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

Yingzi, standing to the side, had her hands behind her back, staring at her toes, pacing back and forth while sighing. The entire scene was observed by the boss.

"That young man is very young. He just said that he is a seeded player in the Yuan Dou Tournament, which confirms this, but he doesn't seem to have any vigor or energy at all."

The poor girl he carried had platinum blonde hair and was undoubtedly of Aurelion blood.

As for this illness, it's quite peculiar. What are Yu Dao's methods?

How could this be? Only the Kun family on the entire continent has such methods, but I know at least eight or nine out of ten of the Yu Dao rebels, not to mention all of them. There shouldn't be any incident of violence or injury.

As for that child… he was unusually calm. Hmph, there must be something fishy going on.

For some reason, this pacing manner always feels strangely familiar to me…

He pondered this in his heart but did not show it. He slowly put down his teacup and said:

"Since we're just waiting anyway, let me introduce myself first. My name is Hongquan, and I'm the owner of Qianhulou. I won't go into details about that."

"Then, young man, would you please introduce yourself?"

Hongquan's tone was very composed and polite, completely lacking the airs of a business tycoon. Zhiyue, regaining his composure, replied:

"My name is Zhiyue, this is my sister Xintong, and that is my brother Yingzi. We come from the west."

Hongquan raised an eyebrow:

"From the west, you...come from the desert?"

Zhiyue nodded:

"I guess so. It's on the western edge of the Lonely Desert, and further west is the Red Rock area."

The boss nodded, not rushing to speak, but first mentally reviewing the new information again:

"If it's true, and I've gained the approval of the leader of Reiss, and he's a hero who came out of the desert, then I've really struck gold today."

No, I missed a crucial point—why are they here?

"Could you check their records at the main entrance?"

"Yes."

Hongquan secretly communicated with the messenger beside him. Soon, the messenger retrieved the identification mark from the "Heavenly Eye" in the restaurant's lobby, walked behind Hongquan, and gently touched his skin with his fingers to transmit the information to him.

Hongquan closed his eyes for a moment and quickly came to a conclusion:

"He immediately made it clear that he was a top contender and wanted to ask me for help..."

Not only did he know I was here, but someone also told him that I have a taste for this. Hmph, I wonder which brat or which old man is using me as a bargaining chip to curry favor.

He finished the tea in one gulp, gently put the cup down, and inadvertently glanced at Yingzi again.

At this moment, Yingzi had stopped, still with her hands behind her back, frowning, staring blankly at Qian Xintong.

Zhiyue glanced at him as well, knowing what Yingzi was thinking, and secretly whispered:

Don't overthink it. We all know you couldn't help it.

Yingzi sighed, sat silently on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

Hongquan was momentarily stunned by the scene. It looked so familiar; where did this feeling come from?

Why does this four- or five-year-old child give off such an old-fashioned vibe, like a middle-aged man?

"Mr. Hongquan, thank you for your help. I will definitely give you a gift later."

Zhiyue suddenly interrupted Hongquan's thoughts. The other man was startled, then quickly replied:

"It's nothing, just a small favor. Today, Commander Regrus is personally overseeing the process, so you must be one of the top geniuses."

"To have met such a promising young person like you is my favorite gift, hahaha."

Hongquan chuckled softly. He then looked at Yingzi—he simply couldn't contain his curiosity any longer:

"Little girl, your name is Yingzi, right? How old are you? Who named you, your dad or your mom?"

Hongquan cleverly used his questioning as a way to ease the tense atmosphere and dilute his ulterior motives. Yingzi was no less cunning, quickly disguising herself as a child. They were both seasoned veterans; it was a test of who was more cunning.

"Um... I'm four years old this year, and I don't know who I am. My parents died early, and my brother and I were raised by the neighbor's grandma."

"oh…"

Hongquan quietly walked up to Yingzi, squatted down silently, and made a gesture as if to whisper:

"You mentioned you and your brother, so who's that pretty older sister?"

