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

Zhiyue glanced at her; she was looking at him with concern. He shook his head.

"It's nothing, I just remembered that pendant from earlier."

Qian Xintong's eyes immediately filled with contempt:

"I didn't expect you to be the type to be lustful at first sight."

Zhiyue laughed silently:

"You're prettier than me, okay?"

Qian Xintong rolled her eyes:

"Please don't."

"Just kidding. Ah, I'm not kidding about not being as good-looking as you."

Qian Xintong's face flushed; perhaps she was somewhat exasperated.

"Is this over yet? Seriously, what's on your mind now?"

Zhiyue: "Okay, okay, to be honest. To be honest, I really was thinking about that pendant."

Seeing the two exchanging glances, Yingzi snapped out of her reverie and simultaneously transmitted her thoughts to them:

"What are you talking about? Can I join?"

Yingzi joins the voice chat group.

I have that intuition again.

Qian Xintong: [What's going on?]

That woman might not be simple.

Which woman? Oh, it's the one from earlier...

Yingzi recalled the details of that woman:

Indeed, his attire doesn't seem like that of someone who would come to a place like this.

Zhiyue shook his head:

Not this, it's that pendant. That dark red color gives me a bad feeling.

The mere mention of dark red triggered a near-occupational reflex in Qian Xintong, but after careful consideration, she immediately rejected the idea:

[Are you suggesting that the woman might be connected to the swarm of flies? I don't think so; I didn't detect any of that scent.]

Yingzi didn't see the pendant at all, but she still continued:

[I think so too. Xintong is from outside the mainland, so she's very sensitive to this kind of aura. Even she didn't react, so this time it's probably just your imagination.]

Seeing that his brows were still furrowed and he looked worried, Qian Xintong asked with concern:

Have you been putting too much pressure on yourself lately?

She solemnly patted Zhiyue on the shoulder, met his gaze firmly, and then communicated with him telepathically. The scene was eerily quiet.

It's okay, don't worry.

Just like you said, these flies have been lying dormant on this land for at least seven years, and they're still doing just fine.

Zhiyue pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed:

I'm afraid it won't just be seven years, and I'm even more afraid that more things like what happened last night will happen in various cities.

Perhaps the problem isn't just with the Empire; the Kun family, and even the entire Federation, might be suffering significant losses.

Yingzi finished the last sip of orange juice and exhaled:

It's a pity that I lost the most memories from those seven years; otherwise, I would definitely have been able to find many clues.

Now, oh, they've all become the pretext for others to strengthen their defenses.

Qian Xintong waved his hand:

Thinking too much is useless; everything still has to be done step by step.

No matter what the situation is now, we have one inescapable clue: it's hiding in that city.

Zhiyue: [This refers to Huanlong City.]

Qian Xintong: [Ah, yes, yes, that's it. Anyway, I have experience in doing this, trust me, once you find this entry point, everything will fall into place.]

Then we'll seize the opportunity and eradicate all the scumbag forces on the entire continent of Pangde, restoring peace and quiet to you all. Then I can finally focus on finding a way home to report back.

Zhiyue nodded, giving a very forced smile:

I understand. But I just feel a tightness in my chest, a strange feeling constantly driving me to try and expel it, and it's getting stronger every time.

Yingzi: [Maybe it's a sense of mission. Perhaps the Aamirpa really exists, and you are His chosen savior.]

Yingzi laughed, Zhiyue laughed too, and Qian Xintong was stunned again:

【What exactly is Baiami?】

Zhiyue shook his head:

[It's nothing, just a myth for kids, a creator god. Like I said before, it's about faith, a means of unity.]

The group chat has been disbanded.

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"Oh, what's this? A... iron tree?"

Qian Xintong exclaimed in surprise, facing the direction the train was heading.

"What is it?"

Zhiyue subconsciously turned his head to look out the window.

"Wait a minute, it's coming, it's coming."

A tall tree shadow was reflected in Zhiyue's eyes. It gleamed with a metallic sheen, covered with spikes and rust marks, and looked extremely aggressive.

Zhiyue looked out the window and saw the thing gradually disappear at the edge of his field of vision.

"Ah, yes, let's call it Iron Tree."

"This name is too hasty."

Qian Xintong complained.

Yingzi: "Where is it hasty? It's not very straightforward and objective."

He then added:

"This thing looks dangerous, but it's not a Yuanzhu after all. It can't act on its own; it can only instinctively use its root system to absorb metal."

He recalled:

"Let me think... There seem to be mines to the south, where large areas are planted with ironwood trees to be used as mining machines to extract metal materials from the ground."

Zhi Yue raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and secretly transmitted his voice to him:

[Hey, I've noticed something. The Elder, having lived a second life, has completely forgotten his cultivation level and his memories of people are fragmented, but he remembers quite a bit about plants and animals.]

Yingzi shrugged:

I noticed that too. Maybe it's fate's arrangement, that I'm destined to walk the wooden path?

Whoosh, another cycad flashed by. Then one after another, they gradually formed a grove.

The "crunching" sound of metal rubbing together drilled into my mind, making my teeth itch.

Qian Xintong: [So many? Like you said, there are mineral deposits here?]

Yingzi scratched her head:

That's strange, it's not here.

Doodle.

"Dear passengers, this train is about to arrive at Wardwell. Please gather your belongings and prepare to disembark. Repeat, dear passengers..."

Zhiyue: "Ah, we're almost there. And those ironwood trees..."

Qian Xintong: "Is it related to hot springs?"

Yingzi couldn't figure it out:

"Never mind, let's get off the bus and ask someone."

laugh--

Accompanied by the sounds of crystals forming and breaking, the train came to a smooth stop at Wardwell Station.

Stepping out of the carriage, a sea of ​​fiery red greeted my eyes.

Both sides of the sand track were covered with reddish-brown vegetation, which spread out on the ground in a flat layer, and light seemed to flow through it.

"Oh? It's red moss. The management of this station is quite thoughtful."

Outsiders are still asking questions:

"This name sounds just like 'Iron Tree'... So, what's it for?"

Zhiyue walked behind the two, and was the last to step onto the station platform.

As the undercarriage heating device released pressure for the last time, a hissing sound and a wave of heat swept over. This time he could see clearly that there was indeed light emerging from inside the red moss, like a wave extending to both ends.

Zhiyue raised an eyebrow:

"I think I understand now. This thing is used to absorb heat, right?"

Yingzi nodded:

"That's right. Red sphagnum moss is often used as a heat insulation and heat absorption material. Planting it directly in the station can not only be effective but also beautify the landscape. It's a good idea."

While it is said to be beautiful, as a hot spring resort famous throughout the entire Kun family and even the entire Huanyu Federation, the surrounding area is still rather plain and unrefined.

There wasn't even a sign in the station that said "Ward Springs Welcomes You," just a hastily made wooden arrow sign pointing to a hole with a faint light inside.

The sign had a few words written crookedly: "Exit from here".

The three looked at each other in bewilderment and walked directly towards the hole. After all, looking around, the only exit was jumping into the sand track.