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

"Are you going to continue to ignore me like this..."

Jiangxue finally got rid of her hand covering her mouth, but her tone was still full of resentment.

Fan Ning pulled the rope in his hand and swung the man around again. Seeing that the pair of golden eyes had begun to sway, he kindly said, "It's not a good thing to be noticed by me."

Jiangxue pouts and refuses to speak.

Jiang Biehe didn't pay too much attention to the obvious rivalry between the two men. She walked towards Fan Ning and told him some of the news she had heard.

"There seems to be a place underground where people are being held captive. It should be related to the local garrison sect..."

Fan Ning glanced at Jiang Xue who had turned back, waved his hand, and asked directly, "Where are the people being held captive?"

"Your Highness Fan Ning, even if it's you, you can't expect me to work without giving any benefits..." Jiangxue's tone was much more normal, but there still seemed to be a hook hidden in his eyes. Even in this embarrassing situation, he couldn't stop him from showing his charm.

"You're right," Fan Ning nodded unexpectedly.

"Those cultivators, as expected, are related to you," she paused, then glanced coldly at Jiang Xue, whose expression was slightly odd, and casually guessed, "Could it be that you want to use them to improve your cultivation?"

"..."

"I don't have the same dirty thoughts as the previous village chief," Jiangxue smiled and blinked, her tone was no different from before.

But he did not deny such speculation.

Fan Ning suddenly realized and simply pointed out his hidden thoughts, "It's not dirty, so you stole other people's cultivation in a fair and open manner?"

Jiangxue didn't say anything this time.

Perhaps because the other party's tone was too light, he couldn't help but look over there.

Relying on absorbing other people's cultivation in exchange for promotion is extremely shameful. Even among the demon cultivators, only half can accept this method.

Everyone is afraid of becoming the victim, and no one wants to see others walking ahead of them in an "easy" way. Jiangxue has heard enough of those obscure, unpleasant, and despising words.

Even the demon cultivators under his command often cursed him in secret.

Although he would often fight back in a more sarcastic way.

However, none of the three people in front of him showed that kind of contemptuous look.

Fan Ning stopped talking after that, and even added thoughtfully: "I didn't expect to see such a practice method here. It looks more powerful than the previous one."

Jiang Biehe didn't have any opinion. When Fan Ning looked over, he nodded to indicate that he understood.

Ling You was even calmer. After a brief frown, the first thing that came out of his mouth was - "He's already like this and his cultivation hasn't improved much. Can he really be your little brother?"

Jiang Xue laughed in anger. Seeing Ling You's blatant disgust on his face, she couldn't help but say to Fan Ning, "Your Highness Fan Ning, do you think so too?"

"Don't you know my ability?"

His words were ambiguous. Fan Ning chuckled, but didn't make any other moves. She just said vaguely, "You never know. You're asking me for interest even for such a small piece of information... Could it really be of any great use?"

"I never ask for anything in return," Ling You hugged his shoulders and coldly blocked Jiang Xue's charming eyes.

"Okay, okay, His Highness Fan Ning really doesn't want to suffer any loss..." Jiang Xue was a little helpless. In the end, she didn't make any progress and pointed directly to the table in front of her right.

There was an unfinished painting on it, depicting a blood lotus blooming.

But the swirling river is very eerie. Although it is a powerful brushstroke, the moment it falls, it seems to be growing wildly and without any rules.

"Move that painting away..."

Ling You did as he was told.

"Click three times towards the mark in front of you on the right."

Jiang Biehe took action, and an extremely subtle sound came from underground.

And finally...

Jiang Xue suddenly looked at Fan Ning meaningfully and whispered, "You need my breath at the end... Your Highness Fan Ning, if you can let me kiss you——"

"Stab——" Ling You tore the painting in his hand into pieces with an expressionless face.

Fan Ning squatted down, ignoring the eye contact between the two, fumbled around a few times, and directly opened the last level.

Jiang Xue was not surprised at all, and even praised him, "As expected of His Highness Fan Ning, nothing can stump you."

Fan Ning, who had withdrawn his evil spirit without making any noise under the eyes of those around him, raised his eyebrows.

A second later, the person hanging upside down on the beam began to spin like a wooden top.

The sound of wind rustling sounded in his ears, Ling You's mouth corners curled up inadvertently, and he followed Fan Ning into the dark tunnel.

The underground and the luxurious upper floor are completely two different places. The further down you go, the more noticeable the humid air becomes. You can even faintly hear the sound of heavy chains dragging on the straw.

Ling You's expression changed slightly. After thinking for a while, he walked ahead of Fan Ning.

What caught the eye was the mess of monks lying on the ground. Both men and women seemed to be enduring great pain. Even those who were unconscious just frowned and did not look uneasy at all.

Jiang Biehe squatted down to feel the pulse of the female cultivator closest to him, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"They were poisoned," Jiang Biehe looked at Fan Ning, placed his hand on her pulse, and used his spiritual power to guide her to check her meridians.

"This kind of poison can't be developed in a day or two. They've been able to return to this point, so they must have used a short-term antidote to suppress it. However, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. The accumulated toxins have now penetrated deep into their lungs. Without the blessing of their cultivation, I'm afraid they're not far from death."

"Can he be saved?" Ling You raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Biehe with some doubt.

Jiang Biehe nodded first, then shook his head. "They can be saved, but the choice of antidote is complicated. I'm afraid there's a mixture of more than one drug in their bodies."

"If I could get a short-acting antidote directly, I would be able to tell the difference."

"It's a bit troublesome," Fan Ning thought for a moment, his eyes cold, as if he was weighing whether it was worth it for them to do so.

"If we go too deep into the Qianle Sect, we might not be able to make it to the Hundred Flowers Festival."

Ling You didn't say anything. After abandoning the rules that once bound him tightly, his cold side was obvious enough.

"They must have been abandoned by their own sects, right?" Ling You speculated. "We still don't know what exactly happened between them... If we make a rash choice, we'll only be asking for trouble."

"After all, we're just here to see the Hundred Flowers Festival, right?"

None of them could accurately understand the current situation of Qianle Sect, but this kind of thing obviously happened more than once or twice... Even if they are victims now, were they really completely ignorant of it in the past?

He saw that some of the people lying here did not look like ordinary disciples of the sect.

Even the clothes and styles are different.

It's been so long since the news spread, but there's been no sign of the Qianle Sect, which is not far from here, rushing to the rescue.

Besides... they are not saviors who will save anyone they see.

Savior……

For some reason, Ling You always had a bad feeling and even vaguely rejected this word.