Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

"Achoo!"

Yao Han sneezed on the boat of impermanence.

Why am I sneezing again...? The last time I caught a cold was many years ago.

He composed himself, stood on the boat, and looked back.

Under the moonlight, the vast city of Ziqiu gradually faded from view. That glimmer of light, like a candle flame in the long night, could be easily dissipated by the wind.

Reflecting on the events of the past few days, Yao Han felt a pang of emotion. This small Ziqiu was like a walled city, with some people wanting to come and others wanting to leave.

Although Zhou Yunli was somewhat reckless this week, what he said just now made Yao Han feel a sense of respect.

For a person or for a reason, to disregard everything, even at the cost of one's life—this kind of obsession is something Yao Han feels she has never experienced before, no, she has never experienced before.

The road ahead is long, and I wonder when I will meet someone for whom I would be willing to go through fire and water?

Forget it, I'll wait until I can establish myself in this cultivation world before considering these things.

Yao Han sighed, then thought of something else.

His earlier remark of "see you again if fate allows" was not just a polite remark, but rather a deliberate one.

Because Yao Han had specifically left two divine imprints on the two of them.

He wasn't planning on doing anything bad; he was simply interested in the cave where the "blue blood flower" grew.

If given the chance, perhaps I could find Zhou Yunli again and have him take me to explore the place.

After all, this kind of herb is quite rare. If we can find a few more plants or dig up their roots to plant ourselves, we won't have to worry about Xiao Yuan's advancement in the future.

Unfortunately, he simply doesn't have time right now; he can only deal with the immediate trouble before thinking about anything else.

Inside the spirit beast bracelet, Xiao Yuan swallowed the blue blood flower and then remained still.

Yao Han was very familiar with this reaction. It wasn't that it was asleep, but rather that the Blue Blood Flower's medicinal power was too strong, and Xiao Yuan needed time to refine it.

Presumably, once it is successfully refined, even if it does not reach the second tier, it will at least be at the level of a peak first-tier spirit beast.

Let's keep going.

Yao Han sat upright with her eyes closed, maintaining her internal magical power at its best.

……

Traveling day and night without stopping, Yao Han shortened the journey that originally took five days to four.

He has now entered the territory of the Kingdom of Binghai.

Under a clear sky and with a gentle breeze, the rolling green hills are a sight to behold, invigorating the spirit.

Upon arriving at this place, we were almost out of the ancient barrier mountain range. Although it was still mountainous, the terrain was no longer as rugged as in the Jing Kingdom. The dense forests had turned into large tracts of woodland, nestled among the hills.

Moreover, settlements of ordinary people became more common, with a small village appearing almost every few miles, a scene quite different from that of the Jing Kingdom.

It is said that going east from Binghai Kingdom and passing through several dangerous places leads to the legendary vast and boundless Huanmo Sea, which Yao Han has never been to.

He stopped frequently in small villages and towns, searching for maps and inquiring about information along the way. After three days, he finally found the location of Wanxiang Temple.

Such a fast speed was all thanks to the Impermanent Boat we bought from Old Man Qian; otherwise, the journey would have taken much longer.

He was sitting by the window of a tavern, looking towards the hills in the distance, where the Wanxiang Temple was said to be located.

Yao Han sat at the table, drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, and played with the teacup while silently pondering.

A moment later, the waiter, waving a white cloth in his hand, hurried over and bowed to him.

"Sir, what would you like to eat? I'm not bragging, but in the entire town of Renxin, you won't find a tavern with better cooking than ours!"

"Just put up any of your local signs—hey, what are these people worshipping?"

The waiter looked outside in the direction Yao Han was pointing:

"Oh, sir, you must be from out of town. It's normal that you don't know. That two-zhang-high boulder in the middle of the town is the statue of the 'White Deer Master'."

"It is said that three hundred years ago, our town suffered a beast plague. It was thanks to the intervention of the White Deer Immortal that the entire town was saved. Since then, the townspeople have erected this stone statue in the likeness of this deity, worshipping it daily to express their gratitude. Now, this has become a custom in our town. Whether it's a festival or any major or minor event, we must first pay our respects to this deity and pray for blessings before we can feel at peace."

"And there are rumors that after that, this immortal never left, but stayed in the nearby mountains and even established some kind of sect. Although these are just rumors, people in the town do say from time to time that they have seen an immortal descend to earth and received blessings from him..."

The waiter was so eloquent that it saved him a lot of trouble.

So that's how it is. It seems this place is indeed the Temple of Myriad Phenomena.

Yao Han had also heard of this Master Bailu.

This person is the Supreme Elder of the Myriad Manifestations Temple, the only Nascent Soul cultivator in the temple, and he is nearly a thousand years old with little time left to live.

Yao Han didn't remember the specific name clearly. His impression of this person mostly came from the oral accounts of his former fellow practitioners. It was said that he was an ascetic who never liked to show off, so few people knew about his main cultivation method.

Under his leadership, the Myriad Manifestations Temple has always remained aloof from worldly affairs. No matter what happens in the cultivation world, it has always maintained a neutral attitude, belonging to the conservative faction within the righteous path.

Therefore, Yao Han was also puzzled as to how this sect was related to Nianxuan Sect, one of the six sects.

Recalling the battle that day, it seemed that True Immortal Tianying had firmly identified Xu Yuan as a treacherous villain and did not allow him to argue at all. There must be some inside story that he did not know.

Yao Han gave the waiter some loose change, and after he left, he went back to his own thoughts.

According to the residents of this town, the Wanxiang Temple has a simple and honest atmosphere, and its disciples often go down the mountain to do good deeds, which is good news.

However, one should always be wary of others, so he decided to observe carefully before making the visit.

It would be even better if I could befriend one of his disciples... Unfortunately, such an opportunity is rare and hard to come by.

In the world of cultivation, cultivators who belong to a sect rarely walk in the mortal world, let alone frequently interact with ordinary people.

While Yao Han was pondering, the waiter had already brought out one delicious dish after another.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

……

After a satisfying meal, Yao Han casually found an inn to rest for the time being.

For several days in a row, they did not encounter anyone who looked like a disciple, or even a single cultivator, as if the sect did not exist in the mountains at all.

Since there's a statue of the White Deer Immortal here, I shouldn't have come to the wrong place.

Could it be that I'm just unlucky? It seems like the Wanxiang Temple is closed to the public.

The sudden disappearance of an elder with the cultivation level of a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator could lead to the closure of the mountain, which seems plausible.

With less than half a month left until the agreed time, Yao Han decided not to wait any longer.

The next morning, he changed into a Taoist robe that had been prepared for him at the inn, and then summoned a very ordinary flying sword, which transformed into a beam of light and flew towards the mountains north of Renxin Town.