Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

What?

Enemies?

Yao Han was so immersed in joy that she didn't think about it for a moment.

However, as a former Core Formation cultivator, he still possessed composure.

So Yao Han wasn't too flustered. With the help of the servants, she quickly tidied her clothes and ran out with him.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, a burnt smell hit his nose, making him frown.

Looking up, one could see that the courtyard, which had been perfectly peaceful just moments before, was now engulfed in flames and filled with smoke. Roars and screams, along with the clanging of clashing weapons, could be heard from all sides.

Yao Han's lips twitched.

Is this some kind of move to wipe out the Zhang family?

How come we just escaped the annihilation of our sect, and now we've been struck by it again so soon?

He rubbed his temples, trying hard to "recall" what had happened, but couldn't figure out where these enemies had come from.

It seems the Zhang family really treated their former self like a "young master," never mentioning such an important matter to him.

Seeing Yao Han standing there in a daze, the attendant became anxious. He rushed to Yao Han's side, picked him up, and protected him on the horse. Then, with a flick of the whip and a kick of the stirrup, he charged out of the side door amidst the raging flames.

A series of angry shouts came from behind, followed by a clatter of hooves. The servant, his face tense, glanced back hastily before spurring his horse and galloping wildly out of the village.

"Young master, don't be afraid! Even if it costs me my life, I will get you out of here! Master... he may not escape tonight, but he has instructed that even if no one in the family survives, as long as you are alive, there is still hope for the Zhang family to rise again!"

Yao Han huddled silently in the attendant's arms... He had nothing to say; he was utterly speechless.

I thought that after possessing a body, I could live a peaceful and quiet life of cultivation, but before I could even warm the blankets, my home was gone again!

I've just escaped one wolf's den only to fall into another. What did I do to deserve this?

But he doesn't have any other options right now.

The body he had just possessed had not yet fully adapted, and the original body only had the cultivation of the first level of Qi Refining. Even though he had countless secret techniques to escape this calamity, he was powerless to do so at this moment.

At fourteen, although he was a Qi Refining cultivator, he was still just a child with no strength to even kill a chicken. For now, he could only let this loyal servant lead him.

This is safer.

The attendant rode out of the village and into a dense forest. The pursuit behind them never stopped. The sound of hooves pounding and angry shouts echoed. Several whistling sounds came from the side. Yao Han knew that the people behind them were constantly shooting arrows at them.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, the attendant behind him let out a muffled groan, and Yao Han felt a heat on the top of his head and smelled a bloody odor.

He was hit by arrows, more than one; his internal organs were pierced, and he spat out a mouthful of hot blood onto Yao Han's forehead.

"Ahem... I'm sorry, young master... this is all I can do to protect you..." Yao Han glanced at him sideways and sighed inwardly. This young servant was indeed loyal.

He was indeed a member of the demonic path, but he was not heartless.

However, Yao Han only sighed and that was it; with his current strength, he had no way to save this person.

"Hmph... those beasts from the Li family... won't... cough... let you have your way!" The servant gritted his teeth, waved the reins, and drove another ten or so feet away.

He used a large rock to conceal himself, then lowered Yao Han from his horse, urgently instructing him:

"Young master, you hide here. I'll spur my horse and lure them away. Once we're quiet, run west! As far as you can... to Ziqiu City, to find your master!"

Yao Han nodded and hid in a narrow crevice between the rocks.

Fortunately, he was thin, otherwise he might not have been able to squeeze in.

Seeing this, the attendant smiled with relief, covered the gap with weeds and twigs, then mustered his last breath, mounted his horse, and shouted behind him:

"The Li family, your grandfather is here!"

No, isn't that just too obvious?

Yao Han rubbed his forehead.

Fortunately, the group of "Li family members" who came chasing after them weren't very bright. They yelled and chased after the direction the servants had left, without even glancing at where Yao Han was hiding.

He held his breath and waited until there was no more movement around him before clearing away what was in front of him, jumping out from the crack in the rock, choosing an inconspicuous path, and running into the distance.

Well, now I'm all alone again.

However, Yao Han did not give up. He used the moonlight to find his way, identified a direction, took a step, and did not look back.

It's nothing more than returning to a life of wandering and drifting. He's done this before, so it's nothing to Yao Han.

As for the Zhang family who had come knocking on his door, Yao Han had no intention of helping them take revenge; he was not some kind-hearted person who would readily offer kindness.

Acting impulsively has never been his style. Yao Han is used to planning before acting. Without thorough preparation and absolute strength, he would never voluntarily put himself in a dangerous situation. In his view, that would be tantamount to suicide.

Yao Han walked further and further away, her thin figure weaving through the deep, dense forest, leaving behind a trail of soft rustling sounds.

After a long while, he turned around and looked back at the way he had come. The towering flames had completely disappeared into the distance under the cover of night.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and gradually slowed down his pace.

The most important thing right now is to rebuild our magic as soon as possible and restore some of our magical power.

He doesn't need too much; even just the second or third level of Qi Refining is enough. That way, even if he encounters any unexpected situation, he will have the confidence to deal with it.

As for the next goal, whether to follow the Zhang family head's wishes to seek refuge with the master or to find another place, we will have to make a decision later.

Having made up his mind, Yao Han looked around and decided to find a place to stay for the time being.

