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

Three days later, Cheng Shuang finally woke up from her coma.

She opened her eyes, but the nightmare of being entangled and pierced by sharp spikes could not be completely extricated from her mind for a while. She looked at the ceiling with eyes still in shock.

"Are you awake?" Yu Changqing, who had just arrived to check on her, sat down beside the bed. Meeting her gaze, which was still shrouded in fear, he softly soothed her, "This is the inn where the Yueli Sect monks are stationed. You are safe now."

Safety... Cheng Shuang's nerves had recovered and she was stunned for a moment. Her reaction was still slow, but she subconsciously grabbed Yu Changqing's sleeve.

"No, Demon, Demon Lord..."

"I know," Yu Changqing wasn't very good at dealing with such emotions, so he could only calmly state the facts he knew. "Fan Ning and the others found you while investigating the situation. There were indeed traces of a powerful demon cultivator at the scene, but he had already left."

"How long have I been unconscious?" Cheng Shuang's mind was dull, but she instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

"Three days," Yu Changqing thought for a moment and added, "Jiang Biehe from my sect came to see your condition. Aside from the damage to your foundation caused by the demonic energy, everything else is basically fine."

"But the poison at the Hundred Flowers Fair..."

"That's not poison," Yu Changqing paused, pondering for a moment before speaking reluctantly, "Maybe it is indeed poison, but when combined with the Soul Separation Induction developed by Jiang Xue, that small amount of poison is actually the antidote."

"He didn't harm any innocent people. Those who were truly affected by the Soul-Separation Guidance were all related to a family massacre that happened a hundred years ago."

Speaking of this, Yu Changqing sighed a little. The life span of mortals is limited. Logically speaking, what happened a hundred years ago should not involve so many people.

However, they were greedy and had been maintaining improper dealings with the leader of Qianle Sect for a long time. Not only did they buy a lot of pills that could prolong life at high prices, but they also sucked blood from others and stole a life that did not belong to them, even though they should have lived a mediocre life.

"...Is it related to an old case from a hundred years ago?" Cheng Shuang remembered what she heard before she fainted. If the "Lin family is back" was true, then Jiang Xue, who was arrested as the culprit...

"He is the remaining bloodline of the Lin family from a hundred years ago," Yu Changqing sighed, looking at her anxious and pale face, but his mind couldn't help but think of the people imprisoned in the dungeon.

——Jiangxue, a name given to her at the Hundred Flowers Festival a hundred years ago.

He was only a child at that time, and he had to endure countless hardships to return here, but now, because of that obsession, he trapped himself in prison.

"How is he now?" Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes and also thought of the frivolous and dishonest figure.

"They refused to let some people go and are awaiting trial."

Most of those people were not even born a hundred years ago, but they were the families of the perpetrators, and even enjoyed the benefits brought by their extermination... It is impossible to judge their complete innocence, but they should not have their souls crushed like the real perpetrators, and be immersed in fear and nightmares day and night.

Cheng Shuang suddenly became quiet. She looked at her hands, and her pierced body seemed to still be in pain.

Her mind was weighed down by a heavy mood, and she felt a little listless. She tried to think carefully about the cause and effect in her mind, but unexpectedly recalled several fragmented scenes.

"Fire..." Like a black mist, a terrifying fire spread across the prairie.

The vines were burned and she was rescued from the other side of death. At that time, her consciousness was clearly clear for a moment.

"I remember! Fan Ning is here..." Cheng Shuang shouted excitedly.

"Hush," Yu Changqing stopped her from talking. He paused, looked into her puzzled eyes, and sighed, "Fan Ning said that she picked you up from that place."

Cheng Shuang was unwilling to let the truth be buried, "But she clearly..." and confronted the Demon Lord directly.

"No buts," Yu Changqing interrupted again, his tone unusually stern, "She saved you by picking you up."

Cheng Shuang was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice: "...Don't you care?"

"I only know that she saved people, caught the murderer, and didn't do anything she shouldn't have done." Yu Changqing was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes again and said calmly, "That's enough."

As for getting to the bottom of secrets that others are unwilling to reveal, that is not his job.

Yu Changqing stood up and, after confirming that the person in front of him was fine, he simply said, "I've informed the Changfeng Sect of your situation. Someone will be here to pick you up in half a day."

"Also, Fan Ning asked me to say that your competition needs to be postponed."

"Where is Fan Ning?" Cheng Shuang suddenly became excited, and it was not until Yu Changqing frowned that she realized that she had expressed her emotions incorrectly.

She clutched a corner of the quilt and explained, "I won't get to the bottom of it. No matter what, I will accept this life-saving favor."

"I just have something to give her," Cheng Shuang said. "That competition... I lost from the moment I stubbornly tried to use the poison to ruin her plan."

"... Just think of it as someone who did something wrong wanting to express some regret."

"..."

Seeing the sincerity in her eyes, Yu Changqing nodded, which was considered as his agreement.

Fanning's location was not difficult to find, but it was quite unexpected.

When Cheng Shuang got out of bed with difficulty and saw Fan Ning and others sitting in the first seat listening to the story, she was silent for a moment. In this overly lively occasion, all the preparations she had prepared in her mind were ruined.

"Fan Ning..."

"Speaking of the Lin family..."

"Fan Ning——"

"The leader of the Qianle Sect was just an insignificant disciple back then. How could he achieve anything great? He relied on..."

"Fan Ning!!!"

Cheng Shuang, who was almost suffocated by the crowd, blushed.

Fan Ning finally turned around and was surprised at the other person's appearance. Then he waved his hand and asked Ling You next to him to pull the person in.

"Next time you come to see the show, you'll have to come early. This place is in high demand," Fan Ning said, grabbing a handful of preserved fruit and patting the wrinkles on someone's shoulder with a smile. "Didn't Senior Brother Yu bring you a message? Why are you looking for me now?"

"..."

Cheng Shuang remained silent, but honestly did not hide. He took out a medium-sized box from his Qiankun bag.

"It's rosewood, and there are runes carved on it..." Seeing this, Ling You blocked the prying eyes of the people around him, and noticed that Cheng Shuang slowly raised her hand, which was an offer of help, so he directly put the box into Fan Ning's arms.

"Everyone's watching, don't dither," Ling You said, "Aren't you going to give this to her?"

He was still a little angry and his attitude towards Cheng Shuang was not very good.

"This is a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum," Cheng Shuang lowered her head, knowing that she was not liked by others, "I lost to you, and I still owe you the favor of saving my life."

Fan Ning pondered for a moment, accepted the gift, and then slowly said, "A favor for saving my life? I just happened to be there, but I didn't save your life."