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

Zhiyue finished the last sip of tea leaves, let out a deep sigh, and felt a great sense of relief.

"Okay, but today, I'd like to ask Miss Cano for a favor."

Kano: "Tell me about it?"

Zhiyue: "Be my tour guide, just for one night."

Kano's eyes darted around, and he readily agreed:

"Great, I don't have anything to do tonight anyway."

Suddenly, she smiled slyly:

"By the way, don't get any other ideas. You know who my dad is. If he finds out you dare to have any funny ideas, he'll beat you to a pulp."

Zhiyue chuckled and shook his head in denial:

"Of course I wouldn't dare."

Kano: "Okay, good that you understand. Shall we go?"

Just as Zhiyue was about to agree, he suddenly remembered:

"Wait a minute, I haven't paid yet."

Kano rolled his eyes:

"Oh, put it on my tab, I'll pay for you next time. Let's go!"

-

Meanwhile, in a room on the twentieth floor of the hotel, Qian Xintong was already fast asleep in bed. The past few days of traveling through the desert had truly exhausted her. Of course, this also reflected something else: after being away from the high-concentration environment of reverse energy for so long, her physique was far beyond that of a Star Envoy.

Meanwhile, Yingzi on the sofa had her eyes open, seemingly lost in thought. He closed his eyes, frowned, then sighed, abruptly got up, quietly dressed, and left, leaving Qian Xintong alone asleep in the room.

"Um... Brother... Grandpa..."

-

Yingzi found a black robe somewhere and crept into the night. Even though it was a children's style, it was still too loose for this "wet-and-out" little brat, the hem almost touching the ground. Fortunately, it was late at night and quiet; the desert night was too desolate, and most people didn't like to wander the streets.

This is why a five-year-old boy dressed in a black robe, walking alone on the street, did not attract much attention. Of course, this was also related to his deliberate avoidance of crowds.

Before long, Yingzi reached the other side of the city. Looking back, the inns and restaurants still stood tall. She walked to a small shrine. The shrine was small, only about the size of a stall. The gate was half-open, and above it was a crooked plaque: Shuangyue Shrine.

Peering through the crack in the door, one could see an incense altar in the center of the courtyard, with two sticks of smoldering incense sticks inserted on it, their flames flickering faintly.

Behind the firelight was the person being worshipped by the incense, but they were quite far away. As the night deepened and only the moon hung in the sky, it was impossible to see the face of the statue clearly. All that could be seen were two figures standing side by side, seemingly back to back.

But Kun Ziying knew who they were. Their faces were forever imprinted in his mind, and even if he lost his memory, they would return along with the most basic data of "who I am".

They are heroes, heroes who are not recognized by anyone, heroes who are not remembered by anyone.

Yingzi paused, hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and walked away.

"Young man?"

A kind voice came from behind. The familiar voice made Yingzi stop in her tracks.

"Yes, it's you. Aren't you going to come in and take a look?"

This time, Yingzi didn't hesitate too much and finally crossed the threshold that was somewhat of a stumbling block for him at the moment, and entered the ancestral hall.

"Grandma...Grandma, hello."

Yingzi, in a high-pitched, childlike voice, greeted the hunched old woman. The old woman chuckled.

"Hehehe... Good boy, there's probably more than three generations between us. Young man, it's so late, Talia's almost up, what are you doing wandering around outside all alone?"

Yingzi couldn't help but tense up, her little eyes darting around nervously:

"Uh, I... my mom is asleep, so I sneaked out to play by myself."

The old woman smiled, not exposing Yingzi's flawed lies:

"Really? So, where do you want to go for fun?"

Yingzi had a bad feeling. He couldn't imagine what kind of place in Zhenyue Border Town would make a four or five-year-old child run out alone at night to play there.

"Oh no, what am I going to say now... Ah, I've got it!"

Yingzi looked around and suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"I...I...I just wanted to come here for a quick look! My mom took me past this place during the day, but she didn't let me come in, so I thought I'd sneak out at night. Just now, I looked into this place for a long time, thinking there was no one inside. The yard was so dark, I was a little scared, so I was about to leave."

The old woman was taken aback, clearly not expecting such an answer:

"I see... Young man, your courage is commendable, but don't run around by yourself next time, your mother will worry."

Yingzi breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease.

"Um—by the way, Grandma, could you tell me who these two statues are?"

The old woman was startled again, but then her face lit up with joy:

"Alright, young man."

The two walked to the foot of the statue and looked up. The two statues, a man and a woman, stood back to back, as if facing an enemy attack. The man's face was resolute, giving people a sense of stability and reliability; the woman's face was solemn, and her eyes were as cold as frost, yet they revealed a trace of tenderness.

"These two, known as Shuangyue Caidu, were a husband and wife. In their youth, they were brave and skilled in battle, eliminating foreign enemies for the Kun family. Later, they guarded the family and prevented outsiders from causing trouble. They devoted their lives to the Kun family and eventually died on the battlefield. They are the Kun family's eternal heroes."

Yingzi's eyes were fixed on their faces:

"I see... Then I hope that when I grow up, I can become a hero like that."

The old woman was somewhat surprised:

"Don't you ever wonder why you've never heard this story before?"

Kun Ziying shook her head, her gaze remaining fixed.

"I have no doubt that heroes are heroes, and their deeds will not change whether people tell them or not. Now I know, so they are the heroes in my heart."

The old woman was stunned. She looked into the boy's eyes, and in those eyes were complex emotions that were not found in people his age: was it admiration? Was it sadness? Was it... nostalgia?

"But are the actions of heroes who aren't recognized by the public truly worthwhile?"

Kun Ziying lowered her head and shook her head:

"People may not thank Frostmountain for its judgment, but that doesn't mean their achievements can be erased."

……

"Thank you, Grandma. I'm going now. You're right, I was worried Mom wouldn't be able to find me when she woke up. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Yingzi ran towards the door. The old woman, however, called out from afar:

"Wait a minute, young man!"

Yingzi stopped and looked back:

"What's wrong, Grandma?"

……

"Did you know that the Kun family is holding a Yuan Dou Tournament soon?"

Yingzi was taken aback, her lips trembling slightly:

"I know, but I'm too young right now. My mom won't let me participate. She's afraid I'll get bullied if I show up so early."

……

After another moment of silence, the old woman slowly spoke:

"I see. Well, be careful on your journey. If you want to come visit, feel free to come anytime. Grandma will always be here."

Yingzi smiled faintly:

"Okay, bye Grandma!"

After saying that, he laughed and ran away, leaving the old woman alone in the courtyard, standing there blankly, staring blankly out the door.