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

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A man in uniform emerged from the engine compartment and walked behind a woman with burgundy hair. He was the driver of the Bosha train who had just given Yingzi a glass ball.

"How's it going? Is everything arranged?"

The woman sat with her legs crossed, the toes of her high heels pointing sharply upwards, one hand supporting her chin, calmly watching the departing figures of the people collecting mirrors outside the window.

"Don't worry. We've planned this for quite some time; there won't be any problems. Are there any other passengers on the bus?"

The driver shook his head:

"It's just you and me left. Everyone else, including the bartenders in the dining car, have gone down."

The woman nodded:

"Okay. Let's do it this way then."

I need to go for a soak first and relax. As for the plans, let them develop for a while, so that our people are fully deployed to every corner of the hot spring resort.

She stood up, her black trench coat slipping off her shoulders onto the seat, and stretched languidly. Her stunning figure was accentuated by the fitted sweater, but the man's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

"Do you want to get off the bus together, Changyun?"

The driver, known as Tokin, nodded:

"I need to check the vehicle's condition first. You can go ahead."

The woman smiled:

"You're really dedicated, even though this car doesn't have much time left?"

Chang Yun revealed a gentle yet slightly melancholic smile:

"That's precisely why we need to conduct one last thorough inspection."

The woman stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled slightly and got out of the car.

"Wait a minute, Shaoqing."

The woman turned around:

"What is it?"

Chang Yun was holding her black trench coat in her hand.

"I forgot to bring my clothes. I don't want them to end up buried with the Bosha ship."

The woman took the trench coat, a seductive smile still playing on her lips:

Every time I hear you call my name, I feel a little disoriented. Are you calling me Shaoqing, or... Shaoqing?

She deliberately leaned close to Chang Yun's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and enunciated the words as if she had swirled them three times on the tip of her tongue before releasing them.

However, Chang Yun smiled slightly, unmoved by the temptation.

"You've used this trick too many times, you know it doesn't work on me much."

Shao Qing wasn't annoyed; she simply put on her trench coat and waved her hand.

"Okay, okay, it seems not all men fall for this."

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"Mr. Honglan!"

A mature female voice came from the entrance of the VIP lounge.

Honglan stood up from her seat, her expression calm:

"Oh, Manager Ning Lei, you've finally arrived! My VIPs and I have been waiting for you for quite a while."

The two greeted each other warmly, like old friends who often interacted.

"Stop teasing me, Honglan."

You wouldn't believe it, there are so many more customers today than usual, I'm incredibly busy.

Honglan nodded:

"I was just saying that. What's going on today? The lobby is packed with people. Is the hot spring resort having an event?"

Ning Lei stood with her hands on her hips, her uniform perfectly outlining her figure.

"No, who knows what happened—oh, excuse me, who are these people?"

The two of them stood up. Yingzi tried to stand up, but her hands suddenly gave way and she sank into the sofa. She had no choice but to shift her body to hide her embarrassment.

"Ah, let me introduce you. These three are our boss's... honored guests, well, although they haven't actually sat down yet."

Ning Lei nodded. Having known each other for a long time, she naturally knew that the distinguished guest Hong Lan mentioned was none other than the young prodigy—after all, it was no secret that the owner of Hongquan valued talent.

"Ah, very good, very good, welcome everyone. I'm Ning Lei, the manager of Ward Hot Spring Resort. May I ask your names?"

Zhiyue stepped forward and repeated the introduction he had just given to Honglan, the only difference being that Ning Lei only regarded Yingzi as a real child.

"That's right, Ning Lei. These distinguished guests came from the western desert. They stopped at Zhenyue Pass for a rest and happened to meet our boss there."

Ning Lei nodded in agreement.

"Very good, very good. You lot are truly destined to meet Boss Hongquan. Of course, your strength is certainly not to be underestimated, right?"

Zhiyue and Qian Xintong smiled politely and humbly said they didn't deserve such praise.

"Mr. Honglan, what instructions did you bring to our shop from Boss Hongquan?"

Honglan waved her hand:

"No specific instructions. I'm really here to soak in the hot springs. Oh, right, I almost forgot the important thing."

Honglan turned to look at Zhiyue:

"Brother Zhiyue, take out that sign. It's the one from the Yuandou Tournament."

Zhiyue's doubts:

"Wasn't it said that this brand could only be used inside Zhenyue Pass?"

Honglan shook her head:

"First of all, this pass has always been stated to be valid within the city, not just at Zhenyue Pass; secondly, you've seen our boss, Hongquan, before, haven't you?"

He patted Zhiyue on the shoulder:

"He cherishes talent like his own life, you know that. So, all the companies under his control or that he holds a controlling stake offer preferential policies to the top contenders in the Yuan Dou Tournament."

Zhi Yue nodded and took out his pass from his pocket. At the same time, Hong Lan activated her Reverse Yuan Vision and caught a glimpse of that blue-white afterglow:

"Oh, a Void-Freezing Noble Phantasm, what a treasure!"

He leaned closer to Zhiyue and whispered in his ear.

Zhiyue chuckled lightly:

"A family heirloom, something our ancestors collected."

Honglan nodded and began fanning herself. Ning Lei, standing nearby, took the sign, her eyes lighting up.

"What are you thinking about? You start fanning yourself whenever you're thinking; I've even figured it out."

Honglan was taken aback, and fanned herself even faster:

"Hmm, you know what, it actually seems to be true."

Soon after, Ning Lei handed the license plate back, presumably with some kind of identification mark:

"Alright, now you can freely enter and exit any level of hot spring with this card."

"It's good that this young man is with you. As for Ms. Xintong, please wait a moment while I go to the front desk to get a pass..."

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The matter was resolved quickly.

"Alright, we've taken up quite a bit of time. Anyway, everyone is free to enjoy the hot springs now. All expenses will be covered by Honghu Group. How does that sound?"

Qian Xintong chuckled:

"What a clever way to use someone else's flowers to curry favor and gain a good reputation for free. You're really something, Mr. Honglan."

"That's not true. If I hadn't called Ning Lei, you would have had to stand in a long line. Look, it's been so long, and the end of the line still has to bend."

Zhiyue nodded:

"You're right, it really saved a lot of time. Thank you, Brother Honglan."

Honglan waved her hand:

"You're welcome, it was just a small favor."

But honestly, I don't think you guys come from some desert village. It doesn't seem like it; your demeanor just doesn't match.

Yingzi transmitted her voice:

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask; just consider it a little scheme by this senior figure.

Honglan remained silent, then echoed:

Okay, okay, it's my fault.

Yingzi continued to transmit her voice:

[Hey buddy, why don't you linger a little longer and tell our Dangdang guide about this Ward Spring?]

Honglan echoed:

No problem, my business isn't urgent, I have plenty of time.

He coughed twice and began to introduce himself:

"Ahem, you three travelers, today I'll be your tour guide and introduce you to Ward Hot Springs!"