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

"Name? Ah, ah—it's that dry-faced old man. He said his name is Kun Ziying, and that this desert is named after him. To be honest, this guy is very strong, worthy of my approval."

Qian Xintong crossed her arms and nodded to herself. She was calm, but Zhi Yue was not so rational:

"Kun Ziying... If it's him, then things make a lot of sense."

This name was like a thorn, forever embedded in Zhiyue's heart. In his memory, this Kun Ziying was the second elder of the Kun family, and also his cousin. Others might not know, but Zhiyue knew that his strength was definitely no less than that of his parents, who were known as the pillars of the Kun family, especially his skill in manipulating quicksand. Yes, if he was the one who caused this massive dust storm, it would be quite reasonable.

"But where did he go? Did he go back? And what about this child...?"

Zhiyue suddenly looked up at the child, staring intently at his tender face, as if trying to confirm something unbelievable.

After a careful examination, it's no wonder everyone thought the child was his. Although the child's features were still delicate and hadn't fully developed, making him look like a child, his eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to Zhi Yue's. Whether it was his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes or the curve of his lips, they were quite similar.

Zhiyue's gaze swept over the little boy again and again, while he tried desperately to recall his own childhood memories. Finally:

"Oh, right, the birthmark! He has a birthmark on his left buttock, not too big, not too small!"

How Zhiyue knew isn't that important right now. What's important is that Zhiyue is now planning to flip this grilled fish on the bed over to see if it has the exact same birthmark on its butt.

Turning him over, Zhiyue yanked down the ill-fitting adult pants, revealing his fair and tender buttocks. There were no marks on them at all; they were clearly two symmetrical "perfect" mounds.

Zhiyue didn't know how to express his emotions. He both hoped that he really was Kun Ziying and could tell him what had happened back then, and he also hoped that he wasn't really Kun Ziying, since he had been gone for so long and the situation would probably be very awkward.

In hindsight, it was just a false alarm.

"Ling...er..."

The child let out a faint groan, which was so indistinct that it was hard to hear.

"What did he just say?"

Qian Xintong climbed off the bed and moved closer to the child, bending down to listen carefully to his groans:

"Ling...er..."

"He... seems to be calling someone's name."

Qian Xintong said with a frown.

Zhiyue was puzzled, so he also leaned over:

"Really?"

The child rolled over, still muttering to himself:

"Ling...er...sister, sister..."

Zhi Yue suddenly retreated, his eyes filled with shock, even awe. His pupils contracted, and his breathing became rapid.

"Kunling...that's his sister's name. He used to talk about it a lot when I was little."

His voice trembled slightly.

"So, you really know this little guy, and he has a little sister?"

"That's right. I do know him, and judging from the current situation, you probably know him too."

"Me? How could that be? I've never been here before. I've only seen two people so far: you and that other person..."

"A dry-faced old man?"

Qian Xintong's expression stiffened, and she looked at the child again with a puzzled expression:

"No, how could that be? You call this an old man?"

Zhiyue was speechless:

"Didn't you say your level of skill far surpasses our comprehension? If you're so powerful, haven't you ever heard of any miraculous skill that reverses aging?"

Qian Xintong pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he "suddenly realized":

"Oh! Do you really have such amazing skills here?"

"I've never heard of it. I thought you had."

"I don't have any either."

……

"So, this little guy and that old man are really the same person?"

Zhi Yue's expression was solemn, and he was about to speak when the little one suddenly sat up:

"Get out of my mind! My sister, Ling'er, isn't... like that..."

The child regained consciousness, the anger and sadness in his eyes vanishing abruptly, replaced by deep confusion, his pupils unfocused. After a moment of disorientation, he recovered and turned his head, the first thing he saw was Qian Xintong staring blankly at him, speechless.

"Ah, it's you!"

The child exclaimed, stood up, and faced Qian Xintong, getting into a fighting stance. Then, he realized what he had done:

"My voice! Uh, my clothes? My body! I...!"

The child looked panicked and fumbled around on his body. The adult clothes slipped down, revealing his smooth, white bottom. The child quickly squatted down and wrapped himself back in the clothes. His little face was flushed, and his shy expression was quite endearing.

"Oh, so the old man knows how to be ashamed now."

Qian Xintong teased, trying hard to suppress her laughter and pretend to be serious, but the corners of her mouth were already curving upwards, and her eyes were also curved into crescent moons.

The child glared at her fiercely:

"This old man—I'm not some old man...coococoococoo?"

The child glanced around and noticed a figure standing nearby. He turned to look at the man, staring intently for a long time. His eyes widened, his pupils losing focus again. This face triggered a distant memory. He tried hard to recall when he had seen this person before. But he failed; his mind was blank—his memory was fragmented.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

Zhiyue opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. After hesitating for a moment, he asked:

"You are Kun Ziying, right?"

The child was stunned, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a cold sweat pouring down his back:

"I...I...who am I?"

"There's no need to pretend. First, this girl has inadvertently revealed your name to me. Second, regardless of whether you've truly forgotten who I am, I have no ill intentions towards you. After all, you are mine..."

Zhiyue deliberately kept everyone in suspense and remained silent.

"What are you talking about? Just tell me!"

The emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuchs were; Qian Xintong, who loved watching the drama unfold, couldn't hold back any longer.

Zhiyue and the child stared at each other in silence for a long time, until Zhiyue was the first to give in:

"Okay, it seems you really do have amnesia, not faking it."

The child remained confused and distressed, unable to recall anything no matter how hard he tried. He remembered language and some common sense, but was completely unaware of his own experiences and identity.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember who you are. I have absolutely no memory of you, it's like I'm locked up."

Zhiyue stopped pressuring and had no choice but to introduce himself:

"Don't rush, let me introduce myself first."

My name is Kunling, son of Shuangyue Caidu, and nephew of Elder Kun Ziying of the Kun family.

So, my dear uncle, have you remembered anything? It's okay if you've forgotten me, but do you still remember your brother and sister-in-law?

Do you remember why they died?