Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

"Huh, what's this—"

Just as he lowered his head and whispered, his gaze inadvertently fell on the two bags hanging at his waist, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

While at the Zhang family mansion, he wanted to check what valuable things the boy had, but due to a series of unexpected events, he didn't have time to do so.

There were two bags, one of which was a storage bag left by the cheap master who called himself "Wandering Hermit" to his predecessor.

As for the other one, Yao Han thought for a long time, but he just couldn't recall how the boy had obtained it.

The bag is light brown in color and looks like animal skin. A red rope is tied at the mouth of the bag. There are three yang lines on the front and three yin lines on the back, which are clearly the Qian and Kun hexagrams in the Book of Changes.

It looked ordinary, without a trace of spiritual power, and seemed no different from an ordinary cloth bag. However, when Yao Han scanned it with his divine sense, he felt a blocking force.

This discovery delighted him.

From his perspective as a Core Formation cultivator, this proved that the bag was either deliberately restricted or was a strange magic treasure!

Yao Han's mind raced, and he stopped blaming others and began to analyze the current situation.

The storage bag given by the Wandering Hermit probably didn't contain anything good. Besides the cultivation manual, it only contained the jade token used to signify one's status as a disciple of his sect. There was no need to look at it further.

But the other bag is hard to say. What's sealed inside, or is there something else going on? It's all unknown.

Since being captured by this cliff owl and taken to its lair would only lead to becoming food, it's better to use the remaining magic power and divine sense to gamble one more time!

Although this bag can hinder divine sense, based on the previous test, the blocking force is not that strong!

Worth a try!

Yao Han closed his eyes, calmed his mind, concentrated his spirit, and mobilized all his nearly exhausted spiritual energy.

After a while, she opened her beautiful eyes, a faint golden light flashing in her pupils.

"break!"

He gave a silent shout, and his ethereal divine power transformed into an invisible sharp point, piercing fiercely towards the animal skin bag.

Yao Han's judgment was confirmed. The strange seal did not hold for long. The moment his divine sense entered the bag, he felt as if he were in a vast cave.

The cave was vast and desolate, with nothing but a hazy gray mist as far as the eye could see, which made one feel depressed.

In the very center of the mist, a large patch of dazzling crystal light caught Yao Han's attention.

Spirit Stone!

It's a spirit stone!

He was so excited he almost lost his composure.

Without a second thought, he knew that the divine sense that had invaded the bag wouldn't last long and could dissipate at any moment. Like a starving fish, he plunged headlong into the pile of spirit stones.

With a flick and a probe, two spirit stones were grasped in his hand. When the divine sense returned to his mind, Yao Han, who was flying in the air, looked at the spirit stones that were faintly glowing in his palm and his face showed a look of wild joy. He even wanted to burst out laughing.

Haha, I did it! I've succeeded!

Don't underestimate these two ordinary spirit stones; with them, he now has a glimmer of hope!

And... it doesn't seem to be an ordinary spirit stone!

Yao Han stared intently at him.

These are actually two excellent pieces!

In the cultivation world of Qiantian, spirit stones are the hard currency among cultivators, an indispensable item when trading with others, just like money in the secular world.

More importantly, because it contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cultivators can draw upon it at any time to replenish their magical power.

Based on the purity of their inner spiritual energy, spirit stones are divided into only two types: inferior and superior. If used for trading, the exchange ratio is approximately one to one hundred.

Now that he has these two high-quality spirit stones, he can finally replenish the depletion of his mana, and his chances of escaping from the cliff owl's claws have increased by 50%.

Without delay, he gripped the spirit stone tightly with his fingers, and began to circulate the internal energy incantation—not the demonic art he had cultivated in his previous life, but the technique within this blue brain—

As the internal energy flowed, streams of pure spiritual power transformed into visible cyan ribbons, flowing down the arms and into the body. Using acupoints as gateways and meridians as pathways, the energy replenished the internal organs and rolled down to the dantian.

It felt as if a flame was burning fiercely below the lower abdomen, and the long-depleted meridians, like parched land, thirstily drank and transformed these streams of spiritual light into primordial power.

When he opened his eyes again, the golden light in his pupils was more dazzling than ever before.

He only used half a piece, and his internal mana was already replenished to the highest level that could be reached at the first level of Qi Refining.

…There's nothing we can do about it. He only has the first level of Qi Refining cultivation. It's like trying to fill a bottle with water. The bottle is only so big. No matter how much you fill it, the water will just flow out of the bottle opening.

We can't let him break through to the next level right now; that's unrealistic. Otherwise, he might break through to the second level and end up inside the cliff owl's belly.

However, this level of magic power is already sufficient.

Yao Han sneered and glanced sideways at the cliff owl above his head.

Judging from its size... this cliff owl should be a second-tier demon beast, which, according to the cultivator's realm, is roughly equivalent to the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining.

With a difference of four or five levels in cultivation, ordinary methods really wouldn't work against it.

But Yao Han already had a plan in mind.

He needs to wait for the right opportunity.

As the cliff owl sped along, the scenery beneath his feet kept changing. Yao Han silently observed everything around him until a long river appeared in the distance, at which point his eyes narrowed.

The river, more than ten feet wide, meanders through the valley, and under the starlight, it looks like a silver ribbon.

As the cliff owl flew to the very center of the long river, Yao Han's expression hardened, and his magical power suddenly surged!

Surrounded by spiritual light, a six-foot-long, dark bone whip appeared out of thin air before our eyes, its sharp joints shrouded in black mist, sending chills down our spines!

This was the only thing he took with him when he escaped from the sect—his natal magic weapon!

Bone-Corroding Whip!

With a five-level difference in magical power, ordinary spells really can't do anything to you.

But what about magic treasures that have reached the Core Formation stage?

Even if this Bone-Corroding Whip is broken and no longer what it used to be, even if it can only exert one-tenth of its original power, it can still blast you into nothingness!

The cliff owl overhead seemed to sense the sudden fluctuation of spiritual energy and became restless, its body twisting and turning in the air, causing Yao Han to sway from side to side, as if it wanted to throw him off.

"Trying to abandon me now? Too late!" Yao Han's face twisted in rage as he recklessly unleashed his newly recovered magical power upon the whip.

"Die, you beast!"

The black light emanating from the bone whip became even more intense, growing more than twice its original size. Its tip drooped down and then suddenly rose up, swinging in a semi-circle with a whistling sound, viciously smashing towards the cliff owl's head!

With a loud bang, the cliff owl didn't even have time to cry out before its head turned into blood and gore, scattering everywhere.

Yao Han's lips curled up in a smug smile.

He felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration from the lash, all the pent-up anger in his heart was swept away, and all the resentment that had accumulated throughout the day was released with that thud.

Amidst the crimson rain of blood, he allowed himself and the mangled corpse of the cliff owl to fall into the surging river.