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

"Alright," Fan Ning clapped his hands and said with a smile, "If you don't have any questions, I'll leave first."

"Wait—" Fu Yao couldn't help but frowned, "Now that you know there's a problem down there, why are you still going down like this?"

“Isn’t this bad…?”

She subconsciously looked at her trusted senior.

Jiang Biehe nodded, his expression remaining calm, "Nothing wrong."

Ling You also leaned towards the cave entrance without even turning his head: "Someone has to go down there. Before, they just hid like rats in the gutter. Can they climb out now?"

"If I wait for others to arrive before I dare to go down..." Ling You thought about the scene of all the cultivators gathered around and was speechless for a moment, "That would be too cowardly, right?"

"..."

Can't refute.

Fu Yao was quickly persuaded.

"You take your men and guard here. I'll go down with them," she began to give the others instructions in an orderly manner, while speculating, "The disciples of Yueli Sect will probably be here soon. You stay outside. If we still haven't made any movement, send someone to investigate... Remember, don't let anyone escape, whether inside or outside."

"Otherwise, how can I hold my head up in front of others next time?"

"Senior sister," the younger junior sister who had been following her showed a determined expression, pointed at the person next to her, and said, "I'll go with you."

"The Yueli Sect has sent out three people. If we only have one... then we'll lose."

"..."

"Don't argue in this kind of place," Fu Yao frowned, and tapped his junior sister on the head with his bent fingers. After waiting for two seconds, he used the same method to punish his junior brother who also seemed eager to try.

These two were used to being close to her, and they would say things that they shouldn't say... Once they showed an expression like that, they would have to say it out loud.

"Stop the thoughts in your head too."

Fu Yao pointed at herself and gave the two of them the same look of disdain, saying, "I, your senior sister, am at least a Nascent Soul. It's just you two little Golden Cores, so you'd better stop showing off."

Fan Ning coughed.

Seeing this, Ling You immediately retorted: "Discrimination based on cultivation level is prohibited."

Fu Yao: "...Except for super-sized golden elixirs."

The junior apprentice asked, "What is super-standard...hmm?"

The junior sister covered her mouth again, pulled his ear, and explained simply and roughly: "Super-standard people would not ask such questions."

Fu Yao: “…”

Fu Yao reluctantly looked at the Yuelizong trio, "They are young and ignorant..."

Fan Ning and the other person, who were of the same age and belonged to the youngest group, looked at each other.

If I continue, it will never end.

Fan Ning made a nonchalant gesture, watched the other cultivators surround the Li family, and then jumped directly to the ground.

Three figures followed closely behind.

There were a few dull thuds as the ground fell, and the cave entrance that had been wide open just now suddenly had several runes. The monks who were close to it lay on the side in astonishment. When they reached out again, they were blocked by some invisible airflow and were completely unable to sense the situation below.

"Senior Sister, the three people from Yueli Sect—"

"Can you hear—"

All that was returned to everyone was the exceptionally cold and silent sound of the wind.

At the same time, when they landed, the people below realized that something was wrong.

Fan Ning, who was the first to react, pulled the people behind him to his side with one hand, calmly looked at the faint spiritual light in the depths of the cave, and made a hushing gesture.

"Did you hear that?"

...What did you hear?

The three of them remained expressionless, leaning against the earth wall. Following Fan Ning's guidance, they soon caught the faint sound of music.

"People from Qianle Sect."

Fu Yao gestured with certainty.

Compared to the three people who came to watch the Hundred Flowers Festival, it is obvious that the Zhaoyan Sect, which is not far from here, has a deeper understanding of the Qianle Sect.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the music gradually stopped as no one showed up.

Fu Yao's expression did not ease, but even became more solemn.

"There are quite a few people," she said, "This should be some kind of magic formation of the Qianle Sect."

"Do you have a deeper understanding?" Fan Ning asked her.

"The sect's magic array is a very private matter. Even friendly sects would conceal some of it, not to mention that we don't understand sound cultivation." Fu Yao pondered for a moment, and the more he spoke, the uglier his expression became. "We don't know the level of cultivation of the cultivators inside. In this state of ignorance, rashly approaching is tantamount to seeking death."

Fan Ning pondered for a moment, then lost focus: "Sound cultivation? Do you rely on music to construct a magic circle?"

"Then the method of cracking it is also the same way?"

Fu Yao hesitated a bit. Although she didn't know what point was in bringing up this situation now, she nodded and said, "I think so..."

She recalled her past interactions with these people and said vaguely, "Before, they blamed the blasting talismans we refined for interfering with the volume too loudly, affecting the effectiveness of their formations."

"You know this?" Ling You, who heard some meaning, chose to ask directly.

Fan Ning shook his head honestly and said, "I'm definitely not good at serious music training, but I have learned a little bit about playing musical instruments."

She slowly made a small gesture, then picked and chose from her Qiankun bag, as if she had come up with a solution.

"Do you need some time?" Jiang Biehe came closer to her.

Fan Ning nodded, but didn't try to be brave. "I'm not sure if it will succeed. I need some time to prepare."

Ling You looked at her and squatted on the ground.

Fan Ning is extremely rare. It seems that since the first time we met, she has always been relaxed and nothing can stump her.

And now...

Hesitation, hesitation, and a lot of eagerness to try...

Ling You pursed his lips and suddenly looked at the blurry path ahead.

"I'll go explore the way first," he took a step forward and threw a flying knife in without waiting for Fu Yao to stop him.

There were two collisions, and the strings that produced the sound were tightened for a moment.

Ling You smiled faintly, and gradually understood what was going on.

"Be careful," Fan Ning reminded, but did not stop him.

After she finished speaking, she buried her head in a pile of materials. Jiang Biehe, who was following beside her, also didn't give her many worried glances. He just threw a porcelain vase in the distance and stopped looking at her.

"Do you trust him so much..." Fu Yao clicked her tongue, as if she didn't expect these three people to be in such a state.

Out of a desire to protect the younger generation of cultivators, she did not completely abandon them like the two people behind her, but carefully threw out a few talismans and forcibly found a clear path in front of Ling You.

The music started again, and countless chaotic and complex spiritual powers intertwined in the air to form a large net.

Ling You looked at the two familiar faces hidden in the corner and turned the dark green dagger in his hand into a thin silk thread.

The moment he stepped into the net, several sharp silver lights shot towards the place where the light disappeared!