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

The statue of the God of Wealth in the center of the lobby was moved to one side, and all kinds of decorations were thrown aside. In their place were blankets, piles of water and food, and a large group of tourists and refugees.

"How are things? Are the supplies enough?"

Honglan stepped forward and asked Ning Lei.

Ning Lei took a deep breath:

"At least we can get through tonight, no problem."

Honglan frowned slightly:

"Is it only tonight... I'm afraid that tomorrow, the transportation won't be able to be connected smoothly."

Ning Lei shook her head:

"That's all we can do."

I also specifically instructed a few of the more mobile rebel travelers to leave first, and to go to Chensui City to request assistance.

Honglan frowned:

"What? Has the cell phone signal system in the hot spring town also crashed?"

Ning Lei nodded:

"I don't know when, but the Central Messenger's ear was cut off, and he bled to death. It seems that the Cangmu Cult did something to him."

Honglan gently waved her fan:

"That's enough for tonight. I'm a bit tired. I'll set off immediately tomorrow morning to return to Chensui City and call for reinforcements."

Ning Lei nodded:

"Thanks for your hard work."

The two were very close friends. She knew that Honglan had been in poor health since childhood. Although he was a rebel in the Deep Yuan Realm, his body could not keep up with the output of the spells.

The battle just now must have been quite a burden for him; otherwise, he wouldn't be a civil official.

Ning Lei silently took a glass of water and was about to drink it when Yingzi suddenly waved her hand, knocking the water to the ground and splashing both of them.

Ning Lei froze, her hand still half-clenched, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Yingzi, on the other hand, had a serious expression, her eyes gleaming with blue light:

"Sorry. There's something wrong with this water."

Ning Lei snapped out of her daze, silently squatted down, staring at the water stains on the ground, then looked at the water in the bucket. It was clear and transparent, with no abnormal signs whatsoever.

"What's wrong with this water?"

Yingzi shook her head, the blue light in her eyes intensifying:

"I... I can't really explain it. Anyway, it seems like there's something strange mixed in with this water."

Zhiyue was on high alert immediately:

"Could it be that pendant...?"

Yingzi nodded silently:

"It's very likely. I think it's impossible that the Cangmu Sect went to such lengths to put that pendant into the spring for no reason."

Qian Xintong pondered:

"But why didn't you react at all just now? Why did you only notice something was wrong now?"

Yingzi hesitated for a moment, then said:

"It was... the little frog that told me. To be precise, it was only after it entered my consciousness that I vaguely sensed that abnormality."

Ning Lei wondered:

"What little frog? What pendant?"

……

The group briefly explained the actions of the Cangmu Cult to her.

Ning Lei's face was a little pale. The combined physical exhaustion and mental shock made her sigh.

"So that's how it is. The entire Wardspring was almost destroyed by him. This Li Yuhuan really deserved to die..."

I worked with him for six years. He was a bit greedy, but overall, he still cared about the hot spring town. How could this happen?

Yingzi shook her head:

"We have long been aware of their ability to manipulate people's minds, and we must be on guard."

Cano with his hands on his hips:

"So, what do you mean? What's wrong with this water?"

Yingzi's eyes flashed, she silently manipulated the water stain, but then shook her head:

"I don't understand. I only know there's a problem, but that's all I know."

He then looked at the water dispenser:

"Where did this water come from?"

Ning Lei replied:

"The hot spring town is completely self-sufficient in terms of water supply."

The spring water in the inner layer is treated and then flows to the outer layer, where it is then recycled and treated again.

Once it lost its markings and special properties, it was recycled for drinking water or cleaning water.

Yingzi pondered:

"In other words, this bucket of water is essentially still spring water..."

Ning Lei nodded:

"That's right, and this bucket of water was just drawn up, not long ago."

Yingzi remained lost in thought, but suddenly lost patience and muttered to herself:

"Water, water, water... I've thought about it over and over and I still don't know what the problem is. Why bother thinking about this? It's completely pointless—"

He snapped back to his senses, his eyes filled with surprise:

"Wait, what did I say...?"

