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

"Seeing this card is like seeing an elder. Whether it is a high-ranking official or a member of the prominent Kun family, everyone will respectfully call you a hero and give you special treatment."

"Yingjie... I've never heard of him before."

Zhiyue stared at the two characters on the sign, filled with doubt. Regrus smiled slightly:

"Of course, that's because nobody has ever used that title before."

This plaque was bestowed upon me exclusively by Elder Kun Ziying.

Zhiyue was taken aback and couldn't help but look at Regrus's face. That face held memories, longing, and a bittersweet feeling:

"The reason he bestowed such an honor upon me back then was because I proposed to retire first. He wanted to protect me and ensure Cano's peace for the rest of his life, so he made a special exception."

Standing solemnly, a sense of doubt arose in his heart, and he frowned. However, before he could delve into his thoughts, Regulus interjected:

"I haven't used this sign yet, and I don't know if the elders have truly carried out the order. But I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I probably won't need it in the future."

Zhiyue paused, staring at the gleaming metal plaque, about to use the excuse that it was "of great significance and should be kept as a memento" when—

"If you don't want to accept it, then consider it a gift from me to that little brother. Just say that if there's an important task ahead, I will not fail in my duty."

A single, soft sentence struck Zhi Yue's mind like a thunderbolt. He abruptly shifted his gaze to Regulus, who had his back to him:

"Commander Reiss, what...do you mean?"

Zhi Yue suppressed the shock in his heart and forced himself to remain calm as he spoke. But Regulus still smiled slightly:

"Kid, you've got a strong mind, but there's still room for improvement."

Zhiyue did not make any rash moves, but simply stood silently in place.

Regulus stood with his back to him, gazing at the military camp outside the gate, where the changing of the guard was taking place as usual.

"Alright, let's go. I called you here today to tell you that you should leave as soon as possible."

I have organized an operation to thoroughly investigate any suspicious signs in the city, but I cannot guarantee that the other party does not have any other informants in the city.

Only by delving deeper into the Kun family can you have a chance to continue.

He turned his head, his expression grave:

"Now that we've come this far, I believe you know something about 'those guys.' Although I don't know what your plans are, please be extremely careful."

Zhi Yue, his brow furrowed, nodded stiffly. Regrus met his gaze, his cheetah-like eyes fixed on him. Suddenly, he smiled:

"Alright, what are you standing there for? Go do what you're supposed to do. Or are you planning to take my advice and join the legion? Let me tell you, this is a one-time offer."

Zhiyue laughed when he heard this:

"Alright, Uncle Nares, farewell."

Regulus nodded, saying nothing more. Zhiyue had just stepped over the threshold:

"Wait a moment!"

He turned around and saw something flying towards him. He quickly caught it with his hand—it was the sign.

"I know you won't use this, and you probably won't need it, but keep it with you. It's made of good material; it might just stop a fatal wound."

Zhiyue looked at the plaque in his hand; the two characters "Hero" shone brightly, and he smiled.

Thanks.

-

Click, the door opened. Zhi Yue entered the room and saw Qian Xintong holding a water glass in one hand, gazing out the window with a melancholy look in his eyes. His handsome profile, framed by shadows, appeared as sharp as a knife.

"...How long are you going to keep pretending to be melancholy?"

Clearly, Yingzi wasn't going to give her a chance to play dumb. She glared at Yingzi fiercely and silently took a sip of water to ease the awkwardness.

"His complexion is rosy and he looks very energetic. It seems that Physician You Ziji is indeed quite skilled."

Zhiyue stood at the door, arms crossed, smiling as he looked at Qian Xintong on the bed.

Qian Xintong glanced at Zhi Yue, then involuntarily recalled what had just happened, her face flushing even more, her eyes darting around:

"Absolutely! I feel fantastic, so relaxed. I feel like my cultivation has returned!"

Glug glug.

Zhiyue laughed out loud:

"Alright, alright, even important figures from outer space need to eat, right?"

Qian Xintong looked slightly embarrassed:

"Ahem, conservation of energy, conservation of energy."

With a calm expression, Zhi Yue took out the Boundless Starry Sky from his bosom, tore open a spatial rift, and took out all kinds of dishes, filling the coffee table to the brim with a very rich spread.

Every dish is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, offering everything from wild game from the Western Desert to delicacies from the East China Sea.

Yingzi was the first to jump up, her eyes sparkling, drool almost dripping from her mouth:

"Wow, this is quite a feast!"

Zhiyue chuckled lightly:

"Is there any delicacy in this world that can move the Elder?"

Yingzi rolled her eyes:

"You don't know, I became an elder only a few years before you were born."

As soon as he took power, he was always fighting. After fighting the alien races, he fought the humans. After fighting the unruly ones, he fought the outsiders. He ate and slept in the military camp every day. He didn't have many good days.

Besides, let's keep things separate. I've been following you for so long, and I've never had a decent meal, hahaha.

Elder Kun Ziying was known for his approachable manner and closeness to the lower classes, and naturally he was not particular about food.

What's more, he's just a four or five-year-old child. He went up to the table, grabbed a piece of fish, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm—all I see every day is endless yellow sand. Eating something that swims in the water occasionally feels like I'm walking on waterways. So fresh!"

Zhiyue twitched the corner of his mouth:

"It's not that exaggerated. If you can change your cultivation path just by eating, then what's the point of having talent?"

Yingzi swallowed the fish in her mouth, then grabbed a crab leg and retorted while gnawing on it:

"When it comes to cultivation, with your relatively short experience, you should just listen to me."

Well, when it comes to cultivation, talent determines your cultivation efficiency more than the path you take. The real determining factors are the environment and experience you grow up in.

Alas, it's also your ancestor Yu Wang's fault for being too ruthless and having such a powerful bloodline.

Otherwise, in my opinion, you should have cultivated the art of water magic. After all, your old father spoils his wife rotten; she loves water, so he built her a house surrounded by water.

"Never mind, let's not talk about this. Let's eat, let's eat."

As she spoke, Yingzi almost got lost in her memories.

His memory was already fragmented, and the few memories he had were all about the Shuangyue couple, which left a particularly deep impression on him.

Zhiyue was also stunned, recalling some scenes from his childhood.

"Don't go."

A childish voice rang in his mind; it was his own.

On that day, he held his mother's hand, not wanting the two of them to go to the royal city of Saint-Syrian.

His mother was startled, then bent down and gently touched his head:

"Xiaoling, you're ten years old now. Are you still afraid of your mom and dad leaving?"

Xiao Kunling shook his head:

"I'm not afraid. I've already reached the Deep Origin Realm, and I'm not afraid of anyone."

Mom was still smiling:

"That's right, our Xiaoling is unbeatable among her peers, how could she be afraid of being alone?"

My mother is always like this, so gentle, like a spring breeze, making people feel very comfortable.

Xiao Kunling was still hesitant:

"But I'm worried about you, I feel like you're in danger."

Dad came over, lifted Xiao Kunling up by his armpits, and scooped him up in his arms.

"Kid, your parents are pretty capable, you don't need to worry about them! Be a good boy and stay home, your parents will be back soon."

My dad is always like this—carefree, full of energy, and full of strength.

Later, they still left. Xiao Kunling stood at the door of his house, on the bridge of Shuiwei City, watching their backs gradually disappear into the distance, and then vanish in an instant after stepping out of Huanlong Realm.

That was the last time he saw the two of them.

-

"Don't go." This time, it was a girl who called out to him.

She searched desperately in her dreams, and finally managed to grasp herself, refusing to let herself go.