Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han dared not be careless. Seizing the opportunity, he raised his long whip!

Amidst the flashing golden light, the whip suddenly grew several feet longer, spun around a few times, and hooked onto a tree branch above their heads.

With a light leap, Wang Mazi missed his target and crashed into the tree with a loud thud. As wood chips flew and the tree swayed precariously, it fell to the other side.

Yao Han leaped into the air using tree branches, and while Wang Mazi was disoriented, he used the Burning Bone Whip to bind Wang Mazi's body firmly, fixing him in place.

The latter tried to break free, its body twisting and contorting as it glared angrily at Yao Han in mid-air.

"She's quite strong, but it's too late!"

Yao Han's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He held a whip in his left hand and raised his right hand high, where a giant axe appeared. The axe blade was silvery and reflected a chilling white light.

"What?! You actually possess such a magical artifact—"

Wang Mazi's eyes widened in fear as he desperately tried to break free from the whip's restraints.

But he was too late.

"go!"

With a sharp shout, the Moon Shattering Axe fell from the sky like a bolt of lightning, striking down on his head.

Before Wang Mazi could even utter a sound, he was reduced to a cloud of blood mist by the lightning-fast force.

"Big brother—!!"

On the other side, the cultivator surnamed Li let out a wail.

With a whip in his left hand and an axe in his right, Yao Han stood before Wang Mazi's corpse. He thought that this man surnamed Li was coming to save him, but instead, he saw the man throw out a few more fireball talismans, chase Xiao Yuan away, and then run away without looking back.

Yao Han shook his head, waved his hand to put away the Shattered Moon Axe and the large sword that exuded yin energy, kicked the sand and mud mixed with blood on the ground forward, and used the Corpse-Borrowing Step to instantly close the distance with the man surnamed Li.

This cultivator surnamed Li had lost his will to fight and was naturally not worth mentioning. With Xiao Yuan assisting him from the side, he soon fell under the Burning Shadow Whip.

With a flash of white light, Xiao Yuan retrieved the two men's storage bags and wrapped them around Yao Han's neck.

"Well done."

Yao Han reached out and touched Xiao Yuan's head with her fingertips.

Half a month ago, it had already finished refining that blue blood flower. Now it is a second-tier spirit beast and a great help to Yao Han. It has no problem dealing with cultivators below the fifth level of Qi Refining.

If Yao Han's cultivation level were to recover further, he would actually have a few spells specifically designed to control spirit snakes, and it wouldn't be a problem to raise Xiao Yuan's strength by one level before battle.

"Come on, let me see what these two have on them."

Yao Han probed the two storage bags with his divine sense and placed the items inside on the ground one by one.

Nine magical artifacts, seven of which are of low quality, one of medium quality, and one of high quality. The high-quality one is the Yin-cold broadsword that Wang Mazi used earlier.

The thirteen bottles of pills were mostly used for healing, with only one bottle containing the "Yellow Dragon Pill," which could help Qi Refining cultivators improve their cultivation. The bottle was only half full.

There were also more than twenty spirit stones, two half-crippled puppets, more than ten talismans, and a pile of miscellaneous cultivation manuals.

"With so much stuff, these two must have harmed countless people. They deserved to die."

Yao Han's eyes turned cold, and he made a hand seal, sending two fireballs shooting in different directions to clean up the two corpses.

Then he swept his hand across the clutter on the ground, and everything went into his storage bag.

He was walking along peacefully when these two men inexplicably stopped him and tried to kill him to steal his treasure.

Well, there's nothing he can do. Since these two are courting death, he has no choice but to grant their wish.

Are doing good deeds and killing contradictory? Yao Han certainly doesn't think so.

If he shows mercy, then his magical artifacts will end up in the pockets of these two.

However, the battle of wits just now reminded Yao Han of something.

His current methods are still too limited.

When crossing borders to kill enemies, we still rely on these top-tier magical artifacts. However, magical artifacts are always subject to counters. If we don't make multiple preparations, we may suffer a great loss in the future.

"I can draw a couple of talismans, but only a few commonly used ones. I've never really studied them specifically."

As he teased Xiao Yuan, he left the woods. With a thought, a broken puppet and a book on puppet making appeared in his hand.

