Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han had flown forward for less than two miles when he keenly sensed a fluctuation of magical power coming from ahead.

coming!

His expression hardened, and he caused the flying sword beneath his feet to stop in mid-air, waiting patiently in place.

Suddenly, two beams of light flew out from the seemingly ordinary mountain directly in front of them.

The two long rainbows, one blue and one white, arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, transforming into two young cultivators riding on magical artifacts.

Both cultivators were men, dressed in black robes and turbans. One was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, with thick eyebrows and large eyes; the other was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, with a pale and thin face.

Upon seeing Yao Han, the two men first sized him up, then the thick-browed cultivator gave a slight bow and spoke first:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait. Any further ahead is the territory of my Myriad Manifestations Temple. The sect has decreed that no outside cultivator may trespass without permission. Please leave immediately."

Yao Han had anticipated their response, smiled slightly, and turned to bow.

"So this is indeed the Myriad Phenomena Temple. Junior brother, I thought we had come to the wrong place. This is wonderful!"

The two cultivators exchanged a surprised glance.

"What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist?"

"I am Zhang, an outer disciple of the Water Moon Palace. I have come here on the orders of my elders to discuss important matters with your sect leader. This matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly. I humbly request your assistance, senior brothers."

"So you're a fellow cultivator from the Water Moon Palace! Hahaha, what did I tell you? This fellow cultivator has an extraordinary appearance and is definitely not some rogue cultivator. Junior Brother Li, you've lost your bet again this time. Come, come, give me the spirit stones!"

The thin junior brother Li looked resentful and reluctantly took a spirit stone from his storage bag, tossing it into the hand of the person who had just spoken. As he tossed it, he sized up Yao Han.

"Shuiyue Palace is one of the six major sects of Dongling. Its members and disciples are all wealthy and noble, and they are all arrogant and haughty. How come you came here on a shabby flying sword?"

Yao Han watched their conversation with a strange expression, and when the topic turned to her, she calmly replied:

"Senior brother, you've misunderstood me. Even among the six sects, there are distinctions of closeness and distance among disciples, aren't there? I'm just an outer disciple of the palace, and I'm short of money. Please forgive my lack of funds. Moreover, my cultivation is still shallow. If I were to ride a high-level magic weapon, I would inevitably attract the covetous eyes of villains on the road, so I dare not act too ostentatiously."

"Hahaha, junior brother, your thinking is thorough. I admire you."

The thick-browed cultivator grinned broadly, wiped the spirit stone on his sleeve, and put it into his robes.

"We are disciples who protect the mountain. This mountain is quiet and secluded, and we rarely encounter fellow practitioners. There is also nothing to do for entertainment, so we are used to being idle. We just happened to see your escape light, which is why we decided to make a bet. Please don't take offense, junior brother."

"Since you have come on orders, junior brother, do you have any tokens of the sect that I would like to report to the sect leader?"

Yao Han nodded, scanned the storage bag with his divine sense, and handed over the jade token of You Tian Sanren.

The cultivator surnamed Wang solemnly accepted it and examined it for a few moments:

"Junior brother, please wait here for a moment."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother." Yao Han cupped his hands in greeting to show his understanding.

The cultivator surnamed Wang rode his magical artifact back the way he came and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Yao Han was not in a hurry and waited in the air with the cultivator surnamed Li.

He dared to claim himself to be a cultivator from the Water Moon Palace because he had come prepared.

Before leaving, he had already changed into a robe of a Shuiyue Palace disciple with a light blue brocade pattern. This was naturally a replica, but as long as he didn't run into a real Shuiyue Palace disciple, few cultivators in Binghai Kingdom, far from Daliang, could tell the difference.

Even if some cultivators could see through the trickery, his jade token from the Wandering Heaven Hermit was genuine, and there was absolutely no problem with him claiming to be a disciple of the Water Moon Palace.

His cultivation has not yet recovered, and it is not the best strategy for him to charge in alone. It is precisely because of his lack of strength that he needs to know how to leverage external forces.

To put it bluntly, it's just using a big name as a shield, making a show of force.

Regardless of whether they'll be discovered, they'll fool as many as they can to get through this hurdle. Ideally, they should also fool the elders in the temple.

If it were an ordinary rogue cultivator, these elders probably wouldn't care. But if it were a disciple of one of the six sects, even if their cultivation level was low, they would have to consider whether they had the confidence to provoke the six sects.

As long as they are too afraid to attack me, my efforts will not have been in vain.

After about half an incense stick's time, the cultivator surnamed Wang hurriedly returned, respectfully extending his arm forward:

"Junior Brother Zhang, please!"

"please."

Yao Han followed the two and flew towards the high mountain ahead.

Approaching an inconspicuous grove of trees, the cultivator surnamed Wang took out a token and slowly pressed it into the air. Suddenly, clouds of white mist rose from the grove, enveloping everything in sight.

As the thick fog dissipated, a rich spiritual energy wafted towards him, and Yao Han's spirits lifted. He couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a completely different world.

High above the sky, carved into the rocky cliffs, rugged precipices connected by a lock bridge.

On the eastern peak, a spiritual light appears and disappears, and egrets and cranes fly and cry in the clouds; on the western mountain, water vapor is abundant, and clear streams and waterfalls flow around the cliffs.

Pavilions and terraces stand tall against the mountain, their long rainbows stretching like immortals; wisps of smoke drift and clouds swirl, the peach groves ethereal and otherworldly.

Yao Han couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "What a magnificent sight!"

Although the Myriad Manifestations Temple is not strong, its internal atmosphere is comparable to that of the six major sects.

The two carried Yao Han as they flew among the peaks, passing through a peach blossom forest, and finally arrived at a central peak.

Upon arriving at this place, the two put away their magical artifacts and walked forward. Yao Han followed suit, putting his tattered flying sword into his pocket and following behind them.

After passing a sword-practice platform and climbing a few feet of bluestone steps, a magnificent hall appeared before Yao Han's eyes. The plaque above the main gate read three large characters: Council Hall!

"Junior Brother Zhang, this is all we can take you this far. Our sect leader is already waiting inside the hall. Please go in directly."

"Thank you both, senior brothers. You've gone to a lot of trouble," Yao Han said politely in return.

After watching the two leave, Yao Han took a deep breath and walked towards the main hall.

The hall was quite large. Yao Han walked for a long time after crossing the door before finally reaching the main hall. However, he could already see the figure of the head of the Wanxiang Temple from a distance.

This man had a sallow complexion and no beard. He looked to be over fifty years old. He was wearing the black and white Taoist robe of a disciple of the Wanxiang Temple. He stood in the hall under a nine-foot-long mural and was playing with the jade tablet of Youtian Sanren in his hand.

Yao Han composed himself, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Zhang Qing of Shuiyue Palace greets the Headmaster of Wanxiang Temple."

He did not use his divine sense without permission, but this sect leader must be either a Foundation Establishment cultivator or a Core Formation cultivator.

"Nephew Zhang, there's no need for such formalities. My surname is Qin; you can just call me Sect Leader Qin."

"Alas, speaking of which, I once met Fellow Daoist You Tian."

Yao Han was taken aback, then quickly replied:

"I never expected that Sect Leader Qin and my master were old friends."

"Yes, he was not only an old friend, but I also went to pay my respects when he passed away."