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

"She never knew the village, she just wanted to..."

"Stop talking!" Luo Xue growled and interrupted him.

At this moment, the face of the cultivator who had always respected her master the most was filled with pain. Even though so much time had passed, she was still torn apart, and every inch of her bones was soaked with guilt.

"Their blood was right in front of me... the elderly, the children, and the young people who brought me fruits and vegetables... they died in front of me!"

"Don't excuse me, this is my sin..."

The face of the leader of Qingyun Sect suddenly turned pale. It was not until this moment that he finally looked directly into the eyes of his disciple again.

Painful, sharp... It turned out that everything had changed beyond recognition while he was still unaware.

It is impossible to see blood as the magic weapon has exploded and turned into ashes.

Ling You guessed something and carefully grasped Fan Ning's hand which was extended to him again, feeling mixed emotions.

Fan Ning asked him, "Are you sad too?"

Ling You shook his head, looked at the Qingyun Sect's leader who had been silent for a long time, and said, "I just didn't expect that he would show such an expression."

He has done so many things for the sacred tree... This sect leader who keeps calling himself a "genius" must have actually already fallen in love with his master and disciple, right?

If we had known today, why did we do it in the first place?

Perhaps the master's so-called concealment for her own good was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Luo Xue.

The inner demon has eaten away at Luo Xue's spirit, repeatedly tearing apart the wounds that should have slowly healed, dragging her into the abyss. To this day, even Luo Xue herself, who is suffering from it, has forgotten the original truth of the matter.

"You just want to solve my troubles..."

The boomerang finally hit Meng Yiheng himself.

He claimed to be the leader of the Qingyun Sect, and treated talented people differently, elevating them to high positions... It was precisely because of this that his disciples fell irretrievably.

Meng Yiheng witnessed this fall with his own eyes.

...He remembered that this was the child he had brought with him since childhood. When she first became his disciple, she just wanted to make a magical instrument that could better protect the cultivator's soul.

She was so young at that time, and even such a goal was just the result of a child's innocence.

How ridiculous... The little girl, who was not even as tall as his waist, witnessed a cultivator's soul being torn apart after a tribulation. She was so scared that she couldn't sleep all night. The first thing she said when she saw him was to protect her powerful master.

"I was wrong," Meng Yiheng fell into memories. The more sober he became, the sadder he felt.

Luo Xue had already fallen into madness, and the gauze in her hand was unconsciously crushed into powder.

"Luo Xue!" Meng Yiheng was shocked and immediately took out his magic weapon to restrain her, "Don't let it go—!"

"It's too late," Fan Ning sighed and stood up. The current development was obviously beyond her expectations.

Meng Yiheng stared at her and shouted, "The sacred tree! The sacred tree can save her..."

That righteous tone again.

Ling You, who was originally a little emotional, calmed down instantly and blocked Fan Ning behind him with his hands.

"First, the sacred tree only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Secondly..." Fan Ning popped his head out and said calmly, "I don't intend to save someone who doesn't intend to live."

Meng Yiheng was very anxious, and even used a pleading tone for the first time: "Now is not the time to talk about this..."

"When will that be? When I'm no longer useful to you?"

Fan Ning was puzzled: "What gave you this illusion? When I came here, I didn't say I wanted to take my things with me?"

"Haven't I already pointed out the crux of the matter to you? If you can find a way to solve it, wouldn't that be helping her again?"

Ling You said, "You've managed to hold on until now despite the erosion of your inner demons. As long as you can untie the knot in your heart, maybe you can take a few life-saving pills and survive."

"But they're already dead!"

The struggling and tearing sounds within the magical instrument became more and more intense. Just listening to it was almost agonizing.

Luo Xue's white hair was dyed red with blood. She seemed to have lost all her sanity. Even though her body subconsciously wanted to change the current situation, all she said was a hoarse roar.

"So what if I'm dead? Revealing the truth, giving those innocent people some peace, or even asking the Buddhists to chant sutras to save their souls... these are things a living person can do."

The people inside the magic weapon gradually quieted down.

Maybe she was tired, or maybe she was just listening calmly.

"Master," a faint blue spirit gathered in front of several people.

"Is this also a spiritual weapon?" Ling You took another look and noticed that the spirit's lips were moving as it said something to its master.

The sound was not loud enough for them to catch, but Meng Yiheng was stunned after hearing it.

"It doesn't look like good news," Fan Ning sighed and lazily raised his eyelids, as if he was looking at him, but also as if he was not looking at anyone.

"After all, a disciple isn't worth it. Luo Xue, a mere figure, can't do anything except stab herself with the tip of the knife."

Meng Yiheng closed his eyes, his expression painful, "I am the leader of Qingyun Sect, Qingyun Sect cannot..."

"Then shouldn't you be happier about the current situation, Master Sect Leader?" Fan Ning interrupted him, looking up at the dawn outside the window. She finally yawned out of boredom.

"That incident will eventually be buried because of the passing of those who knew about it... and you are now killing the last conscientious eyewitness."

"Let's go," Ling You called her from the door. His anger had not subsided yet, and he could not bear to hear Meng Yiheng trying to argue.

"Don't focus on other people's Qiankun bags. Don't expect others to get involved in Qingyun Sect's own mess."

"...Haven't you learned enough from the previous lesson?"

Fan Ning patted his shoulder as a comforting gesture, then smiled, somewhat teasingly, "Don't you want to pay attention to your superficial work now?"

"Tsk, he can't go past the Sect Leader to attack me," Ling You said, feeling somewhat helpless, but his expression relaxed. "Let's go back first. These matters...are a bit too involved."

If the leader of Qingyun Sect was not too busy with his own affairs, they might have been left behind and it would be unknown when they would be able to get out of this door.

"Don't leave!" Meng Yiheng roared at them.

A layer of haze quickly flashed across his eyes, and he quickly turned the chain on the outside of the magic weapon towards the two people who were about to walk out of the door.

"Not good, not good..." Fan Ning muttered twice, without dodging, he pulled Ling You and faced him head-on.

Ling You subconsciously blocked her, and the next second, a clear light exploded in front of his eyes.

"This is……"