Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

This ribbon seemed to be moving slowly and gently, but Yao Han saw the murderous intent within it at a glance!

He dared not be careless, so he immediately retrieved the Impermanent Boat, used a Wind Control Technique to stand temporarily in the air, and then a golden shield and a black veil appeared together, swirling uncertainly in front of him.

Then, he took out two defensive talismans and affixed them to his body—

One was a drawing he made during his seclusion, and the other was from the blood ant's storage bag. The incident happened so suddenly that he hadn't had time to examine the blood ant's storage bag closely, so he could only take out one at random to use for now.

A verdant ribbon of green, mixed with fallen petals and leaves, descended upon Yao Han in an instant. He felt his movements become incredibly sluggish, as if he were being held in mid-air by an invisible hand—and this hand was constantly contracting, as if it wanted to crush him completely.

The golden shield shattered into countless golden stars in a single encounter, while the Netherworld Veil transformed into a wisp of black smoke, spinning wildly around its body. However, under the grinding of the emerald light, it made a sound like a heavy stone falling into water, constantly changing shape as if it were struggling bitterly.

Yao Han maintained his magical power and tried his best to keep the Netherworld Veil from breaking, but he was pressed down by the spiritual light and fell rapidly toward the ground.

Although he had the experience of a Core Formation cultivator, he didn't know everything. He was relatively familiar with the major and minor sects south of Dongling, but he only knew a few famous people from most of the sects in the north. As for cultivation techniques and unique skills, he had never seen them with his own eyes.

At the moment, he had no idea what the spell Cao Xuan of Shangyun Sect was using was called; he could only tell that it was a wood-based spell that used force to suppress people.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed across the mountainside, sending up billowing dust as Yao Han's feet sank three inches into the ground.

The talisman he drew himself lost its power and turned to ashes, leaving only the amulet left by the blood ants still flickering with a dim light, helping him block the residual force of the attack.

Yao Han clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the formidable enemy high in the sky.

Damn it, is it too much to try and directly confront a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

The Qi Refining and Foundation Building realms are clearly separated by only a thin sheet of paper, yet the difference in strength is like an insurmountable chasm!

With just a casual strike, he had already exhausted all his defensive measures and was forced to the point where he couldn't fight back at all!

"He can still stand?"

Cao Xuan stood atop a flying sword, looking down from above:

"A Qi Refining cultivator who survived my 'Tide of Withering and Flourishing' unscathed is quite capable. It's understandable that my little brother was defeated by you."

No, your younger brother is only at the first level of Qi Refining. It's understandable that he lost to someone else.

Yao Han muttered a couple of complaints to himself, but didn't say them aloud.

"However, that's all. The prestige of the Cao family has never been tolerated, especially not within Fengzhou. You killed my clansmen; you will surely pay the price!"

Cao Xuan swung his arm, and another wave of withering and flourishing energy rushed straight towards Yao Han.

This time, Yao Han was on guard. His hands moved with lightning speed as he took out several talismans from his storage bag, stuck them on his body, and then leaped into the mountains behind him.

"Still trying to run?"

Cao Xuan sneered, his five fingers suddenly spreading out, a green ribbon splitting into five branches, like a giant, desolate hand descending from the sky, passing over Yao Han's head and fiercely covering him.

Yao Han froze, forced to stop, and raised the Netherworld Veil to protect himself. Then he took out a handful of spirit stones and threw them forcefully into the air behind him.

"Spirit stones?"

Cao Xuan frowned, a protective aura rose around him, and the flying sword beneath his feet hummed as he nimbly dodged the explosion.

One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators dared not meet the self-destruction of a superior spirit stone and could only temporarily hide from it.

Yao Han's movements were hindered, and he circled around on the ground, still looking like he only wanted to escape, but in his mind he was silently estimating the distance between the two.

At the same time, he probed his storage bag with his divine sense and connected with the several lightning bolts. The lightning bolts were slowly activated, flashing with wisps of electricity and crackling within the bag.

Just then, he suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and something was faintly burning under his clothes.

It's a Qiankun Bag!

Yao Han's eyes flashed rapidly; this sudden turn of events was completely unexpected.

He always carried the Qiankun Bag with him, collecting one spirit stone each day, and there was never anything unusual about it.

How could this happen so suddenly?

Could it be that it sensed danger and acted to protect its master on its own?

No, if this bag really had such power, he should have discovered it when he was fighting the blood ants, instead of waiting until now.

What did he just do...? It looks like he activated a few landmines...

Could this thing possibly interact with landmines, or even react to lightning-based spells?

However, although it is currently very hot, it has not affected him to the extent that it does.

Fighting a cultivator a level higher is a dangerous affair; a single misstep could lead to certain death, or a matter of life and death in the blink of an eye. Entering the mysterious space of the Qiankun Bag requires him to concentrate his entire being and activate his divine sense, which could very well expose a weakness.

So, although Yao Han had a lot of questions, he could only put them aside for the time being and think about them later.

Now, he is focusing all his energy on the formidable enemy behind him.

This distance is still too far, and it's difficult to use the Burning Shadow Whip. It would be best to force this person into close combat with me.

Although he was too close and would be affected by the blast wave, Yao Han couldn't care less at the moment. If he didn't take this person down, not only him, but also Ai Lan and the others would not survive.

Cao Xuan dodged the explosion of spirit stones, urged his flying sword, and continued to pursue Yao Han at an astonishing speed. In a short while, the two closed the distance. Without thinking, the latter threw out another handful of spirit stones haphazardly.

"Tsk!"

Cao Xuan pursed his lips, easily dodging the firelight, and asked the same question as Blood Ant:

"How come someone who only practices Qi Refining has so many spirit stones on them?"

"That's fine too. I recently saw a magical artifact in the market that I like, but I'm short of some spirit stones. I'll take them from you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out a magic weapon that looked like a silver fork, which he then held up in the air and pointed at the thick smoke rising in front of him.

A surge of magical power rose from his body and flowed into the silver fork, producing a series of clanging sounds and a brilliant green light. The world around him twisted and distorted in the swirling patterns of spiritual power, a sight that filled people with dread.

Yao Han felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been locked onto by this magical artifact. If this attack hit him, he would surely die!

"This is what happens when you anger the Cao family—die!!"

Cao Xuan had already raised his hand high, about to unleash the silver fork suspended in the air, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. A strange sound wave rippled out thick smoke, pointing straight to the top of his head, making his soul tremble.

He paused, his head drooped slightly, and the light on the silver fork in his hand dimmed a little.

When he came to his senses, he saw a golden pill flying towards his face.

The pill resembled a bronze ball, with streaks of pale golden lightning surging around it.

The moment he saw the man's face, Cao Xuan's expression changed completely. He was so frightened that he dropped his flying sword and used a teleportation technique to retreat as fast as he could.

"It's too late."

"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to presume to call himself the Venerable One?"

These were the last words he heard before he died.