Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

When Yao Han returned to the lakeside, the group of rich kids had already been driven away, and the courtyard was empty.

It seems that Ailan and Xiaoyuan have both run into the house.

He descended from the sky, put away the Impermanent Boat, and walked towards the gate with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Fang entered, a strong smell of blood filled his nostrils. Yao Han looked closely and saw Fang Wen leaning against the wall, barely breathing, and with one arm severed. Judging from the sharp blade, it must have been cut off by the Shattered Moon Axe.

Cao Ye, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was now trembling and slumped to the ground, shrinking back repeatedly, a large patch between his legs soaked with water.

Zhou Yunli's face was gloomy. He held an axe in his left hand and a sword in his right, the blade pointing directly at Cao Ye's nose.

Even facing certain death, Cao Ye remained defiant, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace as he shrieked at Zhou Yunli:

"Come on, kill me if you dare! Let me tell you, I lit my life-bound soul lamp in the clan long ago. If I die and this lamp goes out, my father will definitely avenge me, no matter where he goes. The Cao family will not let you go!"

Ailan stood not far away watching the show. Xiaoyuan yawned on her shoulder. Hearing this, Ailan cast a questioning look at Yao Han, who had just entered the room.

The latter transmitted his voice to her:

"Soul lamps, life tablets, and life talismans are all the same thing. They are generally used in some large sects or aristocratic families. Disciples imprint a bit of their essence and consciousness on it, and if the person is in any danger, their fellow disciples will know quickly."

Alan nodded, a look of sudden realization on his face.

Just as Zhou Yunli was about to plunge his magic sword into Cao Ye's forehead, he paused because of Cao Ye's words, his brows furrowing as he hesitated.

Yao Han didn't interrupt, but left the decision to them.

"Even if we let you go, will the Cao family stop causing us trouble?"

Song Zhiyu looked slightly tired. She handed the flute back to Yao Han and stood next to Zhou Yunli.

"Zhiyu, I..."

"Brother Yunli, I know what you're going to say."

Zhiyu Chaoyun smiled slightly, then suddenly reached out and grasped the hand holding the sword.

"It's just going back to the days of wandering the world. The world is so vast, where can't we make our home, right?"

Zhou Yunli's eyes reddened:

"I'm sorry, Zhiyu, it's my fault for being so incompetent and causing you..."

"Don't apologize. Ultimately, this whole thing started because of me. I'm the one who should be apologizing, and so is this other person—"

Zhiyu's gentle gaze vanished, replaced by a cold stare as she looked at Cao Ye:

"If we let him go today, who knows how many more people he'll harm in the future. Brother Yunli, didn't you used to love telling me those stories of chivalry? Today, let's be a little reckless and act like heroes, shall we? Let Senior Yao be our witness."

Feeling the warmth on the back of his hand, Yunli's eyes calmed down, and his fingers stopped trembling.

Cao Ye huddled in the corner, laughing maniacally, looking almost deranged.

"Hahaha! You wouldn't dare! Let me tell you, my father is the head of the Cao family, and my great-grandfather is an elder of the Shangyun Sect. If you kill me, you'll be in deep trouble—"

Before the word "death" was even uttered, the couple gripped their magic swords together and, in one swift motion, plunged the blades into Cao Ye's forehead.

On the other side, Fang Wen, barely clinging to life, watched helplessly as everything unfolded before him. With his last breath, he struck his own chest and died on the spot.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the couple's soft breathing remaining.

After a long silence, it was actually Alan who broke it:

"Oh dear, this person is finally dead. Now the entire Qiantian is quiet."

Yao Han silently rolled her eyes.

Zhou Yunli sheathed his magic sword, wiped away the blood, put away the bag, then took Song Zhiyu's hand and bowed to Yao Han:

"I must thank Brother Yao for his help; otherwise, my wife and I would not have survived this calamity today."

Yao Han waved his hand:

"Brother Yunli, Miss Zhiyu, there's no need for such formalities. However, since Cao Ye is dead, it's likely that someone will track you down here soon. I suggest you pack your bags quickly and leave as soon as possible."

"Senior Yao is absolutely right. Brother Yunli, let's hurry up and pack up. By the way, please accept the storage bags left behind by these two—please don't refuse, senior. If it weren't for your magic artifact, it might be the two of us lying on the ground."

Yao Han thought for a moment, then took back the Shattered Moon Axe and the other two storage bags instead of refusing.

Ms. Song's personality remains the same as before; it seems she is still wary of him.

He had already made some plans in his mind, but hadn't figured out how to bring them up yet, so he pulled Ailan and Xiaoyuan to the courtyard to wait.

Yao Anlan found a stone bench to rest on, her eyes darting around, and suddenly she spoke:

"These two siblings are truly enviable. Great-grandfather, didn't you say you were over a hundred years old? Where is my great-grandmother?"

Yao Han's lips twitched, she glared at her, and didn't reply.

"Why are you glaring at me? Didn't you say that cultivators are human too? Humans need to fall in love, get married, and have children, right? Why don't you have one?"

"...No time."

"That's so perfunctory... It's boring. Xiao Yuan is much more fun. Yuan Yuan, can you build me another ice hockey puck?"

Yao Han rubbed his eyes, never expecting that one day he would be "pressured to get married" by his own grandchildren. Where could he find any reason to complain?

His answer wasn't exactly perfunctory; the three words "no time" perfectly encapsulated his entire cultivation experience over the past century.

The friendship between the two is certainly enviable, but if his cultivation level hasn't reached the Core Formation or Nascent Soul stage, he would never consider matters of love—at least that's what Yao Han thinks for now.

The Yunli couple didn't keep Yao Han and the others waiting for long. In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, the two changed their clothes and walked out of the house side by side. Zhou Yunli was still holding a torch in his hand, which was burning brightly.

"Having lived here for so long, I'm really going to miss it."

Zhou Yunli gazed at the wooden house before him, feeling lost and dejected.

Song Zhiyu sighed softly:

"Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. Let's go."

Zhou Yunli nodded to Zhiyu and threw the torch into the house.

Flames rise from the magnolia grove. Smoke drifts into the mountains, and the lake reflects the fiery heat.

The two held hands and gazed into the distance for a long time before reluctantly turning back and walking towards where Yao Han was.

Before they could speak, he asked first:

"Now that you two have chosen to leave, have you decided where you're going?"

"Well, to be honest, Brother Yao, things happened so suddenly, and we didn't have much of a way out."

"Having offended the Cao family, we can no longer stay in Qiansheng Kingdom. The war between Jing and Liang is raging, but the conflict seems to be concentrated on the border, and the territory of these two countries should be relatively peaceful. Zhiyu and I plan to go to central Liang Kingdom first, and if that doesn't work, we'll go somewhere else."

"Um."

Yao Han nodded, then suddenly changed the subject:

"Actually, we two are also heading to the Liang Kingdom. I have a business deal with you, Yao. I wonder if you'd be interested?"