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

Ling You thought about it and couldn't object to her words.

At least no matter what Fan Ning's original idea was, Shenmu gave it to him casually. All he asked for was a promise that he didn't know whether he would have the chance to use.

"Isn't this a losing business?" he asked.

Fan Ning smiled and said, "The sacred tree is not a necessity for me, so I'll just give it to you."

"The most important thing for people living in this world is to be happy~"

"You are quite free and easy," Ling You also smiled, and looked down at her narrowed eyes gently, the curve of his mouth becoming more and more dazzling.

"Master asked us to set off for Yongzhou City as soon as possible," Jiang Biehe suddenly interrupted. Elder Qian Jiangyue did not leave with them due to follow-up matters, but he still brought the message home.

The villagers’ affairs are big or small, but it cannot be the result of Fan Ning and others stirring up trouble - the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

Fan Ning naturally understood this principle, but she just never knew what it meant to avoid the spotlight.

"The Hundred Flowers Festival is approaching," Ling You joined in. He knew more than Jiang Biehe and was more aware of what hidden dangers Fan Ning had.

The number of demonic cultivators who have infiltrated the various sects in the world of immortal cultivation is by no means small. It is even very likely that they have already targeted Fan Ning based on some news that is neither true nor false.

Knowing what he was thinking, Fan Ning just smiled slightly.

——Forget about those small characters who were following her, she didn't even feel the slightest sense of crisis towards the Demon Lord himself.

I even feel deep down that the more disputes like this there are, the better.

Fan Ning: "Well then, Yongzhou is Senior Sister Jiang's hometown, so maybe a lot of interesting things will happen there."

"Senior Sister Jiang, please take us to see the scenery of Yongzhou City..."

Jiang Biehe retorted, "I'm not familiar with that place. I've never even seen the Hundred Flowers Festival in person before."

Although she was born into a powerful local family, the resources and care she received were minimal.

Those people were just like blood-sucking bugs clinging to her body, and she would be too embarrassed to even get her hands dirty by crushing them.

"Then let's go and take a look together," Fan Ning spread his hands, not intending to get to the bottom of this matter. Instead, he smiled with his eyes curved, "It's nice to relax occasionally."

Ling You didn't say anything, but he was a little suspicious.

Relaxed? ...Can such a thing really exist in Fan Ning?

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"..."

Silence, endless silence.

On the way to Yongzhou City, Ling You looked at the bandits who dared to charge at him with just a few blunt knives in their hands, and the corners of his mouth were about to fall.

But Fan Ning was still not calm. She looked at the knives with broken edges and showed a panic expression. The next second, she covered her mouth and screamed in a small, artificial way:

"Oh my, it looks like we're in big trouble!"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You, who didn't really want to go along with the performance, forced a smile. "Is this why you insisted on refusing Elder Qian's travel tool?"

Fan Ning held his wrist and calmly pushed the hidden weapon back. He then took a deep breath and said, "You, what do you want to do?"

The leading bandit sneered, and looked at the three people with his eyes as if he was measuring goods. Then his gaze fixed on Fan Ning's outstanding face.

"Don't hurt your face with this one. Leave it to the village chief. As for the other two..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, the scar on his mouth looking sinister and cruel. "Tie them all back to the village! From now on, the village chief will make the final decision! Brothers, this kind of stuff is extremely rare..."

Rare means valuable in the eyes of bandits. When the younger brothers following behind heard this, their eyes lit up and their faces showed ferocious intent.

"Yes!"

"Hurry up!"

"..."

Fan Ning dodged several attacks with a look of panic on his face, and also stopped Jiang Biehe from poisoning him.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Jiang Biehe's eyes, and he smiled imperceptibly. In the end, he chose to surrender like Fan Ning.

Ling You, who wanted to resist the most, looked aggrieved, but he couldn't hide Fan Ning's sudden bad taste, so he could only play along.

The three of them were tied up in the dark carriage. The voices of the younger brothers driving the car in front were audible to him. However, Fan Ning got bored after listening to a few words and yawned while leaning on Ling You's shoulder.

"It's boring."

Ling You broke free from the ropes and carefully protected her head. He felt even more helpless when he heard this: "They are just a few ordinary bandits. What's the point?"

Fan Ning: "Is it also a way to experience the local customs and culture?"

Ling You: "...What kind of customs and habits are there for bandits?"

He looked at Jiang Biehe, who had been silent, hoping to get his approval, and then he was caught off guard by a pair of extremely gentle eyes.

Jiang Biehe's gaze was still on Fan Ning. In just a few days, she had gone through some psychological changes, and her eyes had even become kind.

Like an elder looking at his childish younger generation.

Thinking of this, Ling You shuddered unconsciously.

The road to the mountain stronghold was not smooth. In just a short while of thinking, Ling You had already received several blows from Fan Ning on the head.

The soft hair gently wrapped around his fingertips, and Ling You felt a little itchy, as if waking from a dream. He couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "What kind of people are these? They can mess up a carriage like this..."

"They are all bandits, let them go."

Fan Ning smiled slightly, bent the fingers hanging at her side, and gently lifted them.

"Who, who is it! Dare to hit my head with a stone——"

"Bang," the second time it hit him right between the eyebrows.

"Hiss, who on earth is it! I'm going to catch you—Ah!"

The man's head hit the door frame as if it was being grabbed.

The younger brother who had also noticed the strangeness took a breath, thought for a moment, and carefully lowered his voice, saying angrily: "It must be a nosy cultivator! We've already given him the best stuff, but he still does this kind of thing..."

"Shut up!" The bandit who had just been baring his teeth calmed down. He lifted the curtain and glanced at the three people who seemed to be completely motionless, then spat out, "Those sect monks are all the same. It seems that we made too much noise last time, and he is warning us. That old bastard... Bah! When our village chief comes to our door, I will definitely take his head!"

"..."

The sound outside the curtain continued, but the volume gradually became smaller and there was no more useful information.

Fan Ning hadn't expected such a trick to come up. He sighed, "Things are really getting interesting."

"What sect is stationed here...?"

"The Qianle Sect specializes in cultivating music cultivators, but it's not considered a major sect," Jiang Biehe replied, his tone somewhat cold. "When I left Yongzhou City, they still needed help from other sects. They were completely insignificant."