Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

The four were dressed in black outfits and wore straw hats, concealing their true appearances so that their faces were completely obscured.

Moreover, all four of them were at the early stage of Foundation Establishment!

Jiang Fanyu's eyes sharpened, and with a wave of his arm, a jade-white dagger, about the length of a forearm, floated to his side, circling his body.

"Who dares to act so arrogantly? This is the territory of my Water Moon Palace! Do you not take Water Moon Palace seriously?!"

After saying that, Jiang Fanyu raised his right hand, held a sound transmission talisman in his hand, quickly imprinted a few words on it, and then sent it towards the sect.

However, the talisman's light only flew a short distance before being intercepted by another dazzling red light. This red light appeared beside the black-clad man on the far left, swaying and drifting in the air, but it arrived first and stopped the communication talisman in place, rendering it unable to move.

"What kind of magical artifact is this! It can even intercept talismans!"

Jiang Fanyu was startled. The spiritual light on the dagger became even more conspicuous and dazzling, radiating the fluctuations of a mid-grade magic weapon.

"It is not a magical artifact, but a spiritual insect."

Golden and blue light flashed continuously in Yao Han's eyes:

"With six wings on its back and unpredictable movements, accompanied by a blinding red light when it flies away, this is the Falling Sun Ant, also known as the 'Talisman-Swallowing Ant.' It is not strong in itself, but it specializes in devouring all kinds of talismans, making it the nemesis of talisman cultivators."

Yao Han had never actually seen the Talisman-Swallowing Ant before. He learned about it from the jade slips left by the Blood Ants. However, because the Talisman-Swallowing Ant's characteristics were so obvious, he immediately recognized its true form.

"It seems the other side didn't act on a whim, but came prepared. Senior Brother Jiang, there's no point in saying more, let's prepare to fight."

Yao Han's expression turned serious, his hands hidden in his sleeves, ready for a magical duel. As he spoke, he whispered in Jiang Fanyu's ear:

"Senior brother, there should be another person hiding in the air about six zhang to the southeast. Be careful of a sneak attack!"

"There's still one more person! Junior Brother's divine sense is truly sharp. Alright, I understand."

The jade-white dagger shimmered brightly, humming continuously, poised to strike.

"Junior brother, if things really come to this, we should flee. Fighting five against two is hardly a wise move... Damn it, where did these guys come from? How dare they be so audacious as to rob us at our sect's gate? Aren't they afraid of incurring the wrath of our elders?!"

Not only him, but Yao Han also felt a sense of doubt.

He had been in seclusion on Feixia Island for so long, and theoretically, he hadn't offended anyone...

Hmm? No, if we're talking about offending someone, there really is one.

Fu Xiaowan.

If these people weren't after Jiang Fanyu, then the person behind them could only be Fu Xiaowan.

If he hadn't been suddenly stopped by these people, he would have almost forgotten about her.

Before Yao Han could ponder the mastermind behind the scenes, the four of them made a move simultaneously after the talisman ant swallowed the communication talisman!

The other party had no intention of exchanging pleasantries and immediately attacked. The black-clad cultivator on the left, who was controlling spirit insects, took the lead and flew into the air. His hand seals changed, and a fiery disc covered with intricate patterns appeared behind him. In the blink of an eye, eight fireballs emerged from around the disc, slowly swirling around it, their flames blazing!

With a flick of his right hand, the man sent eight fireballs hurtling towards the two men with a deafening roar, like meteors falling from the sky, their force overwhelming!

The other three made their moves simultaneously: one held a jade-green scimitar, another rode a giant eagle, and the third made a fist with his five fingers pointing forward, summoning three eerie, purple-white ghost flames that distorted and deformed the surrounding void wherever they went.

Only the cultivator who commanded the ghost fire attacked Jiang Fanyu, while the other two went straight for Yao Han. The emerald green scimitar, carrying a wood-colored spiritual light, slashed diagonally, while the person sitting on the eagle pointed to his chest and muttered, as three crystal-clear, huge ice cones formed above his head, ready to be unleashed!

"Retreat first!"

Yao Han gave a silent shout and briefly summoned the Snowstorm Painting. The scroll quickly unfurled in mid-air, and for a moment, a gale raged, snowstorms surged, fire rain mingled with the wind, loud bangs echoed, white smoke billowed, and the surrounding mist dissipated in the intense tremors.

The snow and wind painting slowed down the other three's pace slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yao Han and the other two landed in the forest. He raised his arm and swung the snow and wind painting back into his sleeve.

"Junior brother! These people look like skilled fighters. We'd better leave first. If we get bogged down, we won't be able to escape!"

"Don't worry, senior brother, I know what I'm doing. Just be wary of the fifth person. I'll figure out how to deal with the other four."

"What?"

Jiang Fanyu could hardly believe her ears.

This junior brother Yao is far too confident!

No, that's not confidence, that's arrogance!

He was about to try to persuade them again, but the group moved very fast and were already within arm's reach. Ice spikes, scimitars, and will-o'-the-wisps attacked from three different directions: left, center, and right. The two had nowhere left to retreat!

Jiang Fanyu gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, raising a protective aura and summoning a wine cup-shaped magical artifact from his storage bag, placing it in front of him in an attempt to withstand the attack.

The three attacks were less than ten feet away from the two of them. Just then, Yao Han made his move!

He stood still, quickly forming several hand seals. His aura suddenly intensified, and golden and blue light emerged from his body. Two strangely colored swirling lights appeared on his shoulders, rotating silently in different directions, deep, eerie, and unfathomable!

With both hands forming palms, he pushed forward simultaneously, and two swirling lights flew down in front of him, merging into one, transforming into a yin-yang vortex of gold and blue. Wherever it passed, spiritual energy vanished instantly, and the wind and leaves fell silent!

Yao Han's eyes gleamed with a constant light as he kept a close eye on the enemy's attacks and movements. With a thought, the golden-blue vortex flew to the far right. The moment the three ghostly flames touched it, they vanished without a trace with a bang, leaving only a few specks of purple embers that scattered into the surrounding mountains and forests.

As the will-o'-the-wisp dissipated, the vortex remained unharmed and even grew stronger. Suddenly, it dispersed again into a golden and blue swirling light, then flew to the left and reformed. The emerald green scimitar slashed with all its might, but it was as if it had fallen into a pit and was stuck in the mud. Not only did it fail to launch an attack, but it was also unable to move. The spiritual light on the blade flickered, and its spirituality seemed to be dissipating in the process.

With a wave of his hand and a powerful jolt, Yao Han sent the curved blade flying backward in a spinning motion. Then, using the momentum of the jolt, the Yin-Yang Vortex swirled back to the two of them, firmly blocking the three ice spikes!

A piercing scream erupted from the forest, accompanied by a burst of spiritual light, a fierce wind like a knife, and swirling ice shards. Several giant trees were snapped in half!

When the two met, they seemed evenly matched at first, but it wasn't long before the outcome was clear. The three enormous ice cones gradually disintegrated and collapsed as they were worn down, growing smaller and smaller until their magic dissipated, breaking into several pieces that fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Having successfully defended against these three attacks, Yao Han stepped forward, his hand seals changing once more. The swirling light transformed into a stream, circulating around his body before finally coalescing into four dazzling golden needles, each about the length of a palm. With a whooshing whistle, they pierced through the air, moving through the forest at an unpredictable speed, heading straight for the four invading enemies!

The golden needle moved erratically and moved swiftly. The four people, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were suddenly thrown into a panic, each using their own methods to protect themselves.

Jiang Fanyu, standing behind Yao Han, was already stunned by the scene before her.