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

Chapter 45 Gods

Zhiyue shook his head and looked at Qian Xintong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze:

"Can you get out of bed? Or should I feed you?"

Qian Xintong came to her senses, and her expression changed visibly once again:

"Huh? Oh, I can! Stop teasing me—"

Zhiyue laughed out loud:

"Who's flirting with you? I'm asking you."

Enraged, Qian Xintong threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and quickly joined the fray.

"I'm angry! I'm going to feast!"

Zhiyue is holding a scorpion tail in his hand:

"Hey, there's so much on the table, why are you grabbing what's in my hand?"

Qian Xintong stuffed the half-scorpion leg he had snatched into his mouth:

"Mmm! This tastes good! Much better than the one killed in the desert."

Yingzi continued to eat meat heartily:

"This is hardly enough for me. Isn't there any staple food?"

Zhiyue pulled out a rice bucket that was half the height of a person with his backhand:

"Of course I have it. I specifically asked the kitchen staff of Qianhulou for it. I even bought the bucket. From now on, it will be your personal rice bowl."

Qian Xintong finished the last sip of the East China Sea mixed seafood soup:

"Burp! This soup is delicious! But it's not quite as good as the Yin Yang He soup my grandpa makes—"

"Seriously, is it really okay for you to take Boundless Starry Sky shopping so openly?"

Zhiyue shook his head:

"It's alright. Once you're in the Kun family's territory, the Void Condensation Treasure is at most a rare item, not a real treasure."

Besides, isn't it normal for a big spender like me to have two treasures?

Yingzi raised an eyebrow:

"That reminds me, kid, where did you get so much money? Don't tell me you've been hoarding all the money you've earned from hunting all these years?"

Zhiyue shook his head in denial:

"Of course not, they all made me exchange them for spirit stones or other cultivation materials."

Yingzi wondered:

"Then where did you get the money?"

Zhiyue smiled:

"Speaking of which, this meal should be attributed to you."

Yingzi: "On my tab? What, you told Qianhulou that it's on my tab? Do you think they'd believe that?"

Zhiyue still shook his head and denied it:

"Of course not."

As he spoke, he took the metal plaque from his pocket, hid it in his palm, and placed it face down on the coffee table.

"This thing is a treasure! I guarantee it can make your cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds."

Yingzi raised an eyebrow:

"What is this thing that's so mysterious?"

Zhiyue revealed a mysterious smile:

You'll see when you see it.

As he spoke, he moved his hand away, revealing the two bright words "Hero" on the nameplate.

As he expected, Yingzi's eyes instantly lost focus, lost in memories—

He thought of the war seven years ago, of the people who died in that war, of the Mortel family who had locked themselves in their rooms and pretended to be dead, of the commander who had fought alongside him... Who was he again?

He quickly came to his senses, rubbed his forehead, and smiled.

"You were right, kid. So, tell me, who should I go to?"

Zhiyue chuckled lightly:

"The garrison at Ximen is waiting for you."

Yingzi dashed out in a single stride, bursting through the door with a bang. Qian Xintong was completely bewildered:

"Where did he go?"

Zhiyue: "Go see the person he should see."

Qian Xintong held a bowl of soup:

"Uh, so what's that sign?"

Zhiyue scratched his head:

"It's probably... a super VIP card."

Qian Xintong nodded as if she understood, but her eyes revealed a hint of speechlessness.

"Tch, riddle teller, fine, don't tell me then."

She silently took another sip of soup; it had gone cold.

……

The soup had gone cold, but Qian Xintong's head was spinning again. What was going on?

Oh dear, a lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room.

The thought of her own words that morning filled her with shame, and she could hardly believe that she had said them.

Zhiyue, standing to the side, seemed unconcerned, silently gathering up the leftover food and throwing it into the trash can.

Whenever guests leave their rooms, hotel staff take the trash away and transport it to the underground incineration area for disposal.

Zhiyue sat on the sofa, staring blankly out the window.

This is a standard main room, facing south, with plenty of natural light, but this can actually be considered a redundant design.

This room is located on the twentieth floor and is right next to the west city wall. Except at dusk, it receives almost no sunlight throughout the day.

"desert."

Zhi Yue stared out the window, lost in thought, and suddenly blurted out this sentence. Qian Xintong was taken aback:

"W-what desert?"

"Do you know, Xintong, it's a red desert."

Qian Xintong's mouth was slightly open:

"What... Ah, could it be... a dream?"

Zhiyue nodded:

"I saw you in that desert, but when I turned around, you were gone."

Qian Xintong's face flushed slightly:

"Ah, ah... it seems we were both having the same dream."

Me too, I dreamt that I went back there, finally found you, but in the blink of an eye I appeared in another place, and I couldn't find you no matter how hard I looked..."

Qian Xintong pretended to be calm, but her voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible, almost a mumble.

Zhiyue smiled:

"What's wrong? Are you scared because you can't find me?"

Qian Xintong's face felt hot:

"You did this on purpose, didn't you!"

Zhiyue couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you were just too funny, I couldn't help myself... Hey, don't hit me, don't hit me—"

Qian Xintong punched Zhi Yue three times in the back, but her face was filled with shame, anger and a smile.

Zhiyue reached out to stop him:

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business. So, you've seen that desert?"

After this commotion, Qian Xintong calmed down considerably, crossed her arms, and shook her head.

"Yes. My hometown is a small village."

That red sand... was the first place I went to after leaving my hometown. It was similar to the Lonely Desert, but even more desolate.

The people there don't know what "reverse origin" is, let alone what cultivation is. There's no technology, no rebels, just a group of people fighting for food and water...

She recalled wandering aimlessly through the endless red sand, and the struggle to survive with her delicate five- or six-year-old body.

He recalled being led to his settlement by a group of sand hunters, and how the weak people worshipped him as a god—

"The gods..."

Zhiyue: "What?"

Qian Xintong came to her senses:

"Ah, it's nothing, just some memories."

She shook her head and smiled it off.

"But you left later, didn't you?"

Qian Xintong nodded:

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"So, what happened to that group of people in the end?"

Qian Xintong was taken aback, and after a long while, she slowly said:

"They...didn't survive."

Silence filled the room. Zhiyue was at a loss for words at this unexpected answer:

"Feel sorry."

Qian Xintong smiled and shook her head:

"It's all in the past."

They died in a natural disaster. At the time, my cultivation level was too low, and I was unable to protect them.

My father also taught me that saving them was not my mission. I did my best, and I owe no one anything, not even to my own conscience.

Qian Xintong lowered her head, fiddling with her hands that seemed to have nowhere to go; Zhi Yue sat to the side, the two of them occupying one end of the sofa.

He crossed his legs, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, and looked at Qian Xintong sideways with a slight smile on his lips:

"You could have simply abandoned them and stayed out of trouble, but you didn't."

Qian Xintong shook his head:

"You don't understand. When there is a group of people who worship you as a god and believe that your power can protect their peace and happiness forever, it is impossible to bear to let them go unchecked."

Qian Xintong turned her head to look out the window, her eyes filled with unconcealed sorrow.

"Gods, please save us!!!"

The wailing in his dream lingered in Zhiyue's mind:

What's it like to become a god?

Qian Xintong smiled bitterly:

"I still remember the first time I met the indigenous people there. They knelt down and called me 'the goddess who descended from the sky';

I still remember a skinny little girl who gave me her last sip of water, saying:

"God wants to save people; God cannot die of thirst."

silence.

"What does one need to do to become a god?"

"...

Witnessing the suffering of the world, saving the common people, becoming a source of hope and a place of faith.