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

"Are you still trying to sow discord?" Fan Ning raised his eyes, but never looked back at the expression of the person behind him, as if he was fearless.

She should be fearless.

Ling You looked at the figure from behind, hesitating for a moment before quickly becoming resolute: "Now is not the time to talk about this. If she doesn't get help... she's going to die."

Fan Ning looked at him curiously, and their eyes met in the air. Ling You paused and once again looked away first.

It's very different from the shame and anger I felt in the past.

This time, it seemed like he couldn't face the scene in front of him, so he chose to avoid it first.

"You promised me, you won't forget it, right?" Fan Ning suddenly asked.

Ling You took a step back and forced himself to focus on the person below. Cheng Shuang had just escaped from the biting vines and was now pale. Just looking at him made it seem like he would not live long.

"Now is not the time to talk about this," he pursed his lips, glanced at the Demon Lord who had also quieted down for some reason, and had to admit that he was confused.

"If now isn't the right time, then when is the right time?" Fan Ning grabbed his chin, forcing those eyes that always avoided her to look at her. "I never disliked you for being a demon cultivator, so why do you dislike me now?"

"..."

"This is totally untrue," Ling You said helplessly. He felt even more tired after hearing her say this. "...You never told me this."

"there has never been."

"But is this very important?" Fan Ning's tone became softer, and coupled with her already bewitching voice, it made Ling You a little dazed for a moment.

She said: "I have never concealed my strength, and I never care what brings this strength."

Be it a demon cultivator or an orthodox sect cultivator, for Fan Ning, it is just a matter of taking another path if this one is blocked. Moreover... she has pondered over other techniques in the past world, and even absorbed many evil souls that were wandering the world.

She came out of the fighting and no longer cared which path she took.

"Although I did think about what your expression would be like when you found out about this...but the scene I expected wasn't now." Fan Ning loosened her hand and traced the red mark on his chin with her fingertips, chuckling softly: "Now I'm being honest with you, won't you give me a hug?"

“…Now is not the time—”

Fan Ning opened her arms and hugged him. Dark demonic energy surged from her body and slowly transformed into a protective shield in front of her eyes that was large enough to accommodate two people.

Ling You frowned: "I don't want to..."

"Objection is invalid," Fan Ning pressed his warm lips with one hand, and without blinking, threw him and Cheng Shuang on the ground into the protective circle.

Within the demonic energy, even the sound was completely isolated.

Ling You came to his senses and could only watch Fan Ning calmly walk towards the Demon Lord and say something.

She turned sideways and spoke vaguely, not giving the people behind her a chance to guess what she meant.

When the Demon Lord saw this, he pretended to be ignorant, "Is there anything you can't say to his face? You are talking to me..."

Fan Ning made a vomiting gesture and said bluntly, "Forget it. The Demon Lord's overconfident attitude really doesn't interest me at all."

"It seems you don't really need that secret..."

"Fan Ning," the Demon Lord's voice suddenly turned cold, his black eyes staring straight at her, like some kind of clear warning.

Fan Ning disagreed: "It's just a clone. No matter how much you threaten me, you can't kill me. So... do you have anything else to say?"

"For example...about the abyss you studied."

"What do you know?" The Demon Lord frowned and wanted to tie the man up and hang him in the tower for interrogation, but as Fan Ning said, it was just a clone, so it was obviously impossible to do it.

For the first time, he regretted his act of underestimating the enemy. He chose to only send his clone forward, which put him at a disadvantage from the very beginning.

Fan Ning is too arrogant. If he makes a big fuss at this time, it will definitely not do him any good.

But regarding the abyss...

"Don't you want to talk about it? Then let's change it." Fan Ning noticed the hesitation and cruelty on his face. She paused, deliberately dragging out her tone, and said sympathetically, "If this doesn't work, then let's talk about something else, such as the Way of Heaven."

"I've also been confused for a long time about the fact that no one has ascended to heaven in such a long time."

"..."

"You know," the Demon Lord's voice was completely cold.

Perhaps the murderous expression on his face was obvious enough, Fan Ning raised an eyebrow again and said more bluntly, "You are the only one allowed to know?"

"If you want to seize the secret of heaven, you must have some strength to rely on. Someone like you... is destined not to be able to walk on that path of success."

"Perhaps the previous Demon Lord knew this, which is why he passed the secret to Ling You."

The Demon Lord's expression finally became ferocious when his sore spot was touched. Demonic energy flew around him, and the shadow below began to distort and become looming.

"That's impossible!" He flatly denied it, but what he said was: "How could I be worse than that loser who doesn't even have ambition!"

"So what if he's talented? Just because of that woman's words... he started cultivating spiritual power, a thankless task! How could such a person—"

"I didn't say he could do it, did I?" Fan Ning sighed, his gaze even more scorching. "You seem to really care about the fact that you're not as good as Ling You."

"..."

The Demon Lord was silent for a moment, then retorted, "Don't you think it's unfair? Trying to exploit the loopholes in Heaven's laws is just because it's profitable, isn't it?"

"That's really not the case," Fan Ning picked up the slightly wilted red peony at her waist and brushed her fingertips over the small "teardrop," "It's completely the opposite."

"Because I'm powerful enough, I deserve everything. As for whether it's to 'exploit loopholes' as you said, or to revise the rules - that has nothing to do with others."

Fan Ning smiled and said nonchalantly, "Perhaps my wish is 'peace in the world of immortal cultivation'?"

"This kind of high-sounding statement...even my stupid brother wouldn't believe it." Wanting to amend the rules for the sake of illusory peace, is the legitimate path of cultivation also some kind of folk saying?

This is simply ridiculous.

"...Why did you go to so many lengths to find me?" The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and finally put the person in front of him on the same level as himself.

"That's a long story, but since Ling You probably doesn't have the patience, I'll cut to the chase." Fan Ning looked him in the eye and pinched her chin. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "How about starting by acknowledging my identity?"

"At least for now, I will be your best ally."