Zhiyue's expression was serious; he knew that these were definitely not words Kunziying would say.

"Did you drink some water just now?"

Yingzi's expression also turned serious:

"But I shouldn't have—"

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and then changed his words:

"No, that's right, I did 'drink' the spring water. Just now, along with that little frog, something entered my sea of ​​consciousness."

He lowered his consciousness to enter, but apart from the sky full of blue-green reverse energy and that little green frog, there was not a trace of impurities that he could find.

He exhaled:

"Thoughts. These flies are truly insidious; they influence thoughts."

Zhi Yue was the first to react, looking at Hong Lan and Ning Lei with a serious expression. However, before he could speak, Hong Lan had already swiftly given an order to all the employees:

"Everyone, stop supplying spring water to travelers, put it away or pour it back!"

Damn it, who knows how many people have already drunk this…”

"Received... Seriously, they're all just water, what's the difference? What's the point of all this?"

"It's just adding to the workload. At a time like this, they're still thinking about compliance tests. Enough already."

……

Ning Lei's expression was serious:

"These two guys are just as enthusiastic about their work as the cotton plant workers."

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Yingzi sighed and looked up.

"I'm afraid it's not just that it almost got ruined by him, it's that something really bad is about to happen."

-

"How is it?"

Yingzi stood by the spring, with Zhiyue behind her, slowly descending the steps:

"I asked, and Xintong said she didn't feel any changes."

She stayed in there for a long time, and my first thought was that something was wrong, but thankfully, it wasn't serious.

Zhiyue and Yingzi returned to the underground spring, while the others stayed in the main hall to help with the work.

Yingzi nodded:

"This is a good thing. It provides a unique case study not only for her personally, but also for the investigation of the entire incident."

He took out a small glass bottle, the most ordinary kind, and scooped out a sample of spring water:

"Through her, we can understand whether the methods of these flies are targeted at race, cultivation level, or some kind of individual difference."

Zhiyue responded with an "Mmm":

"So, why did you call me here? You could have just come and explore it yourself. Are you worried there might be remnants of the Cangmu Cult here?"

Zhiyue stood behind Yingzi with his arms crossed.

Yingzi leaned on the edge of the pool, watching her youthful face ripple and fade on the water's surface, then heal.

"Water veins, oh water veins."

He sighed and turned to look at Zhiyue:

"Besides checking what's wrong with the water, there's something else I need to tell you."

Zhiyue's expression also turned serious:

"What is it that you can only tell me?"

Yingzi nodded:

"That's right, I can only tell you this. Xin Tong is not an option either, because she... is, after all, an outsider, an outsider from the Pangde Continent."

Zhiyue nodded as well:

"Alright, it seems my current identity is that of a core disciple of the Kun family."

Yingzi didn't respond, but silently summoned Tidaric from her mind. The latter, still sleepy, rested on her shoulder.

"It hasn't been that long, why did you call me out?"

"I called you out here to talk about Ward Spring, about the heart of the Pound Waterway."

Both Tidarick and Zhiyue were taken aback.

Tidaric: "You little rascal, you're not that old, but you know a lot."

Yingzi twitched the corner of her mouth:

"Over a hundred—oh, sorry, I forgot you already knew that,"

He glanced at Zhiyue, who shrugged.

"More than five hundred years, that's not a small time at all."

Tidaric smacked his lips:

"Well, you're still too young compared to me, quack."

"In any case, whether you really are that ancestor Tidalik or something else, you did come from here, so you must know a lot about Wardwell."

Tidari blinked her large, jet-black eyes twice:

"That's right, I do know quite a lot. To be precise, I was born for this."

With a light leap, it jumped from Yingzi's shoulder to the edge of the pond:

"All the paths of water converge here. This is the hub of all the waterways on the continent of Pond, the Ward Spring."