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

"It's you," Fan Ning recognized the person who came over at a glance and raised his eyebrows without any surprise.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you already betrayed us?" Ling You stared at the pale face revealed under the heavy cloak and asked curiously, "Why, in this situation, do you also want to get a piece of the pie?"

The monks realized that something was wrong and surrounded it.

They all looked at the newcomer, whose mere presence brought her endless pressure.

The female cultivator hesitated for a moment.

"Is that the key? You want to let us go?" Fan Ning watched her palm tighten and guessed something, his voice a little playful. "If I'm not mistaken, you betrayed us just to stay alive... Maybe you even considered our whereabouts as a token of your loyalty."

"Now you're letting us go... This kind of behavior is unacceptable no matter where you are."

"I……"

"I……"

"I……"

He spoke three times in a row and then cut himself off.

The female cultivator bit her pale lower lip tightly, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and quietly explained herself: "...I have no choice."

She didn't want to hurt her senior brother who had protected her since childhood, nor did she want to die easily and powerlessly with nothing accomplished.

Tears fell heavily from beneath her hood. She choked and sobbed, mustering her last bit of courage to speak out, "You guys go. My senior has already prepared a safe route for you to leave... Once you leave, don't come back."

Ling You looked at her in surprise and asked abruptly, "Let us go. Do you know what you will face?"

"..."

"I regret it," the female cultivator covered her eyes, like a mirror that had been held for a long time suddenly shattered, revealing the other side that was extremely ugly. "I got the antidote... but I couldn't sleep. I thought about it all night long... I couldn't convince myself at all."

Might as well die.

It would be better to throw away the antidote from the beginning.

But even in the world of immortal cultivation, there is no real regret medicine. All she can do... is try to make up for it a little bit.

"No, this is no different from running away."

Moreover, if the senior brother she was talking about was the one she had met before... this would probably be no different from walking into a trap.

"But, but..." The female cultivator spoke incoherently, as if she had never expected to be so hastily rejected for such a reason. Her face turned pale. "If you don't leave, most of the Qianle Sect will be your enemy."

"Most of them... With so many monks, it does sound a bit difficult to handle."

Fan Ning pinched her chin, showing a distressed expression just right, then clapped her hands.

"I think we should find some help..." She said with a smile, but there was no trace of peace and tranquility in her words, "We need to make this fire burn brighter."

"Burn it more vigorously, and those filthy creatures will not even leave ashes."

Ling You thought this made sense. He glanced at the female cultivator, who had been silent with a blank expression, and agreed, "It's already taken root too deeply. We have no choice but to pull it out."

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then realized something and finally found her voice: "But there are many innocent people who shouldn't have done this..."

"But it's done," Fan Ning felt that this statement sounded familiar. She looked at the face in front of her who was trying hard to argue, and gently lifted the heavy hood.

The flickering eyes returned to the candlelight.

Fan Ning looked at her, and probably out of some emotional considerations, did not say anything harsh.

"Cultivators are meant to swim against the tide. Although it may sound excessive to seize the cultivation of others, that is a matter for the heavens to judge. If you can withstand the thunder tribulation, then insisting on doing so may not be a bad path for you to choose."

"But what about what the Qianle Sect did? They cheated, bribed, and even used various methods to exclude those who dissidents... With all due respect, they did what they did, but such actions make even themselves look down on the path they have chosen."

"If you bully someone, be prepared for revenge. Words like understanding and innocence... not everyone can dream of living under their wings."

The female cultivator was at a loss: "But my senior brother..."

Fan Ning sighed, "Let's make a bet. If you go back to find your senior brother now, the safe route he prepared for us will surely be filled with pursuers."

Those who choose to carry the board cannot turn back. That senior brother must have accepted this from the beginning.

Ling You just watched her coax the person away.

Finally, he pondered for a moment and suddenly asked, "You can definitely leave, right? Even if there are pursuers?"

"But that would be very boring," Fan Ning sat down on the chair outside the prison door, supported his chin, stepped on the sect leader's face with interest, and then glanced sideways at the man who was trapped like a dumpling on the ground.

"Gu Huaisheng...?"

She calculated the time, suddenly smiled, and said meaningfully: "Being sent in now is really the best time..."

Gu Huaisheng froze for a moment, not understanding what she was trying to imply.

An hour later.

"What... happened to you?"

Yu Changqing, who finally arrived, looked at the monks sitting in a circle in the dungeon and couldn't control his expression for a moment.

Is this still the emergency situation mentioned in the summons? How...

It looks like the bully has taken over the Qianle Sect?

"Are you here?" Fan Ning raised his head with sleepy eyes.

Ling You held her head with his hand, and everyone around them, except Jiang Biehe who was fiddling with medicinal herbs, looked sleepy.

"Are you poisoned?" Yu Changqing recalled his life as a cultivator. It seemed that after practicing, his need for sleep had decreased a lot.

At least, no monk would be unable to open his eyes after just one day.

"But seeing the big sister... makes me feel sleepy," Young Master Ji, who was infected with sleepiness by Fan Ning, raised his hand to speak.

The sect leader was being trampled underfoot, and reinforcements were already arriving from behind. He had no sense of danger of losing his head at any moment. He could even muster up some energy and complain: "It's the cultivators here who are truly outrageous. Not only are they using forbidden techniques to practice... they're also trying to kill us all to silence us..."

Yu Changqing remembered what was said in the message.

But the time when the letter was delivered obviously did not match the current situation. Yu Changqing thought about it and turned his gaze to Fan Ning who was almost falling asleep again.

He took two steps closer and raised his voice, "What's going on? If you knew this would happen, why did you put yourself in danger?"

Huh? Risking your life?

"...Me?" Fan Ning pointed at himself and kicked the person under his feet out.

"Maybe it's because he can't stand me but can't kill me, which is very interesting."