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

"Okay, now it's time for you to stand in a row and tell the truth," Fan Ning approached them with a smile, his eyes lingering on the bloodstains of battle for a moment, and then as if remembering something, he raised his eyes to look at the acquaintance who was huddled in the corner with his hood down.

"I didn't expect the time to meet again would come so soon... So, have you seen your brother's true face?"

The little sister who was called out loosened her hand that was tightly holding the hat.

She raised her head, revealing her tear-swollen eyes. Even though she was pointed out to this extent, she subconsciously looked at her senior brother who was seriously injured and silent beside her.

"Why?" The younger sister choked up, each word tearing up. "You promised me, why are you still insisting on making the same mistake after all this time, refusing to turn back?"

The cold air turned her outstretched hand pale. After her cultivation level dropped sharply, just such an action made her cough uncontrollably.

"Because we can't turn back," Jiang Biehe suddenly said, his tone extremely calm. "If you run for your life, the person behind you will bite your neck off if you turn back."

"He's different from you."

That look is like a wolf that has tasted the sweetness and cannot admit its failure or face the fact of mediocrity again.

The younger sister gritted her teeth and said, "Brother, wake up! It was you who brought me into the Qianle Sect. You even taught me how to practice... You are clearly my benefactor."

"But now, it feels so strange..."

"But my cultivation was stolen from others," the monk who had been silent all this time coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes dark and sinister, and he didn't show any regrets when he talked about the past. "I don't regret it."

He repeated, "I don't regret it at all! If someone like me didn't have this shortcut, I might just be a small golden elixir my whole life!"

"That's too weak, a mere golden elixir—"

"Discrimination based on cultivation level is prohibited," Fan Ning interrupted his complaints, pinched his chin, and did not comment on it. He just glanced with disdain at the other cultivators who also showed disgust.

...I didn't find the wrong person at all. All of these people are "accomplices of the Qianle Sect."

"You seem a bit out of place here," Fan Ning tugged at the little apprentice sister's hat and lazily commented, "If it weren't for you, it would make sense to blow up the whole place."

"Anyway, these people won't have a good time if they go out."

"Once put on trial, I guess few will survive intact." Ling You leaned aside to block some of the unpleasant glances. He cast a cold gaze on the group of people, his expression unwavering. "Before this, they wanted to take some people hostage and escape, right? Colluding with the Li family..."

"Huh, aren't you looking down on me?"

Ling You used the spiritual power in his hands to conjure up chains. After being baptized by the magic circle just now, he was also injured and his spiritual power was much weaker than before.

But these people's bodies, which were also affected by the backlash, compensated for this very well.

"Go to hell!" A sharp cry rose from the ground.

Ling You's pupils widened slightly, and before he could release his spiritual power, he saw a figure passing by in front of him.

Fan Ning exclaimed, "Huh?"

Driven by his emotions, the monk jumped up and used the broken strings as a weapon to mercilessly kidnap Fan Ning. He then strangled her neck in front of several people.

"Let me go! Or I'll kill her!"

Fan Ning patted the other person's tense and trembling wrist and reminded him, "Don't shake your hands."

The monk glared at her angrily, and the scarlet blood was about to fall from his fingertips. Fan Ning dodged to the side and visibly breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it did not touch her body.

"It's a bit dirty," Fan Ning said, "Next time you tie me up, can you change my clothes? At least clean up the blood on me."

She wrinkled her nose, not frightened by the crisis in front of her at all, "I told you, don't shake your hands."

The monk who kidnapped the person: "..."

Everyone else: “…”

"Is this okay?" Fu Yao's nervousness eased considerably. She carefully looked at the strings that looked like they could easily break her neck, and lowered her voice to ask, "Does Fan Ning... have any follow-up plans?"

Jiang Biehe: "She will be fine."

"If Fan Ning could be killed by such a trick, the Demon King and Tian Lei would cry out loud," Ling You echoed, also not caring about the kidnapper's life or death, "I will laugh at her for the rest of my life."

After saying that, he calmly tied up everyone else under him as if nothing had happened.

When it was the junior sister's turn, she even extended her hand obediently.

"She doesn't need to," Fan Ning sighed, holding down the trembling hand of the person in front of him, who was about to deviate from the track. "Even if she lets her run, she won't be able to run for long."

On the contrary, it will be of great use if you keep it.

Fan Ning looked meaningfully at his senior brother who lowered his head and seemed to have surrendered, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“You—!” The monk, whose dignity was completely challenged, went completely mad and roared sharply, “You are looking down on me! What gives you the right to look down on me! You bastards who were born with everything, how could you possibly understand our suffering—Ahhhhh, go to hell!”

"Ah, I refuse." Fan Ning's face was very calm, almost expressionless, like a feather, sweeping across his palm that was beginning to bleed. "I don't look down on you, because a tiny and useless little character like you has never entered my eyes from the beginning."

"Don't provoke people at this time," Ling You walked over and cut the string. Seeing the person falling to the ground with his neck stiff without support, he paused, his eyes lowered, cold and compassionate.

"Although there's no need to say anything more, he deserves some thanks. After all, he went to such lengths to help others."

The moment the voice fell, the stone wall that had been silent in the darkness suddenly lit up with tiny lights.

Fu Yao, who knew something about this, was stunned for a moment. Then, as if she had thought of something, she hurriedly said, "Is this... a teleportation formation?"

"It doesn't look like it has existed just now," Jiang Biehe analyzed rationally. It seemed that the senior brother who had been enveloped by the formation finally understood why he insisted on hiding here.

Fu Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she asked, "Don't you want to stop it?"

Ling You was the first to shake his head. "His body can no longer withstand the turbulence of this formation. Such an action is nothing but courting his own destruction."

"..."

"No!" The moment she heard those four words, the junior sister pounced on him.

She had no more strength left, so she could only sadly use up all her strength to drag the benefactor she loved so much bit by bit.

"Let go," the senior brother looked at the magic circle that was about to be activated, and his eyes finally showed a hint of anxiety.

It was an emotion that even he couldn't hide, like a hand that reached out faster than he thought.