Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Having finally escaped the rich fragrance of flowers, Yao Han, standing on the sword, felt anything but happy.

As expected, his guess was correct. Su Yao's concern for the disciples was precisely because of her own lifespan.

This master really went to great lengths for her disciple, and Yao Han deeply resonated with her heartfelt words.

That day in Jiuyin, when he left the treasures and spirit stones to Lan'er, he must have thought of the same thing she did.

They are all experienced people who have been through it all. It is precisely because they have already gone through it that they know how difficult the road has been, and that they want to do their best to pave the way for future generations so that they can go further and more steadily.

However, when he decided to join Feixia, he did not expect that both elders on the island were on the verge of death.

Su Yao just said that she entered the sect at the age of twenty, and today is four hundred years. That is to say, her lifespan this year is about four hundred and twenty years old, which is considered old among Core Formation cultivators. If five hundred is the maximum, she should still be able to live for another seventy or eighty years.

Can I achieve the Golden Core stage in eighty years?

Yao Han was a little unsure.

In his previous life, he established his foundation at the age of fifty and reached the Core Formation at less than one hundred and twenty years old, with nearly seventy years passing in between.

This speed is actually quite fast, but back then he relied on a demonic art with endless consequences. In this life, however, he has taken a completely new path that he has never taken before, so he is somewhat unsure.

However, regardless of whether he can ultimately form his core, he has to give it his all. Otherwise, he might not even get to say goodbye to his master before it's his master's turn to say goodbye to him—his lifespan is only seventy or eighty years left, just like Su Yao's.

Reaching the Foundation Establishment stage is only the first step on a long road ahead. Although Core Formation is still a long way off, we must prepare for it in advance.

If he wants to live the carefree life he envisions, he can't afford to slack off right now.

However, at least we managed to get our hands on this technique.

Yao Han took out the jade box and jade slip, rubbed them in his hands for a while, and then put them back.

After leaving Su Yao's residence, Yao Han went straight to the scripture library on the main island, made a copy of the scroll "Han Chuan Ye Guang", and then returned to his cave.

While still in the sky, he could see a familiar figure waving at him from the water at the edge of the island. It was Jiang Fanyu.

Yao Han smiled slightly and stepped forward on his sword to meet the attack.

"Junior Brother Yao, I didn't expect you to be a master of formations! I've been studying the formations on this island for ages, but I still can't find the entrance. I can only wait for you to come back."

"Senior brother, you flatter me. My skill level is so low, how dare I call myself a master? It's just some minor tricks, not worthy of being called elegant."

"Ah, that's not quite right. Although I don't understand formations, I can see that this formation is quite mysterious. I'm afraid even a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator would not fare well if they were to fall into it."

After exchanging a fist salute, Yao Han led Jiang Fanyu onto the island. With a flick of his hand, he summoned the array plate of the Wind Whispering Illusion Array. With a few taps of his fingers, a faint gray wind drifted to both sides, revealing a clean path.

"Senior Brother Jiang, please."

"No problem."

Yao Han led him into the cave, and the two sat down at the table. He was about to make tea when Jiang Fanyu grabbed his wrist. The other party raised his eyebrows triumphantly and took out a jade-white porcelain bottle, about the height of a forearm, from his storage bag.

With a flick of her wrist, two more emerald green cups landed on the table. Jiang Fanyu skillfully opened the lids and poured the wine. The clear liquor gurgled from the bottle's mouth into the cups, carrying a faint fragrance reminiscent of green bamboo, which brightened Yao Han's eyes.

Their glasses clinked in mid-air, and the two simultaneously downed their drinks. As the glasses fell, Jiang Fanyu looked at Yao Han expectantly, who chuckled softly.

"Sweet and refreshing on the palate, with a long finish and a very subtle hint of ethereal flavor. A fine wine."

He really hadn't drunk alcohol in a long time; the last time seemed to have been several years ago.

Yao Han wasn't a big drinker, but he wasn't ignorant about wine either. It's just that he usually focused on his self-cultivation and only picked up a wine glass when necessary, like right now.

"Haha, I knew my junior brother was a connoisseur of wine!"

