his gaze dignified and penetrating. Before him, the Ten Yamas stood on either side, clad in black robes and solemn expressions, as if awaiting some important order. Beneath the palace, the ghost officials in charge of that area knelt in a row, their bodies trembling slightly, a hint of nervousness.

"Tell me, you patrol day after day, don't you notice anything unusual?" The King of Fengdu spoke slowly, his voice gentle but with irresistible majesty, as if it could penetrate all darkness and reach people's hearts.

"Reporting to the emperor, we have indeed not found anything unusual." One of the ghost officials answered tremblingly, with a hint of trembling in his voice, obviously afraid of the emperor's majesty.

"No, there's definitely something unusual." Another ghost officer suddenly raised his voice, as if remembering something important. "I remember a few ghosts mentioned that they smelled the scent of living people, but when we went to investigate, we didn't find any traces, so we thought the ghosts were hallucinating due to hunger."

Upon hearing this, the Fengdu Emperor and the Ten Directions Yama Luo, who were present, realized that this organization was extremely well-hidden. Apparently, the ghost officials of the underworld had recently become too comfortable, lacking challenges, and idling day after day, causing their perception of abnormal situations to become dull.

"That's it." The King of Fengdu seemed unwilling to say anything more. He turned to the Ten Directions Yama and continued, "You each go back and conduct a self-inspection of your own territory. I will inspect it myself later." His voice was filled with an unquestionable command, which made every ghost present feel a chill.

The ten Yamas rose immediately. They knew the Great Emperor's power well. Even if the ten of them joined forces, or even with a hundred times the power, they would struggle to stand before him. They bowed respectfully and quickly left the palace, preparing to return to their respective territories and begin a comprehensive self-examination.