Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Yao Han changed into a simple cloth outfit, stood at the bow of the boat, and waved goodbye to Jiang Xiaolu's family.

In the end, Old Man Jiang couldn't persuade his granddaughter to stay in the village, and Jiang Xiaolu stayed.

So Yao Han returned the box the old man had given him.

For him, none of this was a big deal.

Xiao Lu didn't want to leave, and he couldn't just kidnap her.

Furthermore, having grown accustomed to the leisurely life in the village, city life might not be suitable for her.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and it's not advisable to force things. Many things are best left to their own devices.

Of course, he didn't just walk away like that; he left some things behind.

In his spare time from practicing martial arts, he secretly used his magic to detoxify Old Man Jiang and clear his meridians. After the treatment, the old man could live for another twenty or thirty years without any problem.

At the same time, he didn't use much of the gold and silver valuables in his storage bag, so he left half of them for the poor grandfather and grandson.

Jiangjia Village is a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, a perfect place to live a healthy life. Now that he has gotten rid of the monkey problem, he can live a peaceful and comfortable life here, which may not be a bad thing.

I just don't know when I'll be back here again.

With the crew's shouts, the cotton-carrying merchant ship slowly left the shore and headed towards the distant mountain valley.

The familiar village gradually disappeared behind us, replaced by endless mountains and peaks.

The water and sky blend into one, the peaks and clouds meet, the sky is clear for thousands of miles, and the blue water meanders.

Yao Han stood at the bow of the boat, closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze, weighing the gains and losses of the past few days in his mind.

The secrets of the Qiankun Bag, more than a hundred spirit stones, crystals and armor obtained from the giant ape, and the newly acquired spirit pet Xiao Yuan, which was currently huddled listlessly in his sleeve, seemed to be still not quite used to the hot climate of Dongling.

Of course, there was also the enlightenment he gained when he came out of that cave, which was crucial to his subsequent cultivation.

The immortal who suddenly appeared in the forest that night was, of course, him in disguise.

Since it's inconvenient to say it outright, playing the ghosts and spirits wouldn't hurt. After all, he wasn't asking the villagers for anything in return; he just wanted to dissuade Old Man Jiang from his suicidal thoughts and let him live a few more days in peace.

The reason he ultimately chose the name "Youtian Sanren" was that he hadn't decided on a name yet, so he just borrowed one.

Since it's a good deed, I imagine the real Wandering Hermit wouldn't blame me if he found out.

As for the fourth son of the Jiang family saying he wanted to build a shrine and erect a monument for himself, Yao Han didn't take it to heart at all. Let them erect it if they want; after all, it's not his name that's on it.

On the contrary, it was Xiao Lu's words on the roof that night that left a deep impression on Yao Han, even though they came out casually.

"We worship the gods every day, but we never see them. No one worships the monkeys, but they appear every year."

This heaven is so vast, how many mortals, like the villagers of the Jiang family, suffer this undeserved torment?

Yao Han sighed briefly, then put his mind at ease.

He's not some saint, so thinking about these things now is pointless.

Even those high and mighty Nascent Soul cultivators might not care about these things, so what can a mere Qi Refining cultivator like him do?

Without real ability, talking about doing good deeds and accumulating virtue is all nonsense.

Yao Han turned around and walked into the cabin.

When Jiang Laohan told him that the ship that came was a merchant ship transporting cotton, he thought it was a small fishing boat. He was quite surprised to find that it was seven or eight zhang long.

Only after asking did I learn that this was a cargo ship belonging to the Ning family of Fancheng, carrying not only cotton, but also most of its hold of gold, silver and cloth—the young master of the Ning family of Fancheng was about to marry the young lady of the Song family of Ziqiu, and these were all the betrothal gifts prepared by the Ning family.

Yao Han has never been particularly interested in or concerned with these mundane worldly affairs, such as weddings and funerals. What he cares about is that since such a large ship has arrived, there must be empty rooms in the cabin.

So he spent some money to rent a quiet room on the ship and settled down temporarily.

He closed the door and installed a soundproof barrier, then sat down inside.

