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

"You just don't want to?"

Fan Ning's voice came from behind.

The person who said he was going to sleep opened his misty eyes and asked questions without any hesitation.

"His lies were so clumsy that I couldn't sleep," Fan Ning explained casually.

Then he moved a chair and sat in front of Gu Huaisheng, lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the old face that looked really painful, and said: "Let's assume that you know this matter."

"Seeing someone who was once similar to you, or even completely inferior to you, using this shortcut to go higher and further than you, even becoming a powerful cultivator in the eyes of others, it seems that they will forever suppress you."

"And now you have the chance to end it all," Fan Ning asked, "What is your choice?"

She stood up and took down a dim candle from the wall beside her.

Gu Huaisheng remained silent, the expression on his face changing again and again, finally settling into a lifeless silence.

The candle flame moved closer to his face, and Fan Ning slowly began to pour the wax, with a slightly raised brow.

"Why are you doing this? It won't change anything whether you say it or not."

"You're hiding this matter so tightly...either you're involved, or you have a reason you can't say."

She smiled and handed the half-burned candle in her hand to Ling You. Lazily, half-supporting her face, she continued, "Usually, this kind of reason is soaked in the blood and tears of innocent people. Fortunately, you met me. If you met someone else, maybe they really wouldn't ask."

The smell of blood penetrated my nose first.

Fan Ning glanced sideways at Ling You who was holding a knife against the other person's wrist.

"He wanted to knock himself out," Ling You explained in a low voice.

A cultivator whose cultivation has been suppressed cannot easily attack others, but facing himself, even if it is just an ordinary person, it is a simple and familiar matter.

"Are you afraid that I will ask?" Fan Ning took the knife and put the blade against his slightly hot face. The warm blood also penetrated into his eyes.

Fan Ning became interested, and as luck would have it, she knew much more than the deputy sect leader thought.

"It seems he did something wrong. Since he swore that he didn't participate in the sect leader's evil deeds, then...what about something earlier?"

Gu Huaisheng's body stiffened, and almost subconsciously, he quickly turned his face away, trying to avoid those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

The smell of blood became stronger.

Fan Ning looked at the fresh blood on the knife with a smile, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"What are you afraid of? I was just saying it casually." She patted the other person's already stiff face with the blade of her knife, but not feeling it was enough, she continued to speculate: "You said that kind of thing is dishonorable... What is dishonorable? If you are talking about the secret method itself, it seems a bit strange."

"Although this secret technique should be classified as a forbidden technique... However, if this isn't the case, or if his cultivation was obtained through legitimate means—in fact, if it were discovered, it would only mean a few more enemies. There are so many forbidden techniques in the world of immortal cultivation, and the price of using them is also different."

Fan Ning blinked. "When he first used it, he probably didn't have the same level of cultivation as he does now. More likely, he wasn't even the sect master."

"According to what you said, you two are close enough that you're still trying to protect him even after this... It's more like a shared interest than a deep brotherly bond."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Gu Huaisheng retorted loudly.

"It's literal, but you'd better think about it a little more." Fan Ning played with the sharp blade in his hand and cut off a section of the other person's long hair. "For example, I actually saw another person who used this secret technique."

"His talent is much better than yours. Is there a possibility..."

"Shut up! Stop talking! You have no evidence at all!"

The cold light kept flashing before his eyes. The person who had been stubborn and refused to speak just now was finally hurt. His eyes became painful, as if he remembered something.

Fan Ning suddenly asked, "When you were trying to get this thing, you killed a lot of people, right? Were they also in the same agony and pain as you are now?"

"Bang", something finally exploded in Gu Huaisheng's brain.

"...You know," he lowered his head, placed his hands on the ground, and tried to muster the last bit of courage to speak.

"I don't want to kill them," Gu Huaisheng said, his voice intermittent, like a long-rotten object finally emitting a nauseating rotten smell, "I just want to go in and find someone to spar with."

"I didn't expect to see that," he said. "I didn't expect that the brother I once practiced with already had other plans, even wanting to kill people and steal treasures."

"I was so scared I screamed."

"The monks who hadn't noticed this place all ran over here...Xu Shengmo is crazy. He actually teamed up with the bandits and robbed the family's child who was not even a year old yet."

Gu Huaisheng covered his face and cried, "He had poisoned them a long time ago! The poison is unconscious, so it wouldn't have taken effect so quickly, but they were so angry that their hearts were taken away... one by one, they all died."

"It's more than that," Fan Ning said calmly, immediately finding the loophole in his words and narrowing her eyes dangerously. "Anyone who possesses such a secret technique must have a much higher level of cultivation than you did back then. Without the help of a third party... you wouldn't be able to do it."

Jiang Biehe added: "Poison is not omnipotent. If your cultivation is high enough, you can dissolve it directly in your body."

What's more, there are only one or two people who can refine the poison that will not be discovered in front of any level of cultivation.

"What's there to hide now?" Ling You said impatiently, "If you don't tell us now, we'll find out sooner or later."

"Perhaps the sect leader is willing to tell us."

"..."

"It's Master," Gu Huaisheng finally closed his eyes in pain, "...I called Master."

"But I didn't expect him to be persuaded by my senior brother. Master said he would solve this matter, but in the end...he chose to help my senior brother."

"Blood...all blood. If I hadn't called Master..."

"Greedy people always like to look at the meat in other people's bowls." Fan Ning didn't say whether he believed it or not, but just threw away the knife in his hand and sneered: "But if you grab it, you must be prepared to have the pot smashed to pieces."

Ling You: "Is what he said the truth?"

Fan Ning shook his head: "Not really, but it's pretty close."

He just habitually glorifies his own behavior. The fact that he is still alive today proves that he was definitely not incompetent in that matter.

Even if it's just a matter of one thought.

But it has been done, and under such circumstances, no matter how much you beautify it a thousand times, you can't hide your mistakes.

"The person you are talking about is Jiangxue, right?" Ling You felt complicated.

Fan Ning didn't answer directly, but slowly looked outside and suddenly said, "...After we finish this, let's go to the Hundred Flowers Festival."