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

Led by Gu Yanqing, the seven-member team slowly entered the mysterious Nine Netherworld. The sky seemed covered by a thick black veil, and a faint mist permeated the surroundings, making it difficult for them to discern the path ahead and their surroundings. This mysterious land seemed shrouded in darkness, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Stop." Gu Yanqing looked around, seeing a haze of resentment filling the air, as if even the air itself was polluted. He then produced the only remaining precious artifact from Mount Shu—a shimmering golden thread. "Please extend your hands. This thread will connect us, preventing us from becoming separated if the fog becomes too thick."

"Okay." Muya and the others quickly gathered around, wrapping the silk thread around their wrists. The thread seemed to possess a magical power, allowing them to stay connected in the fog. Then, with Muya at their center, the seven of them maintained a tight formation and continued forward. They took each step carefully, fearing they would be swallowed by the fog and lost in this mysterious and dangerous Nine Netherworld.

At the deepest point of the Nine Netherworld, Ying Ni gently waved her hand, and a water mirror appeared before her and Ming's eyes, reflecting the Nine Netherworld. Gu Yanqing and six others, each armed with their own life-defining weapons, steadfastly journeyed through this cursed land. They were connected by a special silk thread, ensuring they would not become separated in this perilous environment. Their figures appeared dwarfed in the water mirror, as if they could be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.

"They seem to be in trouble." Ming picked up the fruit that Ying Ni had just taken out, took a bite, and her mouth was filled with fragrance. "This fruit is really delicious. Leave some for me when you leave." There was a hint of ease in her voice, as if she didn't care about the predicament in front of her.

"Of course. I left you a complete storage bag, and this is a small life space ring. It's more than enough to grow some low-level plants." Ying Xuan replied with a smile. She knew that Ming had been alone here for tens of thousands of years, so she placed the life ring and storage bag she had painstakingly refined next to Ming. "I have already planted all the plants in my realm for you, especially the fruits, vegetables, and herbs."

Ming accepted the storage bag and ring, sensing the vitality within them, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She knew this was Ying Ni's care for her, for she had once experienced a riot that nearly destroyed her godhood and nearly led her to demonic depravity. Since then, everyone who came to visit her had brought something to help her relieve stress. However, this ring, which could nurture life, still brought her immense joy.

"Also, this storage bag is filled with literary works, books, and novels. You can read them when you're bored to relieve your loneliness." Ying Ni continued, her eyes full of concern. "I hope these books can bring you some joy in the long years ahead."

Ming nodded, her heart filled with gratitude. She knew that Ying Ling's care wasn't just material, but also spiritual comfort. In this dark and lonely place of the underworld, these books would become her spiritual sustenance, keeping her from losing herself in the long years ahead.

"Thank you, Ying Ni." Ming's voice was choked with sobs. She deeply felt Ying Ni's good intentions. She knew that this care would accompany her through countless lonely days and nights, allowing her to find a ray of light in this dark place.

"That's enough. Stop acting like that in front of me. I'm not a man." Ying Li pushed away Ming who was clinging to her.

Ming sat up straight with Ying Ni's push, returning to his previous nonchalant state. "Look, they're about to be in danger."

In the Netherworld, Gu Yanqing and the others sensed the air around them had grown unusually heavy. They immediately became alert and activated their protective gear. Suddenly, a biting, chilling wind swept through, filling the air with a chilling chill. Then, a monstrous ghost in a black robe, its face distorted, suddenly emerged from the darkness. Its eyes were like blazing flames, emitting a suffocating, malevolent aura. The ghost opened its bloody maw and let out a deafening roar, instantly shattering the tranquility of the Netherworld.

Gu Yanqing and his companions witnessed this scene firsthand and quickly assumed combat stances, ready for battle. However, the ghost's agility was astonishing. It moved through the crowd with ghostly ease, seemingly unstoppable. It stretched out its withered arms, suddenly grasped the silk thread connecting them, and pulled hard. With a resounding "bang," the thread snapped, as if torn apart by some invisible force, plunging the scene into chaos.

When the thread that held them together suddenly and without warning snapped, the bond between the seven crumbled. They stood there in shock, filled with disbelief, as they suddenly realized that, without realizing it, they had been separated from their companions. In this mysterious land shrouded in darkness, everyone's heartbeat accelerated to the limit, fear like an invisible shackle, tightly binding their hearts and leaving them feeling suffocated.

They looked around, trying to find their companions in the darkness. However, in this chaotic, dark place, everything seemed so small and powerless. The surroundings seemed to silently mock their helplessness. Countless eyes seemed hidden in the darkness, coldly observing their every move. A suffocating sense of oppression hung in the air, making even breathing difficult. They were filled with uneasiness and anxiety, unsure of what to do next, and even less aware of the dangers lurking in this darkness.

In this isolated and helpless situation, they began to realize that only by finding each other again could they find a glimmer of hope in this unknown land of the underworld. So, they mustered up their courage and began to grope forward in the darkness, hoping to find their lost companions and face the challenges ahead together.

Gu Yanqing took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He knew full well that at this moment, maintaining a calm mind was paramount, so he could find the perfect opportunity to escape or strike back. He gripped his sword tightly, observing his surroundings intently, ready to face the impending, unknown challenges. Meanwhile, in different corners of this cursed land, his eight companions, relying on their courage and wisdom, silently waged a battle against this land rife with mystery and danger.