Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

A flash of inspiration, and Master Bailu quietly departed.

Qin Zeyan put away the soundproof cover, composed himself, and looked into the hall.

Seeing this, Yao Han got up from the ground, about to take his leave, but was interrupted by the other party:

"Junior Nephew Zhang, don't rush off. As the successor of Fellow Daoist You Tian, ​​you are also considered half my disciple. The Ancestor has ordered that you go to Wanxiang Cliff to meditate for three days, as a way for our sect to repay you for your hard work. However, whether you will gain anything depends on your comprehension."

Yao Han's ears perked up.

Wanxiang Cliff?

This was the first time he had ever heard of this place.

Judging from the name, it seems to have a great connection with this Myriad Phenomena Temple. Could it be a secret realm of this temple?

Since such an opportunity had presented itself, he naturally didn't want to miss it, so he nodded slightly and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Senior Uncle Qin. Actually, there's something else..."

"What's wrong?"

"My surname is not Zhang, but Yao, and my given name is Han."

"..."

Qin Zeyan was taken aback, then smiled and shook his head:

"For someone of your age like Junior Nephew Yao to be so cautious is truly ashamed of me. It's alright, it's nothing serious."

He rubbed his fingers together, and a communication talisman appeared at his fingertips. He moved his lips slightly, inscribed a few words on the talisman, and then waved his hand and threw it out.

"Nephew Yao, please stay in this hall for a while. In a little while, one of my disciples will come to fetch you to Wanxiang Cliff. Whether you will gain anything there will depend on your fate. I have some other matters to attend to, so I will not accompany you here. If you have no other important business in three days, you may leave on your own."

"Understood. I will never forget the kindness of Senior Uncle Qin."

Qin Zeyan waved his hand and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

The spacious hall was now empty except for Yao Han, and it suddenly became much quieter.

Recalling what had just happened, Yao Han was filled with emotion.

It turns out that the cultivation world isn't all about deceit and treachery; even those from different sects don't necessarily need to scheme against each other.

Just like this Wanxiang Temple, although it was not well-known in Dongling, the atmosphere inside the temple made him feel good.

Loyalty, openness, mutual support, and weathering storms together – isn't this the kind of sect life he dreamed of when he was young and naive?

If it weren't for the legacy of the Wandering Hermit, he would have really wanted to accept the White Deer Master's invitation to become his disciple and stay in the temple; that would have been a good choice.

However, Yao Han also had his own thoughts. He noticed a few details in Qin Zeyan's words.

His deceased, albeit inexpensive, master seemed to have a penchant for taking on disciples indiscriminately during his lifetime. Therefore, even after his death, there should still be quite a few "disciples" bringing jade tokens to formally become his disciples. He was not the only one.

Since that's the case, he can still go to the Water Moon Palace. With his current talent of having two spiritual roots, he won't have to worry about not finding another good master.

Although the Myriad Manifestations Temple is good, it can't compare to the Six Sects. Judging from what they just said, this White Deer Master has taken in quite a few disciples. Rather than being a phoenix tail among a group of personal disciples, it would be better to go to the Water Moon Palace as a chicken head, where you can get more cultivation resources.

With his plans in mind, Yao Han felt much more at ease.

However, what made him happiest was—

That damned restriction is finally lifted!

Next, after leaving the Myriad Phenomena Temple, you can continue your previous journey.

First, turn back along the same route, then set off from Ziqiu City. Instead of heading north to Daliang, head west to Yu Kingdom.

Yu Kingdom is an inconspicuous small country in Dongling, sandwiched between major powers. The reason it has not been annexed is because of its treacherous terrain and barren land, with no resources worth fighting for.

Yao Han's hometown is a remote village in the mountains of Chizhou, Yu State, called Hegu Village or Yao Family Village.

He remembered that he needed to go back to his hometown first.

I wonder what the house is like now...

As Yao Han was reminiscing about the past, a pink streak of light, accompanied by the clear sound of silver bells, flew in from outside the palace gate and landed in front of him in the blink of an eye, transforming into a pretty young girl.

The girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She had her hair tied in two flat buns, a silver sword and a string of bells hanging at her waist. She wore a white shirt and pink jacket, had a goose-like face and silkworm-like eyebrows, and her bright eyes were fixed on Yao Han.

A quick scan with his divine sense revealed that the girl was actually a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He calmly got up:

"Junior Yao Han greets Senior Sister."

"You must be the Junior Brother Yao from the Water Moon Palace that Master mentioned?"

The girl spoke, her voice as crisp as the silver bells on her waist.

"It's alright, don't be so reserved, just make yourself at home. My name is Chu Ge, you can call me Senior Sister Chu. Master said he wants me to take you to Wanxiang Cliff, shall we go now?"

"it is good."

Yao Han smiled; the temperaments of the Wanxiang Temple disciples were truly of the same ilk.

I wonder what the Water Moon Palace will be like?

Chu Ge made a hand seal and flew away on a pink silk carpet. Seeing this, Yao Han summoned his flying sword, took a step forward, and followed closely behind.

Seeing that Yao Han was flying too slowly, Chu Ge grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto his magical artifact.

"Junior brother's cultivation is still shallow, please forgive him, senior sister."

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

Chu Ge waved his hand.

The two swiftly traversed the mountain peaks, under a clear blue sky with white clouds, amidst towering mountains and abundant sacred trees.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, and Yao Han felt refreshed and relaxed. He was in a great mood and couldn't help but look at the scenery of Guanzhong Mountain for a while. When he turned his head, he found that Senior Sister Chu was still looking at him curiously.

Yao Han joked:

"Is there something on my face that my senior sister is so concerned about?"

Chu Ge listened, not embarrassed or annoyed, but simply responded with a smile:

"Junior Brother Yao, you may not know this, but the Myriad Elephant Cliff is a sacred place within our sect. Even within the sect, only inner disciples or those directly instructed are qualified to study it; it has always been a closely guarded secret. It seems you are the first outsider to be able to enter the cliff!"

"Oh? I see."

Yao Han's eyes flashed.

"This cliff shares the same name as your esteemed temple, which speaks volumes about its importance. Senior Sister is a highly accomplished disciple of Sect Leader Qin, so she must have already studied it. I wonder what kind of place this is, and whether there are any dangers?"

"Hmm, there's no danger. Since Master has given instructions, it shouldn't hurt to tell you. According to the sect's records, the first patriarch of my Wanxiang Temple attained enlightenment in front of this cliff and used it as the foundation to establish Wanxiang Temple."

"Wasn't the first patriarch the White Deer Master?"

Chu Ge shook his head:

"No, in terms of seniority, it should be the ancestor's... um, let me think... Master... Master!"

The history of Wanxiang Temple is quite long...

"Junior Brother Yao, do you know about the great war between humans and demons in ancient times?"

"I've read some of these stories before, but most of them were just folk tales. Could this Myriad Elephant Cliff be related to the war between humans and demons? If so, wouldn't that be a tradition that's been passed down for 100,000 years?"

As the ancient sages said, the immortals of antiquity created heaven and earth, the great beings of antiquity created laws and spread the Dao, and in recent times, groups of cultivators established sects and schools, which continues to this day.

Ancient times, prehistoric times, and recent times—this is a widely circulated and simple division of history within the cultivation world of Qiantian.

However, this classification is too general; it is more like mythology than history.

Because many things cannot be verified, and even the time boundaries are very vague, they are simply described as "millions of years ago" or "hundreds of thousands of years ago".

The so-called recent ancient period is about 10,000 years ago. There are quite a few records of this period of history. For example, the Shuiyue Palace, which is said to have a profound history, was said to have stood in the Dongling Mountains 10,000 years ago.

As for the so-called "war between humans and demons" in ancient times 100,000 years ago, apart from being seen in vernacular novels, there is no historical material that can be verified.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."