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

Jiangxue left, completely gone.

Jiang Biehe checked the situation and explained to the other cultivators around him who had puzzled expressions, "It was just a clone that came."

Fan Ning clapped his hands, diverting everyone else's attention to himself, and said, "He won't appear again. Now we should keep our eyes on him."

"If something happens to the Sect Master, the people hiding behind him won't be able to stand it. According to him, those people don't intend to let us live to see tomorrow."

"We should do something," Ling You frowned, his mind still not completely distracted from the previous incident, and added: "This mess he left behind...will bring us trouble."

Fan Ning smiled but said nothing.

Qianle Sect was very efficient. After just two quarters of an hour, a tightly wrapped monk was pushed in.

There was a "clang" sound.

The man whose cultivation was also suppressed bumped into the wall, and the black cloth covering his face fell off, revealing a face that looked extremely serious.

"How dare Xu Mosheng do such a thing? Can he still be considered the leader of Qianle Sect? Those children are so innocent! You——"

Before he could finish his words, he received another loud slap on the face.

The disciple who was escorting him clearly had a personal grudge against him. Not only did they take advantage of his misfortune, but after the fight, they even boasted smugly, "Deputy Sect Leader, after all these years... do you still recognize who I am?"

"Ten years! If you hadn't been so determined to destroy my cultivation and drive me away, I would have become a powerful cultivator, admired and respected by others, instead of being here... in this shameful place, like an ant, having to curry favor with others to get even a little bit of resources!"

He squatted down and fiercely tugged at the face in front of him, growling, each syllable suppressed to the extreme, "Gu Huaisheng, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point! So what if I absorbed other people's cultivation? It's just that they are not as skilled as others! Even if I weren't there, they would have died at the hands of who knows who! Might as well make some contribution to my fellow disciples..."

"Pooh!" Gu Huaisheng spat out a mouthful of blood at him expressionlessly.

His clothes were so tattered that they could not be recognized, and his face was swollen, but his eyes never shifted from beginning to end. They were like a needle that would never hesitate, piercing deep into the hearts of all those with evil intentions.

Fan Ning and his men hid in their blind spot, watching the confrontation between the two men. While stopping some impulsive monks, he suddenly stepped on the face of the unconscious sect leader beside him as if he thought of something.

Ling You noticed her action and chuckled softly.

"I can't help it. I can't stand stupid people."

The face of a villain who has succeeded is always the ugliest, it is simply like some kind of spiritual pollution. Fan Ning, who was already in a bad mood, was even more annoyed.

It seemed like they also noticed the sound made by Fan Ning.

The poor disciple was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered something fatal. He knelt down facing the candlelight with a clang.

"Master Sect Leader, I have done as you said," he licked his dry lips. Fan Ning looked over casually, not missing the pair of eyes that were particularly turbid with desire.

"Lord Sect Leader...?"

The disciple who didn't get an answer obviously began to feel uneasy.

But the most powerful person he had ever met was the leader of Qianle Sect. Naturally, he would not have thought that the other party might have been killed. He just thought that his previous appearance had been seen and that the leader had disliked him.

So, he lowered his head very low and said in an almost humbly voice, "Master, is there anything I have done wrong?"

"You said that as long as I do this well, you can give me Gu Huaisheng's cultivation..."

"That's a nice thought," Fan Ning walked out slowly from the shadows. The kneeling disciple's eyes widened, and then the next second, he saw something completely beyond his expectations.

The unconscious leader of Qianle Sect was being moved on the ground by a hand.

"This……"

Ling You calmly stepped over the sect leader's arm that was hanging on the ground. With a click, something broke off. The sharp pain made even the unconscious sect leader frown.

"Come on, why don't you say anything?" Fan Ning looked at him with a smile.

More people came out from inside. The small dungeon had never experienced such a scene. The disciples who wanted to stand up felt their knees go weak and they knelt down again.

"Don't be so nervous," Fan Ning said condescendingly with a hint of sarcasm and a smile, "We're just getting started. Aren't you very afraid of your sect leader? Don't worry, now that you're in my hands, there's no way you can escape."

"As for me, my methods are definitely no worse than your sect leader's."

The disciple twitched for a moment, finally matching the person in his mind.

He was just a useless cultivator who came here to fight a desperate battle on his own initiative. From beginning to end, he never received any attention from the sect leader, let alone more detailed information and plans.

All he knew were some secret rumors he had heard from everywhere.

There happened to be many well-informed cultivators who came to Yongzhou City. Fan Ning, who caused a stir in the sect today, would naturally not be ignored - what's more, all kinds of uncertain rumors were fabricated about her.

"Your expression really makes me sad," Fan Ning completely understood his fear and smiled sweetly, "You don't have to be that scared."

"People like you don't need my attention."

Ling You understood her evil taste and joined in the conversation: "He offered himself up to her, so getting killed is what he deserved, right?"

Jiang Biehe silently took out several bottles of poison and began to identify them one by one in front of the people kneeling on the ground, "This one will kill you in a moment. It will be very painful."

"This will dissolve the internal organs bit by bit."

"As for this... you wanted it very much before." Jiang Biehe paused, and when he saw the shaky fear in his disciple's eyes, a smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth. "It can make people fall into a coma, and then die in an endless nightmare, even their souls are gnawed by fear."

Fan Ning was a little surprised, "You really did it?"

She just thought about it vaguely when she woke up one day.

Jiang Biehe said seriously, "You want it."

Ling You: “…”

"Can we not talk about this now?" He pulled the corner of his mouth politely, looked at the two people who were getting closer and closer and almost squeezed him out, and the veins on his forehead began to bulge.

"Why didn't you take out such a good thing earlier?" He looked at Jiang Biehe with a forced smile, took the bottle that was the focus of his attention and placed it in his palm, and was about to pour it out and do something bad.

A few "click" sounds.

Someone walked in from outside.

"You came at a really bad time," Ling You kicked the trembling little disciple and turned to look in the direction where the figure appeared.