Yingzi: "That's my grandma's older sister. My brother said we're a family, but we don't have the same parents."

"Oh, I see. What a good child! You're so sensible, like a little adult, haha."

Hongquan pretended to suddenly understand, patted Yingzi's little head, and his words clearly had a hidden meaning.

Just then, with a snap, the door to the room opened, and a man in a white coat, wearing glasses, and with a stubble beard rushed in.

Yingzi was just wondering how to clear herself of suspicion when, well, here comes the material:

"Uncle Hongquan, what's that frame on that uncle's face?"

Hongquan was taken aback, realizing that Yingzi was referring to the doctor's glasses, and replied:

"Ah, that's called glasses. That uncle's eyes were injured and couldn't be healed, so he can't see clearly and can only use those things to help him see."

Yingzi nodded, feigning ignorance.

The visitor asked, with a mixture of anxiety and excitement:

Where is the patient?

Hongquan quickly stood up:

"Doctor Youziji, over here."

You Ziji quickly glanced at Qian Xintong, whose face was deathly pale. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and channeled reverse energy into her veins to check her condition. This check caused his brows to furrow immediately:

"My God... I've been a doctor for so many years and I've never seen this kind of symptom before."

It's like... someone stuffed a bunch of stones into her blood vessels, blocking the flow of blood, but actually, quite the opposite, it's like her blood vessels suddenly lost space piece by piece, causing the blood to bump against the walls everywhere.

"Doctor, can you cure this?"

Zhi Yue asked anxiously. You Ziji shook his head:

"Alas, although I am a physician specializing in the Yu Dao, all those who defy the Yu Dao in the Kun family are registered, and incidents of Yu Dao harming people are rare. Even I have no experience with it."

Zhiyue became even more anxious upon hearing these words:

"Then what—"

Youziji raised his hand to stop him:

"Don't panic. Although I'm not confident I can completely eradicate these traces of the universe, I can try to counteract them. At least I need to stabilize her condition and prevent the spatial fragments from expanding further."

Zhiyue nodded:

Please.

Youziji took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate on manipulating Niyuan.

Zhi Yue's eyes flashed, revealing the physician's reverse path in its entirety, which meant that Qian Xintong's physical attributes could no longer suppress him.

"Her abdomen. What's that huge septum in her stomach?"

At this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else. Zhi Yue gently lifted a corner of Qian Xintong's shirt, revealing the seemingly frozen wound, which truly surprised You Ziji:

"My God, it felt like being pierced by the sharp teeth of some wild beast. I've never heard of anything like it."

A flash of inspiration struck him, but Zhiyue didn't dwell on it, keeping his attention focused on the treatment.

Youziji quickly regained his composure, swiftly completed the exploration of the lesions throughout his body, and began to manipulate the Dao traces of the universe to counteract the remaining Dao traces within his body.

If this step goes wrong even slightly, the condition could worsen. If a major pathway is completely blocked, even the King of the Universe couldn't save the patient.

Fortunately, all was well and no harm was done. Youziji quickly stabilized the restless traces of the universe, putting them into a deep sleep, and further cleared away the small fragments on its limbs, but it was helpless against the source.

"Phew, it's done. There won't be any problems for a while, but as time goes on, the fragments will spread again, and we'll have to find a way to eradicate them."

Everyone present felt a weight lifted off their shoulders.

"But I'm curious, how did these symptoms appear, and why did they suddenly worsen?"

Zhiyue gave a vague answer to the first question, only saying that he had encountered an accident in the desert. As for the second question, he was also baffled; he had been perfectly fine just a few days ago, but after entering the city, it was as if he had been subjected to some kind of shock, and his condition had suddenly worsened. Thinking of this, Zhiyue had a flash of inspiration:

"Could it be... the problem with those flies?"

Seeing that Zhiyue was taken aback, Youziji asked:

"What, did you think of something?"

Zhiyue regained his senses and shook his head:

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect it."