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

"You know again?" Ling You was not surprised at all.

He looked at the group of monks who were obviously here with bad intentions, but in the end he did not ask any questions.

"No, this has nothing to do with us..." The frightened monks, about to be framed, finally came to their senses and quickly waved their hands to deny: "He collapsed suddenly and was still talking... None of us touched him."

"I heard that the people Jiang Biehe brought had a conflict with them?" A cultivator who seemed to be in charge of the matter stood up. His tone was very cold, as if it was frozen. He started to accuse: "This is not the jurisdiction of Yueli Sect. For a cultivator to bully a mortal is simply—"

"This is absolutely unacceptable. It's best to strangle him immediately." Fan Ning continued calmly, completely unconcerned about the man's red face. He met his cold eyes directly and said, "Of course you can do this, but, as you said, we are members of the Yueli Sect after all."

"You made this choice without informing the sect at all. Are you representing yourself... or the Qianle Sect behind you?"

She curled the corners of her mouth, narrowed her eyes slightly, and did not move any further, but it seemed as if she had already strangled the throat of the person in front of her with the string in her hand.

Senior Brother Qian Lezong, who was in the lead, actually felt unable to move.

It’s obvious...it’s obvious that her cultivation level is only at the late Golden Core stage!

How could there be such a strong pressure!

"...What difference does this make? Killing mortals without reason is a major taboo for the sect's cultivators! Even if we report this to the Yueli Sect, we will never condone you!"

"Well said!" Fan Ning raised his voice slightly and applauded him proactively. After pausing, he pointed curiously at the man's hand, which was dangling from his sleeve and moving slightly, and asked, "But your hand is shaking. Is that okay?"

Ling You sneered, "At least your courage is commendable."

Jiang Biehe finished the attack, extremely coldly, "Although it's just one courage."

"Fan Ning, you're going too far!"

The senior brother opposite was enraged and took out a jade flute from his side.

Fan Ning blocked the hole with a smile on her face, took a step forward, and bit the words he blurted out. For the first time, she felt innocent.

This is just the beginning, are you going too far?

"I will inform Yueli Sect," Fan Ning poked Ling You and took a communication talisman from his hand. Seeing that the person opposite was gradually becoming alert, she smiled and did not choose to do it herself.

"For the sake of your young mind, I'll leave this to you," Fan Ning said without any reluctance. He patted his shoulder and said, "If you claim to be a reputable and upright sect and can't even do something as trivial as sending a message..."

"No way!" He snatched the communication talisman away.

The piece of paper covered with runes was crumpled into a ball, but the senior brother still felt it was not enough and held it tightly in his palm.

"Crack", a corner of the flute held by Fan Ning was also crushed.

"I'm so sorry," she complained without blushing, "Look, it was so loud, it scared me."

After saying that, Fan Ning stepped back to Ling You's side, looked at those completely irritated eyes with amusement, raised his eyebrows, and looked relaxed, with no intention of resisting at all.

"Then let's go. I still want to meet your leader properly."

The anger stopped abruptly again. The monk opposite snorted coldly, glanced at the other monks who were trying their best to reduce their presence, pointed his finger, and wiped them all out.

Other monks: "..."

They looked at Fan Ning and the other two, then at Qing Qianle Zong who was obviously well prepared, and were finally forced to accept the fact that they were implicated.

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In a dark and damp dungeon.

Fan Ning and the other two were held in solitary confinement, especially Fan Ning, who was always sharp-tongued and was hung in the air with heavy chains.

To be on the safe side, Qianle Sect also sealed off the spiritual power of the monks present.

This is beyond the limits of normal processing.

"I don't know when someone will come to rescue us..." Young Master Ji shuddered, touched his sleeves, and at the same time did not forget to comfort Fan Ning who was treated differently.

He made a bold statement:

"Don't worry, as long as my father comes, he will take you away with him!"

Fan Ning teased him, "Aren't you afraid that we really killed someone?"

"Impossible," the young master puffed out his chest, his round eyes wide open, not doubting her at all, "Big Sister always kills everyone with the same pot! How could it be possible that only one person died..."

Hearing this, Ling You raised his eyelids and said, "You are really good at thinking."

The young master was startled and walked to the opposite side of him, holding the iron pillar tightly with both hands, trying to show a complete face.

"Right? I told you it's impossible! When my dad gets here, I'll make them let him go!"

"It's unlikely, he won't come," Jiang Biehe suddenly said.

The young master was stunned, but despite his approval of her, a cautious expression appeared on his face.

"No way, my father..."

Jiang Biehe nodded.

The young master was horrified. "How dare they attack my father? Could it be that the Qianle Sect is really some giant? No, they're not on the list of people my father made for me that I can't tolerate..."

"..."

Jiang Biehe was unusually puzzled. He couldn't help but look at the other cultivators who subconsciously avoided his gaze and asked, "Is he always like this?"

“…” The monk wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find any strong evidence to refute it.

In the end, he could only nod solemnly.

Seeing this, Jiang Biehe softened his tone. Seeing the young master pulling at his hair and muttering things like, "Dad actually gave up on me so easily," "Forget it, forget it, if you can't win, just give up," and "We can't afford to lose one more life," he explained again, "The Qianle Sect isn't powerful, but they won't notify other sects."

Young Master Ji gradually understood something, "You mean..."

"As expected, they're going to bring bad news soon."

Being hung in the air did not affect Fan Ning's speech at all. She grabbed the chain with her left hand and twisted it lightly with her right hand, directly removing one of the chains.

There was a clicking sound.

Other monks: “!”

stunned.

Fan Ning explained, "We have guests coming later, so we need to stretch our muscles first."

"Guest? Is His Highness Fan Ning talking about me?"

A smiling voice came from the top of the stairs.

Jiang Xue stepped into the dungeon, wearing a flamboyant red outfit. She looked up at Fan Ning, who was hanging in the air, and exclaimed, "It seems that the people around you can't protect you well. I didn't expect that we would meet again."

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ling You, whose face was dark. "...It's just that the way you look really brings back some memories for me."