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

The village chief smiled sheepishly and said apologetically:

"I'm old, useless now, all I can do is treat patients. By the way, what were you going to say just now?"

"...It's alright, this child really isn't mine. It's probably the child of some distant relative of the Kun family."

"Just kidding, with your personality, I doubt you'd find a girl from another family."

Whenever Zhiyue mentioned the Kun family, a look of melancholy unconsciously appeared in his eyes, and even the air seemed to become heavy. The village chief keenly observed this and tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

The village chief reached out his hand, and soft green light emanated from his palm as he gently stroked the child's forehead. The green light spread along the child's body, as if conducting an investigation.

The above scenes were all observed from the perspective of Ni Yuan. At this moment, in the eyes of Zhi Yue, who had exhausted his Ni Yuan, and the many onlookers outside the window, the village chief reached out and touched the child's forehead, concluding:

"After an accident, the quietest patient is often the most frightening. But this child is fine, perfectly healthy. Judging from his expression, he's probably having a sweet dream."

The child's lips curled slightly upward as he gently smacked his lips.

Next was the girl. Her body was covered in scratches that hadn't scabbed over; the strange phenomenon that had initially only existed in the abdominal incision had spread to all her wounds. None of the wounds were healing, yet they had stopped bleeding; the crimson color looked rather eerie.

The village chief peered over and examined the wound closely, a look of doubt in his eyes:

"My hearing is failing me, and my medical skills are useless now. I clearly did some hemostasis treatment just now, so why is it still all bloody?"

Just as they entered the house, the village chief had already applied a hemostatic technique to the girl, and then prioritized checking the child's physical condition.

The girl's brows were still furrowed, and she occasionally let out a painful groan. The village chief had initially thought the girl was only bleeding from external injuries, but now it seemed the situation was far more complex.

Unable to discern anything from the sight, the village chief resorted to his old trick, using reverse energy to examine the girl's entire body, but this time the result was quite different.

The reverse energy flowed through the girl's body, but encountered numerous obstacles and setbacks. The village chief's brows furrowed deeper, filled with doubt.

Suddenly, she lifted a corner of the girl's skirt, revealing a pair of grayish-blue legs with prominent veins, which looked quite terrifying.

"Sure enough, there's something inside this girl's body that's hindering the flow of my reverse energy, and it's also obstructing blood circulation in her lower limbs. I thought the bleeding from the abdominal incision had stopped, but now it seems that this is probably the source of the problem."

The village chief deduced her guess step by step:

"This obstacle seems to have no physical form, rather like missing pieces of space in the girl's blood vessels—it's a trick of Yu Dao. I've dealt with Yu Dao rebels from the Kun family before, so I'm quite familiar with it. This girl has probably offended a ruthless character from the Kun family."

Zhiyue thought for a moment and then raised an objection:

"Village chief, I have a guess, and there's something you should take a look at."

Zhiyue hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to trust the village chief. He drew the curtains and took out the dagger:

"I found this at the scene, a short sword with the aura of the universe."

The village chief took the dagger, examined it for a moment, and nodded.

"Since this treasure exists, it may not necessarily be the work of the rebellious Yu Dao. However, we still cannot let our guard down. This treasure is of excellent quality, and its owner is no ordinary person."

I've already used a technique on her to increase her blood flow, thus forcibly maintaining circulation. However, the side effects are also obvious; she frequently experiences headaches and nausea. Her heart and blood vessels will also be damaged, so this approach cannot be maintained long-term. To completely resolve the issue, these emboli left by the cosmic path must be eradicated, but incidents of the cosmic path causing harm are extremely rare, and this is all I can do.

The village chief shook her head and sighed; she had just exhausted much of her inner energy and mental strength, leaving her feeling quite powerless. She glanced at Zhiyue, then looked at the child:

"This child looks so much like you, so your guess must be right. This girl also needs professional medical help. But... this is a bit troublesome. The Kun family's city, the closest one to us, is far away on the other side of the desolate desert. In the entire Rainbow Village, and even in all the villages at the foot of Euro, besides you, there's probably no one else who can cross the desert. But you..."

The village chief paused halfway through his sentence and looked at Zhiyue.

"...I'll deliver it. It's alright, so much time has passed, probably not many people still remember me."

Zhiyue's facial expression was calm, but the fleeting gloom in his eyes was hard to conceal.

"Actually... well, whatever."

The village chief looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself. Ever since Zhiyue was found by him in the desert and brought to Hong Village, he had never returned to the Kun family's territory.

"As for this girl..."

Zhiyue looked at the girl on the bed and felt a sense of unease:

"Never mind that, we'll deal with it later. In any case, let's find a doctor to treat her first."

The village chief looked at him and said earnestly:

"Xiao Yue, for a rebel, cultivation, experience, and memories are important components. I know you're stuck in this realm, so why not think about it from this perspective?"

Zhiyue nodded:

"I know, village chief, I know."

The village chief nodded and said nothing more.

The people outside the window, their view blocked by the curtains and unable to hear what the two were talking about, gradually lost interest and left one after another, returning to their places to do their work or play.

"Oh dear, it's such an old tradition. Grandma finds her grandson in the desert, and the grandson finds his daughter in the desert, plus a child as a bonus."

"This is boring! Let's go, let's continue playing hide-and-seek!"

"Oh no, oh no, the meat in the pot is going to burn..."

In the end, only a figure in black robes remained. Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, he knocked on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Huh? Why is someone knocking on the door?"

"Put that dagger away."

The village chief spoke up to remind him. Zhi Yue paused, sheathed his short sword, and nodded. He then went to open the door, where he was greeted by the man in the black robe. This man was similar in build to Zhi Yue, broad-shouldered and strong, with a lean and wiry build. The man removed his hood, revealing azure eyes and golden hair, clearly characteristic of the Empire.

Upon seeing this, Zhi Yue became alert. The presence of imperial people in such a place was never a good sign. He slightly shifted his body, his nerves on edge. The village chief, standing nearby, promptly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yue. It was this young man who saved our village. He's trustworthy."

The man remained calm and first nodded to the old woman:

"Village Chief Yingru."

Zhiyue was taken aback, his surprise evident in his eyes, and he nodded in agreement.

"So it was you who saved the village, sir. On behalf of all the villagers, I thank you. May I ask your name?"

The man waved his hand:

"No need for formalities, it was just a small favor, nothing more. As for your name, I'd rather not say, please forgive me. However, I do know your name, Brother Zhiyue."