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

Zhiyue suddenly stood up!

His pupils trembled as he looked at Yingzi.

His eyes lit up.

Sure enough, a storm of reverse energy was sweeping through, and Yingzi's body was like a "water pump," sucking all the reverse energy around her into her sea of ​​consciousness, with blue waves surging in the air.

Yingzi's eyes were tightly closed, her consciousness seemingly sinking into the depths of the spring water, no, into the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness, into the depths of her memories.

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"Brother, is the river in the story of the Child of the Clear Stream real?"

"I think so."

"Really? I want to see it. I've never seen a river with bubbles before, nor have I ever seen a frog in bubbles."

The boy patted the girl's head:

"Okay, when you grow up, we'll go take a look over there in the east."

"Mmm, brother is so nice. The story says that the songs of frogs are heard throughout the waters, but why aren't there any in Lake Kati?"

The boy remained silent for a long time:

"……I have no idea."

-

The voice in my memory is so faint. How many years ago was that?

Yingzi was lost in his memories. He thought of the story of Qingxi Liu's son and Ling'er, his sister.

At that time, they were just the lowest-ranking collateral branch of the Kun family, with no status or position. The only river they had ever seen was the pink lifeline of Lake Kati.

It was a dead river, without frogs, clear foam, or even algae floating on the surface.

He had personally witnessed someone throw a fish into the lake, and it swam no more than three feet before its scales began to peel off.

Soon, the fish stopped moving, and after three seconds, it "melted".

It wasn't actually melted by high temperatures, nor corroded by acid; it simply dissolved away.

Why?

He stood by the lake and asked, but he didn't know who he was asking.

Later it learned that the lake contained only a large amount of concentrated "yuan," which dissolved all life within it, except for the old willow tree in the center of the lake, into disordered fragments.

But later, when he actually stood on the ridge of the Azure Mountains and saw the gently flowing "clear stream," his sister was nowhere to be seen.

-

A young man stood quietly in a dense forest, a large gourd hanging from his waist.

At his feet was a clear stream.

The stream, though small, meanders and crashes against the rocks in its bed, creating white waves and clear bubbles that float on the surface.

Quack, quack.

The croaking of frogs reached his ears. He followed the sound and saw a small, tender green figure blinking its big, dark eyes, puffing out its mouth, and emitting a rhythmic song of life.

The young man was momentarily lost in thought, remembering a promise he made with his sister when he was young.

"The scenery here is really nice. Oh, a frog."

A man's voice came from beside me, sounding carefree, or perhaps frivolous.

He draped his arm over "The Falcon's" shoulder, the man's code name in the organization, symbolizing his solitary nature, like a falcon, always pointing the way for his men on their hunt.

"Hey, Eiko, have you heard the story of the Child of the Clear Stream?"

The eagle paused for a moment, then silently nodded:

"I've heard of it. When we were little, my sister and I made a promise to come and see it together."

The locust slowly crouched down, took off its hood, revealing its tan hair, which it let fall freely.

He slowly extended a finger and gently approached the tender green frog.

The latter seemed oblivious to his malice, simply remaining still as his fingers slowly and gently slid across its sticky, wet back.

It was just an ordinary little frog, except for a dent on its forehead, which looked quite unusual.

The man next to him crossed his arms:

"It seems this little guy really likes you. I've noticed that all the animals along the way seem to like you. It's strange."

Perhaps you're actually a woodworking genius whose talents have been wasted by this desert?

The corners of the eagle's mouth curled up slightly:

"Even if that's the case, so what? Anyway, there aren't many people my age who can rival my current sand manipulation skills."

The man smiled:

"Heh, I say, Kunziying, don't be arrogant. The world is so big, and history is so long. There are definitely geniuses stronger than you."

The locust was still crouching:

"Of course I know, Senior Pingfeng. I just want to say that there is no second chance in life. Even if you have taken the wrong path, there is no way to turn back."

Instead of complaining your whole life, just keep going down this path until you reach your end.

The man known as "Riding the Wind" paused for a moment, then smiled with relief:

"You brat, forget it, I was overthinking it."

He then realized that he seemed to have overlooked something:

"Oh right, you mentioned earlier that you and your sister have a pact... How come I've never heard you say you have a sister?"

The eagle paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"My sister... was kidnapped by the Qian family. Like, leading a dog on a leash."

His teeth were grinding together, and Ping Feng was stunned. He scratched his head:

"……Feel sorry."

The eagle stood up, and the frog croaked twice more merrily before leaping into the stream and drifting away.

"It's okay. Actually, that was my main motivation for joining the organization, but I've never told the brothers about it."

Of course, if it weren't for those three animals, I might never have had the chance or the ability to bring her to the east of this watershed, even if I spent my entire life doing so.

He raised his head and gazed southeast, his eyes filled with determination and ruthlessness.

"So, I need to go find them and properly 'thank' them."

-

A green light emanated from Yingzi's body, mixed into the reverse vortex, and was then drawn back in. It was the aura of the Wood Dao, the aura of life.

How could he have imagined five hundred years ago that life would actually have a chance to start over?

The commotion he caused was significant, and the inner layer of rebels noticed the anomaly. They keenly sensed that the concentration of rebel energy around them was rapidly decreasing, as if the air had been sucked out.

Although it doesn't actually affect breathing, there's always a feeling of physical discomfort.

"What happened? Is there a problem with the spring?"

"Who's being so rude? Didn't they say only those in the lower three realms are allowed to absorb this stuff?!"

"Please be patient, everyone. We will handle this immediately. Rest assured, it will not affect our normal business operations today."

His breakthroughs continued, and his memories continued to flow, like the tears in the corners of his eyes.

-

"The waves crash against the shore, churning up thousands of piles of snow. What a beautiful poem!"

The two stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, with the surging waves below, seemingly about to climb up the rock face and swallow them up at any moment.

The lone eagle had no interest in reciting poetry; the gourd at his waist was gone.

"Liu Pingfeng, are you really going to do this?"

His expression was very serious, a stark contrast to Liu Pingfeng's nonchalant attitude.

"Yes, it's decided. More than five hundred years have passed, and I've lived long enough. It's not bad to end it this way."

The lone eagle is still refuting:

"Is five hundred years a long time? Your lifespan is clearly far from over! We have many more ways to defeat the Qian brothers—"

"Kun Ziying!"

Liu Pingfeng suddenly raised her voice to interrupt Jieying's rebuttal, then softened her tone:

"Five hundred years is a really long time. You'll understand when you reach that age."

Jieying straightened his chest, ready to continue the debate, but was interrupted by Liu Pingfeng raising his hand:

"Don't tell me any other methods. Don't you understand? Whether it's poisoning or a human wave tactic, it's all a pipe dream, wishful thinking!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his breathing became rapid:

"That's a Star Envoy, a legendary Star Envoy that we've never seen before!"

They can create things out of thin air, and their resources are inexhaustible. It would take several World Origin Realm cultivators, tens of thousands of middle-level cultivators, or millions of lower-level cultivators to kill one of them.

What's more, there are three of them, three of them!