Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Your face?

Who are you?

Yao Han rolled her eyes.

Seeing Yao Han's dismissive attitude, Chen You gave an awkward smile, took a deep breath, and said:

"Has anyone heard of the Chen family of Youshan, senior?"

The Chen family of Youshan.

Yao Han's eyes flashed:

"Oh? I have indeed heard of it. Youshan is the territory of the Nianxuan Sect, one of the six sects of the Eastern Ridge. The Chen family is a prominent family in that area. It is said that Chen Tianming, the only elder in the Nianxuan Sect who has a chance to advance to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm in the past two years, is from the Chen family of Youshan."

Upon hearing Yao Han mention the Chen family's name, Chen You straightened his back slightly. When he heard Yao Han mention Chen Tianming's name, his back became even straighter.

"Since you've heard of the Chen family, things are easier now. I am the great-grandson of Elder Chen Tianming. I implore you, for the sake of the Chen family, to take back the spirit beast and spare the lives of these mortals."

"Oh."

Yao Han sneered:

"Your Chen family is so wealthy and powerful, why aren't you staying in your residence in Youshan to cultivate in peace, instead of running all the way to the Yu Kingdom? What great-grandson? Are you trying to deceive me, Zhang?"

"I am indeed a member of the Chen family! This is my Chen family's identity token. Without blood ties, one would not possess this token—"

Chen You forced himself to speak, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a jade token from his storage bag, handing it to Yao Han.

Yao Han didn't take it, but stepped back a few feet and used his divine sense to probe the jade tablet.

The jade plaque was simple in design and pure white in color. It was decorated with an intricate phoenix pattern around the edge and a large character "Chen" in the center.

Yao Han narrowed his eyes; it really was the Chen family token.

What's going on? Am I incompatible with the Five Elements of the Nianxuan Sect?

Why do I keep running into people from this sect lately?

Yao Han steadied himself, his eyes darting around:

"So you really are a fellow Daoist from the Chen family. I apologize for my previous words, which were quite offensive."

Upon hearing this, Chen You's expression grew even more smug: "It's alright, it's alright."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please wait a moment. I will retrieve the spirit beast immediately. Fellow Daoist, you are a member of the Chen clan of Youshan. You have traveled a long way to this remote little country. You must be traveling with someone to do something important for your family elders."

"Alas, fellow Daoist, you flatter me. With my level of cultivation, what great things could I possibly accomplish? I am merely traveling around, seeking opportunities."

"If you're looking for opportunity, why associate with these mortals?"

"Fellow Daoist, what you're saying is quite something. There doesn't seem to be a rule in the cultivation world that forbids cultivators from associating with mortals! What's so wrong with receiving some offerings and indulging in some culinary desires?"

"Oh? Do you know where these offerings come from?"

"Haha, who cares where it came from?"

Seeing that the crisis had been averted, Chen You became somewhat complacent:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, we are both Qi Refining cultivators. I'm sure you know our status in this cultivation world."

"Whether it's a clan or a sect, no matter how many opportunities we have, when will it be our turn? We cultivate diligently all our lives, working ourselves to the bone, only to end up as mere foils to those geniuses, and in the end, we have nothing."

"But it's different in this mortal world. No matter how low your cultivation level or how poor your aptitude, if you stand among these mortals, you're a god! Even the emperor would have to look up to you."

"Anyway, I, Chen You, have seen through it all. Rather than fighting and killing in this cultivation world, and constantly worrying about our lives, it's much better to live a life of luxury and happiness among mortals! After all, to us, these mortals are nothing more than ants. The fact that they can bring us some amusement is already a great blessing for them. Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't you agree?"

Yao Han remained silent, standing quietly on the boat. After a long while, she turned her head slowly:

"So, you came alone."

Chen You was stunned, and realized to himself that something was wrong!

He realized what was happening and was about to cast a spell to protect himself when a white shadow suddenly appeared and bit his leg.

