Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han is drunk.

Those who cultivate immortality will not actually get drunk from ordinary wine.

Possessing magical powers, one can dispel the effects of alcohol with just a thought.

But he just wanted to get completely drunk.

He asked Yao Ping'an for three jars of wine and brought them to his side.

He didn't go anywhere all night; he just sat in front of the burned-down ancestral hall, gulping down spicy liquor one mouthful after another.

After finishing the three jars of wine, he fell into a deep sleep in the ancestral hall.

He had another dream.

In my dreams, I'm still in my childhood.

He was running barefoot in the field with his friends when a dragonfly flew in front of him. He tried to catch it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it.

As they chased each other, they got tired, and one by one, their playmates were called home by their parents.

He also wanted to go home. He felt a little hungry and wanted to go home for dinner, he wanted to eat dumplings.

But no one called him for a long time.

One by one, the people around him left, until finally, he was left alone standing under the old elm tree, his small body casting a long shadow in the moonlight.

He ran into the village, running wildly like a madman, scraping his knees and twisting his ankles, trying to find that familiar courtyard and familiar gate, but he couldn't find it no matter what he did.

He panicked and shouted, but no one answered him. All he could see was endless darkness and the blocked doors and windows.

Yao Han awoke with a sudden shudder.

He found himself lying beside the broken wall of the abandoned shrine, with a blanket covering him without his knowledge.

Xiao Yuan stayed close to him, and when she saw him wake up, she rested her head on his arm and rubbed against him affectionately.

"I'm fine."

Yao Han shook his head, snapped his fingers lightly with his right hand, and used his magic to dispel the lingering effects of the previous night's intoxication.

"This quilt...was it delivered by Yao Ping'an and his family?"

The little abyss snake's head bobbed up and down.

Then, as if it had suddenly discovered something, it abruptly turned its head and assumed a defensive posture.

Yao Han followed its gaze.

"You're awake."

It turned out to be the old woman, who was holding a bowl of ginger soup. Steam rose from the soup, drifting into the slightly chilly morning breeze.

Xiao Yuan glanced at it, then relaxed, yawned, and tucked back into Yao Han's sleeve.

Yao Han nodded.

The old woman sat down against the wall and placed the bowl on a large rock.

"Oh, I've been thinking about it all night, and I've finally remembered!"

"I remember when I was little, my grandfather would always talk about a certain person."

He said that this person was his childhood friend, and they had grown up together, their relationship being even closer than that of blood brothers.

"Later, his brother received a divine favor and ran away from home, saying he was going to seek immortals. He searched for many years but could not find them."

Yao Han's body trembled.

"Whenever his brother is mentioned, Grandpa always grumbles and complains, saying that he never comes back to visit. But after he finishes grumbling, he tells us that it's better to go out and explore. If you're capable, you should go out and make your own way in the world."

"So I think that Grandpa wasn't really angry with his brother. Even though he talked about it his whole life, he still hoped that his brother would be doing well out there."

Yao Han remained silent for a long while before asking:

"May I ask, what is your grandfather's name...?"

His name is Yao Zhuang.

Sure enough, Yao Han was right; it was Da Niu's name.

He turned his head to look at the collapsed ancestral hall:

"Can this shrine... ever be repaired?"

The old woman smiled:

"If it can be fixed well, how can it not be fixed?"

"As long as the person is still alive, everything can be fixed."

Yao Han closed her eyes, and after a long while, she opened them again.

He lifted the bowl off the stone, blew on it, and swallowed it with a thud.

A spicy, hot sensation traveled down my throat, burning my stomach.

This ginger soup, devoid of any spiritual energy, dispelled all the chill in his body, proving to him better than any elixir at this moment.

"thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with me, old woman? I should be thanking you for saving my whole family!"

……

From that day on, a rumor began to circulate in the nearby mountains.

It is said that a deity descended upon Yaojia Village, not only quelling the mountain bandits, but also leading the villagers to build houses and ancestral halls, repair bridges and roads, develop water conservancy projects, and reclaim wasteland, doing many truly great things.

The villagers who had left the village due to the banditry heard about this and returned one after another, joining the ranks of those who revitalized the village under the guidance of the immortal.

With the addition of teahouses and schools, Yaojia Village has seen its population grow day by day, and its people are living better lives.

Legend has it that this immortal was the ancestor of the Yao family, and from then on, he lived on the nearby mountains, protecting the area.

His name is forever preserved on the altar of the ancestral hall.

……

Yao Han stood on the hilltop, looking down at the increasingly prosperous Yao Family Village, and nodded.

If things continue to develop at this pace, this place will no longer be called Yaojia Village, but Yaojia Town.

He stayed at home for three months. He had done his best to help, and the rest was up to the people of his tribe.

He also had to thank the old woman for her words—in fact, she was his junior.

But some truths can't be understood simply by living a long time.

The dead are gone, so are the living.

The past is past, and regrets are unavoidable, but he should always do something for future generations.

As long as people are still alive, as long as the blood ties remain, that's enough.

While helping them rebuild the village, Yao Han also made sure to check if any of the villagers had any descendants with spiritual roots.

Unexpectedly, he actually discovered a pleasant surprise.

Yao Ping'an's daughter, who is his great-granddaughter, the little girl called "Lan'er," also has spiritual roots.

Her name is Yao Ailan, because her mother's surname is Lan. She also has dual spiritual roots, specifically fire and earth.

Apart from them, no other children possessed spiritual roots.

However, this already made Yao Han feel gratified.

Actually, he could have taken the child to Shuiyue Palace to become an apprentice.

Yao Han carefully considered the matter for a few days and felt that it was feasible. To the outside world, all that was needed was to conceal the relationship between the two of them.

Enabling his descendants to enter the most prosperous sect in Dongling is a way for him to fulfill his duty to his childhood friends.

Perhaps Lan'er will have a brighter future than him and go further on the path of cultivation.

However, she is still too young, only ten years old, so Yao Han took out a basic fire-type cultivation technique from his storage bag and let her read it first. He would take her away after he came out of seclusion.

That's right, Yao Han is going into seclusion here.

Although there were some setbacks along the way, everything went according to his plan.

He had originally planned to retreat to his hometown for seclusion. On the day he wiped out Tiger King Village, he unexpectedly discovered that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the mountains near his hometown was indeed much richer than the surrounding area. No wonder Chen You wanted to lead those mountain bandits to set up camp here.

So he deliberately chose a good spot, from which he could see everything in Yaojia Village from the bottom of the mountain, with fields and rivers stretching into the distance.

"It should be around here."

He took the Impermanent Boat and circled the mountaintop, finding a suitable cave. The cave was spacious and bright, with a clear stream flowing through it, making it perfect as his dwelling.

Yao Han rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work.