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

"There are two types of people who harvest salt in this salt lake. One type is like this,"

He pointed to a group of salt collectors not far away, who were bent over, constantly rummaging through the fine salt, searching for the crystallized and deposited heavy salt:

"They are, in other words, lens collectors. They are... working for the boss, and everything they earn goes to the boss, who pays them a salary."

He placed his hand on his forehead and looked around:

"Another one is... ah, look over there,"

The two followed the direction he pointed and found a lone figure whose clothing was distinctly different from the others, clearly indicating that he was a rebel with some wealth.

"That guy doesn't look like he's working for someone else."

Qian Xintong pondered in a low voice, and Zhi Yue nodded:

"Indeed, and I recognize that outfit; it belongs to a member of a powerful clan."

Yingzi smiled:

"So, you think you're quite capable? The Huang family, one of the Eight Great Families of the World, is really that insignificant in your eyes?"

Zhiyue scratched his head:

"I didn't have much contact with him. I only remember fighting with the guy who was known as the number one genius of the Huang family when I was a child."

Qian Xintong raised an eyebrow:

"Wow, that looks like you won pretty easily."

Zhiyue chuckled lightly:

"It's alright. We exchanged a few blows. If they won too easily, I wouldn't say they're pretty strong."

Yingzi continued:

"In short, people like him are individual collectors who pay an entry fee to collect data."

They came here to try their luck. If they actually found rare treasures like Ziyan Crystal or even Mirror Marrow that could enhance their cultivation, they would have made a profit.

An outsider asked:

"What are stain remover and essence for?"

Zhiyue suppressed a laugh:

"You think this is a kitchen? Stain remover? It's just purple salt crystals, or salt crystals that are as smooth as a mirror—it's just a description of different qualities."

Yingzi nodded:

"Well, to put it simply, the concentration of inverse elements stored is different."

This stuff is different from elemental stones. The reverse elemental energy stored in the salt crystal doesn't need to be converted. Once absorbed into the sea of ​​consciousness, it blends in seamlessly, like... it was pre-processed by the killing move and melts instantly upon entering the mouth.

Qian Xintong scratched his head:

"Huh? You have to assimilate and transform the elemental stones here yourself?"

Wait, something's not right. I seem to remember that on the very first day we met, Zhiyue held a Yuan Stone in one hand and grabbed my hand with the other, instantly transforming and connecting with me.

Yingzi smiled helplessly:

"He's different; he's a prodigy."

Suddenly, Yingzi stretched out her right hand and stopped Zhiyue's leg, and Qian Xintong, who was standing next to her, also stopped.

"Wait, don't go any further."

Zhiyue's expression turned serious:

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Yingzi shook her head and pointed to the soles of her feet:

"The water was above my knees, and I couldn't roll up my pants."

……

The two tried their best to suppress their laughter:

"Sorry, I forgot you're not very tall."

Yingzi had expected this, and simply smiled with relief.

The crowd in the distance suddenly began to stir.

Zhiyue: "What's going on? It seems like something's really happening?"

The three looked towards the direction of the crowd. The Huang family rebel was now floating on water, standing in mid-air, looking down at the group of mirror collectors.

The two sides faced off, and although it was impossible to hear what they were arguing about, the tension was palpable even from a distance.

Qian Xintong spoke first:

"Shall we go take a look?"

Zhiyue glanced at Yingzi, bent down, and patted his back:

"superior."

The distance was not far at all; the water was only just above Qian Xintong's knees.

"Enough nonsense! Are you going to give me that piece of petrified salt crystal or not?"

As soon as the three arrived, they heard the Huang family member make a vicious threat.

The leader standing at the front of the crowd was not to be outdone:

"Can't you hear me? The one we found first is our boss's!"

The Huang family member laughed and said:

"How ridiculous! What a bunch of good lackeys, always thinking of their master, huh?"

Don't think I don't know, you all want to skin him alive and have all sorts of dirt on him.

In my opinion, you just want to keep it for yourselves and sell it for money!

This statement seems to have incited public outrage:

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Who's the slave!"

"Brother Hongling, teach him a lesson! The boss won't say a word against you!"

The leader wiped the tip of his nose:

"Damn it, who isn't a rebel at some point? Stop pretending, if you want to fight, then—"

In an instant, a figure suddenly appeared between the two. The person floated lightly on the water, and ripples spread outward from the bottom of their feet, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

He had just come this way, leaving a trail of circles in his wake:

"That's enough. Do you really want to fight here?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, both sides fell silent, and the young man from the Huang family also silently landed on the lake.

He first looked in the direction of the crowd:

"Wen Hongling, you acted bravely, and the boss's kindness to you is well-deserved. However, acting rashly is absolutely unacceptable."

Wen Hongling bowed her head in greeting:

"My question, Lord Huang Bing."

He then turned to look at the young man from the Huang family:

"As for you, Huang Jingxing."

The boy suddenly stiffened his body:

"exist!"

Huang Bing frowned:

"Your mother sent you here to fight with someone?"

"It's one thing to not find an opportunity, but to cause trouble for your father like me?"

The boy lowered his head and shrank back slightly.

"Yes, I know I was wrong."

Huang Bing sighed softly and glanced at the piece of salt crystal in Wen Hongling's hand:

"Keep that salt crystal yourself; consider it compensation. If the boss comes looking for you, just mention my name."

Wen Hongling quickly shook her head:

"Ah? How could I dare..."

Huang Bing clicked his tongue:

"Tsk, look at you, how many times has the boss told you this? I think he didn't teach you enough."

He waved his hand:

"Hurry up and put it away, then go do what you were doing, all of you."

After saying that, he waved to Wen Hongling:

"That's it for today. You're leaving empty-handed. Consider it a lesson learned."

Go home and diligently review the twenty-sixth form of the Huang Family Waterway Basic Techniques. Look at your water control; the water splashes everywhere. You don't look like a good sorcerer at all. Otherwise, you could have mastered it through body transformation.

Huang Jingxing followed obediently behind Huang Bing, muttering to himself:

"Okay, Dad, stop yelling, stop yelling..."

As the two passed by Zhiyue and the other two, Huang Bing nodded to him from afar. Huang Jingxing, who was following behind him, saw the three and his eyes lit up, but he quickly caught up with them.

Qian Xintong: "What was that just now?"

Zhiyue: "I don't know you. What about you?"

Yingzi hugged Zhiyue's neck and shook her head:

"I'm not sure either, but they're from the Huang family, probably hired to guard the Thousand Salt Lake area."

Splash, splash, a sound of water.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, an elderly figure was walking against the flow of people towards the three of them.

The three looked at each other, puzzled. The old man drew closer, and they gradually came to see him clearly—

No wonder his gait was so strange.

His legs were almost pure white, completely covered in crystals, or more accurately, assimilated into salt crystals, to the point that they would shatter if tapped.

Zhiyue also took two steps toward the old man, and soon the old man came to the side of the three of them.

The old man smiled at the three of them, but the smile was stiff, and his face seemed completely unmoved.

Zhiyue probed:

"What's wrong, old man?"

The old man shook his head, raised his hand, which was also heavily crystallized, and pointed to his throat. Yingzi's expression was somber:

"He...can't speak anymore. Poor guy."

The old man shook his head again, took out two items from his tattered clothes, and tremblingly handed them to Zhiyue. Zhiyue quickly reached out and steadily received them.

"This is!