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

As I opened and closed my eyes, the scene in front of me began to change rapidly.

The Water Moon Illusion is usually set up by the sect currently responsible for the sect competition. For the disciples participating in it, they will not know what role they play in this illusion until the moment it is revealed. This time, the responsibility of setting up the illusion is given to the Hehuan Sect.

The noisy sound stimulated Fan Ning's eardrums. She raised her eyes slightly, and the falling petals from the sky and the faint light of the night pearls above came into her sight.

A red veil passed by my eyes.

The dreamy skirt spun like a passionate flower, blooming in front of the eyes of everyone in the audience.

It turned out to be like this...

Fan Ning sighed softly and took the initiative to look at the faces of the people in the audience.

All kinds of colors, full of appreciation and lust.

It can be considered an unfavorable start.

"Hey, weren't you talking about the oiran? Why aren't you dancing anymore..."

As soon as she stopped, the audience below began to murmur, and their tone was not without derogatory meaning, even full of malice.

"Don't tell me you think you can't earn enough by performing without selling your body? Without the reward money, you still have to be nice and make yourself smile..."

"This courtesan has been obsessed with her for a long time. Managers in the building, hurry up and put up a sign for her. The Young City Lord's birthday is in a few days, and we must not disturb the distinguished guest at this time!"

"..."

"It's so noisy," Fan Ning rubbed his ears, with no intention of continuing this topic. While asking the system to open the navigation line of [The Chosen One], he glanced coldly at the people below, his eyes full of disgust.

"Be quiet, I'm..."

Just as she started to speak, she was interrupted by the beauty who was pouring wine for the rich young man below. "What are you doing, sister Oiran? Even if the girls in the building made you unhappy yesterday, you can't take your anger out on the people in the audience. They are innocent."

The man next to her was getting excited, and he was enjoying the wine that the beauty was feeding to his mouth with a lewd smile on his face. His eyes were full of lust, and he raised his hand to hold the waist of the beauty next to him.

But he was still not satisfied. He threw a grape at her and deliberately dragged out his words: "Oiran... My house is just in need of an Oiran. If you please me, I can take you with me to the young master's birthday in a few days."

"That day, I was able to see the city lord's treasured collection... Not everyone has this honor."

After patiently listening until she finally heard the key words "city treasure", Fan Ning smiled and squatted on the edge of the platform, holding the red gauze with one hand and lazily supporting her chin with the other. "Baby... sounds really tempting. How can I get it?"

"..."

"She won't get the answer this way," said the Hehuan Sect's leader, who had been attracted to Fan Ning from the beginning, with a smile. "The treasures in the city are the key to victory or defeat. Although Fan Ning's status makes it easy for her to get treasures, actually obtaining them... is far from easy."

The charming beauty smiled, recalling her unworthy disciples with a hint of gloating in the corners of her eyes. "From the moment they enter the illusion, they will be indoctrinated with the idea that 'everything in the illusion is real.' The longer they stay in there, the more they will be affected."

Relationships with the outside world still exist, but the past will gradually become blurred.

Maybe, in the end, that slight sense of alienation will completely disappear, and they will really regard themselves as the role they play.

Fan Ning, who happened to be drawn to be the courtesan, should now do most importantly to first stabilize the person who can lead her into the treasure range, and then go to a new starting point and start again slowly.

"Maybe Fan Ning will give you a surprise," Qian Jiangyue easily saw the trend of people's attitudes. Fan Ning was too arrogant. No matter good or bad, people outside would always pay special attention to her, but this was not a bad thing.

Qian Jiangyue took in everyone's gazes, and had no concerns about his disciple being stuck in a stalemate. "My disciple has always been different from others."

As soon as she finished speaking, the next second, Fan Ning in the water mirror seemed to have telepathic connection with her and her expression changed instantly.

"How dare you, a piece of trash like you, covet treasures? You're just an Oiran... er, you, what are you doing?!"

A piece of red yarn was tightly wrapped around the speaker's neck.

Fan Ning was still squatting in the corner of the platform, the light shining on her face, making her look particularly bright and cold.

"Isn't that what I'm asking?" She smiled, and lazily tightened the strength in her hands, throwing out the red gauze on her right hand, and it went through the wall with a "swish".

The man who was about to sneak away fell to the ground with a thud.

"Quiet," Fan Ning tilted his head and made a light "hush" gesture. "I'm asking a question. If you disturb me, I won't be able to tell who will be the next to die."

"Mad, crazy!"

The people below were horrified and huddled together, their eyes filled with anger, but their bodies were honestly silent and they didn't say a word.

"Can't you answer?" Fan Ning's gaze fell on the man with a purple face. He relaxed his grip a little, and his expression became even more calm. "You're so useless. I have to give this good chance of survival to someone else."

It was clearly equivalent to rebellion, which would result in arrest and beheading, but in her mouth it was as easy as picking a flower.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The man who was held hostage turned green in the face and coughed repeatedly. Finally, he realized that he would be doomed if he saw him. His eyebrows drooped in fear and he showed his cowardice in an instant: "As long as the money is enough, the city lord will not refuse..."

Can this "treasure" be bought with money?

Fan Ning asked him again: "Then your entire fortune..."

"Even if you sell me, it won't be enough," the man trembled and whispered, "Please let me go. I'm not the richest person here..."

"Everyone here combined is not as rich as that guy!" The fat man who was almost pointed at choked up, not caring about whether he would offend anyone at this moment, and opened his mouth to betray: "As long as you let me go, I can introduce you to the country!"

"Well, okay, you are worth living, but there are so many people here..." Fan Ning looked around and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"I can give money!"

"I have a good relationship with the Young City Lord!"

"My sister is the city lord's third wife—"

"..."

The situation suddenly reversed.

Not to mention those unpleasant words, the people below were racking their brains and kneeling more devoutly than each other, for fear that the madman on the stage would suddenly get unhappy and attack them.

At least until support arrives——

Everyone thought so. They gritted their teeth and swallowed their anger, not caring about what promises they had made. Even if support arrived, they would not let this woman go. By then, there would be no evidence to prove her wrong!