Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly, and the hands of several bandits froze in mid-air.

"Is that enough?"

The bearded man's eyes darted around and landed on Yao Han, who was sitting upright in the courtyard:

"Hmph, I saw you just now. Where did you come from?"

He picked up the large stick from the ground and hoisted it onto his shoulder:

"What, you delicate little thing, trying to act like a champion of justice? With your puny frame, you wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap in my teeth when you're serving me a drink!"

The bandits burst into laughter again.

"Judging by your attire, you're a Taoist priest? Perfect, our village needs someone to settle accounts. If you kneel down right now and kowtow three times to me, I'll forgive what you just said and even help you save your life. How about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted from the crowd:

"Kneel down! Kneel down!"

"This little Taoist priest really doesn't know his own limitations, daring to provoke Third Brother!"

"Third Brother, this young Taoist priest is so inexperienced, what kind of accounting could he possibly have? We might as well chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

"You want me to kneel down?"

Yao Han lowered his eyes and tapped a finger lightly on the stone table:

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

"Stop pretending, our third brother is asking you a question—"

A nearby bald bandit slapped Yao Han on the head—

But just as he raised his hand halfway, he saw a dazzling golden light flash in front of him!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream erupted in the courtyard. It was the bald robber who had just tried to reach out. In the blink of an eye, his right hand fell to the ground, leaving only a bleeding hole in his forearm. He clutched his severed arm, writhing in pain on the ground.

Before anyone could react, the golden light circled the courtyard, like a living arrow, carrying endless anger and a series of howls, as it passed through the bandits!

The sword light was as thin as silk, piercing through one person's chest and then into another's forehead. In less than five breaths, it flew through the crowd!

The next instant, the fierce roar and golden light came to an abrupt halt. Yao Han merely flicked his fingernails, and all the bandits collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings, their bodies covered in wounds and bleeding profusely!

In the blink of an eye, only the bearded man in front of him remained of the bandits in the courtyard.

All of this happened so fast that it took the "Third Brother" a moment to react. Looking at his brother lying at his feet and smelling the blood rushing into his nose, he shuddered violently, and the alcohol had already sobered him up halfway.

Looking at the expressionless young Taoist priest sitting upright at the table, he still didn't realize he had offended someone he shouldn't have. He knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling:

"This little wretch is blind to the greatness of Mount Tai! Blinded by your greatness! I have offended the immortal master; please forgive me, please spare my life!"

The bearded man kowtowed frantically, occasionally slapping himself across the face.

This sudden turn of events naturally left the family of five dumbfounded.

Yao Han gently got up, first helping the dazed old woman to her feet, then wiping her forehead to stop the bleeding.

He helped the old man to the table and bowed to the family.

"Just now, I was emotional and accidentally hit a little too hard, which startled you all. Please forgive me."

Then he turned around, grabbed the bearded man by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground:

"Was it you who burned down the ancestral hall?"

Yao Han's tone was chilling, his eyes filled with murderous intent. The bearded man broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to meet his gaze, and quickly replied:

"No, no, no, it wasn't me! It was my elder brother! It was that guy Wang Shan! He insisted on burning down the ancestral halls in these villages, saying they were an eyesore... It really wasn't me, it really wasn't me! Please, Immortal Master, please, Immortal, spare my life! I have elderly parents and young children to support..."

"snort!"

Yao Han snorted and cast a whirlwind spell, transporting the bandit corpses in the courtyard outside.

Then, he summoned the Impermanent Boat, grabbed the bearded man, and transformed into a raging black wind, suddenly flying into the sky!

The family in the courtyard were still in a daze, and after a long while they still didn't understand what was happening in front of them.

Yao Pingan was the first to react. He tiptoed to the door, peeked outside, and then retreated in shock.

"Dead...all dead!"

"The bandits are all dead? Killed by that young Taoist priest just now..."

The old woman asked in a trembling voice.

"Grandma, that little Taoist priest just now said his surname was Yao."

"Surname Yao, surname Yao... Our ancestors have shown their power, our ancestors have shown their power!"

The old woman prostrated herself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.

……

"It's right in front, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, that's it! Please, immortal, spare me! I'll serve you like a slave for the rest of my life!"

Yao Han didn't want to say anything more to him. With a flash of golden light, only the bearded man's head remained on the boat.

His anger had reached its limit.

On a hillside not far away, a massive mountain stronghold was faintly visible among the trees.

The village wall was only half-built, and it looked like it had just been constructed recently. There were still many naked villagers being used by the bandits in the village to move wood and repair the wall. Yao Han could hear the shouts and whipping sounds from time to time clearly from the sky.

He wasn't blinded by anger. Before going down, he first used the Impermanence Boat to conceal his presence, and then used his divine sense to explore the village.

While discovering the location of the bandit leader, they made an unexpected discovery.

"There are actually cultivators in this small bandit stronghold."

However, this cultivator's cultivation level was too low, only at the second level of Qi Refining. Even Yao Han's divine sense couldn't detect him. At this moment, he was sitting in the main hall with two other bandit leaders, drinking and chatting happily.

Yao Han pondered for a moment, then decided not to wait any longer.

"Xiao Yuan! Kill those bandits outside, leave no one alive."

"Hiss!"

Xiao Yuan replied with a letter, his figure transforming into a streak of white light as he shot towards the village.

Soon after, a series of horrifying screams echoed through the village, one after another, sending chills down one's spine.

"Who goes there, daring to trespass on my Tiger King's Stronghold!"

The leaders and monks inside the hall were startled, grabbed their weapons, and leaped out.

As they walked out the gate, the three of them bumped right into Yao Han, who was floating in the sky, coldly watching them.

"Big brother, he's a cultivator!"

"Shut up, I saw it!"

The leader, named Wang Shan, looked extremely nervous, and sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. He took a deep breath and looked at the cultivator beside him with a forced smile:

"Master Chen, look..."

"It's alright, you two wait here, I'll handle this."

The immortal master surnamed Chen waved to Wang Shan, then summoned a flying sword, jumped onto it, and flew towards Yao Han.

This man looked to be around thirty years old. When he was with Wang Shan, he acted like a wise and enlightened master, but when he was in front of Yao Han, he changed to a fawning attitude.

"Senior, I am Chen You, and I pay my respects. I wonder what has angered these mountain bandits? I beg you to show mercy for my sake!"