Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Cao Ye died tragically, and his elder brother Cao Xuan, unable to catch the culprit, also died at the hands of the enemy. In one day, the head of the Cao family lost two sons. This sudden change spread like wildfire throughout Qian Sheng Kingdom, and people talked about it everywhere.

Some say the perpetrator was ruthless, others say it was a warning from the upper sect to the Cao family, and still others have dug up all the evil deeds the Cao family committed in Lishan and applauded it, calling it a chivalrous act that was very gratifying.

The relationships between aristocratic families and clans have always been complicated. Even if the Cao family clings to the Shangyun Sect, once other forces seize on their weaknesses, they quickly become the target of public criticism, followed by vicious infighting and verbal attacks from all sides.

The Cao family suddenly found themselves at the center of controversy in the cultivation world of Qiansheng, and the head of the Cao family was furious. The identities of Zhou Yunli and Song Zhiyu, this loving couple, were no secret in the markets of Lishan, and the bounty for them quickly spread, being posted in the streets and alleys of various towns and villages.

This post lasted for three months.

Three months passed, and not a single person had seen them, as if the two had vanished from the world.

What people didn't know was that while the cultivation world of Qiansheng was in chaos because of the Cao family's misfortune, the perpetrator of the "son-killing tragedy" had already crossed the border and entered Liang Kingdom more than a month ago.

At this very moment, beneath a towering, steep mountain peak, Yao Han, Zhou Yunli, and Song Zhiyu stood in a secluded forest, protecting Yao Ailan, who sat cross-legged beneath a tree.

The little girl closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. Crimson spiritual light, like flowing flames, surrounded her, and the surrounding void distorted and twisted under the scorching heat.

After a long while, Ailan suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of fire in his pupils. The scorching spiritual energy flowing out of thin air around his body suddenly contracted towards his head, and a vortex of fire spiritual energy seemed to appear at the center of his forehead, roaring like a tide, and quickly receded.

After a long while, the vortex gradually disappeared and dissipated into the wind.

Ailan finished her practice, winked playfully, and her eyes seemed to have become much more lively than before. She stretched her hand to her side and summoned a brownish-red spear engraved with gold patterns, which she then twirled in the air.

After finishing his dance, he thrust the butt of his spear into the ground and stood in front of Yao Han:

"Brother, I've reached level three in Qi Refining!"

Yao Han smiled and nodded. Under his guidance, Lan'er's cultivation progress had been rapid over the past three months.

Zhou Yunli sighed:

"Sigh, it's true that comparisons are odious. The spiritual roots and aptitude of you two siblings are truly enviable. With such talent, not only the six sects, but probably all the sects in the entire Qiantian would be vying for you."

"Brother Yunli, there's no need to belittle yourself. The path of cultivation isn't just about spiritual roots. Who can predict the future?"

Yao Han took out a map drawn on yellow paper and examined it carefully:

"Moreover, these six factions are not so easy to enter, otherwise we wouldn't have searched for such a long time."

"I never expected it would take half a month just to find the way."

Ailan put her spear away: "Before coming to Liang, I thought you knew where Shuiyue Palace was. I didn't expect you to be just like Sister Zhiyu, with no sense of direction."

"...I only know that Shuiyue Palace is in Liang Kingdom, but I don't know its exact location. Liang Kingdom is so big, it's not easy to find. Strange, it should be nearby..."

Just as Yao Han was engrossed in studying the map, he suddenly sensed movement from the sky above him.

He suddenly looked up, and the others followed his gaze and looked up at the sky.

"Brother, what are you looking at? There's nothing there."

"Someone's coming, keep an eye out."

Now, he has cultivated the Soul Building Record to the first level. His divine sense is much stronger than that of ordinary Qi Refining Level 9 cultivators, and his five senses are extremely sharp. He can instantly sense any movement within a radius of dozens of feet.

However, one can still practice the first level of the Soul Building Record so casually, but to break through to the second level, one must find a place with lush greenery and abundant water.

Just as the group was wondering what was going on, a thin, brownish-red beam of light drifted slowly from the distant mountain pass, about to pass over their heads.

"You wait here, I'll go ask for directions."

After saying this, Yao Han steered the Impermanent Boat and headed towards the man.

Upon suddenly seeing a strange cloud of black smoke shooting into the sky, the brown aura seemed startled and made a sharp turn in the sky, trying to run away elsewhere.

Why did I scare people away again...? When I have time later, I'll get a more normal-looking ritual implement.

Yao Han felt a sense of helplessness and quickly transmitted his voice:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! I mean no harm; I merely wish to ask for directions!"

"Asking for directions?"

A sudden flash of inspiration revealed a young monk dressed as a scholar.

This man had broad shoulders and a sturdy build, with a pair of thick, horizontal eyebrows that left a deep impression. He was at the seventh level of Qi Refining and was currently standing on a flying sword, cautiously scanning Yao Han with his divine sense.

Yao Han did not resist and bowed to the man.

He felt that the man's appearance was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen him before.

"Where are you going?" the browless monk asked in a deep voice.

"A few of us are heading to 'Jiuyin Market,' but we don't know how to get there."

Yao Han casually pointed downwards, and Yun Li and the others bowed to the cultivator with horizontal eyebrows from afar.

"Jiuyin Market is located three miles east of here."

The monk with the horizontal brows glanced at them and pointed eastward.

"I see, we still need to go east for a while."

Yao Han rubbed his chin with his fingers:

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. Judging from your movements just now, you should also be heading towards that market. In that case, why don't we travel together?"

"Let's not travel together. I don't have the habit of traveling with strangers. Farewell."

After saying that, he turned and flew away to the east without even saying goodbye.

Yao Han descended from the sky and brought the group onto the boat.

They had heard their conversation clearly. Yao Ailan jumped onto the boat with a thud and said angrily:

"What kind of person is he? I just asked him for directions, and he acts like I owe him money."

"What they did wasn't wrong. If it were me, and I suddenly bumped into someone with a higher cultivation level than myself, blocking my way with so many people, I'd also have to think twice. But you—"

Yao Han then changed the subject:

"Lan'er, you need to change your temper. Don't throw tantrums, or you'll suffer in the future."

"I know—"

Alan responded in a drawn-out voice, then muttered to himself:

"All he does is lecture me all day long, honestly, he's even more nagging than my mom, it's so annoying..."

"What did you say?"

Ai Lan quickly shrank behind Song Zhiyu.

Yao Han shook his head; this child had really become very familiar with him.

The spiritual light transformed from the cultivator surnamed Xu had already disappeared at the edge of sight, with the Impermanent Boat following closely behind, flying eastward.

The mountains and forests receded rapidly behind us, and not far away, another towering, majestic mountain peak stood between heaven and earth.

The mountains of Liang are not as dense as those of Jing, nor as gentle as those of Binghai. However, all the ancient mountains are extremely high and precipitous. From a distance, they look like inverted giant stone cones, with one appearing every few miles, echoing each other and connecting the sky and the earth, steep and rugged.

As the mountain peak drew closer, numerous streaks of light appeared in the field of vision. These were all cultivators coming and going, with varying levels of cultivation and different kinds of escape techniques and magical artifacts.

Yao Han's eyes lit up; he knew he had found the right place.

He followed the trails of these streaks of light and descended towards the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain lies a clear lake, like a round, precious stone embedded in the earth. Along the mountainside, a huge waterfall cascades down from the mountainside, creating a roaring sound and rising steam.

Most of the streaks of light that reach this point head towards the waterfall.

Yao Han followed the example of others, trailing behind a beam of light, and disappeared into the waterfall.