"ah--!"

Chen You let out a scream and looked down in a trembling voice. He saw that the white snake was spitting out a cloud of white mist from its mouth, and his knees were instantly encased in ice!

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing? If you kill me, the Chen family will not let you off!"

"You can rest assured about that. I once met Elder Chen, a nobleman, and he said he was most annoyed by these spoiled brats in the clan."

"So, go in peace."

Yao Han stretched out his right arm towards the sky, grasping the Burning Shadow Whip in his palm. The whip, wreathed in crimson-gold flames, danced wildly in the air, making his figure appear like a ghost or god.

"Fellow Daoist, senior, please wait! I have another treasure on me—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen You felt a chill in his chest as the Burning Shadow Whip pierced through his body in an instant, leaving a deep red bloodstain on his collar that grew larger and larger.

His vision went black, and he breathed his last.

Yao Han's face remained expressionless; he simply waved his hand and snatched the storage bag from him.

He glanced inside and saw that most of the items were worldly gold and silver, so he stopped looking closely.

Seeing their revered deity being shot down from the sky in a single exchange, the two leaders of Tiger King Stronghold were terrified. They had no courage to fight back, so they threw their weapons to the ground and fled in panic.

"Still trying to run?"

Yao Han snorted and transformed into billowing black smoke, capturing the two men in a matter of moments.

He pressed his hand on Wang Shan's head and muttered "Soul Search," and Chen You's background and all the evil deeds he had committed became clear.

"He is indeed a member of the Chen family, but he is just a young master from a branch family. He can't cause any trouble."

He wasn't lying to Chen You; he had indeed met Chen Tianming once, but their relationship wasn't exactly good.

As for the words "disgusted with playboys," they were actually heard from someone else.

While he was pondering, Xiao Yuan had already slaughtered all the remaining bandits in the stronghold—after all, they were just a group of mortals, and even if they had weapons, they were powerless against second-tier spirit beasts.

At this moment, the mountain stronghold was awash in blood, filled with a stench of carnage, and littered with the mutilated corpses of bandits. Only the abducted villagers remained, standing there in a daze.

Yao Han summoned the Impermanent Boat, which stood in the air:

"The bandits here bully the weak, commit murder and arson, their crimes are heinous. Such depraved acts are condemned by all and arouse the wrath of both gods and men! Now, all the bandits have been wiped out by this immortal. You mortals can go home now."

"Going home...can we go home now?"

"Oh... Thank you, immortal! Thank you so much, immortal!"

"Your Excellency, I bow to you!"

The villagers, who had been abducted to be forced into hard labor, lay on the ground, kowtowing and praying incessantly.

Streams of energy flowed from their bodies, turning into large plumes of white smoke that flowed into Yao Han's dantian.

But he couldn't be happy.

After saying those words, he carried the heads of the two men and headed back towards Yaojia Village.

Looking back, I saw fires lit up in the mountain village; it seemed that the villagers had set them off.

He returned to Yao Ping'an's home.

The group was still at a loss when they were startled by Yao Han's sudden appearance. Seeing the head in his hand, they felt a chill run down their spines.

"Where is the ancestral hall?"

"Master Yao, that shrine has been burned down by them."

"I know, take me there."

Yao Ping'an and his wife exchanged a glance, then looked at his mother, who nodded at him.

"Immortal, please follow me."

Stepping outside, past the corpses scattered on the ground, and through several small courtyards, a ruin came into Yao Han's view.

The ruins were pitch black, covered in ashes, and even the two trees nearby were charred. Only the faint outline of what was once a house could be discerned.

Incense burners and ancestral tablets lay overturned on the ground. More than ten tablets were charred, and only a few remained, their shapes still discernible, but even their names were illegible.

Yao Han slowly bent down and straightened the stove from the ashes.

He threw the three heads in front of the stove, took out three incense sticks, and lit them in his hand.

"Father, Mother."

"Han'er, you're back late..."