Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

He had Xiao Yuan protect him, his eyes slightly closed, and his consciousness sank into the Qiankun bag.

The familiar space, the familiar gray mist, and a piece of spirit stone placed in the very center, shining brightly in the deep darkness.

He has accumulated six coins here now, but he hasn't had time to collect them yet.

He tried to look around, but the invisible barriers were still there.

With a flick of his wrist, the little figure of consciousness produced a landmine.

Yao Han held the thunderbolt in his hand and stood silently in place, but nothing unusual happened.

He slowly poured his magic power into the thunder bead, and faint bolts of lightning gradually flowed from the bluish-iron-colored sphere.

Nothing has changed in this space.

Yao Han intensified his efforts, channeling more magical power into the landmine, causing the electric light on the bead to become increasingly intense and crackle.

Until the maximum amount of magic power that could be injected was reached, and the landmine was on the verge of exploding, the space inside the bag finally changed!

The invisible barrier around them began to flicker with an eerie red light, and the gray mist at the bottom also accelerated its rotation, turning into a hazy vortex around the location of the spirit stone.

At the same time, Yao Han felt an indescribable heat, and his spiritual figure trembled slightly in the rising heat.

He immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly stopped channeling his magic power into the thunderbolt.

Once the sparks in the bead in my hand stopped flashing, everything around me calmed down again, just like before.

The original body, which was outside, swallowed a pill to restore its consciousness. Before long, the little figure standing in the gray mist became much more solid, and a thoughtful expression appeared on its face.

After retrieving the landmine, Yao Han took out a very ordinary detonating tag.

He imitated the previous action, injecting magic power into the explosive talisman, putting it on the verge of exploding, but this time nothing happened.

As Yao Han continued to ponder, he summoned another cold, icy broadsword, the very high-grade magic weapon he had obtained in the previous battle.

As before, he tried to make the long sword self-destruct, but the space inside the bag remained unchanged.

Sheathing his longsword, he now held his beloved Burning Shadow Whip in his hand, continuously compressing and injecting his magical power into it.

As the Burning Shadow Whip approached the point of going out of control and self-destructing, the surrounding barriers glowed red, and the scene from when the landmine was about to explode played out in front of Yao Han once again!

"I see."

Yao Han murmured, stopped what he was doing, stroked the whip for a while, and then put it away.

The Qiankun Bag doesn't only react to thunderbolts; even when a magical artifact self-destructs, it will exhibit unusual changes.

The reason why detonating talismans and high-grade magic weapons are ineffective is ultimately because the explosive power is too weak!

However, the self-destruction of landmines and top-grade magic artifacts is different. Such power is enough to harm a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The Qiankun Bag sensed the threat, which is why it heated up and turned red.

"So, it's only capable of providing early warnings?"

Yao Han rubbed his chin with his fingers, feeling that it wasn't that simple.

Not only did the barrier turn red, but the fog in the area also changed—it took the shape of a hurricane, and it happened to be centered on that pile of spirit stones.

He also recalled the strange "membrane-breaking" sensation he felt when his divine sense first entered the Qiankun Bag under the claws of that cliff owl.

There must be something fishy going on here.

A thought popped into my head: Why not just let the landmines explode inside and see what happens?

The thought lingered in his mind for a long time before he finally managed to suppress it.

He might try that in the future, but not now.

After his rebirth, many of his abilities came from the spirit stones produced by his Qiankun Bag. Without these spirit stones, he would not have made it this far and might have already fallen under the palm of that demonic ape and become a corpse.

With the help of the Qiankun Bag, he has indeed accumulated quite a few spirit stones, but you can never have too many spirit stones!

Both I and Lan'er will need spirit stones for our future cultivation.

Not to mention that he had just promised Yunli and the other person to help them establish themselves in the market. If he were to rush to find out the secret of this Qiankun bag and rashly detonate it, he might end up losing more than he gained, or even destroy it by accident, and then he would regret it.

Now that we know the "limits" of the Qiankun Bag, there is actually a gentler method:

That means waiting until his cultivation reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, or cultivating the "Soul Building Record" to the second level before reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. In this way, he can create the same kind of strange phenomenon just now with only his divine sense, which will give him a greater chance of success.

This matter should not be rushed; we should proceed slowly and methodically.

If one day he becomes incredibly wealthy and no longer cares about the one spirit stone produced each day, then it might be worth trying again.

For now, let's leave it as it is.

Yao Han made up his mind, withdrew his divine sense from the bag, and let out a deep breath.

Xiao Yuan sat on a rock not far from him and yawned casually.

"You seem quite relaxed; is this how you protect the Dharma?"

He stretched out his hand, and Xiao Yuan slipped inside his sleeve.

"I'm gone."

On his way back, he surveyed the surroundings again before heading towards where the others were.

Because they hadn't concealed their footsteps, Yunli and the other person were startled awake from their meditation as soon as they returned to the stream and slowly got up.

"Good morning, Brother Yao. What are you doing here?"

Yao Han nodded:

"I scouted the area to see if there was any danger."

"Brother Yao's caution is something we can learn from for a lifetime," Song Zhiyu said with a smile.

"It's just a habit. By the way, I have some sesame seed cakes and dried meat here, would you like some?"

"Thank you, but we always carry some fasting pills with us, which should be enough for this trip."

"Alright. Although we've left Fengzhou's territory, we still can't let our guard down. If there's nothing else to pack, then let's set off..."

Before they could finish speaking, a pig-like grunt rang out from the side. The three of them looked over and saw Yao Ailan wrapped in animal skin, turning over under the tree. Sunlight slanted through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating her drool-covered face.

The three of them smiled at the same time, and Yao Han gently shook his head:

"Oh, this child..."

"It must have been tough for her, venturing out into the world at such a young age. By the way, Brother Yao, I was just about to ask..."

"What?"

"Are you two truly siblings?... Brother Yao, please forgive me, it's not that I want to question your relationship, it's just that your personalities are worlds apart..."

"Of course not."

As Yao Han spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Ai Lan's sleeping face, a smile playing on his lips:

"We are not blood relatives, but we are related. I returned to my hometown to pay respects to my ancestors and wanted to help the clan, but among all the children in the clan, only Lan'er has spiritual roots, so I had the idea of ​​taking her with me."

He didn't hide anything and told everyone frankly.

Zhou Yunli rubbed his sore shoulders, a look of sudden realization on his face:

"I see, that explains it. Brother Yao, you're taking her to Shuiyue Palace to become a disciple, right? If she can successfully enter this sect, she'll be one of the six major sects in the future. With such an opportunity, all the hardships along the way will be worthwhile."

"I wonder if Brother Yunli and Miss Zhiyu have any intention of becoming disciples?"

"Brother Yao, please don't make fun of me. Putting aside whether I have connections or not, with my spiritual root aptitude, even the six sects wouldn't consider me! Zhiyu is a bit stronger than me, having three spiritual roots. He should go much further on the path of cultivation than I will in the future..."

While the two chatted, Song Zhiyu walked over to the sleeping Yao Ailan, suppressing a smile, and patted Ailan on the shoulder:

"Little Ailan, wake up!"

"...No...I can still eat..."

Yao Ailan was talking in her sleep while dodging Zhiyu's hand.

"Alright, let her sleep first, I'll carry her."

As he spoke, Yao Han stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace. He then summoned the Impermanent Boat, and the group flew off in the predetermined direction.