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

In theory, Fan Ning is not a good person to talk to, but at this moment, she is incredibly gentle in Qin Mingzheng's eyes.

"If you keep worrying about this, it might not be that difficult to solve the problem."

Fan Ning held her hand, rubbing her palm with his warm fingertips, instantly taking away the dark and cold emotions that were entangled in Qin Mingzheng.

She said, "You still have feelings for Gu Yuanzhou. Since you can't just change someone, just be patient and get rid of the things you don't like about him."

Qin Mingzheng felt something was wrong and hesitated, "What do you mean...?"

"It's like cutting off a visible piece of rotten flesh. You're not completely without status in his heart, so why can't you ask him to change for you?" Fan Ning said, "Even if he can't, it's easy to solve. After all, you're asking for those things to change, not for him to be willing."

"If you can't do it, I can still lend a hand."

"!!"

"No, Miss Fan Ning..." Qin Mingzheng bit her lip. For some reason, the guilt that was almost overwhelming her heart dissipated a little, giving her a brief respite.

"Let's not do this. Gu Yuanzhou... doesn't seem to be guilty of such a crime."

Qin Mingzheng tried hard to force a smile, and when the person in front of him fell into deep thought, he racked his brains to think of alternative solutions.

Fan Ning, however, had a different opinion: "But I'm not a good person, so why should I care whether he's guilty or not?"

She looked at Qin Mingzheng leisurely, her eyes rolling in a teasing manner, "I've already told you, if you can't do it, I can do it for you. Didn't he do it once before? Although he recovered a little too quickly, as long as you master the pattern... Let him do it one, two, three, four, five times, there should be no problem."

Fan Ning said sincerely, "Don't worry, no one will die."

"..."

The originally gentle medicinal fragrance seemed to become solemn and murderous in an instant.

"I don't think I want him that much," Qin Mingzheng said. The difficulty of saving Gu Yuanzhou's brain was arduous. She nods to herself, "How about I choose to practice? Although I don't have talent, there are still ways out."

"It won't get any worse than it is now."

Her tone was soft, and in her anxious thinking, she vaguely remembered the back view that person had left for her.

——"If you can surpass Gu Yuanzhou, I won't care about you like this."

That was what her mother said when she and Gu Yuanzhou had a conflict.

Qin Mingzheng could no longer remember what the quarrel was about, but she still remembered what happened afterwards.

It was he who was forced by his mother to apologize to Gu Yuanzhou.

But... no matter what my mother was thinking when she said this, maybe it was just a casual remark made in anger.

But at least now, she was desperate and thought of the second option.

It couldn't get any worse.

Although mentioning cultivation was something she once avoided.

"Cultivation talent..." Fan Ning paused for a moment before suddenly saying, "Is this thing really as important as you think?"

Qin Mingzheng was a little confused, and subconsciously continued: "It's very important, right? Qingyun Sect accepts disciples, and those without talent can only be menial disciples with nothing."

"What if I say that before the thunder tribulation arrived, I had absolutely no talent for cultivation, as you would call it?"

Qin Mingzheng: "But... isn't it due to some unique skills?"

"Have the rumors gotten this far?" Fan Ning pinched his chin, his brows raised. "Not at all. My spiritual veins are naturally blocked. No amount of cultivation can cure it, right?"

"Even now, after being tempered by the Heavenly Thunder, my spiritual veins are still not considered to be gifted."

Fan Ning saw clearly that even if the spiritual power she had accumulated before gave her the appearance of rapid progress and constant breakthroughs, that kind of thing would eventually run out.

Perhaps the greatest ability is to reach the stage of distraction?

That was not the ending she expected.

Fan Ning released her hand and did not continue the conversation.

She only said this lightly, and then there was no sound.

“But I’ve never lost.”

Perhaps for Qin Mingzheng in front of him, this is enough.

"Okay, Miss Fanning," Qin Mingzheng said in a higher voice, as if she had regained her spirits. "Are you ready?"

“…your business.”

-

"So, you really just enlightened her?" Ling You looked at Fan Ning, who had a calm expression, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say to make her become like this?"

It's like the gentle breeze that has been blowing all the time has been forcibly coated with a layer of sugar!

"It's just temporary," Fan Ning saw through it at a glance, but when her eyes fell on Gu Yuanzhou, who was obviously at a loss, she still smiled a little, "There will be many interesting days in the future."

Ling You felt that this sentence was not very nice to some people.

But he didn't have time to say more.

Because—Jiang Biehe came over with two medicine bowls.

"The pills have lost some of their effectiveness," Jiang Biehe explained, handing the bowl with the lighter color to Fan Ning first.

Ling You questioned: "Why is it different?"

"You didn't resist the thunder tribulation head-on," Jiang Biehe said in a cold voice. He glanced at him and continued, "The medicinal materials are limited, so the color of the leftovers will be darker."

“But the effect is no different.”

Ling You: “…”

Ling You took the bowl, his expression indescribable. "If the medicine doesn't make any difference, why bother with it?"

Jiang Biehe didn't say anything, but just fed a sugar pill to Fan Ning, who had swallowed the medicine and looked unhappy.

A sweet feeling pressed against the tip of her tongue. Fan Ning behaved well for a rare moment, and then... she set her eyes on Ling You's bowl of medicine.

Ling You obviously thought of something. His hand holding the medicine bowl paused for a moment, but he still swallowed it.

"Hey, don't vomit..."

Fan Ning smiled and covered his mouth. Looking at his suddenly wide eyes, she said helplessly, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

No, this is obviously not ordinary suffering.

No wonder this bowl of medicinal soup is so deep, it doesn’t contain any leftovers, it’s Jiang Biehe’s partiality that he has nowhere to put!

"Okay, have some candy."

The sugar pill that popped out of his sleeve was pressed by Fan Ning into his tongue, which had almost lost its sense of taste.

The flesh on his cheeks was pinched again, and Ling You's expression twisted for a moment.

"Is it still bitter?" Fan Ning poked his face.

Ling You was helpless: "Why don't you try it yourself? This kind of... um?"

In the blink of an eye, before he could finish his words, Fan Ning suppressed him with both his body and his voice.

Another light kiss.

Fan Ning pressed down her lips that were filled with moisture and nodded lightly, "Yeah, it's really bitter."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You once again spoke weakly, sighing, "I'm not talking about that kind of taste..."

Jiang Biehe pointed out: "You are laughing happily."

Ling You was furious: "...You don't even need to say that!"