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

Before he could finish his words, seeing the stunned expression on the man's face, Fan Ning stuffed the Ganoderma into his Qiankun bag and said, "I'll take the Ganoderma, but I didn't go there to save you, so I don't need you to keep remembering my kindness."

"If it wasn't you who saved me, then who was it...?" Cheng Shuang was very confused. She couldn't think of a third party no matter how hard she tried, so she slowly turned her gaze to Ling You.

Ling You refused: "It's not me either."

"Don't look for it anymore. Just go back with the people from Changfeng Sect as soon as possible." Fan Ning didn't intend to keep the secret here. After a pause, he said, "The person who truly saved you may not need this gratitude at all."

For Jiangxue, she was thankful that she could take away the people from Changfeng Sect, who seemed unnecessary.

As for the rest...

Fan Ning added, "I'll tell him. If there's no reply, just forget about it."

"It's a nightmare that you can't wait to get out of, isn't it?"

Cheng Shuang was caught off guard by this statement. Before she could open her mouth, a finger was pressed against her shoulder and she was pushed back a step.

"Go back," Fan Ning said, "We're done with each other now. It's best if you don't get involved in what happens next."

A passionate and emotional person can easily be extinguished once he is poured with handfuls of cold water.

Cheng Shuang froze in place, staring into her eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, like a puppy whose fur was all wet and heavy and could no longer walk. "...Thank you."

She rubbed her stiff face randomly, finally forced a smile, and ran back in the direction she came from.

Ling You looked at the receding figure and asked Fan Ning, "Is this considered friendly advice?"

"Maybe?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, looking in a good mood, "but whether she will listen is still unknown."

----

The wind and rain gradually subsided, and Yongzhou City returned to its former comfort, but this sign only lasted for a day.

"You mean, all those people are dead? Even Jiangxue in the dungeon is in trouble?" Fan Ning opened the door halfway and repeated the stories with an expressionless face, without saying whether he believed it or not.

Yu Changqing, who came to deliver the news, smiled bitterly. He rubbed his forehead, feeling somewhat powerless: "As soon as Elder Qian Jiangyue arrived in Yongzhou City, all those people died in their sleep. As for Jiangxue..."

"He committed suicide in the dungeon where he was imprisoned."

Yu Changqing's tone was heavy, as if he had not expected that something he thought could be handled well would end up like this.

They both died.

"Why? There will be no partiality in the trial," he asked.

Fan Ning smiled. He wasn't too surprised by the ending, and could even analyze it rationally. "Because for Jiang Xue, the pain of having her entire family wiped out, no matter how she was judged, would ever be enough."

"The sect's trial may sound fair, but from the moment it intervened, it was already biased. It's clear that those people from the Lin family have no connection to the sect, and the chosen victims haven't sought justice from the sect."

"..."

Yu Changqing thought of those "victims" whose souls had been separated and who were completely unable to speak. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he still didn't say much.

"What about you? If it were you..."

"I don't like making such assumptions," Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and said, "If it were me now, those people would have been wiped out within three days of the family extermination, and this wouldn't have escalated to this point."

"The same is true for Jiang Xue, but he couldn't do it at that time, that's all."

Yu Changqing clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he was persuaded, but also as if he was not shaken at all. After a long silence, he nodded and left in a trance.

As soon as the person left, Fan Ning slammed the door shut and turned around to face the person sitting at the table calmly sipping tea.

"What do you think after listening to this?" Fan Ning asked him.

The master who had just spoken smiled, his frivolous eyebrows drooping like leaves falling from a tree trunk, appearing somewhat gentle. "Hasn't His Highness Fan Ning already responded for me?"

"I didn't wipe out their sect. I only killed a few people who had benefited greatly from it." Jiang Xue poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Fan Ning, her face already showing a deep red of drunkenness. "Speaking of which, the disciples of Qianle Sect should thank me. If I hadn't overthrown the previous leader, they wouldn't have had a chance to survive."

The previous village chief was a real villain. It was not enough for him to absorb the cultivation. He would "skin and pull out the tendons" of the people he captured, and extract even the last bit of value.

How can there be any chance of getting it back?

Jiangxue lowered his eyes and saw his own eyes in the mellow wine. Sadness, pain, regret... all the negative emotions melted along with the wine in his throat, shaping a new him.

"Is it cold now?" Fan Ning asked suddenly.

Jiangxue was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she had been shaking without knowing when.

"I just feel a little emotional," he smiled bitterly and drank the wine in one gulp, trying to look effortless.

But the wine overflowed from the corners of his lips, along with the tears that could not contain the sadness.

"You won't come back here again, will you?" Fan Ning pretended not to notice and took a sip of the spicy wine. "Are you here to say goodbye to me today?"

"Your Highness Fanning, you are still so rational, almost cruel to me."

"Hmm...that's right," Fan Ning refilled his glass and said seriously, "It's really cruel to talk about life to a dead person."

The old events of a hundred years ago were over, and the person named Jiangxue also disappeared.

"You should introduce me to the name of the person sitting in front of me."

Jiang Xue was stunned for a moment, picked up the cup and put it down again, and remained silent for a long time. When the wine in the cup swayed and calmed down, he slowly opened his mouth: "Lin Zhenfeng."

The forest is resting on the wind, but the wind is not asleep.

He had thought he would never say this name again in his life.

"Does His Highness Fan Ning have such gentle thoughts? I thought you didn't care about this."

"I really don't care," Fan Ning nodded, his expression remaining calm despite the other person's scorching gaze. "But you do care."

"Besides, it's a great name."

Lin Zhenfeng looked away, moved his lips, and the excitement in his chest finally calmed down.

"I really lost to you."

His shoulders slumped, and the heavy and intangible shackles seemed to have disappeared for a moment, and there was even a familiar smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Zhenfeng looked out the window, his tone filled with melancholy: "I really envy Ling You... If only I could have met you earlier."

Why would you tie yourself up in shackles and return home feeling lonely?