Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Not far away, a patch of frosty white appeared in the lush green mountains. It was a large expanse of white magnolias, crystal clear under the sunlight, lush and continuous, and very beautiful.

Along the magnolia blossoms, at the foot of two slightly steep mountains, a small, clear blue pond sits nestled in the distance. Wooden houses and fences accompany the pond, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet depths of the forest.

Yao Han's eyes lit up. The scenery here was truly beautiful; no wonder Zhou Yunli and the other man were reluctant to leave.

However, outside the once peaceful little house, many uninvited guests were now standing.

A group of four, some dressed in brocade robes and others in Taoist robes, blocked the doorway, their intentions clearly hostile.

Directly below the Impermanent Boat, a wisp of gray-black smoke was faintly visible, heading towards the hut.

In a moment of panic, Zhou Yunli was about to jump off the boat when Yao Han grabbed his wrist:

"Don't rush, we're outnumbered, let's observe first!"

Zhou Yunli took a deep breath and nodded in agreement, but his eyes remained fixed on the doorway.

Yao Han had already used his magic to conceal the Impermanent Boat. At this moment, the three figures seemed to be transparent, and their auras seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

He slowly approached the rooftop, arriving at the door almost simultaneously with the gray smoke.

The gray-black smoke suddenly swirled in the courtyard, transforming into a cultivator shrouded in a black robe. This person seemed to know the others in the courtyard, but did not greet them, and simply hurriedly walked inside.

Yao Han carefully scanned the area with his divine sense.

The four people outside were all at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, so they were not a threat. In addition, there were three other people inside the house, one at the first level, one at the fifth level, and one at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

If his judgment is correct, the one at the first level of Qi Refining is Cao Ye, whom Zhou Yunli mentioned, and the other one at the seventh level is a helper he called over.

The woman at the fifth level was Song Zhiyu, whose cultivation level was now even slightly higher than Yun Li's.

These people don't seem to pose much of a threat, but...

Yao Han focused his gaze on the black-robed cultivator. When his divine sense swept over him, the cultivator seemed to sense something and turned around to look up at the sky!

With a twitch of his brow, Yao Han quickly withdrew his divine sense.

The divine imprint he left on the Cangya Wolf eventually landed on this person, so it seems that this black-robed cultivator must be the one who commanded the wolf pack just now.

This person was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, which was slightly lower than Yao Han's, but he exuded a dangerous aura.

Cao Ye and his servants are not a threat; only this black-robed cultivator is somewhat strange and should be the most difficult to deal with.

We shouldn't be rash; let's observe a little longer.

……

"Sister Zhiyu, this Senior Brother Fang is an outer disciple of the Shangyun Sect. Even if you can use this magic weapon to resist for a while, how long can you hold out? You'd better come with me obediently."

The person who said this was Cao Ye.

This man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a fair complexion and no beard. He was quite handsome, but unfortunately, he was rather short, looking a full head shorter than the average person, which contrasted sharply with the tall and imposing cultivator beside him.

At this moment, the disciple of Shangyun Sect surnamed Fang was constantly chanting incantations, and fireballs or water bullets appeared beside him with the fluctuation of magical power, smashing towards the front.

Song Zhiyu huddled inside the room, holding up a round mirror-like magical artifact. A faint purple light emanated from her body, protecting her.

Fireballs and water projectiles rained down on the purple light shield, creating ripples that seemed to make the entire house vibrate.

"Bah! You lecherous scoundrel, you shameless villain! What skills do you have besides bullying others?"

"Sister Zhiyu, you're mistaken. Knowing how to bully others by abusing your power is quite an impressive skill."

Cao Ye spoke with his head tilted and swaying, displaying an air of smugness and arrogance.

"Give up, stop struggling. How long can your magic last? Or are you still waiting for your 'ideal husband'?"

"So what if it is?"

"Do you think waiting for him to arrive will change anything?"

Cao Ye gave a sinister smile:

"Since that's the case, then I'll let you give up on that idea! To tell you the truth, I've already prepared a big surprise for that Zhou kid, just waiting for him to get out. Now, he's probably a dead dog on the street, and you'll never see him again in your life!"

Zhiyu was startled, but still forced herself to refute:

"Don't try to fool me with these lies! How could Yunli fall for your treacherous schemes!"

Then, she changed the subject, turning her gaze to the cultivator surnamed Fang:

"Everyone knows that the Six Sects are the most prestigious sects of Dongling, with the Shangyun Sect being the most outstanding among them. They would never stoop to associating with such wicked and despicable people. Brother Fang, as a disciple of the Shangyun Sect, you must know the truth of the matter. Do you really intend to go against your conscience, aid and abet evil, and disregard the teachings of your sect?"

The cultivator surnamed Fang sighed and glanced at the two of them:

"Fellow Daoist Song, there's no need for further provocative words. It's not that I want to bully you because of my cultivation level; I have my own difficulties. The Cao family has been kind to me, and as the saying goes, 'If you take their money, you should do their bidding.' Please bear with me."

"Don't worry, Brother Fang. Those brothers outside are all my trusted men. They will not let outsiders know about what happened today. You will be well rewarded with spirit stones."

Cao Ye licked his lips, staring intently at Song Zhiyu's body, his desire undisguised, as if he would pounce on her the moment the magical artifact shattered.

Seeing his wolf-like expression, Song Zhiyu shuddered violently, mobilized all her magical power, and desperately held up the light barrier.

Why hasn't my husband come back yet... He's usually home by now. Could he have really been tricked by this person?

A hint of sadness flashed in Zhiyu's eyes.

No, this person's level is so high that even if he comes back, he can't do anything. It's better to leave this place and hide as far away as possible.

Why... why would I encounter something like this even after leaving the Song family?

Am I really destined to be trapped?

Song Zhiyu gritted her teeth, turned around abruptly in the halo of light, grabbed a sharp hairpin from the dressing table, and held it to her neck.

"Ouch, ouch, Zhiyu, what are you doing!"

Cao Ye was startled.

"You despicable man, since you have harmed my husband, I will go with him in death. Even going to the underworld is better than being defiled by you!"

Seeing the hairpin draw two drops of blood on his neck, Cao Ye panicked and quickly stopped the cultivator surnamed Fang.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

This person was completely obedient to him, and upon hearing this, he lowered his finger.

"My dear sister, why are you doing this! What's so great about that Zhou fellow that you'd risk your life for him!"

"He's just a rogue cultivator. Although his cultivation is a bit higher than mine, he's only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He has no cultivation level, no spirit stones. There are tons of people like him in Dongling. What's so special about him!"

"But it's different if you come with me. Although my Cao family isn't a prestigious clan, we're still among the top families in Shangyun. In this Lishan, who dares to speak ill of our Cao family!"

"As long as you follow me into the sect, I can give you anything that the Zhou fellow can't provide—cultivation techniques, magical artifacts, spirit stones. Isn't that much better than living in this dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere?"

"Sister Zhiyu, please reconsider, okay? My heart is truly with you!"

Zhiyu stared at Cao Ye, her expression unwavering:

"What you can give, he can't. But what he can give, you can't."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Further words are pointless. I return your words in full. If you want to marry me, forget about it!"

After saying that, Song Zhiyu resolutely stabbed the hairpin in her hand into her neck.

At this critical moment, a dark figure suddenly rushed in, interrupting her movements.

Suddenly, a figure dressed in black robes appeared beside Cao Ye and said coldly:

"Hurry up and go."