Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Three days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day that Yao Han and Fang Tingyu had agreed upon arrived.

The brother and sister bid farewell to the couple, and before leaving, he also left them the Shattered Moon Axe.

"Keep this. You can use it as a trump card to save your life, or as a prized possession of the shop, whatever you like."

"Thank you, Brother Yao. I believe you and your sister will achieve great things in the Water Moon Palace in the future! Please take care of yourselves. May we meet again someday!"

"Thank you for your kind words, Brother Yunli."

"Sister Zhiyu, Brother Yunli, we're off now. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring you Foundation Establishment Pills next time!"

They wished each other well and waved goodbye. Lan'er kept turning back, her eyes darting around, as if she wanted to imprint this place firmly in her mind.

There were no rules prohibiting or restricting flights in Jiuyin Market, so Yao Han summoned Wuchang Boat and flew with Ai Lan toward the agreed-upon inn after walking a short distance.

Lan'er looked a little disappointed, but this time she didn't cry. She just leaned on his shoulder and stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Yao Han did not disturb her, but skillfully transferred the newly generated spirit stones from the Qiankun bag in his arms to another storage bag.

Patting the somewhat deflated storage bag, Yao Han couldn't help but chuckle; it was definitely much emptier now.

However, he did not become anxious about losing some magical artifacts. Putting aside the few he gave to Lan'er, he was not comfortable using the Shattered Moon Axe he left for Yun Li and the other person anyway. For him, the Burning Shadow Whip was enough.

He went to great lengths, providing a house and gifts, not only to help them out, but also to secure a future for himself and Lan'er in the unfamiliar Liang Kingdom.

At the same time, it was also an "experiment".

Everything we are doing now is like planting a seed here. Whether this seed can grow into a towering tree depends on future development.

Who knows, one day, Zizai Pavilion might become a behemoth as famous as Baibao Pavilion in Dongling?

Although it may seem a bit far-fetched, it's not impossible.

In no time at all, the two had found the inn where they had been staying.

The hall was quiet with few customers. He ordered a pot of tea from the waiter, and the two of them drank while waiting.

To Yao Han's surprise, after waiting for a long time without Fang Tingyu's arrival, he received a communication talisman instead.

A slender, emerald-green streak flashed past the door with a whoosh and leaped straight toward Yao Han. He swiftly extended two fingers and caught it between his fingertips.

The spiritual energy vibrated, and Yao Han listened intently with his eyes closed for a while. The transmission talisman then ignited and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"Was that Senior Sister Fang? What did she say?"

Yao Ailan looked over curiously:

"Could it be that Shuiyue Palace doesn't want us anymore?"

"No. It's just that Senior Sister Fang suddenly had an urgent matter and couldn't return to Jiuyin in time. It seems we'll have to go there ourselves."

"If she weren't there, would you have been able to find your way, brother?"

"There are marks left on the jade pendant she left behind; we can find it by following the directions."

"Oh! Let's go then."

……

Black smoke billowed out from the waterfall curtain, and as the familiar blue sky and warm sun appeared overhead, enjoying the gentle breeze brushing against their faces, both of them felt a sense of exhilaration.

The Impermanent Boat hovered above the waterfall for a moment before slowly flying northeast.

After passing several cone-shaped peaks, the forest below became increasingly dense, mist gradually rose around, and the sky darkened.

As they ventured deeper, the fog thickened, and all that could be seen was a gray-white expanse between heaven and earth, with only the forest stretching out below, a dark, endless expanse.

"Brother, are we on the right track?"

Alan's eyes flashed with fire as his divine sense relentlessly probed forward.

"The jade tablet does indicate this direction, that's for sure. Senior Sister Fang wouldn't lie to us... Hey, there's something ahead."

"Where is it? I can't see it. Oh dear, my head hurts a little."

The red light in her eyes faded, and she frowned and rubbed her temples.

"My cultivation is higher than yours, so the range of my divine sense is naturally farther than yours. Using divine sense is very energy-consuming, so don't keep releasing it. Take this pill and refine it."

"Why didn't you tell me about something this big sooner?" Ailan took the pill from Yao Han's hand and popped it into her mouth.

"You didn't ask me either."

While skillfully bickering with Ai Lan, Yao Han focused intently on peering straight ahead.

If he wasn't mistaken, a large swamp seemed to appear in the distance, but it was also shrouded in mist and couldn't be seen clearly.

Just as the two were about to reach the edge of the great swamp, a significant fluctuation of magical power suddenly came from below, accompanied by several unfamiliar divine thoughts sweeping towards them.

Alan jolted and sat up uncomfortably, while Yao Han narrowed his eyes, his internal magic quietly circulating, the long whip in his bag hidden but not yet fired.

Three streaks of light, each with a different spiritual color, flashed past and transformed into three young cultivators dressed in blue and white Daoist robes.

All three were men, riding flying swords, with ordinary appearances and cultivation levels around the seventh level of Qi Refining. They all looked somewhat lazy, and one of them was even yawning with messy hair, as if he had just been in seclusion for several months.

However, after seeing their Taoist robes, Yao Han was no longer nervous, and his internal magical power gradually calmed down.

"Fellow Daoists, please halt here. Judging from your movements, you seem to be heading straight for our sect's gate. May I ask what brings you to my Water Moon Palace?"

The man in the center bowed respectfully to Yao Han and Ai Lan from afar, showing no disrespect despite Ai Lan's lower cultivation level. Upon seeing this, Ai Lan rubbed his forehead and stood up from the boat, returning the bow in the same manner as Yao Han.

Upon hearing the question, Yao Han felt a sense of relief.

Finally, we found the right place!

Looking back, when he settled in Jiangjia Village, he had already planned to become Shuiyue's apprentice. After many twists and turns, it took him more than three years to finally find his way here.

However, whether they can stay in the Water Moon Palace depends on their subsequent behavior.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. My surname is Yao, and my given name is Han. This is my younger sister, Ai Lan. My sister and I have long admired the Shuiyue Palace. By chance, we received the inheritance of a senior master from your sect, which is why we have come here specifically to seek an opportunity within your sect."

"Become an apprentice?"

The three cultivators exchanged glances, each with a different expression.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Yao. My surname is Zhang, just call me Zhang Yi. Since you've come to become my disciple, do you have any token of your acceptance?"

"My brother and I had previously met Senior Fang Tingyu of your sect in Jiuyin Market and were introduced to her. This jade pendant was given to us by Senior Fang."

Yao Han handed over the jade pendant, which Zhang Yi took and examined with the two beside him. After a short while, surprise appeared on their faces:

"It really is Senior Sister Fang's token! It's quite rare for her to recommend someone to return to the sect. In that case, please come with us."

Yao Han nodded, put away the flying boat, and was about to take Lan'er down with him when the disheveled male cultivator suddenly interrupted:

"Wait a moment!"