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

"Has the culprit been found?" Fu Yao received the information from the scene in a daze. Her expression was stunned again and again. She pointed at Jiang Xue, who looked so beautiful and innocent. She was silent for a moment, "...What about the Lin family mentioned?"

"Perhaps it would be better to ask the person involved directly about that old case," Fan Ning mumbled vaguely, then turned around and stood with Ling You beside him. "...We shouldn't be needed for this kind of thing anymore, right?"

Yu Changqing was somewhat helpless: "This is the person you identified, and besides, there are other things..."

If you get involved with the disciples of Changfeng Sect, it won’t work even if Changfeng Sect itself is not considered a big sect!

If you don't even ask a question, it will look too much like a cover-up.

"That's not a good idea," Yu Changqing tried to dissuade him tactfully.

Fan Ning uttered an "eh," pretending not to understand his hidden meaning: "Don't you believe me?"

Yu Changqing: "...No, that's not what I meant."

"So you think I poisoned these people and also poisoned Cheng Shuang?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then what else is there to say? I've already found the culprit. What you're about to do has nothing to do with me. I can't save people or detoxify. Leaving me behind is no different than leaving an unconscious Cheng Shuang behind."

"..."

Jiang Biehe took the initiative to step forward and said, "I'll go with you. They have their own things to do."

As she said this, her cold gaze slowly fell on the two of them. Fan Ning didn't change much and took the initiative to smile at her, but Ling You's expression changed.

After realizing that Fan Ning and the others really wouldn't leave with him, Yu Changqing sighed. He didn't say anything to persuade them. He just looked at the two of them and added a warning: "Yongzhou City has been unstable recently. If you have any difficulties, I'll be at Qianle Sect."

"What can I do for you?" Fan Ning asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Yu Changqing was silent for a moment, "As long as it doesn't violate the principles."

Fan Ning thought about what he was about to do and smiled without saying anything.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Jiang Xue, who was left aside, kindly urged, pointing at the half-carried person and reminding her, "She may not be able to hold on that long."

Fu Yao finally managed to sort out some of her thoughts from the chaotic scene. Seeing the culprit's completely unconcerned look, she reached out and took the female cultivator from Yu Changqing's shoulder. Frowning, she asked, "Are you so self-righteous?"

Not to mention that he was a captured prisoner, Jiangxue looked like he was the son of a noble family.

Even though she knew there might be some hidden secret in this matter, she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Do you know how many people you have harmed? If they died..."

"If they're dead, then they're dead. Do I really need to light fireworks to celebrate?" Jiang Xue chuckled, the flamboyant red tail feathers on her earlobes trembling with his movements. "If they're not dead, then I need to consider other issues."

Fu Yao couldn't stand it anymore. She turned her eyes to look at Yu Changqing who also had a frown on his face. Out of respect for her senior, she gave up the next opportunity.

Yu Changqing shook his head implicitly. He knew that the man in front of him had an inevitable relationship with Fan Ning, but precisely because of this, he was extremely convinced that there must be something worth pondering.

"Don't worry, for His Highness Fan Ning's sake, I will tell you everything I know." Jiang Xue knocked on the table next to her, smiling brightly, and then sighed faintly, "What a pity! The flowers today are blooming as beautifully as they did a hundred years ago."

Fu Yao, who was glanced at intentionally or unintentionally, was silent for a moment, always feeling that there was something bad in the glance.

But this has nothing to do with the two people who briefly separated.

After seeing everyone off, Fan Ning lowered his eyes and looked at the wailing sounds that could be heard from time to time downstairs. His gaze swept over the poisoned and unconscious people intentionally or unintentionally. Finally, he seemed to remember something, walked past nonchalantly, and picked a lonely peony that was thrown on the stage.

"You like it very much?" Ling You touched the dew on the flower, his face looking a little unhappy. "...It's best not to touch this thing."

"I know," Fan Ning walked out of the door calmly, broke off the longer branches, and left only a short piece to put around his waist.

"I'm just a little curious," she said, with the corners of her mouth slowly rising.

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It's past noon.

The two of them sat in a not-so-bustling tea stall, easily putting aside what had happened before. They nibbled on exquisite snacks while evaluating the unique tea of ​​Yongzhou City, with several not-so-scorching rays of sunlight behind them.

"Are you sure you'll see someone here?" Ling You looked at Fan Ning, whose expression was relaxed and not at all nervous, and wondered, "There are quite a few cultivators stationed nearby. Even if it was someone... they should know better than to openly look for someone."

"What else? They came looking for me, so do I have to thoughtfully prepare a location for them to take action on a dark and windy night?" Fan Ning blew the steam off the teacup, and the mist blurred her expression for a moment. "If you can't even do such a small thing, then you're really useless."

Ling You: “…”

"Don't worry, just eat and drink," Fan Ning turned the snack in his hand and stuffed it into the mouth of the person in front of him. He glanced back and quickly noticed something unusual.

An old man selling goods with a hunched back was limping towards their table.

The backpack he was carrying was completely covered by a black cloth. He was limping, but it seemed as if he had gone through some kind of training, and there was no trace of him left.

The words "I have a problem" are written all over his face.

Fan Ning leaned slightly to the side, put down the teacup with a smile, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at the clumsy old man with interest.

"elder":"……"

Seeing this, the old man also walked to their table. When no one was paying attention, he quietly took out a letter from behind and handed it to Ling You.

Ling You raised his eyebrows but didn't respond. He deliberately looked at Fan Ning in front of him, openly seeking advice.

Fan Ning nodded before taking the letter into his hands.

The demon cultivator disguised under the old man's mask was stunned, remembering the matter that the adult was sent here to investigate.

I don’t know why, but after seeing this scene, my once unshakable views were subtly moved by something.

No way, there really aren't men dressed as women these days, right...?

"We will go," Fan Ning read the letter in a few seconds. As soon as she saw his pupils shaking, she knew what he was thinking and narrowed her eyes dangerously.

"Is there anything you haven't finished yet?"

The old man was so frightened by the overwhelming pressure that he bent down, his fingers trembling, and he looked like a real old man.

"...No, no."

Fan Ning glanced at him and casually crumpled the paper in his hand. "Why don't you leave then? Friendly reminder, there are already cultivators looking at you."