Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han exerted all his strength, using his remaining magic power to its fullest extent. Following the trail, he transformed into a stream of light and flew into a rather impressive courtyard.

Judging from the high walls and flowerbeds inside the courtyard, this family appears to be a large household in the village.

He passed through the doorway in his ethereal form and finally found the source of the magical energy fluctuation.

He was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was dressed simply, had a handsome face, but his complexion was not very good, and he was very thin.

At this moment, the young man was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, as if he were experiencing great pain.

He wasn't the only one in the room; it was quite lively.

Beneath the bed, four or five relatives knelt on either side. In the center of the crowd was an old man in a long robe with disheveled hair, holding a palm-leaf fan in his left hand and a whisk in his right, shaking his head, lighting incense and chanting scriptures, as if performing a ritual.

Yao Han didn't look at them much, but instead stared intently at the boy.

This child actually has the fluctuations of a layer of Qi!

However, he doesn't look well right now; his whole body is tense and his face is pale and bloodless.

Yao Han was quite knowledgeable in alchemy and diagnosis. Although he was not in good condition at the moment, he did not rush to seize the body. Instead, he patiently looked at the child and scanned his body with his remaining spiritual sense.

Although this child has become a cultivator, his body, which is only at the first level of Qi Refining, is no different from that of an ordinary person. It seems that he has long been afflicted with a chronic illness, and his life force is teetering on the brink of collapse. He probably won't make it through the night.

Yao Han glanced at the "fake Taoist priest" who was still pretending to be a ghost, and thought to himself, no wonder. This family must be desperate to save their son, but they have no other choice but to try anything in desperation.

This ailment may seem strange, but it's not a problem for Yao Han.

The simplest method is to directly seize the boy's body, and after rebuilding his magical power by two or three levels, the problem will naturally be solved.

What puzzled him was that this child seemed to be the only cultivator in this family, and he wondered what kind of fortuitous encounter he had had.

But he himself was in dire straits, and at this point he couldn't afford to worry about anything else.

"If I hadn't come, you probably wouldn't have made it through the night. Let me borrow your body and live another life."

Yao Han murmured.

Then, he used all his magical power to slip into the boy's body in the void, undetectable to others.

The process went very smoothly. The boy was already on the verge of death and had no power to resist the invasion of the primordial spirit. Yao Han easily took over the body and became its master.

The experience of wandering alone in the form of a primordial spirit was not pleasant. As soon as he obtained a physical body, Yao Han felt a surge of heat flowing through his limbs and bones. His body regained a familiar sense of power, and he was so excited that his hands trembled.

He briefly assessed his internal condition, then leisurely opened his eyes. A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he opened and closed them.

"She's awake! She's awake!"

"Thank God! Thank God! My Zhang family line hasn't died out!"

"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Supreme Immortal!"

Upon seeing their child wake up, the whole family wept with joy, crowding around to offer their concern and care, and not forgetting to kowtow and thank the disheveled old Taoist priest.

Yao Han glanced at them casually a few times and then stopped talking. The moment he successfully possessed the body, his mind was filled with many new things, which were probably the memories of the original owner of this body.

"It's alright, it's alright. Now that your son has recovered, I can continue my travels without worry."

The old man stroked his long beard, looking like a wise and enlightened sage, but his eyes darted around slyly.

"Please wait a moment, Immortal Master. I have no way to repay your kindness in saving my son. It is getting late, so please stay a few more days at my humble abode. I will certainly prepare a grand feast and present you with many other generous gifts!"

The head of the Zhang family was perceptive. Seeing that the old man seemed hesitant to speak, he quickly interjected, bowing deeply with utmost respect in his eyes.

"Well... alright, then I'll stay a few more days."

The old Taoist priest feigned hesitation, but finally agreed:

"However, although your son has woken up, he still needs to rest quietly in his room for several days and should not overexert himself, lest his yang energy be damaged."

"Alright, alright, I'll do whatever you say, Immortal Master!"

Yao Han silently rolled her eyes.

"Rest quietly" my foot! This old man actually put on a show.

If he hadn't happened to pass by, the child probably wouldn't have made it through the night.

To be honest, he has no right to call others old; he himself is 120 years old this year.

However, the old man's words actually made things convenient for Yao Han, as he didn't want to be disturbed at the moment.

Before long, everyone in the room left, leaving him alone sitting on the bed.

Yao Han assumed a meditative posture, his eyes slightly closed. After a full quarter of an hour, he slowly opened them as if waking from a dream.

He sorted through the memories in the original owner's mind.

The person he possessed was named Zhang Qing, the only son of the head of this household.

The Zhang family was a well-known wealthy landowner in the area, owning hundreds of acres of fertile land and being respected by everyone. As the only young master in the family, Zhang Qing was pampered and spoiled from a young age.

When Zhang Qing was five years old, a wandering Taoist priest passed through the mansion. Seeing that Zhang Qing possessed spiritual roots, the priest wanted to take him as a disciple. However, considering that Zhang Qing was too young, the priest left him only with a jade tablet containing the cultivation method, telling Zhang Qing to come back to him later.

Born into a prominent family and possessing exceptional talent, this was an incredibly fortunate start for a five-year-old child.

Unfortunately, his good fortune didn't last long. Starting the year before last, Zhang Qing contracted a strange illness that was difficult to cure and left him bedridden for a long time.

Grandpa Zhang was frantic. He tried countless methods, but none of them worked. He couldn't contact the "master" who left behind the legacy, so he had no choice but to invite this "old fortune teller" today, hoping to save his son. Unexpectedly, the fortune teller actually saved his son.

What Old Master Zhang didn't know was that if Yao Han hadn't happened to pass by, he probably would never have seen his son again.

However, none of these things matter to Yao Han.

He sat on the couch, raised his right hand, fingers pointing to the sky, and made a loose fist. Two streams of light of different colors slowly swirled in his palm, one yellow and one blue, dazzling and beautiful.

Upon seeing the two beams of light, Yao Han could no longer contain his excitement, and the corners of his mouth kept turning up in a smile.

This kid actually has dual spiritual roots, specifically metal and water spiritual roots!

No wonder that person wanted to take him as a disciple!

Spiritual root is the yardstick for judging whether a mortal can seek the Dao and ascend to immortality; it is the first threshold for cultivating truth.

However, there are differences between different spiritual roots.

Generally speaking, spiritual roots are based on the five elements. The fewer spiritual roots one has in one's body, the faster one's cultivation speed. Four or five are considered pseudo, three are considered normal, and two roots are considered superior, with one being called "Heavenly." Those with Heavenly spiritual roots are one in ten thousand, and their aptitude far surpasses that of ordinary people.

A cultivator with a Heavenly Spiritual Root is already considered exceptional, while a cultivator with a Dual Spiritual Root is already among the best. Yao Han's previous incarnation had a Pseudo-Spiritual Root, which is why his cultivation progress has always been poor.

Heaven knows how much he envied those cultivators with outstanding aptitude.

But today, he is also a cultivator with dual spiritual roots!

Just when all seemed to have reached a dead end, Yao Han couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking, "Heaven has not forsaken me!"

Although Zhang Qing was a bit thin due to years of illness, it didn't matter.

Next, he only needs to find a secluded place to cultivate diligently, and within a hundred years, he will surely be able to fully restore his cultivation!

"Come on, let me see what this cheap master has left you..."

Yao Han reached for the storage bag at his waist, but before he could examine it closely, he was abruptly interrupted.

The door slammed shut, and a servant dressed in tight-fitting clothes rushed in, panting heavily.

"Young master...quick, run! The enemy is here!"