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

The Hundred Flowers Festival, held every ten years, is truly extraordinary.

Beauties in different postures stood on the platform holding flowers. Every time a piece of praise fell from the private room, petals would fly around them in the same way. A small number of petals were just embellishments, while a large number of petals surrounded people like layers of flower waves.

The red peony chosen by Fan Ning survived last night's bites. The crystal dewdrops on the flower are like round jade stones. When a little light shines through, it stands out from the cluster of flowers, attracting people's attention.

"That was carefully nurtured. Rumor has it that every drop of dew is a teardrop of a beauty." Jiang Xue smiled, as if noticing her gaze, and took the initiative to explain, "That's not just a rumor."

"Beauty?" Fan Ning looked at him.

"Whether they are beautiful or not, tears make no difference," Jiangxue said slowly, "Are the tears of a cultivator more unique than those of an ordinary person?"

"It's just a gimmick to attract attention."

Jiang Xue: "The best part is yet to come."

Ling You instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

As the other person looked at him from afar with a playful look in his eyes, he tugged at Fan Ning's sleeve and whispered in her ear, "The people here..."

"Everyone who deserves to be attacked has been hit," Fan Ning said calmly, turning his head to the side. "Now that things have come to this, there's no point in saying anything more."

Ling You was alert: "Won't he implicate you?"

"No," Fan Ning glanced at him, "...He's a smart man and wouldn't make me angry for no reason."

"If I make you angry..."

"Then just hang him on the ceiling and beat him up," Fan Ning raised his eyebrows nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Jiang Xue coughed and said with a wry smile, "Your Highness Fan Ning, my sincerity towards you is evident to all heaven and earth..."

"I don't believe it," Fan Ning accuses confidently, "You won't even dig it out and show it to me."

Jiangxue: "..."

Ling You: “…………”

Ling You looked at the other person's face, which was a little stiff after being pushed back. For some reason, he felt a secret pity in his heart.

"Your Highness Fan Ning still likes to joke with me, digging into my heart and so on... If you like, it's not a bad idea to do it in a more appropriate occasion..." Jiang Xue covered her face with her sleeves, and even though there were people between them, she winked at Fan Ning frivolously.

The trace of pity that had just risen in Ling You's heart was instantly shattered.

"He's not sincere. Even if you dig it out and eat it with wine, it's all black." Ling You thought about it and felt that such words might sound jealous, so he reluctantly changed his words and said, "I have to choose a time to show it to you. Who knows, I might even give you a knife then."

Fan Ning was amused. She held his hand on the table in her palm and comforted him with a smile.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the words just escaped a little when he was interrupted by the sudden noise from below.

Ling You wanted to continue listening regardless, but within two seconds, a pair of bloody hands hurriedly knocked on their door.

"Fan Ning!" The girl who had challenged her earlier glanced around the room and spotted Jiang Biehe opening the door for her. She immediately grabbed his wrist and started to walk out. "Hurry and help! Those people have been poisoned..."

Jiang Biehe looked at Fan Ning, and Fan Ning nodded to her first.

"Senior Sister, you and Miss Cheng should go out and rescue them first." Fan Ning looked out the window at the chaotic scene. He put on a serious expression and said solemnly, "Fu Yao and the others are coming here. If they see Senior Brother Yu, tell him to come up first."

"You're not going to help?" The person who had just rushed out widened his eyes.

"With so many wounded, aren't you a medicine practitioner? You're really needed down there!"

"..."

After he finished speaking, Fan Ning looked at the many people whose attention was drawn, feeling a little helpless for a moment.

"...This is really not good," she muttered to herself. Her original idea of ​​finding Yu Changqing to stabilize the situation and operate secretly was forced to fail.

"Fairy Fanning!!"

In the distance, people who were reminded by the shout rushed over.

Ling You arrived at the door and looked at the many people who had noticed this place from afar, feeling annoyed.

"Don't come any closer," he blocked Fan Ning behind him with an extremely cold expression on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Fan Ning..." The person who came was hesitant, as if he had something to say but was unable to open his mouth.

Fan Ning glanced at him and felt annoyed, so he simply drove him away frankly, "This matter is still under investigation, it's useless for you to come to me."

"...Fellow Daoist Fanning, didn't we agree that..."

"Stop it," Ling You couldn't stand his cautious and yet trying-to-get-close look anymore. He paused, glanced at the outsider whose expression was already a little off, and said simply, "The situation is unclear now. This is not the time to discuss personal matters."

"You're a monk, right?" he reminded. "You should know that the most important thing right now is to control the situation and not cause any more trouble."

"..."

"I know who did it..." A dark aura flashed in the eyes of the monk who was pushed away, and he looked straight into the house with a dull expression.

Ling You subconsciously felt that something was wrong and was about to knock the man out, but the other party dodged him first.

"He's back! The Lin family is back! The wronged souls of the Lin family are back for revenge!—"

A loud voice echoed in the building. Ling You stopped himself from going downstairs, and his attitude couldn't help but become a little sharp when he heard such words.

"Stop talking nonsense."

“There are no wronged souls…”

Before he could finish his words, the hand that was holding the person seemed to be entangled by something and suddenly became limp.

"Cheng Shuang," Fan Ning finally remembered the name on the challenge letter. She held Ling You's shoulders as he subconsciously fell, and said in a cold voice, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Why didn't you dare let him finish?" Cheng Shuang didn't realize her mistake at all. She waved the white powder in her hand, her face full of disappointment and anger. "I thought you were a good person. I didn't believe the news last night... I didn't expect you to be so dishonest behind the scenes!"

"Not only are you not in a hurry to save people, you're also deliberately colluding with others to stir up conflict! Now you're trying to control those involved in those things... Are you still Elder Qian's disciple?"

"..."

What is this all about...

Fan Ning looked at the little girl with a headache, her face flushed red with anger. After seeing Jiang Biehe's expression that she was fine, the emotion on her face completely disappeared.

She handed Ling You, who was hesitant to speak, to Jiang Biehe, and slowly walked in front of Cheng Shuang, with her profile half hidden in the shadows and half in the sunlight, looking even more indifferent.

"You're so self-centered in judging people as good or bad, and you're so rash as to be the first to speak out," Fan Ning lowered his eyes, his lips curled up coldly, "Did I ever tell you that people like this don't usually live long?"