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

Qian Xintong glanced at him a few times out of the corner of her eye, thought for a moment, and said:

"Well, let's think of something positive. At least we've found a crucial clue to uncover their secrets, right here in... what's that place again?"

Zhiyue: "Huanlong"

Qian Xintong: "Ah, right, right, right."

Zhiyue looked at her flustered expression and smiled slightly:

"Don't try to comfort me. They've been gone for over seven years. I'm not that fragile."

He raised one hand, watching the shadow of his hand "fly" in the sky, while sparse clouds in the background quickly drifted past his fingers.

"I just feel a bit sentimental. Five hundred years of life can vanish in an instant. I guess it's just fate."

Seeing his wistful expression, Qian Xintong smiled gently:

"Then fate is quite kind, allowing them to leave you, this treasure, in this world in time—don't misunderstand, I mean you are your parents' treasure."

Zhi Yue was taken aback, looking at Qian Xintong with a surprised expression:

"I didn't realize you had such a sweet tongue."

Qian Xintong smiled dismissively, a blush creeping onto her face:

"Hmph, my high EQ is well-known."

"Without real skills, how could I have survived for so many years in our complex organization? I'm not just some pretty face who relies on my position without doing any real work."

Zhiyue: "That reminds me, how many years have you been in this business?"

"Is it impolite to ask a girl's age?"

"Wow, you reacted pretty quickly."

Yingzi, who had been listening in, also became interested, her face full of curiosity:

"Yes, my... uh, my cousin and his wife, that is, his parents, took nearly five hundred years to reach the Qi Condensation Realm. Even if the cultivation methods outside are better, they shouldn't be this bad, right?"

Zhi Yue moved closer to Qian Xintong:

"Could it be that you are actually an ancient monster over five hundred years old?"

Qian Xintong seemed a little flustered:

"Hey, hey, hey, would you call your mother an old monster?!"

Zhiyue shook his head and shrugged:

"Of course not, my mom is very beautiful, people say she's an ice queen. So it's reasonable to suspect you, maybe you are too?"

Yingzi raised an eyebrow:

"Your reaction suggests you're categorizing yourself as an old hag?"

Qian Xintong's face turned even redder, but this time it was probably a warm blush:

"Of course, it's not that big."

Zhi Yue narrowed his eyes and slowly leaned closer to Qian Xintong, who simultaneously stretched her neck back, her eyes darting around nervously.

"Why are you so close?"

Zhiyue: "I'm really curious, really."

His eyes gleamed with a thirst for knowledge, and Qian Xintong was ultimately the first to succumb:

"Oh dear, it's definitely not in your teens or twenties. Don't ask any more questions; harsh words hurt people."

Zhiyue smiled with satisfaction, nodded, returned to his seat, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Qian Xintong rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the scenery outside, her eyes revealing a hint of disappointment.

The vegetation outside the car became increasingly dense, and tall trees began to appear, gradually narrowing the visible view ahead.

She muttered to herself:

"I'm feeding you. You won't feel like there's a generation gap between us because of this... or anything, will you?"

Zhiyue suddenly sat up straight, clasped his hands in a salute:

"How could that be, Senior Qian Xintong?"

Qian Xintong was speechless:

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

Zhi Yue smiled triumphantly and waved his hand.

"What's the big deal about age in the cultivation world? There are too many people whose appearance doesn't match their real age."

The most memorable time was when a little boy, who looked about seven or eight years old and was about my age at the time, approached me wanting to spar, and I was pinned down and hit with just one finger.

Qian Xintong scoffed:

"That wasn't a little boy at all, was it?"

Zhiyue smiled bitterly:

"Yes, he was an old guy at the Deep Origin Realm who cultivated a special technique that changed his body shape and locked his appearance in his childhood."

Of course, those who go against the grain still prefer to maintain their appearance during their most youthful and beautiful years.

However, there are also people who, despite having a long lifespan, deliberately pretend to be old and faded, saying that elders must look older.

Some, like the owner of Hongquan, have a middle-aged appearance that makes them seem more mature and experienced, and not easily bullied.

Yingzi grinned:

"Just say my name."

Also, don't give random examples. This boss of Hongquan has absolutely no cultivation. He looks exactly as he is.

Zhi Yue and Qian Xintong both widened their eyes and exclaimed in unison:

"ah?!"

Zhiyue stroked his chin:

"No wonder his mind didn't react at all when we shook hands earlier. It turns out he never had his acupoints opened."

This is indeed hard to imagine.

A businessman with no cultivation, relying solely on his intellect, defied the profound foundation of a centuries-old monster in a world dominated by rebels, starting from scratch and building a deeply entrenched commercial empire.

Something unusual happened.

The density of vegetation on the ground suddenly began to drop sharply, and it quickly degenerated into a desert state;

At the edge of the vegetation, many withered branches and leaves appeared. When the sand hyacinth was pressed down, it made a crisp cracking sound, as if it had been squeezed dry.

At this moment, the uniquely painted saber approached again:

"Guys, we're almost there, get ready to cover your eyes!"

Hongquan shouted, putting his sunglasses on tightly. The two were confused, but Yingzi quickly covered her eyes with her hands, leaving only a slit.

The sand shoals ahead disappeared from sight, having crossed the last sand dune. Then came the three of them in their sand shoals—

A blinding white light pierced through the air, making it impossible to open one's eyes. Yingzi, sitting in the back row, remained unfazed, already prepared. The two quickly covered their eyes.

Zhi Yue laughed angrily: "You brat, you deliberately didn't tell us, did you!"

Yingzi let out a triumphant laugh:

"Hehehe, it's such a pity that you had to cover your eyes to see the beautiful scenery of Qianyan the first time. I'm doing this for your own good!"

Qian Xintong still covered her eyes, leaving only a slit:

"Where am I?!"

The convoy of vehicles plunged down the sand dunes, and the two men, their eyes gradually adjusting to the bright light, opened them—

A pristine plain, as pure as a snowfield, came into view.

At first glance, the sky appears to be imprinted below, with white clouds drifting slowly across the land;

Upon closer inspection, it seems as if there are countless large and small mirrors of various shapes on the ground, perfectly replicating the clear sky.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a group of lakes, their surfaces as smooth as mirrors, reflecting the sky.

Black dots dotted the pristine white earth.

Getting closer, it becomes clear that they are individuals constantly bending down to pick up white, lumpy objects from the water and throw them into baskets on their backs.

Hongquan's sand stalks came closer again:

"Haha! How is it? Isn't it beautiful? When I first came here, I was just like you, so dazzled by the scenery that I couldn't open my eyes."

Zhiyue smiled helplessly:

"Well done, Mr. Hongquan, it is indeed 'breathtakingly beautiful'."