This area is called "Guzhang".

The ancient mountain range stretches endlessly across the south of the eastern ridge. It has always been sparsely populated and is a secluded place for some unparalleled immortal cultivation sects. Yao Han's former employer, "Demon Palace," is one of them.

"The north is cold, the south is desolate, hundreds of cities in the central lands vie for one emperor, the western regions are sandy islands stretching for thousands of miles, and the eastern mountains block the tides."

This is a nursery rhyme that has been passed down for generations in the Qian Tian Continent. Although it is written in childish language, its content is recognized by most people.

According to the directions, the Qian Heaven is roughly divided into five regions: the Northern Lands, the Southern Borders, the Western Regions, the Eastern Ridges, and the Central Lands.

Besides these, there are the vast, endless open seas and countless hidden and dangerous places.

Dongling is an abbreviation; the actual name is "Dongning Domain." This place is known for its many mountains and dense forests. It is vast and has countless towering peaks. Even cultivators who can ascend to heaven and descend to the earth often spend their entire lives confined to this place.

Yao Han was the same. He was born in a remote village in a corner of Dongling, and after becoming a cultivator, he never left this place.

Actually, he originally planned to take a sinecure within the sect after advancing to the Core Formation stage, and find an excuse to seek some opportunities outside.

Unexpectedly, life is unpredictable, and his entire life was slapped back to square one by a Nascent Soul monster who appeared out of nowhere.

The purpose of "traveling" has been achieved, but the process was not quite what I had imagined.

So, what's next...?

Wait, why is it getting even darker?

Yao Han, who had been walking with her head down, suddenly noticed that the path beneath her feet had become blurry.

Although we were in a dense forest, the path wasn't actually that difficult to walk on under the moonlight.

But now things were different from before; it was pitch black all around. He stumbled and almost crashed into a rock in front of him.

No way...

Yao Han shivered and suddenly looked up.

Several meters in the air, a huge black shadow had appeared out of nowhere, completely blocking out the moonlight overhead.

Before he could react, the dark shadow rushed towards him with a whoosh. Yao Han felt a blur before his eyes and a pain in his shoulder. In an instant, his feet left the ground and he flew higher and higher!

Braving the blinding wind, Yao Han forced himself to look up—and immediately felt like cursing.

He was actually captured by a monstrous bird that had somehow gotten close to him!

Moreover, he recognized the bird:

This demon is called "Cliff Owl." It has broad wings, a completely black body, and lives in groups, having taken root in this ancient barrier mountain range year-round. At night, they leave their nests to hunt in different places, and they have a particular fondness for raw meat and blood.

Yao Han knew this so clearly because when he was still in the Foundation Establishment stage, he was assigned by the sect to exterminate the Cliff Owls.

These demonic birds are impossible to kill or eradicate in the Ancient Barrier Mountains. They also harass the mountain gate in the dead of night. Although there is a protective formation for the mountain, it is still very annoying. Therefore, the Demon Palace sends disciples to exterminate them for one month every year.

If he still possessed his magical powers, he could easily wipe out these winged beasts—even if he couldn't defeat them, he could always dodge them.

But that won't work right now!

From the moment he possessed the body to the moment he was captured by the cliff owl, only two hours had passed at most. His primordial spirit had not yet perfectly merged with his body and could not yet operate freely.

With his cultivation at the first level of Qi Refining, the remaining mana in his body was pitifully small. He even struggled to use the simplest lightness technique, let alone those destructive spells.

Even if they could use it, whether they could defeat the strange bird overhead was another matter entirely.

So he could only watch helplessly as the cliff owl carried him away into the distance.

Yao Han was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.

Is there anyone more unlucky than him in this world?

A cultivator can only possess a body once in their lifetime. If this continues, he will have to start cultivating again inside a bird's belly.

Think quickly, think quickly... Is there really no other way?

This time, Yao Han truly felt despair.

Looking at the rolling mountains rushing past beneath him, he sighed deeply once more.

What a day! It was full of ups and downs.

He had just gained a glimmer of hope, yet he had fallen into such a predicament, as if fate had played a cruel joke on him.

The images began to flash before her eyes again. Yao Han silently recalled her life, and as she thought about it, she was surprised to find that there was actually nothing worth remembering.

Without friends or a master, all these years have passed, and it seems he is always cultivating, spending more time in the meditation room than outside.

A full century has passed since he left home and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

A hundred years have passed, yet he has never returned home even once.

I wonder how my father and mother are doing... No, they should have passed away a long time ago.

Yao Han tried his best to remember what his parents looked like, but he couldn't remember them no matter what he did.

In his memory, he should have had brothers and sisters, but he couldn't recall their appearances or even their names. Everything in his hometown was so blurry and indistinct.

He had always considered himself to be as steadfast as stone, able to laugh off any hardship or toil, but at this moment, his eyes unknowingly began to well up with tears.

Ha, that's really funny.

Having cultivated for so long, I thought I was seeking the path to immortality, but I never expected that my final thought would be to go home.

He wanted to go back and take a look.

Even if it's just lighting incense at your parents' graves.

"I'm afraid we'll be reaching that beast's lair soon. Sigh, I hope there's still some... wait, huh?"

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The basic cultivation setting of this book is based on traditional cultivation novels such as Mortal's Journey to Immortality, with slight modifications.