Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

As the bamboo boat drew closer to the main island, more and more streaks of light appeared around it, varying in color and fluttering about, creating a beautiful sight.

Yao Han noticed that the light of escape mostly concentrated in the Dantang Scripture Building below Feiyu Island and the Shan Gong Pavilion in the southwest. These two areas had the largest number of Shuiyue Palace disciples coming and going.

It seems he'll have to visit these two places quite often in the future.

The bamboo boat slowly descended to the ground and landed on a bluestone path. This place was a garden pavilion in front of the council hall, with rustling bamboo groves and babbling brooks, quiet and pleasant.

The sky grew somewhat dark, as they had arrived under that unique "dark sky." But under the bright full moon, everything around them was clearly visible. The bamboo forest and the stream were all bathed in a pale white halo like fireflies, bringing a sense of peace.

"Hello, Senior Brother Lin!"

"it is good."

Occasionally, disciples of the Water Moon Palace would pass by, and they would greet Lin Caichi with a bow, to which the latter would respond with a smile and a nod.

These disciples, whether in groups or alone, all spoke in hushed tones, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the place.

Under their influence, Yao Han and Ai Lan also quieted down, even slowing their steps, and simply followed closely behind Senior Brother Lin.

Although Ailan didn't speak, her eyes kept wandering through the woods. When she passed a small rocky hill, her eyes suddenly lit up. She tugged at Yao Han's sleeve and whispered:

"Brother, look, there's a cat!"

Yao Han followed her finger and looked up at the rocky hill. There, she saw a small black cat with smooth fur sitting motionless on a rock, blinking its eyes and looking at them curiously.

Just as Ai Lan was about to reach out to touch it, Lin Caichi suddenly patted her on the shoulder. The latter stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Lin Caichi greets Elder Yu."

Alan's eyes widened:

"Can cats cultivate immortality?"

"Hey, you silly girl, why can't cats cultivate immortality?"

Just as the brother and sister were about to be surprised, the black cat suddenly spoke. It licked its lips, made a very human-like expression, shook its head, and said leisurely:

"All things in nature, and all living beings, from the very beginning of the Dao, possess a trace of spirituality. Mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, wells, stoves, and ponds all possess essence; even a stubborn rock can tread the path of the Dao, let alone a cat!"

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder. Why aren't you at the Transmission Hall today? Could it be that you've also come for this brother and sister?"

"How could I possibly compete with those old geezers! I only came to check out the two youngsters with outstanding spiritual roots that I heard had arrived."

The "Black Cat" elder surnamed Yu blinked and looked Ai Lan and Yao Han up and down a few more times:

"Hmm, not bad, you two look quite pleasing to the eye. What kind of spiritual roots do you two possess?"

Yao Han imitated Lin Caichi and bowed to the black cat:

"Senior, I have dual spiritual roots of metal and water, and my younger sister has dual spiritual roots of fire and earth."

"Oh? Jinshui... Yingxi has been waiting for this for so many years, and finally a promising talent has arrived. This is going to be interesting, hehehe~"

"Alright, alright, I won't delay your business any longer, go on your way."

The black cat wiggled its paws twice, then suddenly turned into a streak of gray light and vanished from the spot in an instant.

After a while, seeing that Lin Caichi had accepted the gift, Yao Han and the other person straightened up:

"Senior Brother Lin, who was that just now...?"

"This is Elder Yu of Zikun Island, whose Daoist name is Qianbian."

Lin Caichi gave a wry smile and explained to the two of them:

"The lineage of Zikun is known for its mastery of transformation. Elder Yu usually likes to transform into various forms to tease his disciples. Although his personality is a bit strange, he is a very good person. Seven out of ten times when the Transmission Hall holds a sermon, Elder Yu personally presides over it."

"I see."

Yao Ailan tilted her head and pondered for a moment:

"The Training Academy. So, does that mean cats will be giving us lessons from now on?"

