"Esteemed guests, this establishment conducts respectable business. Please, be seated and enjoy the performance. Refrain from disturbing the enjoyment of others," a waiter approached, attempting to mediate.

"We've entered your tavern and paid for our drinks, making us your masters. We can do whatever we please. Get out of our way, old man!" another ruffian jumped forward, grabbing the waiter's collar and speaking with a sneer.

"What the esteemed guests say makes sense, but if you cause such a disturbance, you'll scare away the other patrons. How will our tavern stay in business? You look unfamiliar; are you from out of town? The owner of our tavern is the esteemed Jin, a prominent figure in this city. Esteemed guests, consider this carefully. Offending our owner is not a wise course of action," the waiter replied calmly, showing no fear.

The ruffians turned their gazes toward the richly dressed youth.

"Esteemed Jin? You mean Jin Fugui, that fellow? He's just a minor manager under the Jinlong Gang. How dare he call himself 'esteemed' in front of this young master?" The youth sneered, his hand still clutching the girl in azure robes, as if holding a small rabbit.

"You're from the Jinlong Gang?" A hint of panic appeared on the waiter's face.

"Blind dog! This is the only son of the Jinlong Gang's leader!" The ruffian holding the waiter shoved him forcefully to the ground.

The waiter stared blankly, lying on the ground, trembling all over.

The richly dressed youth looked at the girl in azure, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He had seen many women, but such a delicate and innocent beauty was a rare sight.

"Ahem! Clear everyone else out!" The youth commanded in a low growl.

The other patrons in the tavern instantly turned pale. Without needing to be told twice, they scrambled down the stairs, leaving the tavern empty except for Han Li and Zi Ling in the distance.

"If you don't want trouble, get lost!" a ruffian roared at them.

Zi Ling had transformed into a plain-looking woman, not attracting the attention of the ruffians.

Han Li's eyes turned slightly cold. The storyteller's performance had stirred up distant memories, giving him a sudden insight, only to be interrupted by these people.

"Disruptive," he muttered, flicking a finger at the chopstick holder on the table.

The chopstick holder barely moved, then returned to stillness.

Suddenly, blood splattered from the ruffians' hands. Each of their wrists was pierced through with a chopstick.

"Aaaaah!" Only then did they react, clutching their wrists and screaming.

The richly dressed youth was the same, his wrist pierced by a chopstick, causing him to release the girl in azure.

The girl stared blankly at the scene before her, then rushed to the storyteller's side, helping him up.

"Let's go," Han Li stood up, placed a small ingot of silver on the table, and walked toward the stairs.

Zi Ling smiled slightly, rose, and followed.

Fearing retaliation from the youth, the storyteller and his granddaughter hurriedly descended the stairs as well.

The youth and his ruffians were in too much pain to stop them.

"Benefactor, please wait!" Just as Han Li and Zi Ling exited the tavern, the storyteller and his granddaughter caught up.

Han Li's expression flickered, and he stopped.

"Thank you, benefactor, for your assistance today. If Xiao Cui had fallen into their hands, her only path would have been death," the storyteller bowed to Han Li.

The girl in azure robes knelt with a "thump," kowtowing to Han Li in gratitude.

Han Li was about to tell them to rise when his expression suddenly shifted, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Han?" Zi Ling asked softly.

"It was a mere act of kindness. No need to be so polite," Han Li immediately regained his composure, waving his sleeve, an invisible force lifting the two of them to their feet.

The two looked at Han Li with a mix of awe and respect.

"Those people seem to have powerful backing. You should leave quickly. I can save you once, but not a second time," Han Li said.

"Those people are from the Jinlong Gang. The Jinlong Gang's influence spreads throughout Tie Prefecture. If they seek revenge, where can we escape to?" The storyteller looked distraught.

"Your accents are different from the people of Yushan City. You must be from elsewhere. Where is your hometown?" Han Li asked.

"My grandfather and I are from Qing Prefecture. Because of the famine in our hometown, we fled here," the girl in azure robes said.

"Qing Prefecture? Is that where two large rivers run parallel?" Han Li asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," the girl in azure hesitated, then nodded.

"Where in Qing Prefecture is your home? Tell me in detail, and describe the surroundings near your house carefully," Han Li asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The girl in azure and the storyteller exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully described their hometown and the situation around their home.

"I see. So the thatched hut with the large willow tree in front of the door is your house," Han Li chuckled.

The girl in azure and the storyteller were stunned. They hadn't mentioned the willow tree in front of the door in their description. How did this man know?

"Let's go. I'll take you home." Han Li waved his sleeve, a golden light enveloping the two, then flashed.

Their eyes were instantly filled with golden light, their bodies becoming incredibly light, as if floating in the air.

