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

Ying Lun led Mu Ya and several other companions to the Nine Netherworld. At the same time, Bai Fan and Di Xin were still working hard for their future cultivation resources.

The Nine Netherworld, a mysterious and terrifying place, lies hidden deep within the mortal realm, seemingly the darkest corner of the universe. Here, darkness hangs like a thick curtain, shutting out all light. Only faint phosphorescent lights flicker in corners, like will-o'-the-wisp, bringing a sense of unease to this deadly place. These phosphorescent lights flicker in the darkness, as if telling some ancient and mysterious story, inspiring awe.

The air around them seemed frozen, heavy and oppressive. Every breath felt like a struggle against an invisible force. A chilling aura seeped through every inch of skin, piercing deep into the bones, making one tremble uncontrollably. The air was thick with the smell of decay and death, a scent woven from time and death, a breath that filled one with dread. It seemed to come from another world, making one wonder if one had stepped onto the threshold of hell.

In this gloomy world, the surrounding scenery is blurred, as if shrouded by an invisible mist. Occasionally, a few shrill wails echo in the distance, the cries of the dead wandering in the darkness, searching for the unattainable peace in this forgotten land. These wails echo in the darkness, as if telling of endless pain and despair, and they cannot help but evoke pity.

The trees were twisted and hideous, their branches stretched out like dead bones, as if telling of endless pain and despair. The stones on the ground, pitted and eroded by time, were covered with moss and mildew, the traces of time and death. Each stone seemed to carry an unknown history, quietly telling of the horrors and mysteries of the Nine Netherworld. These stones seemed to be ancient witnesses, bearing witness to all the joys and sorrows that had occurred on this land.

In this endless darkness, time seems meaningless, and every moment feels like eternity. Here, life and death intertwine, fear and despair coexist, as if the entire world is shrouded by an invisible force, leaving no escape from this murky and terrifying abyss. This land feels like a forgotten corner, a place abandoned by the world, a place filled with mystery and terror. Here, every corner is filled with the unknown, every moment is filled with danger, and it is impossible not to feel awe.

Ying Ni hovered above the entrance to the Nine Netherworld, explaining in detail to the people around her, "The Nine Netherworld, this mysterious and unfathomable region, is a land of extreme cold and darkness. Countless heinous criminals are imprisoned here, carrying resentment so deep that even the Eighteen Layers of Hell cannot purify it, and so they are sealed here. This gloomy place is also the resting place of Xing Tian, ​​the legendary beheaded god of war. His spirit lingers here, weakening the evil spirits here by 30%. My challenge for you is to safely reach the other side of this perilous Nine Netherworld. If you succeed, I will grant you a rare opportunity."

Muya and her companions stood at the edge of the Nine Netherworld, their gazes determined and filled with fighting spirit, gazing upon this mysterious and perilous realm. After countless preparations and trials, they had finally arrived at this long-awaited moment of testing. Gu Yanqing and several other companions closely guarded Muya, forming a solid barrier. Together, they advanced deeper into the Nine Netherworld, each step firm and powerful.

Ying Ni watched the seven men's every move intently, her eyes revealing a hint of nervous concern. She carefully implanted a stream of sword energy within them. This energy, like a lurking beast, quietly awaited its moment of opportunity. This energy was no ordinary attack, but a powerful protective mechanism. Only in moments of life and death would it awaken, unleashing its incredible power to help them overcome the crisis.

Ying Ni stared at the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld, and a certain person's figure emerged in her mind. She flashed and appeared in the dark abyss.

"Long time no see, Ming." She said softly.

"Indeed, it's been a long time since we last met, Shang," she responded.

As a mysterious and melodious voice echoed through the air, the dark energy surrounding Ying Ni, as if summoned by some unseen force, began to slowly gather. Initially, this dark energy simply drifted through the air, but as time passed, it gradually coalesced into a vague outline. As the dark energy continued to gather, this outline became increasingly clear, as if gradually revealing a certain human charm.

As the dark energy continued to gather, a woman's figure gradually emerged. Her skin was as translucent as porcelain in the moonlight, shimmering with a soft luster, yet tinged with the pallor of the underworld. Her eyes were as deep as the night sky, seemingly able to penetrate the essence of all things, captivating the senses. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down, shimmering with a faint, subtle light, as if each strand held a mysterious power.

She gently parted her red lips, as if recounting the millennia-old secrets of the underworld, or chanting an ancient hymn. Her voice was deep and melodious, imbued with a mysterious charm that captivated the senses. Her every gesture exuded an otherworldly aura, as if she were a spirit of the underworld, or a messenger from another world. The surrounding underworld energy seemed drawn to her presence, gathering around her as if paying homage, expressing awe and worship.

Ming, a deity who transformed after the Nether Qi gained intelligence and spirituality, governs all Nether Qi between heaven and earth. The deepest part of the Nine Netherworlds is a region brimming with Nether Qi, where she resides for a long time. In this dark and mysterious world, she is not only the ruler of Nether Qi but also the guardian of the underworld. Her power is omnipresent, yet mysterious and unfathomable, inspiring awe.

"How do you have the free time to come to me?" Ming's eyes were fixed on Ying Meng. She knew in her heart that the body in front of her was actually the reincarnation of Shang, but its soul belonged to her once beloved friend Shang.

"I actually want to ask you if you have any processed Nine Nether Grass?"

Ying Li was well aware of the characteristics of the Nine Nether Grass. She knew that the Nine Nether Grass naturally contained dark energy and resentment. If it was taken into the body without proper treatment, the resentment and dark energy would turn a person into a stiff corpse.