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

Kano was speechless; her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter the rest of her sentence. She didn't understand why Zhiyue had reacted so strongly.

Tongyan still stood up.

She picked up her cane and slowly walked towards the two men. As she got closer, she squinted her already somewhat cloudy eyes, trying to make out the man's appearance.

Her eyes widened, then she forcibly suppressed her shock. Having lived so many years and seen so much, she quickly calmed her astonishment.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Zhiyue snapped out of his daze, hesitated for a moment, and replied:

"My name is... Zhiyue, and I come from a small village across the desert."

Tongyan paused for a moment, then sighed softly:

"Sigh, fine. One or two of them..."

The words were spoken very softly, and neither of them could hear them clearly:

"Young man, this place is called Shuangyue Shrine. Let me tell you the story of Shuangyue's judgment."

"Kano, you should listen too. There might be some things, some details I forgot to tell you, or I might not be sure."

Kano paused for a moment, then nodded:

"Oh... okay, okay."

Tongyan slowly walked towards the statue, gently stroked the base twice, and slowly spoke:

"Back in the past, during the era when the conflict between the Kun family and the Mortel family was at its most intense, Elder Kun Ziying was still a rising star in the Kun family who was just beginning to show his talent."

At that time, as a newly promoted junior, he was the youngest and least experienced among the elders. Although his cultivation was outstanding, he still found it difficult to gain everyone's full recognition.

One of the more significant reasons is that the existence of his "brother" is something that cannot be ignored—"

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"Zhenyue...that man actually became Kunziying's backer."

"Hmph, I never expected that a mere junior, barely a hundred years old, would manage to latch onto such a powerful figure."

A deep, hoarse voice spoke in a low voice, filled with jealousy and resentment.

In the recent election for elders, he came in second place but lost to Kun Ziying, a newcomer.

"Perhaps they're hiding something; the commander-in-chief won't just ask for people casually."

Everyone knows that this election is actually just a way to find a... successor for the Grand Marshal?

A lazy, casual voice came from the bed.

The man reclined on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand, speaking as he drank. The man sitting beside him glanced at him:

"You really think this place is your own home, drinking my wine and lying in my bed, but do as you please."

As for the question you raised, I think it's not impossible, even though that guy has a wrinkled face, a full head of white hair, and looks like he doesn't have much time left to live—"

"But some people, after breaking through in cultivation, retain their aged and faded appearance, specifically to set traps for people like you."

The man on the bed interrupted, leaving the sitting man speechless for a moment, only able to glare at him:

"You... are right. But I won't fall for your trap so easily."

"Hmph, rather, I think it's more likely that the Commander-in-Chief knows he's close to that person and wants to use this junior to win over those two."

The man on the bed tilted his head, thought for a moment, and replied:

"That makes some sense."

Those two individuals are outside the Kun family's military and political system. They are only consulted on important matters concerning the entire family, which is the origin of the "Frosty Mountain Consultation" combination.

No one can control them, not even any ancestor. Besides, he himself is an ancestor.

After speaking, he stood up and slammed his wine glass down on the table in front of the seated man.

"So, what are you planning to do, you loser?"

The latter frowned:

"Don't call me that. Humph, this time, I guess I'm just unlucky."

We spent a lot of money bribing so many old folks, and it all went down the drain.

The man picked up the glass in front of him and examined it closely. His deep, sinister face was reflected in the transparent glass.

"Next time, I'll make him pay in full."

"Wait a minute, Grandma."

Tong Yan paused, and Zhi Yue suddenly reached out and interrupted her:

"We... are a bit short on time."

I know the gist of the story so far, but could you tell me about the ending of Frostmountain's Judgment?

Tongyan looked solemnly at Zhiyue's profile—he was looking at the sculpture, his body slightly turned to the side, intentionally hiding the tear stains on his face, even if it was just burying his head in the sand.

She looked deeply at Zhiyue, her eyes filled with sorrow and pity, and sighed:

"Alright, then tell me, how did this Frostmountain Judgment ultimately end up remaining forever in Mortel's territory?"

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"As we approached the end of the war, the Kun family's defenses suffered a series of setbacks for unknown reasons..."

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"Reporting to Commander-in-Chief Jieying, the Southern Army's defenses have been repelled by the enemy. Their tactics are meticulous, their objective is very clear, and they are heading straight for our position, just like..."

A soldier in full armor is reporting to Kun Ziying.

At this time, Kun Ziying had inherited the position of Grand Commander who had led him to grow up, and was in full charge of the Kun family's battlefield affairs.

As it turns out, the loser who tried to drag him down in the election ultimately failed.

His cultivation level did not stop improving, but the amount of white hair on his head increased even more:

"It's like someone knows the layout of our defenses, right?"

His somber, heavy, and hoarse voice emanated from the command center, and even the reporting sergeant below, without looking up, could feel a chill creeping over him—

That was the anger of Commander Jieying, silently erupting in the form of leaked reverse energy.

"No...that's right, Elder, I suspect there's a traitor among us."

The sergeant suddenly raised his head, looking at Kun Ziying with a solemn and resolute expression, and the other party responded with the same expression, meeting his gaze.

"I know. I have discussed this matter with Shuangyue Caidu and we have a preliminary plan."

However, the other party is deeply entrenched and difficult to uncover in the short term, and it will likely be difficult to deal with them as well.

The sergeant wasn't surprised; he probably expected that Commander-in-Chief Jie Ying had already discovered the presence of the mole.

"Elder, what about us...?"

Kunziying waved her hand:

"Don't alert the enemy. Heed my order, lead all soldiers to retreat to a safe distance, cease fighting, and await my further orders."

Of course, if the plan proceeds smoothly, this war should only have one final battle left.

The sergeant didn't understand the commander-in-chief's words, but he had no choice but to accept the order and leave in a hurry.

"This sergeant is actually the commander of the Southern Corps, named Rigol, Rigol Fildi."

Kano was taken aback, and Zhiyue rolled his eyes, as if he had remembered something:

"Is your last name...?"

Cano nodded:

"Yes, Philedict, this Commander Rigel is my elder brother."