The next moment, their feet were firmly back on the ground, the surrounding golden light had disappeared, and their vision returned to clarity.

But the surroundings had changed drastically, no longer in Yushan City, but in a small lakeside village.

Han Li and Zi Ling were nowhere to be seen.

Not far ahead were three thatched huts, with a lush weeping willow tree planted in front of the door, its leaves swaying in the wind.

"This is our old home..." The girl in azure and the storyteller stared in disbelief, rubbing their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"The famine in your hometown seems to have passed. Here is some silver. Live well in your hometown from now on," Han Li's voice echoed from above, and a silver ingot fell from the sky, landing in the old man's hand.

"Thank you, Immortal! My grandson and I will definitely build a longevity tablet for you and worship you day and night!" The storyteller snapped out of his daze and bowed respectfully to the void.

The girl in azure hurriedly knelt and kowtowed repeatedly.

In mid-air, Han Li and Zi Ling stood in the void.

"Brother Han, I didn't expect you to have such a chivalrous heart, not only saving the grandfather and granddaughter but also sending them back to their hometown," Zi Ling said with a light laugh.

Han Li didn't speak, but closed his eyes, as if sensing something, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

"Brother Han, what makes you so happy?" Zi Ling asked, surprised to see Han Li like this.

"Zi Ling, I've found the opportunity to sever my Good Avatar," Han Li quickly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"Really? What opportunity?" Zi Ling asked, both surprised and delighted.

Han Li didn't speak, but pointed to the two below.

"You mean helping others is beneficial for sensing your Good Avatar?" Zi Ling said, her beautiful eyes flashing.

Han Li nodded with a smile.

Earlier, he had unintentionally helped the grandfather and granddaughter escape the entanglement of the Jinlong Gang's men. When the two thanked him, he sensed an intangible substance wrapping around him, causing the bottleneck in his sensing of his Good Avatar to loosen slightly.

As for Han Li later sending the grandfather and granddaughter back to their hometown, it was just to verify his feeling. Sure enough, when the two thanked him a second time, another intangible force spread out.

However, for some reason, the second intangible force was much smaller than the first.

"That's right, helping others is doing good. I remember you said, Brother Han, that it was because your understanding of the true meaning of 'Good' was not deep enough that you couldn't sense your Good Avatar. By helping others, you can deepen your understanding of 'Good' and thus be helpful in severing your Good Avatar," Zi Ling was also an intelligent person, instantly understanding the reasoning.

"That's exactly right. Now that I've found a way, it'll be easy," Han Li laughed softly, then his enormous spiritual sense suddenly spread out, sweeping in all directions.

His Spirit Refining Art had reached the sixth level, and his spiritual sense had greatly increased again, with a greatly increased range of exploration, actually covering half of the Flying Wing Immortal Region.

With Han Li's Spirit Refining Art reaching the sixth level, not only had the range of spiritual sense greatly increased, but the accuracy had also greatly improved. Within the range of his spiritual sense, countless cultivators and even the actions of ordinary people were all in his eyes, many of whom were being bullied like the storyteller and his granddaughter.

He formed a hand seal, and golden lightning emerged, enveloping the two.

With a flash of lightning, the two figures disappeared without a trace.

…

In Feilu Prefecture, on a certain mountain road, a group of masked bandits blocked a team of escort carriages, swords and shadows flashing, engaged in a fierce battle.

The bandits were numerous and launched a surprise attack from the dangerous terrain of the mountain road, and the escort guards were quickly killed and wounded. Only a burly old man resembling a leader led the last two escorts, still fighting fiercely against enemies several times their number.

With two screams, the last two escorts were stabbed several times and fell into a pool of blood.

A trace of pain flashed in the burly old man's eyes, but he didn't stop. He wildly swung the large ghost-headed saber in his hand, the saber light arrayed, forcing all the surrounding bandits away.

"Xiang Zong, the people of your Flying Tiger Escort Agency are all dead. Why don't you kowtow and beg for mercy? If we are happy, we might spare your life." Outside the battle circle, a tall bandit holding two sabers laughed loudly.

"Liu Sandao, kill if you want to kill! I, Xiang Zong, stand tall and upright, how can I bow to scum like you!" The burly old man's left arm was already injured, half his body was covered in blood, but he was still awe-inspiring and showed no signs of decline.

"Good! As expected of the chief guard of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency, with an extraordinary spirit. But being a person must not only have spirit but also be aware of the times. Since the chief guard is eager to die, then I will fulfill you!" The tall bandit sneered and waved his hand.

Several bandits beside him stepped forward, each taking out a three-foot-long giant crossbow from behind, with a dozen arrows loaded on the crossbow box, aiming at the burly old man and pulling the trigger.

The sound of "swish swish" rose sharply!

Hundreds of arrows shot out, raining down on the burly old man.