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

Honglan pointed her fan to the calligraphy on the wall of the hall, which bore the two large characters "Ward," written in a vigorous and powerful style that did not seem to belong to a businessman.

"See this calligraphy? It was written by the owner of Hongquan ten years ago, expressing his admiration for Wodequan."

He opened his fan to partially cover his mouth:

"Actually, nobody knows why this Ward Spring is called Ward Spring. Its history is too long, even longer than the history of the Kun family."

He closed his fan and tilted his head:

"Come on, everyone, follow me."

Walking through the deserted VIP passage, it wasn't long before a faint smell of sulfur entered the four people's nostrils, and the humidity in the air increased.

As expected, Zhiyue activated his Reverse Yuan Vision, and his body was filled with multicolored light. Various kinds of Reverse Yuan filled the passage, becoming more and more concentrated the further he went.

Passing through the VIP passage and lifting the last curtain at the end, a white mist came into view, causing Zhiyue to squint.

It wasn't a dazzling white light, but a valley shrouded in mist, a valley that had been "steamed" up.

The fog was so thick it seemed to have materialized, as if someone had plucked clouds from the sky and spread them across the entire courtyard. The heat enveloped my face, making it feel damp, and within moments, water droplets clung to my eyelashes.

No flowing water can be seen, but the murmuring sound can be heard.

The flow of the spring water and the laughter of the tourists were all blended into the mist, drifting in the air with the wind.

Yingzi squinted, took a deep breath, and then exhaled, sighing:

"It's a great place to take a nap."

This is the nature of those who rebel; once they are in an environment rich in rebellious energy, they instinctively want to relax their consciousness and let the rebellious energy flow into their sea of ​​consciousness.

"Of course, but only the lower three realms. People like Brother Zhiyue can't absorb it at will, otherwise others won't be able to enjoy it. If it gets even worse, the entire hot spring town might have to shut down."

Honglan suddenly stopped in her tracks:

"Oh, I forgot my lines."

He turned around and opened his arms:

"The air is filled with the fragrance of spring, and the sun shines brightly with its gentle light. Welcome to Ward Hot Springs, dear travelers from the West."

There was no applause, only the silent laughter of the four people.

So he opened his fan and gently fanned himself:

"That's all for the speech, everyone. Now let's move on. Hey, watch out for the slippery floor."

As the four of them walked, they first came to a commercial street, bustling with people.

The area offers a wide variety of drinks, food, and souvenirs, much like other tourist attractions.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that this place looks like a regular tourist attraction. The design of Ward Spring is quite sophisticated."

As Honglan introduced the place, she pointed in different directions:

"Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun, the entire structure of the spring area is a double-layered nested Bagua array."

The outer layer is crowded with ordinary tourists, while the inner layer is less crowded and reserved for VIPs. Naturally, the effects of the spring water are worlds apart.

Yingzi looked in the direction his fan handle was pointing.

Sure enough, looking through the fog, not far in front of the commercial street, there was a gate that was obviously much more luxurious than the surrounding ones, and the crowds around seemed much thinner.

He gave a wicked smile:

"Making money is nothing to be ashamed of."

Qian Xintong's eyebrows are raised:

"Hey, could you elaborate on this Bagua diagram?"

Honglan was taken aback, then gave a knowing smile.

"Hmph, Miss Xintong, to be honest, it's really hard not to notice your beautiful blonde hair, especially since you're located to the west of the Kun family's house."

He pretended to lower his voice:

"You're not a local, are you?"

Zhiyue and Yingzi both laughed.

Zhiyue: "Indeed, my hometown is very far from here."

Honglan gently waved her fan:

"Oh dear, a young lady all alone in a foreign land, Brother Zhiyue, you must take good care of her."

Qian Xintong smiled speechlessly, crossing his arms:

"Stop worrying about that and answer my question first, okay?"

Honglan closed her fan and clasped her hands together in a gesture of respect.

"I apologize for the offense, I apologize for the offense. Well, this Bagua diagram is the wisdom left by our ancestors. How old is it...?"

He lowered his voice mysteriously:

"Hmph, it's older than the Federation, older than the Kun family's history, and even older than civilization."

However, the questions or exclamations he had anticipated did not materialize.

The three remained silent, but their eyes exchanged glances quickly, though not without the keen eyes of Honglan, the rebel of the Wind Path.

In fact, the three were communicating telepathically:

Zhiyue: [Xintong, you're not trying to say that this thing is available elsewhere, are you?]

Qian Xintong: [It's more than that; it's practically the underlying logic of our organization.]

Yingzi: [I thought of this as early as five hundred years ago. Qian represents heaven and Kun represents earth. The Kun family has existed for a long time, but the Qian family comes from outside the heavens.]

This continent of Pound is like an egg, and this sky is the eggshell, separating it from the outside world.

Zhiyue's expression suddenly dawned on him: "That's quite a vivid description! There's an old saying, 'Flies don't land on eggs without cracks,' and now we have both the 'fly' and the egg; all that's missing is finding a crack."

Xintong also made the same expression:

That hits the nail on the head. Looks like I might be able to go home.

However, in Honglan's eyes, the three of them were exchanging silent glances, and time seemed to stand still for five breaths, no, perhaps longer.

Finally, watching the three faces gradually thaw, their expressions shifting from blank to bewildered, Honglan tugged at the corners of her mouth:

"Distinguished guests, your reaction time is quite slow."

"Hey, what's up with Boss Honglan today—"

Honglan pressed her index finger to her lips and gestured with her eyes that she was busy. The merchant who had come up to her immediately fell silent and nodded with a fawning smile.

"Ahem, let's continue. When it comes to making money, we have to talk about this commercial street. The location is very important."

He closed his fan, pointing up and down with the handle:

"Qian represents Heaven and belongs to the metal element. Do you see the decorations around you that resemble metal and stone?"

We just entered the courtyard from the due south direction, which is the Qian position, the direction for making money. Looking at the huge crowd, doesn't it seem quite fitting?

Zhiyue complained:

"I think the main reason is that this place is close to the entrance."

As they talked, the group entered the most bustling section of the commercial street.

Just then, Zhiyue suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He instinctively turned his head to the side, and a tourist brushed past him.

The woman was wearing a standard bathrobe from the hot spring town, but what truly caught his eye was that familiar wine-red color.

It's that woman from the Bosha.

Zhiyue paused, instinctively turning back, but the woman had already walked away, disappearing into the bustling crowd.

Honglan: "Hey, you could say that, but putting the entrance in the main seat makes sense, doesn't it? Hmm? Brother Zhiyue, what's wrong?"

Zhiyue snapped out of his daze and shook his head:

"It's alright, please continue, tour guide Honglan."