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

Jiang Biehe was not in a hurry to express her opinion. She made a clear distinction. They were not the ones who made the judgment now.

Fan Ning pinched his chin and pretended to be in deep thought.

"Qianle Sect..." She glanced at Ling You's expression and smiled. "For the time being, this is none of our business. Let's pass the message to Master first."

"I guess she doesn't have anything important to do lately... maybe she'd be happy to find something to do."

She glanced at Jiangxue openly, and Jiangxue smiled, accepting the advance notice of friendship. She then waved her hand and did not force anything: "Don't worry, Your Highness Fanning, I have no bad intentions."

He added with an innocent smile, "Well, I will naturally do what His Highness Fan Ning has instructed me to do. As for what happened today..."

"I won't do anything unnecessary."

But if someone is stupid enough and really wants to crash into it, he won't stop him.

After all, even if the King of Hell wants him to die at midnight, it can't stop some people from wanting to die early.

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The three of them arrived at the best inn in Yongzhou City before dawn.

As expected, the letter for help sent out has not received a reply yet.

"Looks like we have to be careful. Who knows, we might become a thorn in someone's side..."

Fan Ning lazily lay on the table, fumbling with a booklet, and yawned with some boredom.

"The Hundred Flowers Festival is approaching, and more and more people are coming," Ling You noticed the atmosphere in the city. Even in the early morning, he could still vaguely see the figures of some cultivators.

Monks do not need sleep often, and people like Fan Ning who just eat and drink are rare exceptions.

"Maybe he's been recognized by someone with ulterior motives, but I don't know who it is."

Ling You looked at Jiang Biehe who was completely motionless, and recalled a servant who ran away with wide eyes when he saw them, and he also had a guess in his mind.

"They are from the Li family," Jiang Biehe said calmly, pointing to the inn without any hesitation, "This is also their property."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You was puzzled: "You just put yourself under their noses like this?"

Jiang Biehe nodded and analyzed rationally, "The Li family is just a wealthy local businessman. Apart from the inn they run, other relatively comfortable places are closely related to the Qianle Sect."

Choose the lesser of two evils. Qianle Sect is despicable itself, so it is not completely impossible that it will secretly attack these upright sects.

Fan Ning muttered, "Or I'll just poke their eyes out later. It's better to strike first!"

Ling You: “…”

"No," he said helplessly, but still stopped her, "This kind of proactive picking on people is just ordinary people... It's bad for our reputation."

Although it has no reputation at all.

But considering that Fan Ning would make a big move, Ling You whispered, "If you can't stand it, just put him in a sack and beat him up. There's no way he'll be identified anyway."

Fan Ning thought this was a good idea.

After all, she did not miss the glance of the shopkeeper downstairs. This Li family... was probably not a good family.

But the truth is often even more outrageous than expected.

Just two hours later, a group of impatient figures woke up the three people upstairs.

The monks have keen senses, especially when it comes to this kind of obvious and powerful malice.

Fan Ning leaned on the window, staring at the old man in the lead without blinking, and poked Jiang Biehe beside him.

"The Patriarch of the Li family?" Jiang Biehe hesitated, thought for a moment, and then confirmed, "It is indeed him. He was there when the previous Patriarch was killed."

Ling You commented: "He comes with ill intentions."

"And no brains."

He calmly watched those people standing outside the door of Jiang Biehe's empty room, listened to their "bang bang bang" knocking on the door, and couldn't help but throw a stone he picked up out through the crack of the open door.

With a "bang", someone fell to the ground.

"Who hit me!"

"Damn it, is it you!"

"..."

In a few seconds, the people who were already angry because the door had not been opened started to quarrel.

They settled old and new accounts together, and as they talked, they inexplicably brought it to Jiang Biehe.

"That Jiang Biehe is supposed to be our child. You shameless people..."

"Oh, your people? How surprising! She personally sent away her former patriarch! Do you really think you can still control her..."

"Bah, you rushed here so hastily because you think your position as the head of the family is not legitimate? I think Jiang Biehe has come with bad intentions this time, and I'm afraid he's here to usurp the throne..."

"..."

The mausoleum tour is breathtaking.

"These people are really imaginative," he said, looking at Jiang Biehe, who was completely unaffected, with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but sneer: "At first glance, there isn't a single good person among them."

"Birds of a feather flock together," Fan Ning thought this was normal, but she still felt very unhappy that someone had come to her door first for no apparent reason. "But if their brains can be rotten together..."

She wouldn't believe that there was no one involved.

"It seems someone has set their sights on us."

Fan Ning didn't say who it was, but he obviously had an idea in his mind.

She casually pushed the door open, and when everyone who was blocking the way looked over, she smashed a teacup on their heads.

"Shut up!" Fan Ning said calmly. Seeing that those people were about to get angry, he immediately pinched out a little spiritual power from his fingertips and asked, "Who goes first?"

The people who were furious just now suddenly became timid and started pushing each other, directly exposing the current head of the family standing in the middle.

The head of the Li family saw Jiang Biehe standing beside him at a glance, and his eyes darkened.

"Biehe, it's been a while since we last met... The last time I saw you, you were still a little kid."

He forced a smile, and all the wrinkles on his face wrinkled up. Not only was he not as aggressive as before, but he also looked a little flattering.

"Your brother was also chosen by a sect this year. He's from the Qianle Sect... You haven't met him yet, right? Do you want to..."

"No need," Jiang Biehe said bluntly, having no intention of interfering with the Li family. "I'm just here to watch the Hundred Flowers Festival. I've already severed all ties with the Li family."

"But……"

Fan Ning threw another teacup over the old man's head, hitting him right between the eyebrows.

The head of the Li family clenched his palms tighter and tighter, as if he thought of something. He quickly wiped the blood from his forehead and regained his spirit.

"Bie He, I am your elder after all! You let them bully me like this? Where does this put you..."

"My junior sister did everything right," Jiang Biehe interrupted directly, and then looked him in the eye, "You are not as good as before."

Not only did he look much more haggard, but even his eyes seemed to be covered with something dirty, sticky and full of malice that could not be hidden.

It really is getting worse as time goes by.

Jiang Biehe shook his head and said, "Several elders have died at my hands. Are you ready to become one of them?"