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

Zhiyue twitched the corner of his mouth and asked the guest:

"What kind of discounts does the restaurant offer if we're seeded players?"

"As the largest restaurant in the entire Zhenyue City, our restaurant naturally has to take the lead. We offer unique discounts to the seeded players of the Yuandou Tournament. Anyone with a license can enjoy a completely free meal every day."

Zhiyue raised an eyebrow:

"Wow, that's a really big discount! Can your boss accept it?"

"Of course, our boss not only accepts it, but is also happy to do so."

The welcoming guest made a gesture toward Zhiyue's ear and whispered:

"To be honest, the subsidies we receive from our employer are limited. In principle, the restaurant is allowed to set spending limits for us, but our boss is very generous and directly ordered that we not restrict full reimbursement."

Zhiyue gave a knowing look, nodded, turned his back, fiddled with his clothes for a while, took out a plaque, and handed it to the greeter.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll verify it right away."

The greeter's eyes flashed, and he activated the pass in his hand. At the same time, Zhiyue's eyes also gleamed. A moment later, the greeter returned the pass to Zhiyue.

"Yes, Mr. Zhiyue, and your two companions, please follow me."

Zhiyue nodded, and the three of them followed the greeter to their seats.

On the way, Zhiyue secretly communicated with Qian Xintong and Yingzi telepathically:

This restaurant is quite interesting. The greeter seemed to be whispering to me, but if she really didn't want anyone to hear, she could have simply communicated with me telepathically. This is probably a marketing tactic, exploiting customers' curiosity to subtly leave the impression that 'our attitude is very sincere.' However, I'm quite willing to fall for it.

Yingzi nodded secretly:

[Hmm, their boss is a seasoned veteran. If it were truly some kind of trade secret that couldn't be publicized, he would have already placed a restriction on welcoming customers. This guy is probably just trying to recruit talent and build good relationships.]

Zhi Yue: [As expected of the Second Elder, he's very aware of these underhanded tactics.]

Yingzi rolled her eyes:

"Bullshit, you think becoming an elder is that easy? But you've really misunderstood. I know him very well. If I'm not mistaken, he's right here in this shop, waiting for a genius like you to take the bait."

The three of them sat down in the private room. This room was on the eighteenth floor, the top floor of the restaurant, with a view of the hotel across the street. The hotel was two floors higher than the restaurant, and of course, the tallest feature was the city wall, over a hundred meters high, standing majestically.

[These city walls are so high... just like the high-ranking members of the Kun family, occupying high positions. But looking down, the people on the roadside seem so small and indistinct.]

Yingzi rolled her eyes: [You brat, I believe that when you were still in the main city, I, as an elder, didn't neglect any of the districts.]

Zhiyue shook his head:

Of course. But Uncle—I don't mean to blame you, but I just want to ask—have you ever looked into what life is like in a small village like Rainbow Village?

Yingzi: [...To be honest, almost none. I do have a habit of patrolling around the desert, but I rarely have a real understanding of the specific situation in these villages and towns outside the pass.]

Zhiyue: [Yes, Uncle. I don't know the situation of the other elders. But as you said, even you, an elder who claims to be kind and caring towards the people, can't take care of every corner. Let alone these small settlements outside the pass belonging to the Kun family, how much do you really know about the area inside the pass?]

His expression was calm, tinged with a hint of confusion:

What I mean is that human abilities are ultimately limited. You can't be perfect in every aspect, and neither can I. I have a grand ambition in my heart, but I also know clearly that I don't have the ability to turn my thoughts into reality, not even by returning to the Kun family.

His lips were tightly pressed together as he turned to look westward, where there was no desert in sight, only a high wall:

I used to despise the filth hidden beneath Huanlong's glamorous surface, so I left. But during the eight years I lived in Hongcun, I experienced and learned a lot, and my understanding of that grand ambition deepened, but at the same time, it also made me more desperate. Reality and ideals were too far apart.

Now, I am on my way home, but that sense of belonging still lingers in my heart. I don't even know what is driving me on this journey back home, where there is clearly no longer anything I cherish—do I belong to Hongcun, or to Huanlong City?

Zhi Yue glanced at Qian Xintong, then looked down at the bustling crowd below. Near the restaurant was a market, with many small stalls around it, complementing the restaurant and covering different price ranges of food and beverage.

