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

It was obviously impossible to come later, and no matter how much Ling You regretted it, he couldn't pack the person up and send him back.

He could only follow Fan Ning calmly, calmly walk into the same room with Fan Ning, and then - calmly heard the same knock on the door in the middle of the night.

Ling You: "..." This can't be calm.

He got out of bed before Fan Ning and was already on high alert, calling the police frantically.

"Bang——" The door opened with a suppressed sound.

Ling You was about to attack when he unexpectedly saw a trembling face.

Standing outside was a young-looking woman, holding a plate of steaming food in her hands when she was frightened.

"Sorry... Did I go to the wrong place? I saw that the light in your room was still on..."

The woman tentatively began to explain, the dish in her hand toppled to the side, as if it would fall to the ground in the next second due to her shaking hands.

"This way! Did we go the wrong way?" The door of the house on the right opened after hearing the noise.

The woman felt relieved and once again carefully met Ling You's cold face, "Sir...can I go now?"

Ling You had no intention of making things difficult for anyone, and although he still had doubts, he nodded.

The woman took a breath and left. Ling You waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no one else there, he turned around and prepared to go into the house.

Then he found that the door, which was originally in good condition, suddenly seemed to be broken and could not be opened.

Ling You: “…” Damn Hehuan Sect!

Ling You could no longer bear it and didn't care about any big noise. He broke the shackles on the door with a bang.

On the other side, Fan Ning was also awakened by the noise. She lazily sat up from the bed and listened casually to the conversation between Ling You and the woman. She was not in a bad mood at first, until - the sound of conversation disappeared for a moment.

"Lingyou?"

The person who came over tugged at his sleeves and said with a faint smile, "There was a small problem. The people from the Hehuan Sect used some shady tricks again."

"But it's okay now."

He was calm and composed, and when his gaze fell on Fan Ning, the smile in his eyes never disappeared.

——Everything seems normal.

"...It's all right now, is that right?" Fan Ning sat up a little straighter, the corners of his mouth briefly curved up, a forced smile on his face: "But you don't look like that at all."

"Ling You, what happened to make you so ugly?"

"..."

"Are you kidding?" Ling You leaned forward a little, as if he didn't understand her implication at all, and even pretended to be distressed: "If your enthusiasm for me fades so quickly, it will be very difficult for me..."

"Can you please stop saying things like that to me with that face?" Fan Ning asked politely, "If you keep going like that, I won't be able to help but chop off your head."

"...You discovered it?" The man who had been trying so hard not to show his weakness finally gave up and with a wave of his hand, he tore off a layer of phantom skin from his face. "This is the most valuable treasure of the Hehuan Sect. When did you see through it?"

"At the beginning," Fan Ning was puzzled. "Is it necessary to ask such a question?"

"I was thinking of doing something, but the victim has already come to me... If you want to save your face, it's best to wait and see."

In the corner under the candlelight, Ling You's face was terribly gloomy.

"What do you want to do with my face?" He was holding a man's collar in his hand. Fan Ning thought that he looked familiar. After thinking for a while, she remembered that this was the young man who fainted in front of the carriage during the day.

Unfortunately, the young man's face is now covered with redness, swelling and bruises, coupled with that sad and angry expression... it is simply impossible to look at it closely.

"Xinghe, you..." The frightened man looked at the half of the door that Anjing had cut off, finally realized the danger, and swallowed hard, "Face is half of life in the Hehuan Sect..."

"That's perfect," Ling You pinched his finger bones in anger and smiled faintly: "I'll break it up and put it together into a whole. Your name is Lu Li, right? I believe you won't have the heart to refuse me..."

Land from:"……"

Lu Li was about to abandon his companions and escape through the window without saying a word, but then Fan Ning, who was watching the show, raised his hand and punished him from a distance, and he was pressed to the spot in frustration.

"Be quiet. Although they have taken soundproofing measures, I still need to sleep," Fan Ning lay down again, completely ignoring Lu Li's frightened look.

Fan Ning: I don’t care at all.

If she accidentally looked at this man a few more times, Ling You probably wouldn't be able to coax her without three or two methods.

"Go to sleep," Ling You covered Lu Li's mouth with his backhand as he was about to scream. After casting a spell on a small circle around himself, he smiled gently at the person on the bed.

Fan Ning nodded, yawned and closed his eyes.

Only Lu Li, whose face was disheveled in the wind, was left staring in horror at the fist in front of him that looked like it was as big as a sandbag, and screamed in fear in his heart.

Ah ah ah ah ah--

The next day, the monks of Yueli Sect were shocked when they saw the broken gate.

"No way, there really was an attack..."

"You've found Fan Ning and Ling You so early..."

"Will it be quiet for the next few days?"

"You are not hurt..."

The monks, thinking they had fallen into some vicious sneak attack, walked inside cautiously. However, after taking only two steps, they were unexpectedly confronted with two faces whose facial features could not be clearly seen when put together. The two people they were worried about were sitting at a wooden table not far away, happily eating noodles in one hand and hot tea in the other.

The leading senior brother was even more puzzled. Thinking of a possibility, he asked cautiously, "Could this be the cultivators from the Hehuan Sect who are targeting you?"

As soon as this speculation came out, the monk who had relaxed nearby refuted it before the two parties could speak.

He pointed at the two featureless faces and argued, "No one in the Hehuan Sect is ugly. They can't possibly recruit people with faces like that!"

one second,

two seconds,

three seconds.

Upon hearing this, the two captives burst into tears, their tears heart-wrenching and bitter, their crying even more shocking than when they were beaten.

The monk who had just stood firm was suddenly stunned and tried to make amends: "No, it may be that I was beaten too badly, so I can't see it..."

The crying became even more miserable.

The monks watching on the side couldn't bear it and turned their heads away, condemning the person who insisted on speaking with their eyes.

Fan Ning finished the hot tea in her cup and kindly reminded him, "If you keep crying, it will only make you look uglier. You might even be kicked out tomorrow."

"..."

The crying paused for a moment, and two seconds later, it was replaced by a more miserable accusation.

"Ling You, you are not a human——!!!"

Ling You put down the cup in his hand, his expression as calm as Fan Ning's. "Continue. Looking at it this way... there are still areas on your face that can be improved."