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

"Oh, look! They've been separated." Ming, savoring his fruit, leisurely pointed to the water mirror, now shattered into seven pieces. Ying Ni was also enjoying her food, seemingly unfazed by the safety of these seven gifted disciples. They came from various sects across Blue Star, each providing them with valuable treasures. Furthermore, Ying Ni had already implemented a protective layer for them before they entered.

Ying Ni watched intently as the seven of them encountered various ferocious spirits. She noticed that the little girl, Mu Ya, seemed fortunate to have landed in the territory of a female veteran who had fought bloody battles on Blue Star. This female veteran had once wielded great military exploits on Blue Star, and her territory was imbued with her power and protection. Perhaps landing here, Mu Ya would receive this veteran's protection and guidance, offering a glimmer of hope in this perilous environment.

Muya stood in a thick fog, her surroundings utterly silent, no one in sight. She suddenly realized she had been separated from her companions. She remained silent, cautiously exploring her surroundings. Muya moved forward quietly, trying not to make any noise. Suddenly, the scene before her changed completely, and she found herself in a familiar setting.

Muya rubbed her eyes, wondering in disbelief, "Is this the Magic City?" She scanned her surroundings, searching for any familiar landmarks. Finally, she came to an unbelievable conclusion: This was indeed the Magic City, but it was the city before liberation. The night hadn't yet fully faded, and a faint bluish-purple hue began to shimmer across the sky, like a final elegy before dawn. The scene felt both strange and familiar, as if she had traveled back in time.

Muya stood there, looking around. Before her eyes was a scene of desolation and ruin. The mountain village, once brimming with life and energy, was now reduced to shattered ruins. These shattered walls stood silently, as if telling of the indelible disaster. A gentle breeze blew, bringing a chill that seemed to dispel the bloody memories. Yet, the wind also seemed to whisper in her ears, recounting that tragic history, bringing waves of heartache and sorrow.

Muya stood at the village entrance, her gaze fixed on the ancient locust tree. This tree had once witnessed the laughter and joy of countless children, a haven for their playful pursuits. However, the scene now looked completely different. The once lush canopy was gone, leaving only a bare trunk and a few solitary leaves, shivering in the cold wind, as if speaking of endless loneliness and desolation. Deep scars carved into the trunk stood out, a silent mourning for the villagers, a silent remembrance of the horrific massacre unleashed by the R-people. These scars, like scars from history, were deeply engraved in Muya's heart, haunting the memories of the lives lost and the joys of the past.

Muya slowly entered the desolate village. The sights she encountered were heartbreaking. Houses, once warm and welcoming, now stood in a desolate state. Some had collapsed, like ruins forgotten by time; others lay utterly dilapidated, their doors and windows shattered, their roofs crumbled, a silent testament to past tragedies. Every inch of land seemed stained with blood and tears, and the air was thick with the faint scent of blood, a silent testimony to the countless lives lost.

Standing on this land once brimming with life and vitality, Muya couldn't help but recall the past. Back then, this place was filled with laughter and joy. Villagers toiled in the fields, children chased and played in the fields, and the entire village was overflowing with happiness and harmony. Yet, now, this land is shrouded in a dead silence, as if every sound has been mercilessly swallowed. The lives of those innocent villagers, like these shattered houses, have been ruthlessly destroyed by war and disaster, and the tranquility and beauty of the past will never be restored.

Muya stood there, gazing at the blood-stained land, her heart filled with deep respect and endless sorrow. The villagers' once smiling faces seemed to resurface before her eyes, their joyful laughter echoing in her ears, but all was gone. She knew that every life on this land, from the old and weak to the young and strong, was a hero worthy of remembrance. Their sacrifice was not only for their own homes, but also for the freedom and happiness of future generations. Their spirit will forever illuminate the path for those who come after them, inspiring future generations to bravely face challenges and steadfastly pursue peace and justice.

Muya silently vowed to pass on these heroic stories, ensuring that the world will forever remember the tragedy that befell this land, as well as the heroes who sacrificed their lives for peace and justice. She believed that only by remembering history could we better forge ahead into the future, and only by respecting every life could we truly achieve harmony and coexistence among humanity.

Muya's heart was filled with grief for them and a profound respect for them. Standing on the land that had witnessed the heroic sacrifices of countless heroes, her heart was filled with reverence for the martyrs. "Dear martyrs, China now stands at the top of the world, and no one dares to invade. From past setbacks to today's prosperity, we hold the most important national treasure in our hands, awe-inspiring. This prosperous era is just as you wished." Muya pulled her phone from her storage bag and played songs like "As Wish" and "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" on this land, songs filled with respect for the martyrs and love for the country.

Upon hearing this melody, the surviving Heroic Spirits in the village flew out from the ground and gathered around a vigilant Heroic Spirit. Seeing this, the other Heroic Spirits approached to inquire about the vigilant Heroic Spirit's condition, only to see tears of blood streaming down his face. The vigilant Heroic Spirit calmed down and relayed Muya's words to the other awakened Heroic Spirits.

The other heroic spirits were equally overwhelmed by this. Some wept silently, some burst into tears, and some thrashed around in circles. Their reactions varied widely. The clamor of these spirits disturbed the slumbering Hong Gu. She emanated a strong resentment and floated above the other ghosts, speaking darkly, "Do you want a beating? You're disturbing me."

The heroic spirits surrounded Hong Gu, reciting Mu Ya's words to her. After listening, Hong Gu's resentment gradually subsided. She excitedly pointed at Mu Ya and said, "You mean, she's our descendant. Now China has returned to its peak, which means we've won." Her voice was filled with excitement and pride, as if at that moment, she could see the heroic spirits who had sacrificed their lives for their country smiling in heaven.