Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han glanced at him coldly.

There were five people in total, four men and one woman. The leader and the woman were at the fourth level of Qi Refining, while the other three were at the third level of Qi Refining.

"Don't try to bluff your way out of this. I just saw you putting pills into your mouth. You'd better confess and I'll treat you leniently. If you resist, you'll be punished..."

"Yes."

"Resist and you'll be punished severely. We're from the Xuanmen sect... What did you say?"

The man with the pointed beak who was in the lead paused for a moment.

I said yes.

"You actually dare to admit it? What else is there to say? Guards, seize him!"

"Wait a minute." Yao Han raised his hand:

"I did take two bottles of pills just now, but it was out of necessity. You all witnessed the battle between those two seniors; such power is beyond the reach of ordinary people. I only borrowed your sect's spirit stones to heal my injuries. Since my senior brothers discovered this, I am willing to pay the spirit stones to buy these pills. What do you say?"

As he spoke, Yao Han threw several spirit stones, which he had used to the point of being worthless, at the man.

The sharp-beaked cultivator took the spirit stone, examined it, his eyes darted around three times, and he squinted at Yao Han, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes:

"What, you think you can get rid of us with this little bit of spirit stones?"

Yao Han frowned, took out the two bottles of pills he had just taken, and floated them in his palm:

"A bottle of Qi-replenishing pills, half a bottle of Vitality-enhancing pills, and ten spirit stones should be more than enough."

After all, he had taken the pills first, and this place was Nianxuan Sect territory. Yao Han didn't want to cause any more trouble and just wanted to send these people away with spirit stones as soon as possible.

But this sharp-beaked monk had his eye on him:

"You can't just say how many you want. What if you took a few extra bottles? No way, hand over your storage bag so we can check it carefully!"

Yao Han almost took out the Burning Shadow Whip and lashed him with it.

But since he was in the wrong, it wasn't easy for him to lash out.

Forget it, they're just a bunch of juniors, I won't bother with them.

Yao Han casually tossed the storage bag over, and this time it was a fat cultivator next to the sharp-mouthed cultivator who caught it.

The fat man took the bag, scanned it with his divine sense a few times, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face:

"B-Big brother, this bag is empty."

Several people looked at each other.

"Alright, now you can let Zhang leave."

Yao Han showed a hint of impatience. He was preoccupied with dealing with the restriction and had no time to waste on these juniors.

As for the magical artifacts and miscellaneous items in the storage bag, he naturally put them into the Qiankun bag in his bosom.

This thing is not particularly clever; anyone who examines it would only think it's an ordinary leather bag.

"How is this possible? Let me see!" The sharp-mouthed cultivator snatched the storage bag in his hand and scanned it repeatedly with his divine sense, only to get the same result as the fat cultivator, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Yao Han fell silent, and with a swift movement of his magic, he tried to retrieve his storage bag, but the sharp-beaked cultivator firmly grasped it in his hand.

"No, you still can't leave!"

"Senior Brother Li, since the other party has already paid the spirit stones, let's not cause any trouble."

The one who spoke was the woman. Yao Han looked closely and saw that the girl was quite pretty, with a delicate face, almond-shaped eyes, red lips and white teeth. She had a jade hairpin hanging down the back of her head, and seemed to come from a noble family. He wondered why she was associating with this group of rough and uncouth people.

"Junior Sister Xun, you don't need to worry about this. Just leave it to me."

The sharp-tongued monk surnamed Li said a few words to the woman, seemingly embarrassed, as if afraid of losing face in front of her:

"We are here to maintain order under the orders of the Supreme Ancestor. We now suspect that you are also a spy for the demonic path, and you must come with us!"

Yao Han glanced at the sky and saw a grayish-white streak of light that had almost disappeared. It seemed that True Immortal Tianying had already left.

Seeing this, he waved his hand over his mouth, using a sound amplification technique:

"You, Nianxuan Sect, are so arrogant! You've given me spirit stones, checked my storage bag, what more do you want to do to me? The dignified Six Sects of Dongling, your disciples are bullying rogue cultivators for a few spirit stones! What about the dignity of your sect? What about the prestige of the Six Sects? Is this how the Nianxuan Sect's Enforcement Hall maintains order?"

As the sound waves dissipated, many cultivators nearby turned to look, their gazes focusing on the cultivator surnamed Li.

"What, they want to check my storage bag too?"

"These disciples of the upper sects are becoming increasingly lawless!"

"Which peak does this person belong to...?"

This man surnamed Li clearly hadn't expected Yao Han to pull this stunt, and suddenly became the target of everyone's criticism, turning red-faced and at a loss for what to do.

"You...you...you...don't spout such nonsense! You lot, seize him!"

Yao Han smiled faintly, showing no fear whatsoever.

Kid, you're still too young.

We've been waiting for you to make the first move.

The female cultivator surnamed Xun did not make a move, but the other three rushed forward at their "elder brother's" command.

Led by the fat cultivator, they moved and surrounded Yao Han from three directions.

These three people were using the same sword-shaped magical artifact. Judging from the magical energy fluctuations they emitted, it should be a standard magical artifact issued to disciples by the Nianxuan Sect, and they were all low-level.

They held their swords across their chests and immediately began casting spells, causing various colors of light to flicker in the ruins.

"Hey, take this 'Wooden Qi Spike'!"

"Water Ripple Slash—"

"Go to hell!"

The three men simultaneously brandished their longswords, one slashing with his leg, another thrusting into his chest, and the third beheading. Their coordinated movements and complementary strengths created a formidable spectacle.

If it were an ordinary low-level Qi Refining cultivator, it would be difficult to escape unscathed from such a pincer attack.

Unfortunately, they met Yao Han.

He didn't even use his divine sense; he simply focused his mind and scanned his body.

There are too many flaws.

Yao Han first ducked to avoid the decapitating blow, then twisted his waist to sideways and brushed past the sword light coming from the front.

With lightning speed, he grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him, stood firmly on his feet, used his waist and legs as the axis, and used his shoulders and hands to exert force, taking advantage of the person's forward momentum, he grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground!

This person rushed forward too fast and couldn't stop in time. Under Yao Han's influence, he ended up plunging headfirst into his companion.

The two were terrified when they suddenly realized that the sword's point of attack had turned from their enemy into their ally. In their haste to stop, they could only tilt their flying swords to the side, and then crash into each other, falling to the ground with a deafening roar.

The fat man was quite skilled. Seeing that his attempt to behead Yao Han had failed, he moved his lips and made a hand seal, conjuring a water ball the size of a human head out of thin air, which he was about to smash towards Yao Han.

"You little thief, take my water bullet—ouch!"

Unexpectedly, before the water bomb could even take shape, Yao Han kicked out and sent a piece of gravel flying into his face with a loud thud.

The fat man winced in pain, clutched his face, and staggered back. The water bullet that had failed to coalesce instantly dissipated, turning into countless water droplets that shattered in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yao Han crouched down, gathered his strength, and leaped forward. In the blink of an eye, he was behind the fat man, raising one palm into the shape of a knife, and slashing fiercely at the back of his neck.

"Bang!"

The fat cultivator's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Yao Han clapped her hands lightly and shook her head:

"Remember next time, when you're fighting, don't shout out the names of your moves."