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

[Heartbeat value plus fifty]

system:【……】

The system felt exhausted: [Host, you are really unforgiving...]

Isn't the range of this sweep too far?

Not to mention those monks who couldn't recognize the Demon King, even the leader's face froze for a moment!

[Even when you are unreasonable, you still get a 30% chance of success. Why should you be lenient when you are right? ]

Fan Ning raised his eyebrows, picked up the tied-up demon elder without looking away and threw him on the ground, without much intention of negotiating.

"The demon bug on his body must be the leader. I want to interrogate him. Who knows, I might be able to find out something."

"Moreover, he should be one of the first to be infected by the demon worms. The others have simply fallen into a forced sleep, but his mind has probably been eaten away by it."

The demon king was surprisingly easy to talk to.

After personally confirming Fan Ning's statement, he looked at his people with compassion, fiddling with the flowing light in his hands.

"I have sent away the remaining soul of his. Please treat his body well."

Fan Ning nodded, turned his head and declined the monks behind him who wanted to follow him, "This is a unique secret technique, and it will not be passed on to others."

An indignant monk pointed at Ling You who was not stopped.

The meaning is quite obvious.

Ling You paused, and just as he was about to do something, he was firmly pulled back.

Fan Ning sneered: "He is someone I trust."

After saying that, without waiting for the person opposite to speak again, he impatiently dragged the person behind a tree.

Fan Ning casually made a few movements that looked like he was casting a spell, and the system wisely blocked out the sound of their conversation.

[Host, is there anything wrong with him? ]

The system glanced at the heartbeat value which had risen by 50 again, and felt a little disappointed.

"Why him?"

Coincidentally, Ling You also asked a similar question.

"Maybe it's because he's still obsessed with you. He's been secretly watching you several times. If I hadn't covered it up, he would have been able to hide it long ago."

Fan Ning freed the monster's blocked mouth, and in an instant, the insults that he couldn't stop in time came out.

"...Ling You! You, a loser, actually hid behind a righteous cultivator. Have you forgotten your own mother, whom you killed? You, a heretic—"

Fan Ning covered his mouth just right.

When they were a few breaths away, Ling You's gaze stopped, his hands hanging at his sides were clenched tightly, as if something had been pulled out of him, and his expression was blank.

"Who are you?" He lowered his eyes. "Why do you know me?"

Fan Ning let go.

"You don't recognize me, you actually can't recognize me? This is such a joke..."

"Pa," Fan Ning slapped him coldly and continued to threaten, "Say something useful."

Ling You stared blankly at Fan Ning who started fighting without saying a word.

There was another silence, and then he breathed a sigh of relief as if his neck had recovered.

"Which of my brothers are you? You're actually still alive."

"Bah, you..."

"Hmm?" Fan Ning narrowed his eyes.

"..."

The situation was stronger than the person. The consciousness trapped in the monster's body glared at Ling You, and finally spoke properly.

"I am now Zi Yi, a name bestowed upon me personally by the venerable Lord Demon. It is infinitely more noble than a traitor like you who has been expelled from the throne."

"How does it feel to have a home but not be able to return? Do you still dare to act so high and mighty in front of me? Ling You, you and your useless mother—"

"Snapped!"

Fan Ning clicked his tongue and calmly shook off the hand that had slapped him again.

"Red, right? Now it's symmetrical."

Zi Yi was stunned for a moment, and the expression on her face gradually distorted: "It's Zi Yi, Zi Yi! You..."

"Snapped!"

Fan Ning gradually became impatient: "It's just yellow clothes, what are you yelling about?"

"It's Zi Yi!" Zi Yi, on the verge of collapse, turned to Ling You, whose expression had softened, and frantically tore at the restraints on his body. "He's a worthless person who has abandoned his responsibilities. He was born to be trampled under my feet!"

Oh, it looks like the defense is starting to break.

Fan Ning comforted him: "You can even curse at the trash you call yourself, which shows that you are not much better."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You tried to ignore the subtle hurt in Fan Ning's words: "Why are you here? And you look like this."

The person who was hysterical just now suddenly became quiet.

"Ling You, did you know that His Majesty has been looking for you?" Zi Yi's eyes, like black holes, were fixed on Ling You, and the corners of his mouth gradually widened. "What qualifications do you have to question me? We are no longer equals. If you want to know, then kneel down and kowtow to me a few times. Maybe I will show mercy and tell you!"

"You two are indeed different," Fan Ning pulled Ling You, who was in a state of turmoil, and nodded calmly after hearing this. "You said your Lord is looking for him everywhere. Do you have such treatment?"

Zi Yi: "What nonsense are you talking about! What good could our Lord do by looking for him?"

"That's hard to say. You know it clearly in your heart. If Ling You appeared in front of your Lord, would he really remember you?"

Zi Yi: "Don't try to sow discord..."

"You can't even grab this little bit of attention, and you still firmly believe that your beloved Lord will give up Lingyou for you?"

Zi Yi: “…”

"Qingyi..."

"I'm Zi Yi!" As if an automatic reply had been triggered, Zi Yi's already distorted expression instantly became ferocious, "It's not what you said at all!"

Fan Ning spread his hands, indifferent: "I'm just an innocent spectator, just speaking my mind, why are you so anxious?"

"Did I get it right?"

Zi Yi was furious and retorted loudly: "I am stronger than him! I have the instructions of the demon species, and I am the most valued confidant of His Majesty!"

Fan Ning: "Oh, you figured it out already?"

She looked at Ling You, who was also in a trance, and said, "Why don't you ask for an explanation? This is your achievement. Maybe your brother is so valuable that he can offer you to the inner sect disciple."

"It's a bit wasteful, but it saves trouble."

Zi Yi opened his mouth and was about to bite her.

"Stay away from me," Ling You said embarrassedly. His actions were faster than his brain. After Fan Ning's series of punches, all the gloomy feeling he had disappeared.

I even felt pity for this person who could be considered my blood brother.

But Zi Yi didn't appreciate it at all. Perhaps because he had lost all hope, he calmed down instead.

"Ling You, you will not die a good death. You are a demon cultivator. How can another alien tolerate you? Demon cultivators are born evil. Do you dare to reveal your identity?"

Ling You's shoulders stiffened.

Fan Ning took a deep breath as if he felt the situation was difficult, but soon the hesitation on his face turned into indifference.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Fan Ning skillfully pulled out the hidden weapon from Ling You's waist and blocked it.

"Now that you've been pointed at and threatened, either dig out the wounds on your body or tear apart the mouth that's talking nonsense."

She stared at Ling You's suddenly dilated pupils, becoming increasingly impatient: "Really? Do you still need me to teach you this?"

Ling You was speechless.

He took the sharp knife handed to him like a piece of wood and couldn't suppress his smile.