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

Cano froze, his lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief:

"You, you are—"

"Get out of the way!"

Zhiyue shouted and quickly cut a sharp rock spike from the wall, which collided with the fireball thrown by Kano in front of him and exploded.

However, the hunched old man had vanished in that short time.

"That's not your second brother, it's just a monster that stole your second brother's body."

"Zhiyue transmitted his voice. Kano also quickly woke up, retreated to Zhiyue's side, assumed a fighting stance, and re-examined the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him.

But the man didn't remember Kano. Instead, he gave Zhiyue a deep look, waved his hand, and scattered a cloud of fire dust, causing the two to dodge. Taking this opportunity, he fled towards the inner city.

Kano was about to give chase immediately, but Zhiyue stopped him in his tracks:

"Don't chase him. Be careful, he might have a backup plan. We're not confident we can handle it."

Kano looked anxious:

"What should we do then? Just let him get away?"

Zhiyue thought for a moment:

"We'll split into two groups. I'll go block his stronghold, and you go find your father."

Kano: "The hideout? What hideout?"

Zhiyue explained:

"This guy got into town by posing as a seeded player, and he just happens to live next door to me. Let's not waste time, let's go!"

Without a second thought, the two jumped off the hundred-meter-high wall.

Kano used a nearby tree as a cushion and landed lightly on the ground, while Zhiyue slammed into the ground like a heavy hammer, making the guard jump with a loud thud.

The two quickly sped westward and parted ways downstairs at the hotel.

Zhiyue rushed towards the room, while Kano continued west to the garrison near the city gate. Without even looking for his father's exact location, he simply stood in the open and shouted:

"Get up! They're arresting you!"

The guards reacted quickly, their first thought being that someone was causing trouble. But upon closer inspection, they realized it was Miss Cano, and were filled with doubt.

Soon, the city's garrison commander, Regulus, came out. Upon seeing it was his daughter, he looked puzzled.

"Young Miss, what are you doing?"

Kano gave his father a brief description of the situation, emphasizing the keywords: flesh, corruption, and his second brother.

Regulus's expression quickly turned serious. He immediately ordered his guards to leave only a small number of members behind, while the rest followed him into the inner city to pursue the enemy. At the same time, he ordered his messenger to make contact with the garrison in the inner city and coordinate an attack from the inside.

On the other side, Zhiyue had already quickly climbed to the twentieth floor and kicked open the door of the room next door.

However, as expected, the room was empty, and not even a single package was left behind. In fact, it's more accurate to say that he didn't bring any packages in the first place, and was ready to leave at any time.

Zhiyue cursed under his breath, but had no choice but to admit defeat. Back in the corridor, he happened to run into Yingzi coming out of the floating staircase and returning to the twentieth floor.

"You...you're not asleep?"

Yingzi was a little embarrassed:

"Uh, I can't sleep, so I'm going out for a walk to clear my head. What about you?"

He peered inside to confirm the house number:

"Why did you come out of the next room?"

Zhiyue quickly described the entire process to Yingzi.

"I didn't expect it to be like this... Oh well, since we didn't catch him, let's just leave it at that for today and go back to rest."

Yingzi advised. Zhiyue sighed and had no choice but to give up.

The two quietly returned to their room.

"Um…"

A faint groan came from the bed. Zhi Yue knew something was wrong and quickly went to Qian Xintong's side.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Zhi Yue didn't care about anything else and immediately threw off the blanket, revealing Qian Xintong's snow-white, no, now deathly white thighs, which had begun to turn blue, with hideous blue veins climbing up her thighs.

Something unexpected happened.

After such a long period without an attack, Zhiyue had thought that her condition had stabilized. However, he did not expect that her condition would deteriorate rapidly after only half a night away.

Qian Xintong's blood circulation was severely impaired, and if this continued, there was no telling what serious consequences might occur.

"We can't delay any longer; we need a doctor immediately to stabilize her condition."

Zhiyue wrapped Qian Xintong in a blanket and picked her up. Yingzi also looked anxious.

"But we've only just arrived here, how would we know where any doctor is?"

Zhiyue was equally anxious, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution.

"I've got it! Let's go find that boss!"

Yingzi saw the restaurant outside the window and suddenly had an idea.

"I know that boss. Although it's a memory from seven years ago, I trust his character. If I ask him for help, he'll definitely lend a hand in order to recruit talent."

Zhiyue nodded, without thinking much, and quickly rushed to the stairwell, jumping down the stairs in one leap at a time, heading straight for the restaurant.

Qian Xintong in his arms showed no signs of waking up, only weak moaning.

"I need to find your boss! Quickly!"

The greeter at the door looked panicked, not knowing what had happened.

Zhiyue said anxiously:

"We have a patient who urgently needs medical help. Tell your boss that top-ranked player Zhiyue has come to ask for assistance, quick!"

The greeter looked flustered and, in desperation, had no choice but to do as instructed. He quickly contacted the owner through the restaurant's internal network of reverse elements and informed him of the matter.

"Please follow me, both of you."

The greeter nodded and instructed Zhiyue and Yingzi to follow her upstairs.

"Just tell me where he is, we're in a hurry."

Yingke was taken aback, but had no choice but to do as he was told. Zhiyue quickly climbed up the stairs to the top floor, leaving Yingzi to climb slowly behind.

Zhiyue quickly found the room where the restaurant owner was.

The door to that room was no different from the other private rooms, but once inside, you could see that the decor had a more personalized style.

"Hello--"

"I am a seeded player in the Yuan Dou Tournament and I believe I am quite strong. We need a Yu Dao doctor to stabilize her condition."

"Afterwards, whether you want me to be your bodyguard, do things for you, or even ruin your restaurant's business at the conference, it's up to you, I'll accept it."

Zhiyue's rapid-fire questions left the boss speechless, and the boss, no ordinary person, immediately ordered a messenger to send a message to a certain physician.

"Boss, Mr. You Ziji will be here soon, in about ten minutes."

The boss nodded, then turned to ask Qi Zhiyue:

"Young man, let's not rush to talk about payment. Tell me about this girl first, what's her background?"

Zhiyue briefly described Qian Xintong's illness, and at that moment Yingzi finally came into the room, panting heavily.

"I can't believe this happened... This situation is difficult to handle. I wonder if I can get someone to help me resolve it."

The boss looked serious and silently took a sip of tea.

He didn't look particularly old; he had the appearance of a middle-aged man and seemed to have a mild temperament.

However, it is precisely this kind of middle-aged appearance that is most deceptive, and no one can say for sure how many years he has lived.

An eerie silence fell over the room. Zhi Yue frowned, watching Qian Xintong's face turn pale with pain, occasionally letting out a weak groan.

With nothing to do, he began to habitually observe his surroundings.

The room was simply and elegantly decorated, with the constant sound of flowing water—perhaps from the humidifier running beside it, or the fish swimming happily in the aquarium. Water elements were everywhere in the room, truly reflecting Yingzi's words:

Wealth is like water; if it doesn't flow, it will stagnate.