Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han stared intently at the center of the formation:

The spirit beasts under the Blood Ant's command, having lost control, were running around aimlessly in the gale, restless and agitated, and no longer posed a threat.

On the contrary, this person was not panicked. After sticking a talisman on his body, he stood silently in place, his fingers constantly changing as if he were divining.

He even knows about formations!

Yao Han couldn't help but become even more curious about this person's background.

Despite his curiosity, he remained extremely cautious, keeping a close eye on the blood ants' movements. He kept the Netherworld Veil and the Burning Shadow Whip by his side, ate a few pills, and took out a spirit stone to restore his mana.

The blood ant was seen divining while occasionally sending out bursts of spiritual energy in different directions, as if it were scouting ahead.

After a short while, he finally moved!

Yao Han focused intently, his long whip flashing with golden light, ready to strike.

The blood ant took three steps to the left front, then five steps to the right, and finally turned around and rushed forward, disappearing from the spot without a trace!

With a turn of his gaze, the Blood Ant appeared unharmed before Yao Han, only the talismans on its body seemed to have burned out, turning into fragments that drifted away in the wind.

"This formation is indeed quite ingenious. It's a pity that you haven't been able to unleash its full power, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find a way to break it."

"I truly didn't expect you to escape from this great formation. However, are your spirit beasts still trapped inside? Do you still wish to fight me, fellow Daoist?"

The blood ant cloak twitched, as if it were moving its neck:

"Fight, why not fight? Fellow Daoist, you possess so many treasures, they are truly enviable. It would be a waste for this magic array to fall into your hands; you should entrust it to me for safekeeping!"

There's no point in arguing when things don't go your way. Now that the fight has reached this point, neither side has any way out but to fight to the death.

"Since you believe I came from Dragon Valley, how dare you let me get so close?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Blood Ant sprang up, raised his scythe on his shoulder, and with a howling wind and a ferocious cold light, aimed straight for Yao Han's face!

The cultivators of Flying Dragon Valley are especially skilled in beast taming and physical techniques!

When the sickle came slashing down, Yao Han couldn't even see its movement clearly. It seemed to be dancing with countless blade flowers in mid-air, with flashing light and shadow, making it unpredictable.

Yao Han no longer retreated. He stood still, raised his arm and shook it, using his wrist as the axis, and the Burning Shadow Whip circled in front of him, like a horizontal whirlwind, using chaos to overcome chaos!

The sickle and the bone whip clashed, producing a loud clang of metal, with spiritual energy surging and sparks flying everywhere, showing that neither side could gain the upper hand!

Before the first move was over, another one began. Blood Ant seized the opportunity, hooking and thrusting with his giant scythe, using the momentum to press down on the middle of the whip with the scythe blade. This press was like striking a snake at its vital spot. Before Yao Han could retract the whip, he felt a weight on his shoulder and was pulled forward by the pressure.

Blood Ant stepped on the back of the sickle, intending to nail the whip to the ground. At the critical moment, Yao Han loosened his right hand and used his divine sense to control it. The whip twisted wildly, like a snake following the staff, winding and climbing, tightly wrapping around the entire sickle. The extra section of the whip tail shone with golden light and viciously stabbed towards Blood Ant's palm.

The opponent was also decisive. Seeing that the magic weapon was bound by the opponent, he changed his right foot from a stomp to a kick, and with a forceful push on the long handle, the giant scythe and the long whip flew several feet away.

Blood Ant lowered its body, pivoted on its left foot, and circled around in place. As it turned around, it attacked with both hands and feet. Its legs were like sharp knives, its hands like claws, and its attacks were like a whirlwind and a spear, targeting all vital points!

As the Shadow Whip slipped from his hand, Yao Han did not rush to recall it. His eyes remained fixed on the Blood Ant's movements. He then bent into a horse stance, retracted his right hand, and used his left arm to block.

Suddenly, wisps of white smoke rose from his right hand, which hung down to his waist, and a surge of boiling energy rose from his dantian, seemingly effortless yet swift as thunder!

