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

The next day after reaching a consensus, Fan Ning found a letter at the reminder of the innkeeper.

The letter was unsigned and lay on the table without any decoration. Even the letter paper was very ordinary, without any pattern to prove its identity.

"The location given above should be that mountain stronghold... Do you want to go there? What if it's an ambush..." Ling You pinched his brows, not wanting to think about the incidents regarding the mountain stronghold. He gave a subtle advice: "In two days, we will leave here and set off for the South China Sea to participate in the sect competition. This letter was delivered at this critical moment, and I feel..."

Ling You wanted to say something but stopped himself.

The original purpose of this trip to Yongzhou was just to relax and temporarily avoid the limelight, but under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, the original mild purpose had long been completely consumed.

Especially the village that is the source of all evil... If possible, Ling You would rather take a detour or simply raze it to the ground.

Sensing the undisguised emotions of the people around him, Fan Ning smiled slightly: "In that case, it seems that I really shouldn't have gone to the appointment."

"but……"

Fan Ning dragged out his words, pretending to be melancholy. "I've never felt the feeling of being protected by someone before. I've seen my body healed bit by bit."

Ling You: “…”

These words immediately took Ling You by surprise.

Protecting Fan Ning... This was what he wanted to do, but he had given up the idea a long time ago. When he realized that now was a good opportunity, even though he knew that the person in front of him was deliberately pretending, he still couldn't help but remain silent.

After a long pause, Ling You struggled and said, "No, we shouldn't create unnecessary complications in this situation. Elder Qian..."

"Really?" Fan Ning blinked and asked with a smile.

Ling You: “…”

Fan Ning: "Master and Senior Sister Jiang are busy dealing with follow-up issues and can't take care of us. If you don't want to, then I'll find someone else..."

Ling You interrupted, closed his eyes, and said, "No, I mean, you have to go."

"I thought you were going to say you couldn't find someone else?" Fan Ning teased him, "So it turns out you just can't go."

Ling You took a deep breath and muffled his voice: "...It's no use looking for anyone else."

Fan Ning grabbed his face, which was still easily flushed, and finally laughed out loud.

Ling You accepted the travel plan and made sufficient preparations, but when he actually stood in the mountain village, he still felt that he was not prepared enough.

Good news, the lingering ghost Jiangxue did not appear here.

Bad news, there are one or two monks here.

"I, we want to come here to thank Fellow Daoist Fan Ning for saving our lives..." The cultivator who was hurriedly pushed out lowered his head shyly. He only took a look at Fan Ning, and his handsome face was flushed.

I don’t know if I’m shy or I’m not used to speaking in front of so many people.

Fan Ning glanced at the monks standing around and watching eagerly. There were both men and women, and they were wearing the neat and tidy uniforms of Qianle Sect disciples - but that was all.

Their faces were pale, and they looked like ordinary people who had been frightened for days and nights. Even the spiritual energy flowing in their bodies was weak and unclear.

"Are you the disciples who were previously imprisoned here?" Fan Ning narrowed his eyes, accurately catching a few vaguely recognizable faces, and asked, "Has the poison in your body been cured?"

The female cultivator who was stared at hurriedly nodded, her tone not without relief. "Thanks to Senior Jiang for extending a helping hand, we are only disciples who have been here for a few years... The dose of poison we were given was not strong, and even if it is removed, it will only affect our cultivation."

Having said that, she rubbed her red and swollen eyes, feeling a little sad.

"If Fellow Daoist Fan Ning hadn't been willing to help us... we might have ended up like the brothers and sisters from Qianle Sect who went out to 'experience'."

Going out to gain experience... sounds good, but in the end the result is either disappearance or being recruited by "local tyrants". But in reality, these things that once attracted them and made them work hard are nothing but traps from which there will be no escape once they fall into them!

"Then shouldn't your letter be handed to Senior Sister Jiang?" Fan Ning nodded, not commenting on their sadness.

"Faith, what faith?" The female cultivator who was asked was even more confused.

She pointed at herself, then at the large group of people around her. After asking about the situation, she shook her head at Fan Ning and said, "You must have made a mistake. We didn't send any letter. We just asked a familiar monk to help pass the message..."

Fan Ning asked her, "Just passing on a message?"

The female cultivator was silent for a moment, then whispered, "They also gave us some of the things we had saved as a thank you gift."

After hearing this, Ling You realized something. He took out the letter from his waist and was about to open it when he was stopped by a hand.

"Perhaps he did this because he was embarrassed to come to my house," Fan Ning said, holding the folded letter with one hand, his expression calm. "I have received everything and will give it to Senior Sister Jiang."

The female cultivator still felt something was wrong, "But..."

"No buts," Fan Ning smiled, pointed at the village, and said soothingly, "Demon cultivators have come here before, so it's not safe. We already know your good intentions, so go back soon."

The female cultivator who wanted to say something was grabbed away by someone next to her.

The monk who had just faced Fan Ning with a shy expression stood up, expressed his gratitude in a low voice, and then walked back with a group of people behind him. He obviously noticed something, and only turned his head carefully after he had walked a long way.

Then I saw two figures getting very close to each other.

The moment their eyes met, Ling You bit Fan Ning's lips slightly in anger.

"Okay, the person has left," Fan Ning patted his arm without struggling. His eyes immediately fell on the letter that was too clean.

Ling You knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the look in her eyes, and his brows instantly became alert.

"It's just a little trick," Fan Ning unfolded the letter and drew a circle of magic where the words were originally written. Soon, a few lines of faint small words appeared, and the signature was Lin Zhenfeng, who should have left.

Ling You frowned: "Lin Zhenfeng...?"

Fan Ning replied sincerely, "This is Jiangxue's real name."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You said in a serious tone: "...How do you know this?"

Fan Ning smiled and walked calmly to the location indicated in the letter, his tone still casual: "Because you are late."

Ling You: “?”

Fan Ning: "If you had come earlier that day when we eavesdropped, you would have known everything."

Ling You paused strangely.

Fan Ning added, "But it's not too late to know now. He's already left. Next time we meet..."

Ling You quickly covered her mouth with his hands, his eyes sincere and expression honest, but he refused: "Let's not do it again."

Fan Ning shrugged and said nothing more.