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

It seemed that Village Chief Yingru had already introduced herself to him. The dust storm that had altered the landscape was easily resolved with just a flick of the wrist. Zhiyue's eyes were filled with undisguised shock, and he nodded slightly, without anyone noticing.

Zhiyue remained expressionless and nodded silently.

"By the way, I heard... cough cough, before I drew the curtain, I saw you frowning from time to time by the window. You must be in trouble. Although I am not skilled in medicine, I have traveled around for many years and have met many talented people, including some with superb medical skills. Why don't you describe this young lady's symptoms to me? Perhaps I can find a doctor to treat her condition and recommend a few physicians for you."

Zhiyue raised an eyebrow, but instead of commenting on the other party's "excellent hearing," he continued the conversation in a very polite tone.

Village Chief: "Thank you so much. If you have time, please stay. This is a very important matter. We don't intend to disclose the true dangers of this dust storm to the ordinary villagers. My grandfather and I, as the rebels, represent the sentiments of the entire village and invite you to join us for dinner."

The man shook his head, instinctively starting to decline:

"No, I'm still a little..."

The man paused mid-sentence, suddenly stunned. His gaze lingered on the girl for a long time, a look of surprise, even astonishment, in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

"Put that aside for now. This young lady's condition cannot be delayed. Please describe it to me as soon as possible."

The man quickly changed the subject, and the two of them didn't notice anything amiss.

The three people inside each had their own agendas. Zhi Yue was secretly calculating who this man was, able to easily deflect the dust storm attack unscathed; the man in black robes was pondering why the girl on the bed looked so familiar, possibly from his former "organization"; the village chief was also scheming against the man in black robes, except she wanted to recruit a powerful figure to build goodwill for Rainbow Village and for Xiao Yue.

Zhiyue briefly summarized the reasoning and conclusions of the two men to the man, who nodded repeatedly and blurted out without much thought:

"I think this symptom is most likely caused by Yu Dao. And I happen to know one of these doctors, the only one who is proficient in Yu Dao. He is a member of the Kun family and seems to have a high status now. His name is... ah, right, it should be Jie Xuan."

The village chief's body stiffened, but he remained silent.

"By the way, remember to mention me after you find him. He will definitely help you. As for my name... I'm sorry, due to some agreement, I can't tell you. Just tell him that the black-robed man who helped you a lot back then needs your help."

"It seems you often lend a helping hand, so this doctor must have received considerable assistance from you."

"Hmm... I guess so. Although he wasn't really in mortal danger, in a sense, he probably felt like I saved his life, hahahahaha."

"Brother, you're joking. Hahahaha."

The two chatted amiably, leaving the village chief standing aside, awkwardly laughing along with them. Her expression was quite strange and very uncomfortable.

The man insisted on leaving, and the two men couldn't stop him. After seeing him off, they returned to the house, where the village chief raised his hand and patted Zhiyue on the shoulder, saying:

"Xiao Yue, I have something to tell you. When you find that doctor, don't mention anything about our village or anyone to him."

Zhiyue was deeply puzzled:

"The village? How are the Kun family involved with our Rainbow Village?"

"Oh dear, it actually involves me—never mind, don't ask any more questions, just remember it."

The village chief hurried away, his cane tapping the ground with each step.

Zhiyue scratched his head and didn't ask any more questions. It was normal for the village chief to have met a few people in the same industry when he was young and had traveled around.

At this point, only three people remained in the room.

The two people were fast asleep in bed.

Zhiyue sat at the table, spread out a piece of parchment, and began to make a list: water, food, anesthetic...

He stopped writing halfway through, glancing back at the child in the corner. The child was still asleep, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if having a sweet dream.

"Let's go to Kun's house..."

Zhiyue turned back and continued writing. Only, he gripped the pen with more force than before.

"Ah! Ouch! Ugh!"

Suddenly, three exclamations shattered the tranquility of the cabin. Zhiyue opened his eyes; the girl had sat up in shock, then fell back down.

"It hurts so much..."

Qian Xintong was on the verge of tears. She had gotten up too suddenly, and her hair, which was tied to the side, had been yanked hard. Then it tugged at the wound on her abdomen. Although the bleeding had stopped, it didn't mean she had lost the ability to feel pain.

She covered the back of her head with one hand and protected the wound on her abdomen with the other. She stretched her neck and looked at her incision. She then touched the top of her head, her arms, and her face, hissing in pain when she touched the wound.

"Where am I...? Who tied my hair up? It'll make me lose my hair."

Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhiyue, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed and a calm expression on his face.

"Ah, brother, did you save me? What's your name? What do you do for a living? Is this your home? Why are you tying my hair?"

A moment of silence.

"...What are you babbling about? I can't understand you."

Zhi Yue rubbed his forehead, pulled out a Yuan Stone from somewhere, crushed it with one hand to absorb it, and held Qian Xintong's right hand, which was fluttering as he spoke, with the other hand.

A surge of reverse energy emerged from the Yuan Stone in Zhi Yue's hand, was absorbed into his body, and then flowed out from his right hand, connecting with Qian Xintong's hand. The two established a divine connection, enough for them to understand the meaning of each other's language.

Qian Xintong scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly:

"Sorry, I forgot about the language barrier."

So Qian Xintong repeated the question about Zhiyue "missing out" once again.

"Hey, also, I feel like the traces of the universe in my body have disappeared. Did you take care of that?"

Oh, by the way, bro, have you seen an old man nearby? He's skinny and gaunt, and he must be badly injured; he's almost in two pieces.

And there's more...

Qian Xintong suddenly felt dizzy and weak all over, so she slowly lay back down.

"My head is spinning... What did you give me to eat... What do you want to do to me...?"

Zhiyue was dizzy from the barrage of questions until Qian Xintong finally stopped talking.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense! Don't throw dirty water on me, I've never even been in a relationship before."

Qian Xintong smiled, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

"Hehe, I was just kidding. Brother, you saved me, you can't be a bad person."

"Uh... that's not quite the right way to think about it."

Zhiyue stopped dwelling on this topic:

"One at a time. My name is Zhiyue, and this is... a small village. This house is where I live, of course. I tied your hair up because I can't be sure if you're hostile towards me. If you suddenly attack me, it will give me time to react."

The traces of the universe within you haven't disappeared; a physician just temporarily suppressed them to maintain your body's functions. The dizziness and weakness you feel are side effects. This method cannot be maintained long-term. After a few days of preparation, we'll set off to find a physician who can truly eradicate the root of the problem.

As Zhiyue spoke, he stepped forward and untied the knot. Qian Xintong interjected:

"I must thank that doctor in person when I have the chance, and also you, brother, or uncle? Wait a moment, let me take a look first."

Qian Xintong tried to activate the reverse energy to probe the concentration of reverse energy around Zhiyue, but his pupils only flickered for a moment before he felt dizzy again.

"Hey, you've just recovered, so don't do any strenuous exercise, and definitely not mental activities."

"Hehehe, it's nothing, it's nothing."

Qian Xintong closed her eyes and channeled her consciousness into her sea of ​​consciousness, only to find the brightly colored snake still fast asleep with its eyes closed. She was furious.

"That stinky worm is so annoying."