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

Zhi Yue had just activated his Reverse Yuan Vision, and before he could even cast a spell, he immediately stood up, ramrod straight:

"Excuse me, sir, it's my problem."

He turned his head and saw Qian Xintong standing tall and straight, even faster than him.

Only Yingzi remained squatting on the ground, slowly turning around with an embarrassed expression. After a moment of mental turmoil, she resorted to her tried-and-true tactic:

"Uncle, uncle, what's that sparkly thing down there?"

The person who came was wearing a uniform, a hard-brimmed hat, and white gloves.

He was startled, and then looked down to notice a child, about four or five years old, squatting at their feet.

"This is...your child?"

Qian Xintong blushed and was about to explain,

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, sir. My child is naughty and insists on seeing what's under the sand tracks."

Qian Xintong was taken aback, but quickly recovered and cooperated:

"Ah...yes, haha, I'm so sorry, sir."

The man still looked at Qian Xintong with some suspicion, but when he looked down and saw the little child tugging at her skirt, he relaxed his furrowed brows and sighed.

"Sigh, kids don't understand. Don't you parents know how dangerous the edge of this platform is? What if your child accidentally falls off?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

Zhi Yue's apologetic smile was incredibly lifelike, while Qian Xintong's embarrassed expression was far worse.

The man shook his head, lowered his head, and asked Yingzi gently:

"Little friend, do you want to know what's down there?"

Yingzi's clear, bright eyes blinked, sparkling with a thirst for knowledge:

"Hmm! Something's flashing down there, looks interesting!"

The man smiled:

"Okay, Uncle will get you some, but remember, don't go near the train like that next time, okay?"

That's dangerous. If you fall, you'll get really hurt.

Yingzi nodded:

"Okay, thank you, Uncle."

The man stood up, somewhat moved:

"This child is quite like my son when he was little; he's curious about everything."

The man's eyes filled with affection at the thought of his son, but a deep longing and pain welled up within them, impossible to ignore.

"You parents must keep a close eye on children like this, or you'll be in trouble if you're not careful."

Zhi Yue grasped Qian Xintong's hand firmly, his face still filled with apology:

"Yes, this child has been mischievous since he was little. He wants to touch everything and look at everything."

Qian Xintong instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but suppressed the impulse.

Upon seeing this, the man couldn't help but laugh:

"You two still have so much passion even though your child is so grown up, that's wonderful."

Zhi Yue, puzzled, glanced at Qian Xintong's face, which had turned a deep red like a ripe apple, and smiled.

"Please excuse my poor manners. My husband and I have always had a very good relationship."

As he spoke, he increased the force in his hand movements.

The man nodded:

"Great, unlike my partner, who used to throw tantrums because I was too busy with work to spend time with her."

Zhiyue laughed and said:

"That's a good thing. It means your partner cares about you a lot."

The man smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I won't say anymore. I'll go get one for the kid."

As he spoke, he went back to the driver's cab to get his tools.

Zhiyue finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Phew, it's the driver. No wonder I didn't see him earlier."

Yingzi was relieved:

"My acting skills are getting better and better."

Qian Xintong still pretended to be relaxed:

"Hey, can you let go? You're squeezing my hand so hard it hurts."

Zhi Yue appeared calm, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly:

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Qian Xintong quickly withdrew her hand and blew on it dramatically to cover up her embarrassment.

Yingzi remained speechless. He had a sense of crisis, that he might be ridiculed by this brat as an old bachelor.

Soon, the driver came down with a crystal and handed it to Yingzi:

"Here you go, little one, this is what's sparkling underneath. What do you think? Isn't it crystal clear and beautiful?"

Yingzi: "Wow~ Thank you, Uncle."

The driver smiled and patted Yingzi's head.

Zhiyue noticed fresh scratches on the crystal, indicating that the driver had just worn down the sharp edges.

"So, there's glass underneath."

Qian Xintong sighed.

The driver nodded:

"That's right, it's glass. You all came from the south by train, right? Is this your first time riding our Bosha train?"

Zhiyue nodded:

"Yes, we came from Huanlong. We brought our children here to see this salt lake with its mirror-like surface."

The driver's eyes sharpened when he heard the name Huanlong:

"Ah...so you're from Huanlong. Hmm, the scenery here is indeed unique and worth seeing."

But please be careful not to stay inside for too long, especially children. Even those who are considered unlucky should be cautious.

Zhiyue expressed his gratitude:

"Yes, thank you for reminding me."

The driver nodded:

"Alright, that's settled then. I should get ready to go. Have fun, everyone."

-

The group moved away from the train.

"I see. The principle is to melt the sand to form a semi-liquid layer, and then slide on it?"

Zhiyue fiddled with the glass whose edges had been smoothed, and murmured to himself.

Yingzi nodded:

"That's right. But the solidified glass has all sorts of strange shapes, and it's very dangerous to rely solely on the impact of a train engine to clear a path. So it needs to be cleaned frequently and replaced with fresh sand."

Qian Xintong sighed:

"I've never seen this kind of operation before. No wonder there's a wave of heat when the train pulls into the station."

"Seriously, does anyone really believe that someone would come to visit a place like this?"

Zhiyue complained.

"He probably didn't even believe it. Hmph, a big shot from Huanlong, how could he come here just for a visit?"

Thank goodness I was there, otherwise, if the person traveling against the grain were to take the train, it would be truly impossible to explain.

"Keep it, honey. It's just a small token of their appreciation."

Yingzi casually tossed the glass to Zhiyue, who then stuffed it into the Boundless Starry Sky in his arms.

Cuckoo.

Yingzi's stomach was growling.

"Ahem, isn't it time?"

Yingzi coughed twice.

Zhiyue: "Your stomach is as accurate as a clock. You're a regular, so tell me where we can get some food?"

Yingzi gave a sinister smile:

"Hmph, there's no restaurant in this inn."

……

Qian Xintong: "Then what should we do?"

"Get in the car."

Zhiyue: "...What do you mean?"

Yingzi points to the train:

"It means you can get directly on the train and eat in the onboard restaurant."

-

"Hello, where can I buy my ticket and board the train?"

The three arrived at what appeared to be a reception area, where a sprawled-bearded man was reclining. He glanced at them.

"You guys got on the wrong bus? What are you doing here?"