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

It was a bright morning on the outskirts of the city.

For safety's sake, the three decided it was best to leave first.

Once that demonic organization sets its sights on Zhiyue, it will then target the other two.

These two can be said to be thorns in the side of that monster in the desert. One is a mortal enemy from outside the continent, and the other is someone who knows his disguise. What's worse, these two people have now come together.

A small team of sand-slaughterers has already assembled at the post station.

As its name suggests, the sand pine is spindle-shaped, usually consisting of two or five trees to ensure a symmetrical structure, thus reducing its susceptibility to wind and sand in the desert.

It is equipped with a glass canopy at the front to protect against sand and wind when necessary. The drivers stood in a row and bowed in unison:

"Reporting, boss, the team is assembled and ready to depart!"

……

"Why a whole convoy if there are only three people?"

Qian Xintong chirped softly. Zhi Yue twitched the corner of his mouth:

"I didn't do it. I only ordered one sand shoal, which was just right for three people."

Just then, a large hand patted Zhiyue on the shoulder:

"It wasn't you who called it; the real boss is behind us."

Upon hearing this, Zhiyue turned around and saw Hongquan wearing sunglasses, accompanied by the messenger.

"Hey, it's nice to see you all again."

He pulled down his sunglasses and glanced at Qian Xintong:

"This young lady seems to have recovered a lot. Congratulations!"

Qian Xintong echoed, somewhat awkwardly. Zhiyue and Yingzi exchanged a glance and transmitted their voices:

[You did this? I know you have your own trusted confidants, but it's best not to reveal too much about your identity.]

Yingzi rolled her eyes:

[Being recognized by Regulus made me reflect. However, Regulus is my most trusted commander, so I can rest assured.]

After visiting the military camp, his aura suddenly became much stronger, and he was just one step away from breaking through to the second realm, the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Zhiyue chuckled lightly:

Alright. What's the deal with the owner of Qianhulou?

Yingzi: [I was about to ask you the same thing. So, that big meal this morning was all about using my credit? You took the token I gave Regrus and went to Qianhu Tower to use it like crazy?]

Zhiyue forced a smile:

Don't accuse me wrongly! I only asked if I could get a discount; Qianhulou insisted on giving it to me.

Yingzi sighed and looked up.

It's hard to say. Back then, I did issue a series of orders to Yingjie, but I didn't name anyone by name. I just briefly mentioned that he was someone who had made significant contributions.

He probably thought you were some kind of descendant of some unknown great person and wanted to get closer to you.

Zhiyue reached out his hand to Yingzi.

Yingzi: "? What?"

Give me the sign.

Why?

[Your memories have returned, and your cultivation has improved. It's time to return it to me. Uncle Reis gave it to me; I'm just lending it to you.]

Yingzi was speechless, rolled her eyes, and casually tossed the sign to Zhiyue:

"Here you go, here you go."

Zhiyue took the sign, examined it for a moment, and then casually hung it around his neck.

At the same time, Hongquan also communicated with the Shasuo team and returned to the group's side:

"What have you been chatting about, everyone? We're done here, let's get going."

Zhiyue's doubts:

"Boss Hongquan, we're just a few nobodys, there's no need for you to come and see us off, is there?"

Hongquan waved his hand:

"Hey, don't say that. I'm not stingy with money when it comes to geniuses, including my own time."

Haha, actually I'm also taking this opportunity to visit the Thousand Salt Lake area. It's been a long time since I've been there, so I'll do a site visit.

The boss was a smooth talker, giving the other party face while also providing a way out to prevent them from being elevated too high.

Zhiyue's response was perfectly reasonable:

"I see. But with such a large convoy, where are the other accompanying personnel, like security guards or something?"

Hongquan chuckled softly:

"Brother Zhiyue, you flatter me. That's why I sent such a large convoy."

A strong surge of reverse energy swept over him. Zhi Yue turned his head and saw Qian Xintong and Yingzi fiddling with the sand shuttle, with an honest driver acting as their guide.

This reverse energy fluctuation originated from the drivers on the outer edge of the convoy:

"How about it? Isn't this security team, all of whom are at the Nascent Soul Realm, pretty cool? Haha. Keeping them around is quite an expense."

As Hongquan spoke, he mounted his sandboat, which was clearly different from the others, featuring a blue water ripple paint scheme—his favorite element.

"But it's absolutely worth it, because raising one yourself gives you a great sense of security."

He pounded on the car door:

"Come on, get in the car and let's go. I'll take you to Qianyan. It's on the way, so there's no fare!"

"Wait a moment!"

A figure with fiery red hair appeared not far away; it was Cano.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I just heard it from my dad, so I rushed over."

Zhiyue raised an eyebrow:

"What, still haven't figured it out? Want to fight me?"

Cano scratched his head:

"Oh no, this fight still has to happen, but..."

She pulled out a sign that clearly read "Yuan Dou Tong Xing" (元斗通行).

"See you on the field in two weeks. Don't get eliminated and miss me then, okay?"

Zhiyue smiled:

"Okay, but you should worry about yourself first."

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Zhi Yue glanced back; Kano was waving from the post station, his figure gradually shrinking. Qian Xintong, standing nearby, looked on with curiosity.

"That girl, is she Commander Regulus's daughter?"

Zhiyue's lips curled up slightly:

"Hmm, what's wrong? Feeling threatened?"

Qian Xintong laughed in exasperation, but also with a deflated sigh:

"Heh, after spending so much time with you, I never realized you were so good at flirting."

Zhiyue glanced at her; she was tilting her head, looking at the desert on the other side. He smiled knowingly.

"Of course, I didn't have anyone to flirt with before."

"You! I give up, okay? I'm begging you, just forget about it—"

Zhiyue laughed heartily:

"No way, I'll remember this for the rest of my life."

Sitting behind the two, Yingzi stared blankly at the monotonous sand scene, speechless. He had experienced countless hardships in his life, and this one must be among the most difficult.

The streamlined shape of the sand stalk makes it move as if it's on flat ground, without stirring up a single grain of sand, as if it's flying close to the ground.

In fact, it's not like that at all. This is exactly the operating principle of the Sassock, the reverse-elemental machine, kid.

As you travel south, the proportion of desert begins to decrease, and sparse vegetation starts to appear on the ground, gradually becoming greener.

"Boss Hongquan, aren't those sunglasses a bit unnecessary?"

"Zhiyue shouted loudly. The roar of the Sasuo engine drowned out everyone else's voices:"

Hongquan had the sunglasses clipped to his head, but wasn't wearing them over his eyes, and he gave a meaningful smile.

"It seems you've never been to the Thousand Salt District. You'll find out soon enough."

Qian Xintong slumped listlessly in her seat, letting the wind play with her long hair. Yingzi in the back row wrinkled her nose slightly.

"The humidity has increased..."

He looked on with a look of reminiscence:

"Ah, before Zhenyue Pass was built, let alone here, even in Qianyan, you had to go dozens of miles south to see sparse vegetation."

Later, after the wall was built, it blocked a lot of the moisture from the East China Sea, and the grass almost grew all the way to Zhenyue City.

Zhiyue turned his head and glanced at him:

"You haven't broken through yet, have you? You have a pretty keen sense of smell. I seem to remember that Zhenyue Pass has a history of at least five hundred years. You, a 'junior among veterans,' know quite a lot, don't you?"

Yingzi coughed lightly:

"Well, it's not unusual for an elder to know more. Besides, this is your father... Sigh, there's no point in saying more."

Zhiyue's eyes dimmed slightly:

"Yes, my father, the mighty Venerable Zhenyue, an existence that could change the ecology, still lost his life to a demon."