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

Ling You was rarely really angry. He recalled the people surrounding Fan Ning in his mind and felt a little aggrieved.

Fan Ning was unusually obedient and didn't move. He just blinked his eyes, looking like he was still letting him do whatever he wanted.

Ling You fell silent in an instant.

He looked at Luo Xue, who was pleading in front of him, and then looked at Fan Ning, whose expression was so clear that it was hard to tell how much rationality she had left. Finally, he powerlessly lowered his hand, wanting to make the choice for her.

"Forget it," Ling You scratched his hair and sat down in front of Luo Xue again.

His expression was still bad, but he finally looked a little willing to sit down and listen.

"I can't make the decision for her. Please continue."

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Ling You said this with a gloomy look on his face, holding Fan Ning's hand tightly, like a wolf ready to rush forward and drive away the enemy at any time.

If a cultivator wantonly harms mortals, the subsequent cause and effect may turn into a disaster.

Although Luo Xue wasn't an ordinary person, she had the Qingyun Sect behind her! Furthermore, Fan Ning didn't enter the Dao through killing, so getting stained with blood was meaningless and without benefit.

What if Luo Xue harbors resentment after her death?

If Fan Ning wanted to do it herself, it would be fine, but being coerced into doing it like this...

"Do you really think you're a good person?"

Fan Ning touched it and nodded: "I am indeed gentle and kind... huh?"

Ling You covered her mouth expressionlessly, "No, you'd better stop talking."

He was angry and changed his usual attitude, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Fan Ning was silent, and Luo Xue, who had witnessed the entire process, sighed and explained apologetically:

"I should have died long ago. I carry... more than a dozen lives on my shoulders."

Two pairs of eyes fell on her. Luo Xue covered her heart and fell into painful memories.

"I once made a magical weapon that could absorb the heretical demonic energy within a radius of a hundred miles, but if the capacity is overloaded, it will cause self-destruction..."

That was a long time ago.

She accidentally heard a conversation between her master and other sect leaders, in which they mentioned the demonic energy that was deeply rooted in a small village. The place was remote and the road was dangerous. The villagers there were particularly hostile to foreign cultivators, thinking that the cultivators would destroy the place where they lived. No matter what the sect promised, they refused to agree to leave.

Then, she made this magical weapon.

There was a half-spirit inside, and if time hadn't been so tight, it could have been even more perfect.

The master praised her highly, and even the uncle who had been indifferent to the secular world for a long time cast a rare glance at her.

Being a weapon refiner does require talent, but one cannot be a jack of all trades.

What Master-uncle is best at is providing magical instruments for cultivators, like this one which is specifically designed to absorb demonic energy... There has never been anyone like it before her.

"Master took the magical instrument away... After the villagers knew they didn't have to move it, they became much friendlier to me. They also understood the danger of this matter, and they even spontaneously offered me some of their own fruits and vegetables when they saw me."

"But they are all dead," Luo Xue closed her eyes in pain, as if she remembered the village that turned to ashes in front of her. The people inside were even smiling without realizing it at the last moment.

"They are all dead because of me."

"Even though the sect leaders had already estimated the amount of demonic energy, this shouldn't have happened... yet it still exploded."

Luo Xue gasped with difficulty, and just telling the story again felt like her throat was being strangled. Tears fell from her lifeless eyes, each one hitting the wound that could no longer heal.

Hearing this, Ling You's expression gradually became serious. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Such a big thing... I don't think I've ever heard of it before?"

"Because Master hid those who died for me."

Luo Xue lost all expression on her face, like a porcelain doll. Everything about her began to lose color, and even... became as white as white.

Her voice was quiet, but every word was filled with tears, like a cry. "Just because I'm what they call a 'genius'? Is the reputation of a genius more important than a real life?"

"If I die sooner..."

"Maybe it won't be any better," Fan Ning suddenly said. She propped her chin up with both hands, looking tired, as if she was about to fall asleep. "Even if you die, they won't come back to life."

"There's no point in thinking about something that's impossible," Fan Ning asked calmly, "Do you really think this is the end?"

"What good is having another life piled on top of those bones? You've been out of sight for a long time now. It's easy to erase your death as well."

Luo Xue lowered her eyes and said sullenly, "But I have no other choice. I can't refine any more weapons, and I can't face my master who protected me like this... My life is no longer of any use."

The white hair by her ears was blown into the air, and the white gauze held in her hand also fluttered.

"If there's no use for it, then create something interesting yourself," Fan Ning said. "For example, if I go and kill the sect leader outside, and then you regard me as an enemy, and you stand up to avenge your master..."

Ling You: "How badly do you want to kill him?"

"Just think about it a little bit," Fan Ning pointed at the distance of his knuckles, and then added: "At least I can be considered a kind person."

“…” Ling You silently swallowed all the words he wanted to say.

"You are not drunk after all," Luo Xue smiled. Her tears had not dried yet, but they finally stopped falling.

"Master...it's all for me."

"So you don't even want to call me Master?" Fan Ning exposed him.

Luo Xue was silent for a while, then suddenly closed her eyes tiredly.

"I just can't face it." She couldn't face the fact that her master, who treated her so well, could ignore so many lives behind her back. She couldn't point the blunt knife that stabbed into her heart at him, so she could only let all the hatred and pain rot in her chest. "If it weren't for me..."

"It's none of your business!"

A voice filled with wind and snow came from outside the door.

Luo Xue turned around in surprise and looked directly into those complicated eyes.

It was the sect leader she mentioned.

The other party had no idea how long he had been eavesdropping outside, perhaps long enough to see through the scars hidden in her heart.

"metropolitan……"

The wind seemed to be getting louder, and Luo Xue felt a little tinnitus.

Otherwise, how could he have heard the Sect Master's apology? He was clearly such an unyielding person...

"It's my fault," the leader of Qingyun Sect finally walked in. He seemed to have made up his mind and took the initiative to look at the two people sitting on the side.

"Luo Xue... lied to you."

His voice was heavy, "She has no idea what I want from that magical weapon."