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

"I don't think anyone still remembers that person holding the flowers...her name is Jiangxue."

The faint and light lotus fragrance fell into Fan Ning's eyes. Leaning on the railing, Jiang Xue jumped lightly, turned her back to the noisy crowd downstairs, and slowly opened her palms towards her.

The blood-colored lotus was as vivid and lifelike as the mark on his body.

"This isn't a flower. It makes me feel really bad," Ling You frowned, sensing a strange aura and asking preemptively, "What on earth is this?"

"It's my treasure," Jiangxue closed her palm and sighed softly, "I can't stand your sarcastic words."

Ling You: “…”

Fan Ning laughed: "Baby, you are one of a kind. Are you willing to have only one flower like this?"

"Of course, the more it blooms, the better. People in the world should be able to see its beauty," Jiangxue curled the corners of his mouth, and the frivolous smile on his face turned solemn in an instant, as if what was in front of him was not just a flower, but also the "answer" that he had cultivated with all his might.

"...When those who harm others suffer the consequences, it will bloom all over the city."

Fan Ning said nothing and made no response to these remarks that sounded like a declaration of war.

Until Jiangxue left.

The red shadow gradually disappeared from sight, like a torch that had burned to the end. The air it passed through cooled down and became particularly cold.

"What he is doing now is something that the monks of the sect should refuse to do," Ling Youguan reminded, looking at the others who were completely unaware that danger was approaching.

The people gathered here were still cheering for the flowers and beauties on the field. Children holding candied haws were running among them, their round eyes curved like fat crescent moons.

"Revenge is the right thing to do," Fan Ning said calmly. He extended half of his body over the railing and caught the fruit that Jiang Biehe threw to him from a distance.

"Are you so sure he won't harm innocent people? Those people imprisoned in the dungeon..."

"Those people have lost their cultivation, but it's not completely hopeless." Fan Ning glanced at him and said, "After all, this is someone else's business."

She is not a savior sent from heaven. She can't just look after things here and give instructions there.

"...Is it because of Jiangxue?"

Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and looked over.

Ling You was confused. Jiang Xue had a very clear purpose since she appeared, and now, even Fan Ning chose to stand by his side.

"If it wasn't Jiangxue who did this... would you trust her as much as you do now?"

Trust…what kind of strange description is that?

Fan Ning argued, "That's not trust. It's just that no matter what he did in this matter, it doesn't matter to me."

What she values ​​is not the other person's character.

Fan Ning emphasized: "I just need him to do something for me."

Jiangxue was originally sent by the Demon Lord to investigate their strength. How could there be any trust in the transaction established on the ruins?

"you……"

"Are you Fan Ning?" A spoiled voice came from behind.

Ling You, who was interrupted, looked back. As soon as he raised his eyes, he was startled by the human-shaped rice dumpling in the other party's hand.

"I'll leave this to you guys," the little girl tossed the man aside and lightly jumped in front of Fan Ning, pouting and saying, "I didn't expect it would be so uneasy back here. If I had known, I would have pestered Master to move to another place."

"But it's nice to see Jiang Biehe having fun."

After that, she raised her hand and handed over a gold-embossed post, "Are you competing with me this time?"

"...Are you the disciple of Elder Qian's old friend?" Ling You finally found an opportunity to interrupt.

"Old friend? Well, I didn't expect Elder Qian to describe my master like this," the little girl spread her hands, her exceptionally lively facial features slightly wrinkled, as if she was a little unable to accept this word.

"Don't forget the time," she waved to Fan Ning who took the post. She came and went in a hurry, leaving behind the speechless human-shaped dumpling rolling on the ground and shedding sad tears.

Ling You kicked him and asked coldly, "What did you do?"

"Uh-huh--"

Fan Ning tore open the rope that bound his mouth.

"I didn't do anything. I just didn't recognize this girl. There's been a lot of trouble in Yongzhou City lately, and the robbers along the way have been particularly rampant..."

"I just wanted to protect her, but I didn't expect this little girl to be so powerful. She ate one of my fruits and refused to admit it. She even tied me up tightly with a rope..."

"You two, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

After saying that, he wanted to cry again. Fan Ning stuffed the rope back into his body and waited until he calmed down before letting him go again.

She asked, "Where did this rope come from?"

The tied-up man trembled on the ground for a moment, his eyes flickering: "How would I know what's in your monks' bags... I've never seen a monk before..."

"You've never seen one before, so that's why you robbed the wrong person along the way and ended up being tied up and left here?" Ling You said pointedly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "It's okay to be blind, but you can't even learn to speak."

"Stupid?"

"..."

The man on the ground was obviously irritated by this sentence. He thought about the news in the city in recent days, and suddenly kicked his legs and rolled his eyes.

"Ahhhhh, the monks are killing people, the monks are bullying ordinary people—"

"Is there anyone who can take care of this——"

"It's really interesting," Fan Ning raised his hand and tied the rope back tightly, stuffing the other person's mouth so tightly that it bulged.

Seeing that her surroundings were quiet, she clapped her hands and pointed at herself lightly.

"You didn't hear the whole story?" Fan Ning smiled, and in the eyes of the other party, he whispered like a devil, "The cultivator who caused the 'murder incident' before was also me."

"I'm still alive and well, right?"

"Ling You, deal with him," Fan Ning stood up, his eyes falling on the man with wide eyes and drooling, revealing obvious disgust, "Deal with him cleanly and don't let him cause trouble again."

"Alas," Ling You sighed, patting the man's head like a watermelon, his eyes filled with pity. "Tell me, why did you have to mess with her when you couldn't mess with anyone else?"

"Be more careful next time..."

The tied-up man was stunned for a moment, then struggled violently.

But his strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Ling You, and soon he was dragged down from the building in despair.

With his eyes tightly closed, his mind began to race, he was begging for forgiveness from everyone, and when he thought he would not live to see tomorrow, he met a government official with a serious face.

"..."

Ling You smiled, meeting those eyes that had lost their color due to shock, and said in an especially innocent tone: "...What did you think I would do to you?"

"..."

The person being handed over felt particularly aggrieved and kept looking back as he walked in.