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

The monks outside the water mirror were dumbfounded.

They watched Fan Ning go from an unfavorable situation to a position of control. Now, not only did he reunite with his fellow disciples, but he also threatened the very people who were supposed to make things difficult for him.

Not only did he let them fight each other, but he didn't even get involved in any of the bad things.

"Is this really normal?" The Lingxiao Sect's leader looked at the calm organizer and asked, "Is she really so lucky that the person who came to pick a fight with her happened to be a fellow disciple?"

The leader of the Hehuan Sect, who was being questioned, raised his eyelids, fiddled with the water mirror, and smiled slightly: "They are not the only two who met fellow disciples at the beginning, isn't it?"

Ning Xinghe and Lu Li, who had briefly regained their beauty in the illusion, were standing guard outside the City Lord's Mansion.

Both of them were wearing the same clothes as the guards around them, but they were much more affected by the illusion than the previous two.

At least the leader of the Hehuan Sect himself rarely saw their eyes so clear that seemed to contain no trace of conspiracy.

——This is the correct way to unfold the illusion!

The Hehuan Sect Master smiled tiredly, then turned his gaze to the others, curling the corners of his lips indifferently, "Do you still suspect that I was behind this?"

"Instead of helping the disciples of your own sect, you open shortcuts for people from other sects. How could I not know that I have become such a kind person?"

Her own disciple wasn't up to the task, and she didn't bother to maintain a semblance of decorum. She just lashed out, "To be honest, your sect's disciple is the closest to success..."

With a flick of her finger, she spotted a Lingxiao Sect disciple digging for "weeds" in the wilderness. She smiled before continuing, "The herbs inside are also part of the competition points."

Although it's pitifully small.

"If they keep digging like this, even if the mission to obtain the city lord's treasure fails, they may still succeed."

The face of the leader of Lingxiao Sect also turned dark.

The other sects were hesitant to get involved in their clash, but the Yueli Sect's leader, whose disciples were very proud of themselves, coughed lightly and said with a calm face, "It's only just begun. What will happen next is still unknown."

"Let's take a look first."

He returned his gaze to the water mirror with Fan Ning, and when he saw that she was almost dominating over everyone's heads, a smile flashed across his eyes.

"Are you guys any good? You're not as good as this or that... I was thinking of letting you go, but it turns out you're really useless. If you keep pestering me like this, I might as well kill a few of you right in front of the city lord."

"Sir..." The man, who was almost frightened by being looked at directly, knelt on the ground, pulling away the hands of others who wanted to show weakness, and cried, "I have old people above me and young children below me, I can't die..."

"There are old people above and young people below..." Fan Ning pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "But how will your death affect them? You are so useless... The old ones have young ones below them, and the young ones have old ones above them."

"If the useless ones die, it will just eliminate the middlemen, right...?"

Words that made no sense came out of Fan Ning's mouth fluently. If it were someone else, they would have been exposed on the spot, but the person standing in front of them was Fan Ning, who was shrouded in the threat of death.

The desire to survive extinguished the thoughts of resistance in their hearts. Fan Ning played with the soft red gauze with a smile, as if looking for a suitable angle, waiting to strangle someone's neck to dye it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The wait for sentencing is always extremely long.

Fan Ning looked coldly at the people who were racking their brains to find excuses to survive, and suddenly smiled.

"I lied to you before," she said with a malicious smile on her face, "it was just a joke that wasn't very funny."

The tense atmosphere at the scene suddenly disappeared. After carefully considering these words, those who thought they had survived the disaster again wiped the cold sweat from their faces and subconsciously gave a flattering smile.

"I, I knew you were wise and powerful, and you definitely wouldn't be the type to take our lives at will..."

"Oh, no," Fan Ning interrupted them, supporting his chin with his hands and laughing happily, "I never said I wouldn't kill you."

"What I mean is... I never intended to let you go from the beginning."

"Since it's so difficult to obtain the treasure... let's change our thinking," Fan Ning snapped his fingers. "If I were the city lord, the treasure would belong to me, right?"

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"Ah-"

The guard standing outside the City Lord's Mansion sneezed.

The two Hehuan Sect monks who were closest to the target compared to the other two looked at each other, one looked to the left with disgust, and the other looked to the right with disgust.

"If you're sick, cover your face quickly, don't infect me!"

"I haven't even mentioned that you're the one nagging me! My sneezing is definitely related to you..."

"Really? The air gets worse when I'm standing next to you!"

"Being with you is unlucky. I always feel like you've dragged me down and put me through some terrible beatings..."

"..."

"A-choo-"

It ended with another sneeze. After the quarrel, the two stood further and further apart, with no intention of doing anything.

"Hey, don't you want the city lord's treasure?"

"There's someone very powerful guarding this place, I'll get beaten up! My face is much more precious than that treasure..." Lu Li muttered softly. The more he spoke, the more he felt that he couldn't go into this dangerous situation. He murmured, "Was I so timid before? Why do I always feel like I've lost something and then found it again..."

"..."

The people outside the water mirror heard it all intently, and instantly recalled the rumors they had heard before. Every one of them couldn't help but look at the Hehuan Sect's leader, whose face was ashen.

It was finally the Hehuan Sect's turn to be the host, but these two disciples really lost face!

"This is just the beginning. What happens next is still unknown."

The scene on the water mirror made even the Hehuan Sect's leader, who had been well prepared, laugh out of anger. After calming down, his eyes became calm and he once again tried to save the face of his disappointing disciple.

No one spoke anymore, only the Lingxiao Sect's leader, who had just been choked, snorted coldly.

Above the water mirror, Fan Ning, who had just expressed her idea of ​​rebellion, suddenly changed her pace. She whispered a few words in Jiang Biehe's ear and left the building. The moonlight, half blocked by clouds, fell on her, and even the smile on her lips became gentle.

"Is she going to look for someone...?" The cultivator from another perspective easily discovered that Fan Ning's path was overlapping with that of another figure.

The leader of the Hehuan Sect was already numb. Thinking of the trouble Fan Ning had caused, she knew she was innocent and did not rush to explain. Instead, she shifted her gaze to the other water mirror.

As he watched, he revealed a gloating smile and said meaningfully: "If we really find it, it will be a good show..."