Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

The plan to attack Qingyun Sect at night was put on Fan Ning's table, but after she made the decision, she was not in a hurry.

The three of them returned to the cabin together. As soon as they poked their heads out, they ran into two people who were arguing about something. Qin Mingzheng's usually gentle face showed a hint of anger, but when he noticed the three people approaching, he quickly calmed down.

"Miss Fan Ning," she nodded politely and handed a fully wrapped wooden box to Fan Ning, not leaving out the other two. "They are just ordinary things. I'll have to trouble you all for a long time on this trip, so these few things... are just my token of appreciation."

Fan Ning fiddled with the largest box in her hand, glanced at Gu Yuanzhou, who looked depressed before finishing his words, and smiled sweetly, "What are you talking about... I really welcome Ming Zheng to come often."

She nodded, and the two of them followed suit, looking like they were having a great time.

Only Gu Yuanzhou, who was out of tune with them, frowned. After a few pleasantries, he could no longer endure it and said to Qin Mingzheng in a low voice: "...How long will you continue like this?"

The smile that Qin Mingzheng had just revealed disappeared in an instant.

She looked at Gu Yuanzhou, who was no longer the old friend in her memory, and covered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

That was where the mark of resentment used to be, but now, it is as smooth as jade and no trace of it can be seen.

Qin Mingzheng did not mean to be shy. In fact, because everyone around her was more or less an insider, her tone was blunt and sharp.

"The grudge has been resolved, and the last person who witnessed our banter has passed away. It's time for us to reconsider moving forward."

She spoke calmly, but how could it be so easy?

The resentment mark can expand to that extent... Is it really just because it is difficult to solve?

Fan Ning didn't think so. Therefore, when she saw the hint of relief in Qin Mingzheng's eyes, she smiled especially brightly.

"If we go forward, this is a good place. I have a lot of business that I want to discuss with Miss Qin."

Fan Ning glanced at Gu Yuanzhou, who was standing next to him with a grim expression, and said something with a veiled meaning, "You won't lose money if you do business with me. When Miss Qin reaches a higher level... then you can have whatever you want, including people and things."

"..."

"Fan Ning," Ling You, who felt a hint of chill, immediately called a halt.

The premonition in his heart was not real, but Ling You still felt that if Fan Ning continued with this topic, the fire would sooner or later burn him.

...No, there is no need.

"Let's go in first. It's windy here." Ling You grabbed Fan Ning's wrist, slowly turned his head away under the latter's half-smile, and coughed lightly: "I can smell the fragrance. Aren't you curious about the goodies Miss Qin brought you?"

Jiang Biehe nodded and said, "I'll go back and sort out the herbs."

Qin Mingzheng smiled, and with this interruption, the originally tense atmosphere eased.

"They are just some worthless little things," she said gently. "After hearing that you were going to bother Miss Fan Ning, the girls in the building prepared some delicious food."

"Then I have to try it carefully," Fan Ning smiled, weighed the thing in his hand, and briefly let go of the person in front of him.

Fan Ning brought her people into the house and placed Qin Mingzheng on her side, a little distance away from the wooden house that Gu Yuanzhou had temporarily prepared.

As soon as I entered the room, the soft fragrance of medicine filled the air. There was also a wind chime hanging on the windowsill, swaying gently with the wind, and the mixed emotions in my heart seemed to have a breakthrough.

Qin Mingzheng was a little surprised: "This medicinal fragrance..."

"It's the sachet from before," Fan Ning continued, pointing to several porcelain bottles neatly placed on the table. "These are all pills I've refined over time. Some are gifts from Senior Sister Jiang."

"They are all things that warm and nourish the body."

Qin Mingzheng covered her mouth, the smile in the corner of her eyes was genuine and gentle. She walked into the room prepared for her, and as she looked at it, her heart felt a little sour.

"This is my first time living in a sect like this," Qin Mingzheng smiled and explained, "After all, I don't have any talent in cultivation. Before this... I always felt that I would be out of place in a place like this."

Gu Yuanzhou was stunned for a moment, as if he was hearing this for the first time, and his eyes dropped: "Qingyun Sect...did anyone give you any trouble?"

"That's not the case." Qin Mingzheng looked at him, her eyelashes trembling. After a moment of silence, she said, "Even for your sake, no one will do anything to me."

after all--

Even if those people didn't remember her name, they would remember her face and remember that she was the "shadow" that always followed Gu Yuanzhou.

Fan Ning shook the wind chimes by the window, smiled, and made an inviting gesture towards her.

"Then please invite Miss Qin, the owner of Wangchun Tower, to stay here and experience the hospitality of Mingyue Peak... Well, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Ms. Fanning," Qin Mingzheng smiled and took over her slightly light words, "Please give me your guidance."

As soon as the words fell, the wind began to rise.

The fluttering skirt drew a sharp arc in the air. Qin Mingzheng was startled and her narrow eyes widened a little.

——There was light falling into my eyes.

"A Zheng..." Gu Yuanzhou's voice was a little hoarse. He subconsciously wanted to pull the sleeve of the person next to him, but it fell into the air.

"Ling You, I still have something to discuss with Ming Zheng. How about... you see the guests off for me?"

Ling You turned his gaze to Gu Yuanzhou.

Gu Yuanzhou seemed a little dissatisfied. His hand stretched in the air paused slightly, for one second, two seconds, three seconds... until one minute, and then it suddenly fell down as if it had lost its support.

Gu Yuanzhou's expression was a little dejected, but he didn't say anything else.

Fan Ning watched him walk away, thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Do you still want him?"

"..." Qin Mingzheng's smile faded a little, and he said, "I don't know."

Everything on the table was once so clear, but when it came time to make a choice, she was just a mute with no voice, unable to say anything.

"I don't have enough talent for cultivation. Gu Yuanzhou...was the 'place' my mother found for me."

Such words were obviously not pleasant to hear. Qin Mingzheng said this with a bitter smile, "If mother saw me like this, she would probably lose her mind again."

"But what can I do... She's living such a miserable life. If I can't even fulfill her last wish, then I—"

Fan Ning hugged her.

Just like a porcelain bottle filled with too much emotion suddenly broke, Qin Mingzheng's eyes were red and tears rolled down, wetting her cheeks, falling into her sleeves, and disappearing in her heart.

"Have you always been suffering from these things?" Fan Ning's tone was very calm, and it didn't sound like he was comforting anyone.

Qin Mingzheng burst into tears. Ever since she removed the resentment from her face that day, she has been thinking this way all the time, and she is in pain every minute and every second.

But no one told it.