"This puppetry technique is quite interesting. I'll take a look at it when I have nothing else to do."

Yao Han sighed. He had never learned any of these things back in the Demon Palace.

Nobody taught him!

At that time, he didn't even have a master. As for the elders in the sect, they were already extremely grateful if they didn't throw him into the blood pool.

In other words, even in orthodox sects like the Wanxiang Temple, senior members would occasionally offer guidance to junior members.

He now hopes that the atmosphere inside the Water Moon Palace can be as good as that of the Myriad Phenomena Temple, so that he can calm down and concentrate on his cultivation.

Yao Han walked out of the forest, and with the help of the sunlight, he read the "Puppet Making Manual" in his hand as he walked. Xiao Yuan yawned on his shoulder, glanced at the sun in the sky, and then retreated back into the spirit beast bracelet.

He has now crossed the border of the Kingdom of Binghai.

After crossing White Tiger Mountain and passing through several small towns, another half month passed before the familiar city came into view, and Yao Han returned to Ziqiu.

He didn't linger long, but spent two days drinking with Old Man Qian and bought some talismans and materials for crafting puppets in the black market before setting off again.

To return to Yu Kingdom, he needed to travel west through the territory of Jing Kingdom. This area was deserted and he could not continue cultivating the Dragon Qi Prosperity Technique. He simply traveled on the Impermanent Boat, keeping his head down.

When the familiar valley finally came into view, a ripple of emotion stirred within Yao Han.

After walking for so long and going around in circles, he finally got home.

He left home at the age of twenty, and this year he is 126 years old.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred years have passed.

Yao Han disembarked from the flying boat and landed in a clearing in the forest. Following his memory, he slowly walked towards the dilapidated village ahead.

After passing through a barren field and stepping onto a small bridge, as more and more familiar things appeared before my eyes, long-forgotten memories gradually awakened from the depths of my heart.

People and events that I thought I had long forgotten suddenly resurfaced in my mind.

He remembered everything.

"Da Niu, Er Gou, Zhan Nian..."

These are the names of his childhood playmates. He still remembers catching fish barefoot in the river and running around on the hills and fields when he was a child, running until the sun went down before his family reluctantly called him home.

He remembered that he had an older brother who was two years older than him, and a younger brother and a younger sister. Including himself and his parents, there were six people in his family. Although they lived a simple life, they were peaceful and happy.

He recalled that when he was twenty, his parents had been looking for a wife for him—a daughter from a family in the next village. That family also farmed, and they weren't wealthy, but the girl had a good personality, was virtuous and capable, and everyone in the village spoke highly of her.

One day, a Taoist priest came to the village. He looked young, but he said he wanted to find some good fortune for the village children. The priest waved a broken bowl around the children, and just as he passed by, it lit up.

The Taoist priest said that he had spiritual roots, but he was too old to accept him.

After saying that, the Taoist priest left.

He refused to believe in superstition and insisted on taking the risk. He packed his bags, bid farewell to his parents, and left home.

He later learned that the Taoist priest did not accept him as a disciple not because of his age, but because his spiritual aptitude was too poor.

Looking back now, if he hadn't left back then, but instead married that girl and lived out the rest of his life peacefully in the village, it wouldn't have been a bad choice.

Unfortunately, he chose another path, a more difficult one.

Living alone far from home, he sometimes misses his family.

But the world doesn't allow him to think things through. He was pushed and swept along, year after year passing by, wasting half his life, until today he finally got what he wanted.

Yao Han suddenly felt a sense of gratitude towards those mysterious Nascent Soul cultivators. If they hadn't destroyed the Demon Palace, he might still be trapped by his own cultivation technique for the rest of his life.

As the village drew closer, more and more small wooden houses appeared before him, and Yao Han discovered that he could even recognize who each house had once belonged to.

There was an old elm tree at the entrance of the village. Yao Han placed his hand on it and gently stroked it, feeling the roughness of the bark.

This tree was planted here when he was born, and it's still here now.

Yao Han closed his eyes and gently stroked the old tree, as if breathing with it.

After a long while, his eyes returned to clarity, the turmoil in his heart finally subsided, and his Dao heart became perfect and undisturbed.

Alright, let's go into the village and see if we can run into any relatives.

However, something still felt off.

Why is there no one outside in broad daylight?