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

Zhiyue suddenly opened his eyes—it was that dream again; it had been a while since he'd had one.

However, this new play seems to have added another role. He was still lying by the bed, but it was already dawn.

Almost simultaneously, Qian Xintong's eyelids twitched slightly, and she also woke up.

Zhi Yue quickly recovered and, seeing that the unconscious Qian Xintong had finally woken up, was finally relieved.

"You're awake."

As he was speaking, he was about to get up to get Qian Xintong a glass of water, but Qian Xintong grabbed his hand by the bedside.

She leaned against the wall, her head down, her expression hidden in her long platinum blonde hair, making it impossible to see her features.

"Don't go."

Zhiyue was taken aback and had no choice but to obediently return to his original position.

"I had a dream in which I kept looking for you, but every time I found you, you disappeared again."

Qian Xintong's eyes sparkled with tenderness, a stark contrast to the cold face in her dream—and also quite different from the carefree, silly girl she usually was.

Zhiyue was taken aback, then smiled:

"What a coincidence, I also had a dream. In the dream, I always just met you, and then you disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Qian Xintong didn't reply, but just smiled quietly at him, her grip on his hand tightening even more.

Suddenly, she froze, abruptly pulled her hand back, and her cheeks visibly flushed.

"What am I doing?"

She glanced at Zhiyue, who looked puzzled, then quickly looked away.

"I...I...I didn't mean that!"

Zhiyue chuckled softly, slowly stood up, and went to get a glass of water:

"I know, you're still half asleep, aren't you?"

Qian Xintong chuckled a few times, his eyes still darting around:

"Oh right, that's right, um, don't misunderstand."

Zhi Yue did not respond, but silently handed the water to Qian Xintong:

"Here you go. You've just recovered from a serious illness, so don't overthink things. The doctor said you need to drink more water to improve circulation."

Qian Xintong's panic abruptly ceased. She took the water glass, stared blankly at the ripples on the surface, and replied:

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhiyue did not respond, but turned and walked towards the door:

"Something happened last night. I'm going to see Commander Regulus. You can stay at the inn. I'll be right back."

"Don't..."

Qian Xintong spoke, but then stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhi Yue asked. Qian Xintong shook her head:

"No, it's nothing."

Qian Xintong lowered her head silently, muttering to herself. Zhi Yue chuckled softly.

"I think you're still half asleep. You should just rest."

After saying that, he left the room.

Qian Xintong stared blankly at the water for a moment, then suddenly started acting strangely. With one hand, she covered her face, which was as red as a monkey's bottom, while with the other hand, she held a warm cup of water to her face, almost spilling it all over the bed.

"Aaaaaaah, what did I even say?!"

If you crack an egg on her face now, it'll cook her instantly.

"Luckily, no one else heard—wait!"

She looked up abruptly and saw Yingzi on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand and looking at her with a meaningful expression.

"When...did you wake up?"

Qian Xintong asked calmly.

"Anyway, I was earlier than both of you—oh dear, I just woke up too, and I didn't see anything... except for someone holding onto someone else's hand."

Yingzi pretended to yawn, and Qian Xintong's eyes lost their luster, replaced by a murderous intent.

"You'd better forget all of this."

Yingzi waved her hand, still wearing that meaningful smile:

"It's nothing, I just woke up. It's normal to have a dream. In fact, dreaming can even help increase your cultivation level."

Qian Xintong was on the verge of tears:

"But my cultivation level is locked—"

Yingzi's lips twitched:

"Ahem, sorry."

-

"Go to witness, go to save, go to become."

These words lingered in Zhiyue's mind for a long time.

What will I witness? What will I save? And what will I become?

Those ruins, those people—why were they in despair? Zhiyue didn't know, and he didn't understand why they were grabbing his own ankles.

He thought of Xintong again. This was the first time in seven years that the content of his dream had changed.

"Hi, we meet again. You look like you've got something on your mind."

Zhiyue was taken aback:

"Ah, it's Kano. It's nothing, I just had a...unforgettable dream."

In a daze, Zhiyue had already arrived at the west gate of Zhenyue Pass, at the entrance of Regulus's military camp, and Kano happened to be there as well.

"Oh, is that so? That's a good thing. To increase your cultivation level in a dream, congratulations!"

Cano made a congratulatory gesture, looking very cheerful and seemingly unaffected by what happened last night.

Zhiyue smiled slightly:

"Thank you. By the way, you..."

Kano waved his hand:

"It's alright, I've figured out what happened. That wasn't my second brother at all. Although we couldn't catch him, that much is certain."

Zhiyue nodded:

"But that body..."

Cano's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly recovered:

"Yes, that is indeed my second brother's body. But since we couldn't catch him this time, there's nothing we can do about it."

My dad said that since he'll most likely commit another crime in the future anyway, it's not too late to arrest him then.

Zhiyue nodded again. Kano waved his hand:

"You're going to see my dad, right? Then go ahead, he also wants to have a chat with you. I'm leaving now."

Ah—I didn't sleep a wink last night, my cultivation is falling behind. I'm going home to catch up on sleep now, bye-bye.

Zhiyue waved his hand:

Okay, good night, oh no, good morning.

Kano smiled:

Okay, good morning.

-

"Hey, Brother Zhiyue, I was just saying I was thinking of coming to see you."

Zhiyue arrived at Regulus's office:

"Yes, Uncle Reis, about what happened last night..."

Regrus reached out his hand, stopping Zhiyue from continuing:

"Alright, let's put this matter aside for now. I wanted to call you here to thank you."

"Thank you... Ah, to my shame, although I didn't manage to get him to succeed, I still let him get away."

Regrus was bending over, rummaging through something under his seat. Hearing this, he paused, looked up, and asked in surprise:

"Why do you seem a bit off-track today? Is something on your mind?"

Zhiyue's lips twitched:

"Uh, maybe a little."

Regulus lowered his head again, searching as he spoke:

"I said thank you because thank you for protecting my daughter and preventing her from being unable to move after seeing that familiar face—here you are."

He finally found something and slammed it on the table. He stood up and clapped his hands.

"Phew... This thing must be...almost ten years old? And it's her eldest brother and second brother... Heh, let's not talk about that."

In short, this is a treasure, but I don't need it, so I might as well give it to you.

A sign. An ordinary-looking metal sign, covered in dust, with what appeared to be engraved words, but they were blurry and indistinct.

"Ah, wait a minute, let me wipe it off for you first..."

Regulus didn't care; he simply grabbed his sleeve and wiped the dust off.

The square plaque suddenly gleamed, showing no signs of rust despite having been covered in dust for ten years; it was clearly not made of ordinary iron, and the inscriptions on it became clearer.

Yingjie.