Welcome Ying Isle's pride and lofty self-regard were renowned throughout the world. Yet however haughty and unruly its people might be, the island conducted itself honorably, especially its Direct Lineage disciples who cultivated "Li Thunder."
After testing him a little, Jia Hua felt thoroughly reassured about Li Fuchan.
Li Fuchan pondered for a moment, a hint of difficulty appearing on his face. "When I left the island, my elders merely told me to act as I saw fit. Qingyang or Chiling, Peaceful Way or anywhere else—it made no difference. But since I bear 'Li Thunder,' I must find a clean place to affiliate with, one that does not eat people, practice sinister arts, spread demonic corruption, or commit evil. Otherwise, my Dao attainment would suffer. Wouldn't that make it all pointless?"
Jia Hua could barely contain the delight on his face. He clapped his hands. "Then it can only be our Peaceful Way Abbey! When our founding patriarch named the abbey 'Peaceful Way,' that was precisely what he intended. From the Abbey Master down to every disciple, none cultivate by consuming blood qi. You can rest assured, fellow Daoist."
Li Fuchan inwardly scoffed.
Jia Hua indeed had no blood qi on him now. Perhaps because Li Fuchan had not schemed against him this time, he had avoided injury and could still maintain a semblance of decency.
But in the previous Tribulation Divination, the foul stench of blood qi on this man had been unmistakable even from a distance, though Li Fuchan had not yet cultivated "Li Thunder" then.
If even Jia Hua was like that, it was easy to imagine what sort of creature Quan Yong, the Abbey Master, was.
In the world as it stood, how many decent souls were there?
Still, that was all in the future. Jia