Yao Han didn't rush to cultivate. He put the half-full basin of cool water he had brought from outside on the ground and let Xiao Yuan crawl into it. The little guy then became much more energetic.

He nodded, sat up on the bed, calmed his mind, and quietly began to circulate his internal energy.

His current cultivation level is the third level of Qi Refining.

That's right, in the past half month, his cultivation level has taken another step forward.

The Qi Refining Realm is divided into nine levels, each corresponding to one of the nine orifices of the human body: the three dantian, the three gates, and the three apertures.

The Three Fields refer to the lower, middle, and upper Dantian. After being developed, they are used to store spiritual energy and are the foundation of a cultivator.

The three gates refer to the coccyx gate, the spine gate, and the jade pillow gate. Starting from the fourth level, one needs to guide the spiritual energy in the dantian to cleanse the body. The cultivator's physical body begins to gradually transform, and the physique alone can surpass that of ordinary people.

The three orifices refer to the Yin orifice, Yang orifice, and the central palace, which correspond to the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of cultivation. Upon reaching this stage, one needs to condense one's spiritual consciousness and expand one's sea of ​​consciousness to lay the foundation for future foundation building.

Of course, this is just a general classification method in the cultivation world. The specific cultivation will vary from person to person, because everyone's physique and cultivation methods are different, so it cannot be generalized.

But the so-called "three flowers gathering at the top," "five energies returning to the origin," "refining essence into energy," "gathering energy and condensing spirit," and so on, are all nothing more than this.

At this moment, faint golden spiritual light continuously swirled around him, shimmering and radiant like precious gems.

He held two spirit stones in his hands, circulating his cultivation technique to continuously absorb the spiritual energy within the stones into his meridians, integrating it into his origin, consolidating his cultivation, and enhancing his magical power.

Yao Han estimated that with his current aptitude and the supply of so many high-quality spirit stones, maintaining this pace and advancing all the way to the sixth level of Qi Refining would not be a problem.

However, once you reach the sixth level of Qi Refining, spirit stones alone may not be enough; you'll need some elixirs to help.

His purpose in traveling to Ziqiu City was to find some suitable pills for himself. If he had the opportunity, he would like to purchase some magical artifacts and, ideally, a pill-making furnace.

Once everything is ready, I'll find a secluded place to go into seclusion and cultivate until my cultivation reaches the eighth or ninth level before making any further plans.

There was no other way. Shuiyue Palace was located in Liang Kingdom, north of Jing Kingdom, and he didn't know its exact location. He also didn't know how long the journey would take. Traveling alone in the Liaodong Mountains was too dangerous.

You can't just pull out spirit stones from your pocket and throw them away every time you encounter danger. No matter how good your Qiankun bag is, it can only produce one spirit stone a day, which is not enough to withstand such waste.

Time flies when you're cultivating yourself; another five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yao Han was still immersed in his cultivation when he suddenly felt the floor beneath him vibrate slightly.

Is the ship about to stop?

With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the spirit stone into his storage bag.

Yao Han finished his practice, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and was about to get up when suddenly his legs went weak and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ouch!"

Yao Han couldn't hold back any longer and cried out in pain.

Then, a sudden feeling of hunger made him see stars, and his stomach cramped with pain.

I... I actually forgot to eat...

When cultivators reach a certain level, they no longer need to eat like ordinary people; they only need to replenish the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to make up for their daily deficit.

These days, he's gotten used to living in Jiangjia Village, where he's been served fish soup and mushrooms every day. Although there aren't many fancy dishes, his stomach is always full.

As a result, he forgot that he was now a Qi Refining cultivator.

Before reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, cultivators cannot freely practice abstinence from grains unless they have abstinence pills.

Yao Han almost laughed out of anger.

He was, after all, a cultivator who had reached the Core Formation stage. If he were to lose his composure and starve to death, wouldn't his fellow cultivators laugh their heads off?

They even forgot to bring their own dry rations when they left Jiangjia Village...

What the hell am I thinking?!

This brain of mine is beyond repair; I might as well just smash my head against it and die.

Yao Han sighed deeply, struggled to sit up from the floor, and gazed wistfully at the small pool in the basin.