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

She slowly raised her eyes, the dim yellow candlelight falling into her pupils, making the smile on her face, which never changed, look particularly strange.

"I was hoping to see what you guys were capable of, but this is the result... I'm really disappointed."

A slender hand stretched out and slapped the face opposite.

Ling You loosened his hand at the right time, and the Qianle Sect disciple, who had not yet reacted, hit the iron pillar on the side with his head.

There was a "bang" sound.

The monks who were watching this scene all took a deep breath and silently took two steps back.

"Fan Ning, are you provoking me?" The leader of Qianle Sect narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the pressure of a late-stage out-of-body state faintly emanated from his body.

Fan Ning rubbed his ears and pulled the affected Ling You behind him without a trace of retreat. "What else?"

She kindly raised her hand and said, "The slap didn't hit you, so it doesn't hurt?"

"You--" The sect leader was shocked and angry, and finally realized that the person in front of him had no fear at all.

Meeting those unruly eyes once again, he calmed down and warned in a deep voice:

"Fan Ning, it will do you no good to anger me."

"So what if I pissed you off? You want to kill me?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, tilted his head and smiled fearlessly, and drew out his tone: "You don't think - I would fall into such a crude trap without any preparation, do you?"

"Aren't you going to take action yet?"

"What!……"

A golden light flashed before him.

"There is actually someone who can forget my existence...Ah, what a rare idiot," Jiang Xue covered her face with her sleeves, and the demonic energy on her body suddenly surged, forcing the monks around her to retreat several steps.

"Demon Cultivator!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Those two keep calling me a monster!"

"..."

"Yes!"

The startled monk came to his senses and remembered the label of "one of us" that he had just been certified. He looked at the leader of Qianle Sect who was knocked to the ground, not knowing what to do.

"Big sister, what's going on?" Young Master Ji was the first to come up.

Thanks to a disciple who had fainted, a crack was created in the cell door, giving him a chance to escape.

"This, this is lying here..." The young master paused, then lowered his voice and made a cautious and dangerous gesture, "Are you going to silence us? This body..."

"He's not dead yet," Jiang Biehe pointed at the unconscious sect leader. When the young master's eyes shifted, he added, "That one isn't dead either."

The monks are still very strong and will not die easily and cause trouble to others.

"Then, then we—"

Fan Ning couldn't stand it any longer and knocked someone over. He was a little amused and said, "Who do you think we are?"

Young Master Ji: "A kind person who comes to help whenever there's trouble?"

"Wrong," Fan Ning tapped the man on the forehead again and emphasized, "I'm not trying to be a good person. As for taking on any task... If this is what I did, then you should just take the job."

"Fan Ning has nothing to do with that playboy," Ling You chimed in. He glanced at the person who was constantly trying to seduce Fan Ning, his expression extremely grim. "They didn't share the spoils equally, so even if they died, it has nothing to do with us."

"How heartless, Your Highness Fanning," Jiangxue, who had been pointed out, no longer pretended to be deaf and dumb. "Hearing such words, even I feel a little chilled."

"I really like you, and besides, I can protect you better than he can, right?"

After saying this, he glanced meaningfully at Ling You, whose face was ashen.

These words hit Ling You straight in the heart. When he was still intimidated by the sect leader in the out-of-body stage... Jiang Xue was already able to kill him alone.

"How old are you and how old is he?" Fan Ning pried open Ling You's knuckles, which were unconsciously curled, and interlocked their fingers with his in front of everyone. "If he were your age, it's hard to say who would win."

"Really?" Jiang Xue's tone was a little vague, as if she knew how to make Ling You unhappy, and she added fuel to the fire, "But I can't make him live until that time."

"Your Highness Fan Ning, can you really continue to protect him? Do you really think you're just raising a baby?"

The sarcasm on his face was so strong that the monks around him were stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Ling You, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Ling You lowered his eyes and held Fan Ning's hand tightly, stopping her from speaking.

"I'm just older than you," Ling You curled his lips. After two seconds of silence, he raised his eyes again to meet those sharp eyes. "I will be stronger than you."

He opened his eyes and said with a firm tone, "There will definitely be such a day."

For the first time, Ling You felt that the power of language was so powerless. The dim candlelight shone in front of his eyes. Although it was very far away, it seemed to burn in the softest part of his heart, making it continue to heat up.

I am protected by Fan Ning.

I can't catch up with her.

Whenever I thought of this, the blunt knife would stab down an inch.

"I don't need anyone's protection," Fan Ning shook his head. He didn't intend to comfort Ling You, but calmly retorted, "I certainly don't need the protection of my defeated opponent.

"...Your Highness Fanning, do you like him so much?" Jiangxue seemed stunned by such an attitude, the light in his eyes flickering. Suddenly, he sighed, seemingly true or false, and said helplessly: "I didn't mean to make you unhappy... It was just a joke."

"As the direct disciple of the Sword Master of Yueli Sect... I don't have the ability to escape unscathed after causing trouble."

Ling You's expression darkened. He didn't say anything, but his eyes gradually became filled with annoyance as he looked at the person in front of him.

"Have you said enough?" He twitched his lips, not wanting to continue the conversation. Instead, he asked bluntly, "Do you care that much?"

"Of course..." Jiangxue replied, "No."

He slowly looked at Fan Ning, once again revealing an expression as if drenched by heavy rain, "I just can't help but feel a little envious."

Fan Ning: "That's easy."

"Why don't you just become Ling You's disciple? You already have a master, and you also have an incredible grandmaster."

"The wish came true at once."

Jiang Xue: "...Forget it."

He choked for a moment, knowing that Fan Ning was already tired of listening to such a confrontation, so he waved his hand and ended the topic simply.

"I'm already bad enough. To be called a master killer... isn't a good name."

"Goodbye, Your Highness Fan Ning," he slowly turned around, and his figure suddenly began to blur and dissipate like red mist.

"I hope the next time we meet, it can be in a more formal setting. Hmm... it would be even better if it's just the two of us."

He blinked, and the smile remained on his face until the last moment, when it disappeared along with his figure.

Ling You sneered softly, "...like a playboy."