Lin Caichi was taken aback, amused by Lan'er's words, and continued the conversation:

"Yes. Not only cats, but also geese, monkeys and deer. Once, Elder Yu even transformed into a three-zhang-tall demon beast, which startled the disciples who came to listen to the lecture. They thought the sect had been invaded by a demon beast."

"Brother, I want to learn this!"

"Why do you want to learn everything...?"

Lin Caichi is gentle and approachable, and doesn't put on airs like a senior. The two quickly became familiar with him.

The three chatted quietly as they walked, passing a low pavilion and around a small pond. Suddenly, their view opened up to a spacious bluestone square.

At the end of the square, atop the high steps, stands a magnificent white palace under the bright moon, solemn and majestic, with painted beams and carved pillars. Its enormous doors make one feel insignificant at first glance.

The two followed Lin Caichi's steps and walked into the hall, which was brightly lit and resplendent with gold. The three of them walked past countless golden pillars and arrived at the center of the hall.

The most eye-catching feature in the hall is a huge screen, about ten feet high, with canvas as the fan and mahogany as the beam, painted with water and moonlight, mist and rain.

With the painting of the moon reflected in the water behind them, several people had already arrived in the hall. They had different appearances and ages, but as soon as the three of them stood still, they all turned their gazes toward them.

Instantly, Yao Han felt several incredibly powerful divine senses sweep over him, as if he had been thoroughly examined. He felt a chill run down his spine and shivered violently. He forced himself to bow and pay his respects.

Among the crowd present, only five people were sitting upright in the master's chair. Yao Han didn't need to look closely to know that these five people were probably all Core Formation cultivators!

Fortunately, these spiritual senses came and went quickly. Before long, Yao Han felt his body lighten and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he have time to look at the group of people.

The person in the very center was a middle-aged male cultivator with a beard, a handsome face, wearing a simple blue robe, and three dazzling spirit rings on his fingers.

Lin Caichi stepped forward and bowed to the man. The man responded with an "uh-huh," and Lin Caichi walked over and stood behind him.

Yao Han pondered to himself that this must be the current head of the Water Moon Palace, the Still Water Immortal Wu Buyi.

To his right sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, his white hair neatly combed, wearing a silver-black Taoist robe with celestial constellations embroidered on the sleeves.

He held a cup of hot tea, sipping it slowly and deliberately, blowing on it as he spoke:

"Qiguang, Fenzhu, Feixia, Lianjian... Is this all for today? Where are the other old guys?"

The old man stepped down to a woman in palace attire, dressed in gorgeous clothes and adorned with gold and silver. She was dressed more like a worldly noblewoman than a practitioner of spiritual cultivation. She was plump and had exceptionally long and slender eyebrows and eyes.

Hearing the old man's question, she chuckled and replied:

"Some are in seclusion, some are traveling, and the only ones in the palace who still have the mind to take on disciples are probably just a few of us."

To Master Wu's left sat a woman who appeared to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful face, delicate eyebrows, and hair as white as clouds. She wore an elegant light gauze dress and sat upright, with a faint shimmering light emanating from her body.

Behind her stood a young girl dressed in a disciple's robe. Yao Han was stunned for a moment when he saw her.

Why is it Fang Tingyu?

Didn't she say she didn't have time to return and told the two of them to go first?

How come this girl came back faster than them?

Fang Tingyu seemed to notice Yao Han's gaze, met his eyes for a moment, then looked away, maintaining a serious expression.

But Yao Han clearly detected a hidden excitement in her eyes.

Based on what he had heard from Jiuyin Market, Yao Han strongly suspected that this person had asked them to come to Shuiyue Palace on their own so that they could come early to watch the drama unfold.

In that case, the person sitting in front of her should be Yingxi Zhenren from Feixia Island.

To Yingxi's left sat a male cultivator. He was in his early twenties, handsome and dashing, tall and slender with a distinct jawline. He wore a crimson fitted outfit and carried a three-foot-long sword wrapped in gray cloth on his back. The half-bloomed lotus mark on his forehead was eye-catching.

He was sitting with his legs crossed, having just been drinking tea, when he suddenly looked up:

"Wait a minute, there seems to be another person in this room."