As the white smoke settled in his palm, Yao Han stepped forward, retracted his left arm, and straightened his right arm, calmly striking forward with his palm!

When their hands and claws clashed, a powerful gust of wind swept up broken branches and stones, scattering them in all directions with a loud bang.

When the storm subsided, Yao Han stood on the pile of weeds and stones without taking a step back, while Blood Ant was shaken back seven or eight steps, his fingertips dripping blood and his palms going numb.

"You also know body-refining techniques?!"

Blood Ant cried out those words, his heart churning:

"And this isn't just ordinary physical combat... This palm technique is no ordinary martial art. Just who are you?!"

"Just a rogue cultivator."

Yao Han smiled confidently, his whole body shrouded in white smoke. He took a step forward and darted away, with what seemed like a dragon's shadow following behind him.

His palm techniques flowed continuously, his body moved like a dragon soaring through the air!

Blood Ant struggled to calm himself, bracing his body and fighting back fiercely. Sometimes he would brace himself with his arms to defend his face, and sometimes he would dodge, entangled with Yao Han's constantly striking palms.

But all of this was in vain. No matter how they defended, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Every time they were hit, the blood ant felt an unpredictable, scorching spiritual power rushing into its body like a destructive force. Under this heat, the magical power in its meridians flowed in a chaotic mess.

His defense kept showing weaknesses, and finally Yao Han seized on one of his mistakes and slapped him in the chest.

The blood ant spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered and fell to the ground, no longer struggling.

"I never imagined I'd perish here today... I was a bit too greedy..."

A glint of light appeared at Yao Han's fingertips, which he used to guide the blood ants, giving them their last breath.

"Fellow Daoist has a deep connection with Flying Dragon Valley. Just who are you?"

"Ha, a nobody. If I had to say, he's just a disgraced disciple of Flying Dragon Valley."

"A disgraced disciple?"

The blood ant nodded slowly.

"Cough... I thought I could break free from the constraints of the sect, but it turns out it was all just a pipe dream... cough cough..."

The front of the blood ant's shirt was completely stained red with blood.

"Fine, dying at your hands is better than being betrayed by my fellow disciples... All the cultivation techniques I practice are in my storage bag. If you're not afraid of being hunted down by Flying Dragon Valley, then go ahead and practice them, hehe..."

After saying that, Blood Ant snapped his fingers, his head lolled to the side, and he died on the spot.

Several explosions rang out from within the formation, and a stench filled the air.

Without even looking, Yao Han knew that this person must have self-destructed their spirit beast or spirit insect, not wanting their spirit pet to become someone else's prize.

Yao Han scanned the blood ant several times with his divine sense to confirm its death before taking its storage bag. With a flick of his hand, he lifted the hood, revealing a very ordinary face.

With a soft sigh, Yao Han cast a fireball spell, and the blood ant corpse was burned to ashes in the rolling flames. Yao Han then casually erected a small tomb for it.

In the end, he still didn't know what the person's real name was.

With a flick of his wrist, the Burning Shadow Whip coiled around the giant scythe and flew back. He weighed the scythe in his hand and then let out a long breath.

This battle was truly difficult!

If it weren't for the top-tier magic weapon he possessed, and the fact that he had cultivated the Dragon Qi Technique to the second level after three years of seclusion, he would have had a truly difficult time defeating the Blood Ants in a head-on confrontation.

Otherwise, he would have to use those few last-resort landmines—the reason he didn't use them was that Yao Han was still confident and didn't want to waste them here.

We don't know what kind of opponents we'll encounter in the future, so we should save money wherever possible.

However, one sentence he said earlier left a deep impression on Yao Han.

It seems that he has not yet fully unleashed the power of the Wind Whispering Illusion Array, and he will need to study it further in the future.

Alright, we shouldn't linger here. We can look at this storage bag later. Let's go back to the lakeside cottage and see how things are going over there.

Yao Han swallowed several more pills to restore his mana, then mounted the Impermanent Boat and flew into the sky.