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

Yingzi looked puzzled and was about to ask a question when she suddenly froze, a look of sudden realization crossing her face:

"Ah, I see. It was that soldier leader who used magic."

So that's how it is. Yingzi activated her vision and detected a trace of red residue where Regrus had disappeared, which was the mark of the application of the fire magic.

"You little brat, if I hadn't dodged that last move, I probably would have been thrown into the sand, right?"

"Sir, you flatter me. It was just a fighting instinct."

Zhiyue chuckled, offering no direct answer. Regulus burst into laughter:

"Alright, alright, you kid—hey, how about joining us? Someone with your skills definitely shouldn't be wasted in the army, but you could also consider joining the Kun family. The benefits are very good."

Zhiyue shook his head:

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm not really interested. I prefer to travel around."

Regulus wasn't annoyed and nodded:

"Indeed, geniuses like you are all like this, you can't keep them tied down, just like my daughter who runs around everywhere. Hehe, I don't mean to brag, I just want to say that my daughter has a wild nature—of course, her talent for cultivation is not bad either, I, as her father, haven't held her back, haha."

Regulus rambled on and on, inadvertently showing off his daughter, his intentions unclear—

"By the way, she's about your age. You two are similar in age and both geniuses, maybe you'll have a lot to talk about?"

Sure enough, the true intentions were revealed at the last minute. Normally, an eighteen-year-old girl is in the prime of her youth and not in a hurry to get married, especially a cultivator whose lifespan is much longer. This doesn't make sense.

"Sir, I don't know if you're eager to have a grandson or what, but I don't think your daughter would want to settle down and start a family at this time, right? After all, you just said yourself that she has a wild nature."

Regulus's smile froze, replaced by a look of sorrow:

"Well, to be honest, it's not that I'm in a hurry to have a grandson, nor is it that she's in a hurry to get married."

Regrus leaned close to Zhiyue's ear and whispered:

Actually, I wanted you to fight her.

...?

Zhiyue didn't quite understand. Then Regulus added:

"Hey, it's my daughter. We're having the Yuan Dou Tournament coming up soon, and she's been thinking about nothing but finding top-ranked players to fight off privately."

Hey, to be honest, young man, before you came, the selection process was all done by automated machines. That stuff is so inaccurate; it picked out a lot of people who were all show and no substance. So later I personally tested these young people, and you're the first one to pass in these three days.

Uh, I'm getting off-topic, let's get back to my daughter. Oh dear, she's so competitive, and as her father, I'm both proud and worried. I'm afraid that, as a young girl, she might run into a bad person and get into danger. I've tried talking to her about it, but she won't listen. She says things like, "If you can find someone strong enough to beat me into submission, I won't look for anyone else and I'll obediently wait until the competition officially starts."

Zhiyue nodded slightly, roughly understanding. It was a story about a warlike young girl who conquered the world, while her elderly father at home was filled with worry. However, the motivation was still somewhat unclear: why did the girl insist on sparring with other players before the tournament even started? It was as if she was—eager to prove herself.

"Alright, sir, we'll be staying here for a while. If there's an opportunity, please bring your daughter over so we can have a friendly spar. I'll do my best."

Regrus nodded and patted Zhiyue's shoulder forcefully:

"Good lad, I thank you for your help. Also, I've told you countless times, don't be so polite with me, just call me Regrus, or Uncle Reis."

Regulus slapped his forehead:

"Oh dear, I still don't know your name?"

"My name is Zhiyue, Yue as in mountain."

"What a great name! Just like you, you're like a rock, impossible to move, haha."

He glanced at Qian Xintong and whispered in his ear:

"By the way, that platinum blonde girl, is she from the east?"

Zhi Yue raised an eyebrow; he knew that the relationship between the Empire and the Kun family had been rather strained recently.

"Oh, you're overthinking it. She's like a little sister I grew up with. We're not blood-related, but she's even closer than a biological sister."

Regulus nodded slowly, without saying anything more.

-

The city gates opened, and the three entered the city.

"Remember to register for the Yuandou Tournament!"

Regulus waved from a distance, and Zhiyue waved back in response.

"What was he saying to you two just now, and why did he talk for so long?"

Qian Xintong asked with a curious expression.

"In short... in a couple of days, some girl might come and beat me up."

Qian Xintong's expression was strange:

"Huh? Did you do something that would make everyone jealous and resentful? How come you're being chased and killed just for entering the city?"

Zhiyue smiled bitterly:

"It's hard to explain in a short time, but I guess it's Uncle Reis's request."

Qian Xintong continued to press for answers:

"Could you explain it more clearly?"

Her eyes were brimming with gossipy enthusiasm. Zhiyue ignored her, replying dismissively:

"Just think of this as a preview of the Yuan Dou Tournament."

Qian Xintong rolled her eyes:

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then."

-

"Hello, we need two rooms."

"Okay, sir, what is your payment method?"

Zhiyue took out a rock plaque with the four large characters "Yuan Dou Tong Xing" engraved on it, and below it was a line of smaller characters engraved with Zhiyue's name.

The hotel receptionist glanced at the sign, his eyes flashing, and immediately confirmed its authenticity:

"Yes, sir. However, the pass for a seeded player only waives the fee for one deluxe room. May I ask what the other room option is?"

Zhiyue hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yingzi. His eyes seemed to say:

"Elder, do you have any money?"

Yingzi replied with her eyes:

"I never carry money when I go out."

Zhiyue sighed softly and said:

"Then it's the same—"

"Yes, sir, your room has been checked in and you can check in anytime. The room is on the twentieth floor."

A black-haired man in a black robe was checking in at another counter. He glanced at the three of them and then went upstairs.

"……Room."

"I'm sorry, sir, the other room has already been checked in. There's only one room of the same standard left."

Zhiyue covered his face:

"Damn. In that case, let's open another regular one."

He looked at Yingzi:

"Let's just make do."

Yingzi shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. Qian Xintong then interjected:

"Why do we have to open two rooms? One is enough!"

...The scene suddenly fell silent.

"You...aren't you suitable?"

Zhi Yue spoke slowly. Qian Xintong rolled her eyes:

"What are you pretending for? We've been sleeping in the same room for so long in Rainbow Village, and now you're all coy?"

Zhiyue thought for a moment and asked the receptionist:

How many beds are in our room?

"There's only one left, sir."

……

Now it was Qian Xintong's turn to feel awkward. Her face flushed slightly, but Yingzi didn't seem to care at all, because he suddenly realized that he was going to have to sleep on the sofa no matter what, although it would be enough.

"But there's also a sofa bed."

Zhiyue was speechless:

Have any customers complained about you breathing heavily when you talk?

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll be more careful next time."

The receptionist quickly bowed her head and apologized, but the upturned corners of her mouth were hard to hide. At the same time, Qian Xintong breathed a sigh of relief, but Yingzi was a little unhappy:

"What, I can't even sleep on the sofa anymore?"

"I slept on the floor in Hongcun, now it's your turn. With your delicate skin, sleeping on the hard floor will strengthen your body."

Yingzi wanted to cry but had no tears; she could only accept the cruel reality.