Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Yao Han waved his hand and removed the soundproof barrier. The people who were chatting immediately stopped talking and looked at the brother and sister with expectant eyes.

He took a deep breath and stepped towards Master Chenhuan.

Master Chen Huan held his teacup, and although he didn't look at Yao Han, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

In contrast, Yingxi's expression stiffened and she sighed, while Xiao Muchen frowned and shook his head.

Master Wu and his disciple Lin Caichi remained expressionless and calm throughout. Among the younger generation present, only Fang Tingyu, standing behind Yingxi, showed a hint of disappointment on her face.

Fu Ying was beaming with joy, turning to the side with her hands clasped in front of her chest, ready to congratulate her senior brother.

But before he could express his joy, he heard Yao Han say:

"I appreciate Senior Chen Huan's kindness."

Fu Ying's expression froze, and she slowly withdrew her hand that she had just raised.

"I have long admired the reputation of Hidden Star Island. However, after much consideration, I still feel that the cultivation methods of Flying Cloud Island are more suitable for me to practice."

He bowed to Chen Huan, then turned and bowed to Ying Xi:

"If you, Master, do not abandon me, I am willing to serve as your disciple, diligently cultivate and study without ceasing, and live up to your kindness!"

After speaking, Yao Han bowed deeply to Ying Xi.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present instantly became quite interesting, almost a complete reversal.

Master Chen Huan remained calm, his emotions hidden, but Fu Ying from Burning Bamboo Island, who was rather naive, looked at Yao Han with a hostile gaze.

The sudden surge of pressure sent a chill down Yao Han's spine. Without even looking, he knew he was being targeted by some Core Formation cultivator.

He sighed inwardly.

There's no way around it; everything in the world is balanced, and there are always gains and losses.

The six sects have stood in Dongling for so many years, and their profound foundation is unmatched by ordinary sects. However, the price they pay is that while they are prosperous, there are constant open and covert struggles within the sects.

This is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and the constant law of the Dao. If you want to become a cultivator of the six sects, you have to pay a certain price.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there will be conflict. People call immortals gods, but as long as they haven't become immortals, they are still just cultivators. To put it bluntly, they are just people who have lived a long time and know a little bit of magic.

Humans have seven emotions and six desires, and they have grudges and affections. Human nature is like this, and he is no exception to the common customs.

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze on his face, and his body felt lighter, as the heavy pressure instantly vanished.

Yao Han was startled and looked up. It turned out that it was Yingxi Zhenren who waved his hand to dispel the spiritual pressure and protected him with just a finger.

"Junior Sister Fu, how can you, a dignified Core Formation cultivator, hold a grudge against a junior? Don't you think it's beneath your dignity?"

Yingxi spoke indifferently, glancing at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying, who dared to argue with Xiao Muchen, dared not lash out now after being glanced at by Ying Xi. She shifted her body slightly awkwardly in the chair and turned her head to the other side.

"Hmph! She just wanted to test him. Senior Sister Su is certainly protective of her own!"

Yingxi withdrew her gaze, ignoring her, and when she looked at Yao Han, the corners of her mouth turned up again:

"Alright. From today onwards, you are my disciple, Su Yao. This 'Snowstorm Painting' is a high-grade magic weapon that combines offense and defense. It accompanied me for many years, but after I formed my core, I didn't use it for many years. You can use it for self-defense for now, as my initiation gift to you."

Seeing the scene of being protected just now, and looking at the painting tightly bound by red rope in front of him, Yao Han felt a warm current slowly flowing through his heart, and his mind was calm and peaceful.

For over a hundred years, this remnant of the demonic sect, this wandering, unaffiliated cultivator, has finally found a master.

Yao Han sincerely said:

"Thank you, Master."

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Wu, who was at the head of the group, nodded and looked at Ai Lan:

"Hmm. And this young friend Yao?"

Yao Ailan stood still, gave a slight bow, and said something that surprised Yao Han:

"From the day I embarked on this path, I resolved to eradicate all evil in this world and reduce suffering. If I can achieve my goal through the sword, I will die without regret!"

She turned and bowed to Xiao Muchen:

"Lan'er wishes to become your disciple, to enter the Lotus Sword Sect in this life, to cultivate swordsmanship, to purify herself of all evil, and to clarify her Daoist heart!"

"good!"

A glint flashed in Xiao Muchen's eyes, and he slapped the armrest, standing up from his chair.

With a flicker of red light, he grasped a long sword adorned with a red tassel in his palm. The hilt was intricately patterned with cloud motifs, and the blade was brand new and gleaming silver, making it quite impressive.

"This sword is named Danxiao. You can take it for now. Once you advance to the Foundation Establishment stage and formally become a disciple, I will take you to the Sword Pavilion to choose a sword!"

The moment the Danxiao Sword was revealed, Ailan's gaze was completely drawn to it.

She held the sword in her palm, gently stroking it, examining it for a long while before looking up at Xiao Muchen and smiling brightly:

"Thank you, Master!"

Xiao Muchen was very satisfied with Lan'er's performance. He smiled and nodded, patting her shoulder while raising an eyebrow at Fu Ying opposite him, looking rather smug.

Seeing that both siblings had been chosen by the other side, Master Chen Huan could no longer sit still. His usually calm face finally showed some emotion. He frowned slightly and looked at Fu Ying with a hint of dissatisfaction, his lips moving as if he were communicating telepathically.

Fu Ying also looked surprised, her expression somewhat unnatural. The two stared at each other for a moment, then Chen Huan let out a deep snort, flicked his robes, stood up, and bowed to the group:

"Congratulations on taking on new disciples. Since their decision to stay or leave has been made, I will not keep you company any longer. Let's meet again another day."

After saying that, he turned and left, with Fu Ying following closely behind.

Starlight flickered on Chen Huan's jet-black Daoist robe. He was halfway through casting his escape technique when he was suddenly stopped by Sect Leader Wu:

"Senior Brother Chen, and Senior Sister Su, please wait a moment. Our sect has other important matters to discuss with you two."

The two turned around at the same time, looked at each other, and nodded.

"In that case, Tingyu, you take Yao Han back to the island first and find a quiet cave to settle down. I'll come find you later."

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Tingyu agreed and walked towards Yao Han with a big smile:

"We've gained another junior brother. It seems Feixia Island is about to get lively. Junior Brother Yao, let's go."

Yao Han responded and was about to leave with her when he saw Ai Lan walking towards him with teary eyes:

"Brother...you must be happy in the future!"

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Yao Han's lips twitched:

"What nonsense are you spouting now, you little brat?"

"After I'm gone, you must take the fasting pills on time, and remember to feed Xiaoyuan..."

Xiao Muchen, listening from the side, was completely confused and didn't understand. Fang Tingyu, however, was quick-witted. With a quick twitch of her eyes and a smile on her lips, she asked Ai Lan:

"Junior Sister Lan'er, do you think you'll never see your brother again?"

"Isn't that right?"

She also remembered Yao Han telling him that they would have fewer opportunities to meet in the future.

Xiao Muchen suddenly realized, laughed heartily, and patted Ailan on the shoulder:

"Lotus Sword Island and Flying Cloud Island are very close. Even if you take the lowest grade flying sword, you can arrive in less than half an hour. As long as it does not interfere with your daily cultivation, you can visit each other anytime you want."

Alan's expression froze on his face.