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

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The iron tree has become a spirit, and it is surging towards the hot spring town from all directions.

They were originally meant to absorb metal from the earth, but now they are extending their iron whips towards the flesh and blood of humans.

The ground was littered with shriveled corpses, dried out and turned into dried-up human bodies.

Honglan kept waving her paper fan, and the wind blades cleanly cut off the iron branches of the iron tree, but they quickly grew back.

He cursed under his breath:

"What the hell is this iron tree?"

The current situation is not favorable for him.

As a Wind Dao Reverser in the Deep Origin Realm, he could easily shatter an entire iron tree, but he couldn't control his spells to avoid accidentally injuring the surrounding travelers.

"Hahahaha! How about it? Was this gift something you expected, Mr. Honglan?"

Chang Yun smiled.

Honglan gritted his teeth. He had long known that the iron tree was planted in the wrong place, but he hadn't expected that the other party could directly modify and control these lives.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he once again crushed Chang Yun into dust.

Tsuneun recovered again, her expression clearly showing impatience:

"Is that enough, Mr. Honglan? How many times have you used this move already?"

Honglan ignored him and continued dealing with the iron tree.

Chang Yun smiled:

"If it's just a few trees that's giving you so much trouble, then I'm really disappointed."

Don't worry, there's more exciting stuff to come.

The dark red color reappeared in his eyes, and the crystal in his palm shimmered.

He spoke, his booming voice as majestic as if descending from the heavens, echoing throughout the entire hot spring resort, even the innermost barriers could not conceal it:

"Children of the Azure Mother, faithful followers of the Azure Mother Cult, heed the call of the chanters, heed the gospel of the Mother!"

"Give your blood and flesh for the new world!"

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Almost the instant Ahr knelt down to pray, a magnificent voice reached the ears of everyone at Zhiyue.

A flying insect precisely scurried into Ah's mouth.

He began to cough incessantly, his body contorted, and a hoarse, strange cry came from his throat.

Zhiyue suddenly looked up and gazed around; everywhere he looked, there was a dark red light.

This is the Cangmu Cult.

Each ray of light corresponds to a crystal that seals away sorrow, and each crystal corresponds to a fanatical believer.

The scene became even more chaotic. Large numbers of believers twisted their bodies, knelt on the ground, and murmured the oaths of the Cangmu Cult.

"Breaking news again, we suspect we have been subjected to a biological attack. All passengers are requested to immediately proceed to the inner zone for refuge. The outer zone will be sealed off soon. Breaking news again, we..."

[Xintong, where are you? Is anything wrong?]

Zhiyue transmitted his voice to Qian Xintong.

The latter, having just heard that voice and then the emergency broadcast, was somewhat at a loss.

But she clearly felt that the aura she loathed was growing stronger:

[I'm at the Spring of Life, what happened?]

Zhiyue also returned to the inner area with the crowd.

[It's those flies—no, now we should call them the Fly Cult. They've started moving. Did you see that woman with the burgundy hair on the train?]

Qian Xintong wasn't surprised; the man's voice had already revealed his intentions. She remembered the pendant, but just now, Shao Qing had left under the pretext of gathering information.

She was just here with me, but she's left now.

Zhiyue exhaled a breath and hurried towards the Dixin Spring:

Sure enough, my intuition was right; that woman was indeed suspicious.

Qian Xintong looked serious, and the three of them also came out of the pool:

That's strange. I still can't sense her presence.

No, it's not your fault. Her pendant is probably just a decoration; Yingzi has already gotten her hands on the truly dangerous item.

He returned to the Dixin Spring.

The inner courtyard is too narrow to accommodate so many people, and many guests have already been squeezed into the hot spring rooms.

"I've told you so many times, I really don't know what this thing does. I'm just following orders..."

A greasy, fat man was bound by vines; it was Li Yuhuan lying at Yingzi's feet.

Seeing that the man knew nothing about the matter, Yingzi glanced at the pendant in her hand, then at the crowd surging in, shook her head, and untied the pendant.

Without saying a word, Li Yuhuan disappeared into the crowd and left, ignoring the pendant.

Yingzi glanced at Zhiyue and shook her head:

"They couldn't find out, so they probably genuinely didn't know. But at least they stopped it."

Zhiyue sighed:

"Well, since the truth has already come out, it seems this was just bait."

Yingzi could not deny it:

"What's the situation outside?"

Zhiyue shook his head:

"The Cangmu Cult, that's what they call it. After all this time, I finally understand why they call those demons flies."

They seem to possess the means to modify living organisms.

Yingzi frowned:

"I have absolutely no recollection of this name. I don't know it, and I've never known it before."

He sighed:

"They really hid it well."

Qian Xintong, Kano, and Xuan Ning also arrived.

"What's the situation outside?"

Xuan Ning is a soldier who has entered a state of combat readiness.

Zhiyue paused upon seeing Kano and her, then nodded to the two of them:

"Now is not the time for pleasantries. Let's go out and take a look. Xintong, you're not capable of fighting, so just stay here for now."

Everyone nodded.

Yingzi:

"Come on, it's safer to hide here."

Upon seeing the dark cave entrance, Qian Xintong didn't hesitate and went down the steps.

Yingzi's emerald eyes flashed, and the vines sealed the cave entrance layer by layer.

Be careful.

Zhiyue was taken aback, and replied:

Don't worry. Are you afraid of the dark?

【I'm from the Golden Path, why would I be afraid of the dark? Besides, the spring water here glows!】

Zhiyue smiled slightly:

That's good. Don't move around here; we'll be right back.

……

The gates to the inner area were tightly shut. The guards tried to stop the four, but Xuan Ning revealed her officer's token.

A silence.

The inside and outside seemed to be reversed.

The once tranquil and secluded inner area was now incredibly noisy, while the outer area, which was usually bustling with activity, was now completely silent.

Cano's hair stood on end:

"It's so quiet here..."

Xuan Ning instinctively reached out and shielded her behind him:

"Don't be afraid, everyone has been evacuated, it will be quiet now."

Zhiyue frowned:

"Wait, where did all those followers of the Cangmu Cult go?"

Yingzi frowned:

"Let's split up and search."

Zhiyue turned and glanced at him, but said nothing.

Yingzi understood what he meant:

"A young genius, cultivating at a rapid pace, is that not allowed?"

Cano complained:

"Little one, when I was your age, I was no worse than you."

Yingzi twitched the corner of her mouth:

"Yes, yes, yes, my sister is amazing."

The group split up and began to explore the surrounding area.

Zhiyue tiptoed into the outer spring.

Splash!

A sound of water reached his ears; it was the sound of something stirring the surface of the water.

Splash!

He maintained his fighting stance and continued walking inside.

Splash!

He lifted the last curtain.

A beetle.

A black and red beetle, about the size of a person, is quietly soaking in the spring water.

Its forelegs have bristles that are reddish-brown, with water droplets at the tips, which drape over the edge of the pool, as if a person is enjoying themselves.

It turned its head, its thick, black mouthparts opening and closing, and the elytra on its back trembling slightly.

Zhiyue remained silent and confronted him.

Squeak!

It let out a loud cry and pounced on Zhiyue.

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Later, in the annals of Guixu, people referred to it as "the chirping of insects in the hot spring village." This first chirping of insects signified that the Cangmu Cult had officially entered the historical stage of the continent of Pangde, marking a turning point in the civilization's transition from prosperity to decline.