As dusk settled, the boundary between twilight and the shadows of the high walls slowly traversed the market. One group left, returning to their warm nests; another, accompanied by the warm yellow lights, arrived at their own haven; and yet another group, dressed formally and appropriately, strolled into the restaurant lobby. No one but themselves knew whether they had come to fill their stomachs and enjoy a meal, or to sell their healthy livers for their future careers.

Yingzi was stunned for a long time, then gave a faint smile:

This shows that Huanlong City, or rather the Kun family, still holds a place of interest for you. Perhaps it's a potential enemy, or perhaps a platform.

The atmosphere was too calm.

Qian Xintong stared blankly at the two people sitting in their seats:

"What are you two staring at? Are you talking badly about me behind my back?"

Zhiyue: "No. Oh, by the way, did the person who greeted us just now explain how to order food?"

……

Clearly, none of the three people present heard it.

Qian Xintong scratched his head:

"Wait, aren't you two royalty? How come you can't even order food at a high-class restaurant?"

Zhiyue covered his face and smiled bitterly:

"When I was a child, I would just tell the imperial chef the names of the dishes. Later, when I went to Hongcun, I had even less chance to have a meal in a place like this."

Yingzi couldn't help but laugh:

"Pfft, I just said that, and now karma's coming on."

Qian Xintong rolled her eyes:

"Yingzi, look at this table, is there some kind of reverse-element device?"

Yingzi's eyes flashed, and she indeed noticed a faint golden light in a corner of the table. She channeled her inner energy into it, and a greeter quickly arrived to take their order.

After traveling for so long, the three of them were indeed quite hungry, and their appetites had increased considerably.

Yingzi's mouth was bulging, and her speech was unclear.

"By the way, since you've already got the token, why don't you go and participate?"

Zhiyue thought for a moment:

"If I'm going to participate, I definitely have to go to Huanlong."

Huanlong is the main city of the Kun family and his hometown, but more importantly, there may be countless "good relatives" there waiting to find an opportunity to get rid of him and the last remnant of Shuangyue Caidu in this world, so that they can divide the benefits in a down-to-earth manner.

Yingzi chewed and pondered, swallowing the last bite of meat, and her thoughts burst forth:

No, listen to me, go and participate. Don't reveal your real identity; participate as a villager from Rainbow Village. That way, we'll have planted spies.

Now that I'm like this, I can't use any eyeliner anymore, so you'll have to do it yourself.

Qian Xintong nodded as well:

Indeed, what's more, there's that fake Yingzi involved. I know those flies' methods well; without our special methods, their disguises are almost impossible to detect. The key is that he has your memories.

Zhiyue pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"That makes sense, let's do it that way. Let's look for clues about the doctor here, and once that's settled, I'll go participate in the Yuan Dou Tournament."

Yingzi chuckled awkwardly:

Regarding household registration management outside the pass, the Kun family has actually been rather inadequate. Unexpectedly, this incompetence has now become our advantage.

After a hearty meal, it was completely dark. The sky couldn't hold back the light, and the dust couldn't hold back the heat; the temperature quickly dropped, and pedestrians on the street either gathered together to enjoy the nightlife or hurried home.

"By the way, I'm planning to go and find out what's going on. You guys go back and rest first."

Qian Xintong wondered:

"No need to rush, we've only just arrived, let's get some rest first?"

Zhiyue replied:

"No need. With Yingzi's support lately, we don't lack refining energy, so we don't really need to rest. You two are different now, so you should pay more attention to resting."

I'm thinking of finding out as soon as possible, figuring out the doctor's whereabouts, and also looking for clues about the fake Yingzi.

Qian Xintong: "Then be careful."

Yingzi: "Don't let yourself get caught by bad women outside, hehe—ouch."

Zhiyue smacked him on the head.

-

The warm yellow light always gives people a cozy feeling. Even if the outside temperature is dropping rapidly, people are willing to stay in such a place for a while longer.

"Hey young man, how about something to drink?"

Zhiyue entered a small tavern, where the owner spoke to him.

"I'd like a cup of tea, I don't drink much alcohol."

The boss grinned, his full beard trembling.

"OK."