Jiang Fanyu's expression grew even more smug. She refilled both of their cups, and with a flick of her hand, produced several plates of pastries, spiritual melons, and spiritual fruits. Before Yao Han could ask, she began to introduce them herself:

"This wine was brewed by myself in my cave, and it's called 'Sweet Bamboo.' It's made with the finest spring water and infused with some spiritual herbs and fruits, making it perfect for us cultivators. I took this pot of Sweet Bamboo wine to the Nine Silver Market to have it appraised by a spirit wine master—junior brother, guess how much they ordered?"

"Given the luxurious materials used and their benefits to cultivators, the price must be exorbitant..."

Yao Han stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before guessing a number:

"Ten spirit stones?"

Jiang Fanyu smiled without saying a word, and held up two fingers at him.

"Twenty spirit stones?"

"That's right! To be precise, it should be twenty-one spirit stones, hahaha. I was also shocked when the other party quoted this price, but I felt relieved when I thought about how much I had invested in this wine."

"Twenty-one spirit stones a bottle, that price is almost as high as a bottle of Nine Yuan Pill. Senior Brother's brewing skills are truly miraculous, Junior Brother is in awe."

"Ah, my tricks are nothing special, not worth mentioning at all. Come on, junior brother, let's have another drink!"

Jiang Fanyu said it was nothing to mention, but her expression showed that she was quite pleased with Yao Han's praise, and her eyebrows curved into a smile.

After chatting for a while and drinking to their hearts' content, Yao Han gently placed his glass on the table and took the initiative to speak:

"Brother Jiang, you've come to visit today, bringing such fine wine; surely it's not just for idle chatter?"

Jiang Fanyu paused in pouring the wine, then chuckled softly:

"Junior brother is indeed a smart man. That's right, I do have something to discuss with you today."

"Senior brother, please speak frankly."

"it is good."

He placed the cup he was holding on the table: "I wonder if Junior Brother is interested in treasure hunting?"

"Treasure hunting?"

Yao Han raised an eyebrow:

"Could it be that Senior Brother has discovered some rare secret realm?"

"It's not a secret realm; to be precise, it's a cave dwelling left behind by a deceased Core Formation cultivator."

Jiang Fanyu shifted her sitting position and moved closer to Yao Han:

"This person is named Xiao Li, with the Daoist name Wuying. Hundreds of years ago, he was a well-known Core Formation cultivator in Dongling. He was named for his solo expedition across the snowy mountains. Although he only went halfway before regretfully turning back, such an achievement is enough to make ordinary cultivators sigh in admiration."

Xiao Li, the Shadowless Immortal.

Yao Han thought for a moment. He seemed to recall such a person, but this person was clearly from a different era than him.

"To dare to venture into such a perilous place alone with only the Core Formation cultivation is truly admirable. This Shadowless Master must be quite skilled."

Tianzong Cliff, Wanli Snow Mountain, Diyuan Valley, Zhuilongtan.

These four places are recognized by cultivators as the four most dangerous and unique places in the Eastern Ridge.

Tianzongya is located in the far west, with the snow-capped mountains stretching across the northern plains, completely separating the eastern mountains from the central and northern regions.

As for the latter two, Diyuan Valley is located north of Binghai, while Zhuilongtan is hidden deep within the Guzhang Mountains, not far from Guiling.

There is even a poem specifically about these four perilous places:

"The path to immortality is severed at the edge of the sky, and the snow-capped mountains freeze one's bones. The abyss swallows the soul, and the dragon pool buries the crown of the Dao."

"Who can argue with that! However, after this Shadowless Immortal ventured into the snowy mountains, he vanished without a trace in the Eastern Ridge, and no one knows where he went. The most widespread story is that he was seriously injured and died in his cave."

Jiang Fanyu became more and more excited as she spoke, poured herself a glass, and began to drink alone:

"I never expected that after a hundred years, news of his cave dwelling would reappear! Hehe, I heard this news from a fellow member of the Juyi Gang. The news hasn't spread yet, and even including you and me, the number of people who know about it is no more than five."

"Junior Brother, would you be willing to come with us to explore that cave?"