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

Zhiyue remained silent because he couldn't understand what the two riddle-makers and the riddle-frog were saying.

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"Hey, you're the manager here, right?"

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist strode angrily toward the crowd, his face filled with rage.

Ning Lei was taken aback:

"Yes, it's me. What can I do for you, sir/madam—"

"Do you even know what time it is? The lobby is so noisy, how are my wife and kids supposed to sleep?"

As the burly man shouted, he pointed towards the VIP lounge area, where a woman was holding a baby who was crying loudly.

The woman looked at the child with heartache, but when she looked up at the crowd, her eyes revealed contempt and disgust.

Ning Lei twitched the corner of her mouth:

"Sir, we are very sorry, but this happened so suddenly, there's really nothing we can do. Besides, you and your wife and children are already in the VIP area..."

The burly man puffed out his beard and glared:

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm greedy? Huh?"

All three girls frowned. Honglan silently put away her fan and was about to speak when Zhiyue, who had suddenly returned, interrupted her with a gesture:

Leave it to me, brother Honglan.

Zhiyue stepped forward, facing the burly man head-on.

Only then did people suddenly notice that Zhi Yue's physique was not to be underestimated either. He had broad shoulders and a strong waist, forming a perfect inverted triangle shape, and was even comparable to that burly man.

The burly man silently took a step back. He knew he was in the wrong, but he still felt guilty, and his tone softened considerably.

"What, what, are you a thug? Want to fight? State your cultivation level first, or you'll accuse me of bullying the weak."

Zhi Yue approached the burly man with a calm expression, but his naturally downturned mouth gave him an air of invisible pressure in the man's eyes.

"Biaozi, what are you afraid of? If you want to fight, let's fight. My old man can afford to pay for it!"

The burly man's wife shouted from afar, displaying the same rousing spirit as someone giving a pep talk before a battle.

Upon hearing these words, the burly man became as if he had been injected with chicken blood; his face immediately turned red, and his hands became even more eager to try.

However, at that moment, Zhiyue gently patted his shoulder with his palm. He didn't use any force or activate any reverse energy; it was just a simple pat.

He stared directly into the burly man's eyes, his gaze extremely firm:

"Brother, go back and be with your wife and kids first."

Give me an hour, no, thirty minutes, and I guarantee you, your wife and children, and all the passengers here, a completely quiet and comfortable environment.

The burly man was stunned.

The young man's hands were rough, unlike those of a pampered young master from a wealthy family. His hands were warm, and when placed on my shoulder, I felt no threat whatsoever.

He remembered when he was young and working on a construction site, carrying bricks, and the old master craftsman patted him on the shoulder in the same way.

Looking into Zhiyue's eyes, which were so firm they could be described as sincere, his face turned even redder, albeit a blushing red.

He opened his mouth, but then deflated:

"Okay, I'll trust you this once."

After saying this, he walked back towards his wife and children.

Everyone looked at each other.

Yingzi muttered to herself:

"It seems this guy wasn't affected too badly."

Qian Xintong asked:

"Are you sure you're not making empty promises? What if they come knocking on your door later?"

Honglan snorted coldly:

"Then let's make an example of them to deter others; it will help maintain order."

Yingzi refuted:

"And then they'll close down tomorrow? Quit?"

Honglan opened her mouth:

"Yes, senior is right."

Ning Lei turned to look at Zhi Yue:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Zhiyue. However, we truly cannot fulfill this promise, which is really—"

Zhiyue raised his hand again to stop him, revealing a firm and confident smile:

"Don't worry, Manager Ning Lei, I'm not the kind of person who would make empty promises."

Honglan opened her fan again:

"So, what did you find out? What exactly got into the water?"

Zhiyue looked at the noisy crowd. Some were trying to soothe their panicked children to sleep, while others were silently eating their emergency rations, muttering, "What bad luck, I should have known better than to come."

Or phrases like "What a waste of time, a waste of life," filled with nihilistic meaning, leaving me with mixed feelings:

"In short, not just here, but the entire continent is about to descend into turmoil."

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Rewind to a short time ago, when the two people and the frog were standing silently by the pond.

……

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Zhiyue still looked bewildered:

"Shouldn't it be the two of you explaining this to me?"

Tidaric stretched out a front paw and patted his forehead:

"Yes, quack."

It jumped a meter high, then leaped back onto Yingzi's shoulder:

"Yingzi, give me some reverse energy, I can't absorb it right now."

……

"Why aren't you answering, quack!"

Tidaric turned his head and found Yingzi staring at him with empty eyes. Her expression was not like that of a rebel who had lived for five hundred years, but more like that of a vengeful spirit who had been dead for five hundred years, which startled him.

"What a joke... So you can't escape the fate of becoming a top-up in-game currency after all?"

If frogs could sweat, Tidarik would definitely be drenched in cold sweat:

"Ahem, the benefits I'm giving you are yet to come. Just think of it as an initial investment."

Yingzi sighed and shrugged:

"Okay, it's not like we don't have them."

A touch of azure connects the two, and Tidarik's forehead begins to radiate a water-blue jewel-like light.

Immediately, a scene appeared out of thin air before the two of them, depicting a large number of intricate and winding lines.

It was a map of waterways, encompassing everything from the Mil-iwa River, which irrigates half the continent, to the small marshes that sustain villages and tribes.

Not only the mighty rivers and seas on land, but also the underground rivers with their surging currents, marked with an even darker, ghostly blue.

Surface rivers are like arteries, supplying life to the entire continent, while underground rivers are like veins and capillaries, silently nourishing every corner.

Even the driest deserts are not devoid of water, otherwise Viminali would not exist.

Following a tributary of the Miriva River, a deep blue curve traverses the desolate desert, reaching its westernmost point:

"This is the underground river near Rainbow Village..."

It is not hard to see that these intricate watercourses all converge at the same point.

By comparing several large rivers, it is not difficult to find that the place where the countless dark blue lines converge is none other than the spring in front of Zhiyue and the others—Wode Spring.

Zhiyue's eyes widened in surprise:

"This is... Ward Spring?"

Yingzi nodded:

"That's right, this is it. The water confluence of the Pound Continent, Ward Spring."

This is undoubtedly a huge shock to our understanding of Zhiyue.

Indeed, no one would have imagined that such a popular tourist destination, a hot spring town, would have such a deep secret buried underground.

"All the water from the entire continent passes through here, right on the Kun family's territory. Has the Empire made no comment? Haven't the other Federation members said anything either?"

Yingzi coughed lightly twice:

"Well, as of now, no more than a handful of people know about this. At least as far as I know, there are only two people still alive... and a frog."