The Days of Being Forced to Become the Savior of a Cultivation Civilization

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The sun rose from the depths of the desert, and the group had been traveling for quite some time. They set off as night fell, giving the villagers no chance to persuade them to stay.

It was a bizarre scene. Three people walked through the desert, empty-handed, without any luggage. Each was wrapped in a sand-colored robe, seemingly hidden in the earthy yellow background. Who could guess that these four people were about to traverse the desolate desert, heading straight for Zhenyue Pass?

"They left really early."

The old village chief appeared at the village gate, leaning on his cane. Perhaps due to the recent dust storm, or perhaps because of the "fierce and ruthless" nature of Zhiyue, there were hardly any dangerous wild animals attacking the village in the desert. So the village chief gave the rebels who were on duty guarding the gate that night the day off. There was no one guarding the village gate last night, so naturally no one noticed that the three of them had left.

The village chief shook his head, his eyes vacantly gazing into the depths of the desert, towards the rising sun:

"How dazzling."

She turned to look at the giant tree of Yara, and sighed softly:

"The world is really changing. The mysterious creature that Xiao Yue discovered, and those leaf oils mixed in with the beast corpses... those guys have actually reappeared."

The giant tree swayed:

"Destroying ethnic groups is truly hateful."

The village chief nodded:

"Don't worry, although my old bones are indeed not very useful anymore, I can still protect the team without launching a direct attack. As for this side, I'll leave it to you."

But can you really convince Lord Oro to lift the restrictions on us?

"Don't worry, He will understand."

The village chief sighed:

"Fine, I'll believe you."

The village chief looked up and surveyed the village. It was peaceful and serene, and everyone was still sound asleep.

"It's just a pity that this village will soon be reduced to ruins, and we will soon have to say goodbye."

"It's alright. Under the protection of adults, no storm will ever reach Nijimura again."

"I understand, but... never mind, there's not much to say. Sigh, I'm getting old after all."

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Several hours later, the sun had been up for some time. The group walked through the desert in silence, while the villagers gradually got up and began their new day.

The elderly were still chatting, the children were still playing, and the strong men were stretching their muscles and sharpening their knives.

As for the Rebels who usually venture into the desert in groups to hunt, they are all sleeping in now. Zhiyue is usually their main damage dealer, and now with Yingzi as their Rebel Treasury, he's even more generous with his spending.

As a result, these old guys didn't have to go hunting in the desert for a long time.

"Old Zhou, still lying down?"

An old man with a hunched back walked into another old man's house and made a taunt. The old man lying in bed remained in bed, not even opening his eyes, but instead stretched.

"Hmm...that feels good. Since becoming a rebel, I've rarely had time to do nothing like this."

"You seem quite at ease with yourself."

The old man lying in bed opened his eyes and rolled his eyes at the visitor:

"Let's not talk about each other, Old Li, you just got out of bed too, didn't you?"

"Heh, you guessed pretty accurately. Shall we give you an award?"

"No need, I appreciate the thought. -- Oh well, we're on a mission, aren't we supposed to conserve our energy?"

The old man lying in bed sat up. Old Zhou, who was already sitting beside the bed, was looking towards the door, gazing at the boundless blue sky and grassland in the distance, somewhat lost in thought.

"Yes, this time, it's not just some casual hunting of wild beasts in the surrounding area. This time, our target is a proper top-tier clan, all of them are elemental beasts."

At this point, Old Man Li's expression hardened:

"The Yarra Forest to the south... I vaguely remember it from when I was little, it was so long ago. My grandfather told me that the forest was silent, yet turbulent and fraught with danger..."

"Whoa—! Whoa—! Whoa…"

A sharp, piercing howl came from the southern edge of the desert.

Qian Xintong couldn't help but frown:

"What's that sound? It's really awful."

Zhiyue also frowned, feeling puzzled:

"This voice... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before, but it's also very unfamiliar."

Qian Xintong scratched his head:

"Never mind, the sound is far away from us, let's ignore it for now, it's probably just a wild animal."

Zhiyue nodded, and the group continued on their way.

"Whoa—! Whoa—! Whoa…"

The desert is fraught with danger; for ordinary people, losing their way is tantamount to death. Extreme temperature changes are a major threat, but more often than not, it's being attacked by predators hidden in the sand, leaving no trace on earth.

"Be careful!"

A giant scorpion emerged from the ground and thrust its stinger at Qian Xintong. Zhi Yue hurriedly warned him, grabbed Qian Xintong, and pulled her aside. He then manipulated a rock spear to attack the giant scorpion, but instead of flying towards the stinger, the rock spear flew towards the ground and precisely pierced the giant scorpion's head.

Qian Xintong: "Huh? I didn't even realize it..."

Zhiyue: "Yingzi, come quick, we've used up all our Ni Yuan again."

Qian Xintong was a little stunned. Zhiyue asked Yingzi for it, while Yingzi complained:

"Is your cultivation just for show? No matter how much you have in reserve, you can't squander it like this. You're about to collapse from exhaustion."

Zhiyue, on the other hand, held it in contempt:

"No matter how strong your cultivation or how large your reserves are, if you don't have a chance to replenish them, you're just an empty shell. Stop pretending. Just say you're hungry. Come on, let's set up camp here. It's getting dark, and it's time to rest."

Soon, a small campsite sprang up from the ground like a high-rise building, complete with everything one could need. The two sat around the campfire, waiting for the freshly slaughtered scorpion tail meat to be cooked. Meanwhile, Zhiyue processed the raw materials that had just been unloaded, preparing them as travel expenses to be reimbursed in town.

"I'm starting!"

Yingzi was the first to speak. These days, Yingzi had little fighting power. Although Qian Xintong didn't say it, it was common knowledge in the cultivation world that one's physique would decline without the nourishment of reverse energy.

Therefore, only Zhiyue could be responsible for ensuring the safety of the group. He hadn't slept a single night in the past few days and thus had no opportunity to transform himself from his environment.

Yingzi became his refueling station, providing a "constant" supply of reversal energy. But reversal energy didn't appear out of thin air, so Yingzi's appetite was enormous, and eating and sleeping well were his biggest tasks. His appetite was several times that of two people combined, and his digestion speed was terrifying.

"belch!"

Yingzi let out a big burp, her little belly bulging roundly, and her mouth covered in grease.

"I'm so full. By the way, why haven't we arrived yet? Did we go astray... Oh well, never mind. Should I... burp, take a break?"

Zhiyue swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth:

"Okay, wait a minute."

As he spoke, he pulled a crystal ball from his pocket. It was unremarkable; who else would recognize it as a treasure at a glance? Zhi Yue casually waved his hand, creating a huge rift, and pulled out—a house?

Yingzi sighed:

"This thing is really useful. You can stuff whatever you want into it, and there's so much space that you can't use it all. It's a pity that only the direct descendants of the Yu King have the right to use it, otherwise I would have kept it for myself long ago."

Zhiyue smiled faintly:

"You think you can say whatever you want just because nobody knows who you are, huh?"

It was called a house, but it was really just an empty shell of a rock sculpture, practically devoid of anything inside, like a matchbox. He took the matchbox out, placed it on the sand with a "thud," and clapped his hands.

"Alright, you guys go to sleep. As usual, I'll keep watch."

"Ah—I'm going to sleep now. I get sleepy as soon as I finish eating."

Yingzi yawned and went inside to sleep, while Qian Xintong remained motionless.

Zhiyue glanced at her:

"Why aren't you going?"

Qian Xintong hesitated for a moment and said:

"I was thinking, why don't you stay the night, and I'll keep watch?"