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

In the evening, this frustration fell on Ling You.

"How many times is this?" Ling You looked at the knocked door with an unhappy expression.

This is the inn they are staying in. In Yu Changqing's words, he hopes they can have a good sleep after working so hard for so long, as there will be a formal flower viewing party tomorrow.

But the fact is, after just one hour of rest, this poor door, which deserved a moment of peace, had to bear the pain that did not belong to it.

The root of all this was simply because he didn't keep an eye on Fan Ning during the short period of time when he sent the person to the government office.

"The third one," Fan Ning was very calm. He poured him a cup of hot tea to comfort him, and then blew the hot steam on the teacup. In the mist, the pair of eyes that met his blinked, and she didn't seem surprised at all by what was happening.

Ling You felt something was wrong: "...So, what did you do? They've completely treated you as a lifeline, right?"

He couldn't drink the tea anymore.

"I just extended a helping hand. Senior Brother Yu was in a hurry, and they thought of someone as important as me. It can be said that they are desperate and are looking for help."

...No, it's definitely not just like that.

Ling You held his forehead, having given up hope of getting the "truth" out of her. "Then what are you going to do next? These people are not easy to deal with. Whenever something happens to the Qianle Sect, they never stop using their tricks behind the scenes."

Although most of them are local wealthy businessmen, even a large number of ants can kill an elephant. They are monks from the sect, not evil cultivators who kill people without blinking an eye!

"Don't worry," Fan Ning, sensing the slightly irritable mood of the people around him, put down the teacup in his hand, propped his chin with both hands, and yawned lazily, "What you imagine will not happen."

"I arranged for these people to meet at the same place, but at different times, and then added a little bit of fuel..."

"Right now, they should be killing each other."

Fan Ning was calm and composed, as if he didn't think he had said anything excessive. He simply raised the corner of his lips and said, "The best places are only reserved for the most powerful. Isn't that the principle they follow?"

Ling You took a deep breath and asked, "Will you really be able to see someone tomorrow?"

"Who knows," Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, "If no one is around, I can still have some peace and quiet."

Ling You couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or a lie.

But it doesn’t matter, everyone else understood after being “guided” by Fan Ning.

The next day, when the two returned to the upper room to admire the flowers and vote, they found that the venue, which was previously full of flowers, was now half empty.

"They were all taken away by Yu Changqing and the local authorities." The monks followed the rules of the monks, and the ordinary people followed the rules of ordinary people. Jiang Biehe nodded, expressing his satisfaction: "The Qianle Sect dungeon is no longer able to hold anyone."

"It seems Jiangxue's preparations weren't very good," Fan Ning sighed, "She didn't even overwhelm the Qianle Sect directly."

"..."

"He just can't do it!" Ling You made the final decision.

"Who says I can't do it?" The man who seemed to have appeared everywhere overnight appeared again.

Jiang Biehe pointed at Ling You. Not knowing what he was thinking, he actually took the initiative to make room next to Fan Ning and watched them face to face.

Ling You: “…”

Ling You tutted his words, looking extremely disgusted: "What are you doing here again? You are the village chief, but you don't even have a room upstairs?"

Jiangxue walked into the room calmly and closed the door. "I'm here to see His Highness Fanning. I'm not as concerned about the environment as you are."

"She doesn't need you by her side."

"It's okay, I'm not one more person, I don't mind."

Jiangxue covered her lips and smiled, and the clothes on her shoulders fell down, revealing the even more charming blood-red lotus, which fell right in front of Fan Ning.

"I was running around for you last night, and I was confronted by several ugly old faces all at once. I was really upset."

"Don't you want to make it up to me?"

"..." Fan Ning waved her hand, "I politely declined."

"I don't like being too proactive."

Jiang Xue was stunned for a moment, her expression becoming subtle, "Then what should I do, Your Highness Fan Ning..."

Ling You expressionlessly grabbed his wrist as he tried to reach out, and said with a forced smile, "You should just shut your mouth."

"Ah, but last night..."

"I was with her the whole night." Ling You glanced at Fan Ning, pushed the person he was holding as far away as possible, and said, "There's nothing worth hiding."

"He's right," Fan Ning bit off the fruit Jiang Biehe fed her, took Ling You's hand and asked him to sit next to her, and said slowly, "We've always been together."

A "ding" sound was heard.

The tightly closed window slowly transformed into a curtain of water, completely revealing the scene outside.

"Now it's time to elect the Flower King," Jiang Biehe explained to those around him, adding, "This should have been done by the disciples of Qianle Sect, but due to special circumstances, Fu Yao and his fellow disciples have taken charge of it."

"It won't reveal who's inside, but after all, we're in such a hurry that we can't see more of their location."

Fan Ning nodded and moved a little closer to the front.

There were both men and women waiting downstairs holding flowers, standing next to the equally gorgeous flowers, without being deprived of the attention at all.

In other words, they are also part of this flower viewing party.

Jiang Xue, who used to be a flower bearer, said, "Here, flowers and people are inseparable. If the flower in your hand becomes the King of Flowers, then the person holding the flowers will also be honored."

“…Although, that’s not always a good thing.”

Fan Ning glanced at him and asked, "Is this from the bottom of your heart?"

"Of course," Jiangxue spread her hands, looking helpless, "I don't intend to offend His Highness Fanning over such a thing."

"I'm not someone who will be protected by His Highness Fan Ning like a little chicken. What will happen next... I've seen a lot."

Ling You, who was being pulled and stepped on, clenched Fan Ning's hand and said coldly, "Is this also a matter of experience?"

"That's hard to say," Jiang Xue lowered her eyes slightly and sighed, "I'm saying this now... I just can't stand seeing someone who doesn't deserve their position sitting on a high platform."

"..."

"Look at the flowers," Fan Ning said concisely.

"Didn't we agree to come to the Hundred Flowers Festival?" She patted Ling You's hand, looked at the part of her palm that was pinched red, and then looked at the person next to her with a tense expression. She couldn't help but laughed on his shoulder.

The lips that were close to him breathed hot air into his ear, and the tip of Ling You's ear gradually became warmer.

"Do you care that much?"

Ling You: “…No.”

"Really? Then I should stay away from you?"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You silently tightened the hand of someone who wanted to leave.