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

Cano turned back with a sly smile, then pushed off with his feet and leaped over the wall, running away like a nimble kitten.

Not to be outdone, Zhiyue sprinted along the same route, though his movements were much heavier than Kano's, but his speed was in no way inferior.

After some twists and turns, the two quickly arrived at their first destination.

Kano: "Look over there."

The two were currently on a wall, and Zhiyue looked in the direction she was pointing.

A simple house stood quietly there, the lights were off, and at first glance, it had no special features; it was just an ordinary house.

But when Zhiyue looked closely, he saw a man sitting at the entrance of the house.

The man was clearly not an ordinary citizen; he was dressed in light armor and carried a long spear that gleamed faintly silver in the light of Bass.

A figure walked from the courtyard to the gate and gently patted the man's head.

The figure had a ponytail, a hairstyle named after Mortel—and one could vaguely tell she was tall. The two seemed to be discussing something, completely unaware of the two people on the wall.

Zhiyue couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Where is this place? Why are there soldiers stationed here?"

Kano: "This is my home."

Zhiyue: "...Why did you bring me to your house? Is your house...something fun?"

Kano: "Of course not, I'm here to deliver a message."

Kano's eyes flashed, and he picked up a stone from beside him. After concentrating on the stone for a moment, he imbued it with a scorching aura.

Zhi Yue activated his Reverse Vision in time and could see that a faint red light had been attached to the stone, which was a trace of the Fire Dao technique.

With a burst of strength, she hurled the stone toward the two of them.

With a snap, the woman caught the stone with one hand.

Her first reaction was to look in the direction the stone had come from, while the two of them had already crouched down and hidden behind the wall.

The woman then stood holding the stone for a moment, subconsciously looking into the doorway, before slowly turning back around, rubbing her forehead, exchanging a few words with the man, and then the two prepared to leave.

Before leaving, the woman glanced in their direction several times, but ultimately made no further move.

Zhiyue couldn't help but wonder:

"What did you attach to it?"

Kano chuckled:

"This is my message. It says:"

"You two don't need to keep watch anymore. I'm going out for a stroll tonight. Go back and get some rest. And don't tell my father!"

Zhiyue: "Who are those two people?"

Kano: "They are my dad's men. They are usually very good to me. These past two days, my dad has been away from home, and they have been helping to protect me."

Zhiyue chuckled lightly:

"Looks like you've had it tough too. But what rank of officer is your father that he needs someone to watch over him all the time?"

Cano shook his hand:

"Hey, my father wasn't a high-ranking official, the problem isn't with him."

Actually, I don't think it's necessary to assign me bodyguards. How should I put it? If someone really wanted to harm me, it would be very difficult to defend against, haha.

Zhiyue's expression was strange:

"From what you're saying, there are important people in your family?"

When asked this question, Kano's eyes darted around:

"Uh, I can't tell you that, it's a secret. Oh well, let's go, let's go see some really fun places!"

Bass was already directly above the night sky, and the border of Talia was gradually appearing on the horizon.

A compact ancestral hall door appeared before the two. It was a small ancestral hall, occupying only a small area, like an ordinary residence, rather than a public place for people to worship.

"Grandma Tongyan!"

Kano called out someone's name into the yard:

"Hey, little Kano!"

An old but kind voice quickly responded.

The two stepped over the threshold and entered the ancestral hall. The first thing they saw were two human statues, back to back, as if they were fighting.

"What's going on today? In the middle of the night, my little shrine has received two guests. Hehehe."

Kano skipped and hopped into the yard, saying as he went:

"What? Someone else was here today? Who was it? When did this place become so popular?"

Tongyan chuckled, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes becoming even more pronounced.

"Indeed, it's a... four or five-year-old boy. Oh dear, today Talia is truly rising from the west—oh, she's already peeking out from the east."

Cano scratched his head:

"A little boy? Whose brat is sneaking out to play in the middle of the night?"

Tongyan nodded, straightened up from the recliner by the inner room door, and bent over to stand up.

"Grandma, you should rest. We'll just take a stroll."

"Alright, okay... Eh? And who is this...?"

At this point, the old man realized that there was a third person present.

It was unclear when, but Zhiyue seemed to have fallen silent. A person stood motionless before the sculpture, head tilted back, staring intently at the two faces. The moonlight was still pale, obscuring his expression.

"Hey, why are you standing there like that? Oh, I haven't introduced you yet, these two are—"

Kano choked up halfway through her sentence, because when she leaned closer, she saw Zhiyue's face clearly—he was crying.

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Two lines of clear tears flowed silently down the lines on Zhiyue's face, down his neck, and soaked his collar, but his expression remained perfectly calm...

No, it just looks calm, but it's also very stiff.

It was a face formed by the interplay and clash of a complex mix of emotions—sadness, anger, longing, resentment, and more—a face that was calm yet turbulent, a face of profound complexity.

"Well, well... Mom."

"Hey, Mom's here."

The cold-blooded killer in the eyes of outsiders, and the aloof and unapproachable female war goddess in the eyes of her clan, is looking at the baby in front of her with a doting expression.

"Papa... Daddy."

"Oh, my dear son!"

The Kun family's "unbreakable wall" was looking at his several-month-old son with excitement and joy.

"This child, speaking so early, must be a child prodigy who matured early and grasped concepts very quickly, hehehe..."

A kind, deep voice came from the side. The somewhat aged-looking man was the boy's uncle, and a highly respected elder of the Kun family.

"Come here, Uncle, give him a hug too."

"Oh dear, looking like this, he'll probably think I'm his grandfather, hehehe..."

The man patted the old man on the shoulder and chuckled, scolding him:

"Get lost, you old bastard, trying to take advantage of me."

"Oh dear, you really are something. You have such great cultivation, why do you insist on keeping this face full of wrinkles?"

The elderly man held the swaddled baby in his arms, smiling as he looked at him.

"Didn't I tell you? Remember the path you came from, and use it as a constant reminder to yourself."

Besides, elders, shouldn't they look a bit older to resemble elders?

The man gave a dismissive smile and stopped trying to persuade him.

The child's mother, standing to the side, smiled serenely, gently holding the man's strong arm.

This gentle demeanor was something that the countless enemies who died at her hands could never have imagined.

Of course, no one would have imagined that the Kun family's "walls" would also open their hearts so wide.

The baby in his arms, with a face full of innocence, looked at the old, wrinkled, yet kind face before him and smiled.

"hey-hey."