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

"Don't look at your fellow comrades as if they were prey."

Ling You followed behind her, slightly blocking out those unfriendly gazes.

Although he said he was complaining, there was no real expression of being bothered by it on his face. For a moment, he even showed the same look as Fan Ning.

Qian Jiangyue glanced at the two people standing side by side, thought of something, and felt a little worried.

She simultaneously looked at the serious-looking headmaster and asked, "Is it okay for these two to keep doing this?"

It seems like they have completely cut ties with this new generation of the sect?

"You actually ask such a question?"

"That's not important," the Sect Leader was a little surprised at first, but soon, seeing how the two men showed no fear in front of the Demon King, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "The path of cultivation is to go against the current and walk alone."

"Brother, do you admit that they are strong now?" Qian Jiangyue teased him.

The headmaster suppressed his lip corners, his expression calm: "Although their strength is not enough, but in terms of mentality, they are already there."

Those who practice Taoism must always cultivate their hearts.

At least for now, he is optimistic about the development of these two people.

On the other side, Fan Ning, who had no idea that he was already favored, was working with Ling You to place the unconscious monster in the most suitable position.

"I need to be able to pierce all the places I can reach."

Fan Ning pinched his chin. He didn't seem anxious to accomplish anything. He even felt like cracking a joke: "They're bowing their heads like that... don't they look like they're worshipping a deity?"

A group of unconscious people were not only placed in the same posture, but their heads were also tilted in the same direction with similar arcs...

Ling You replied subconsciously: "There are indeed similar ones among the people..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, because after realizing what he had said, he stopped talking instantly.

Although it was not a good idea to think so, he still felt sincerely that this scene, even among the common people, did not seem like something serious.

"……as long as you are happy."

"Perfunctory," Fan Ning finished the last pose thoughtfully and calmly, "Forget it, you can leave first."

"Now, it's my turn."

Fan Ning quickly placed an order for [100% Vision Occupancy] in the mall.

The description that came with it clearly stated that once used, all life would focus its attention on the host within one minute.

But what if your physical condition conflicts with the effects of the item?

The demonic insects that are also identified as living things will forcibly control the host!

Even if it was only a moment's movement, it was enough for Fan Ning to capture it clearly.

"Come, look at me."

The system page sounded a notification that "the item has been used".

Everyone who had different expressions just now looked at Fan Ning in the middle. Her voice was indescribably gentle and distant, but it seemed that the most fundamental change had occurred.

——Look at her.

——Just look at her.

——Everything in your mind can be discarded.

These thoughts lingered in his mind like a nightmare, and even the monsters that should have been sleeping raised their heads.

At this point, the traces of the wandering evil spirit were clearly visible in Fan Ning's eyes.

Several needles fired at once!

Fan Ning used the one-minute limit to the fullest. When she raised her hand, the long wind stirred up kept blowing across her sleeves, and her unobstructed eyes were like those of a god with eternal love and no desires.

Fan Ning... Ling You shouted silently.

All the lights and shadows faded away, as if there was only one person left in the whole world, and he stretched out his hand.

[Heartbeat value plus fifty]

[Heartbeat value plus 100]

[Heartbeat value plus ten]

……

The system was overjoyed: [Host, a total of 300 Heart Points, we have a great harvest!]

Fan Ning, realizing the effect was too good, silently complained: [Are you guys really not some cult system?]

"It's all settled."

With one minute to spare, Fan Ning casually found a comfortable position and fell on Ling You. Before fainting, she didn't forget to remind him, "This is my precious magic weapon. Now it's gone. Remember to compensate me."

Ling You was horrified: "No, wait a minute..."

Fan Ning giggled: I can’t wait any longer.

He turned around and found a place where his hands wouldn't hurt and fell down.

The system was speechless: [Host, is it necessary for you to pretend to be dizzy for such a long time? ]

Fan Ning: [You don't understand this. How could the protagonist fall over if his eyes tilted? Then why would he need tools... Oh, I mean motivation for the supporting characters.]

System: [You actually mentioned the word "tool man"!]

Fan Ning ignored it and flipped to the system page to check the heartbeat value that had been credited to his account.

The weights are different. Except for the sons of destiny like Ling You and Yu Changqing... the rewards given to others basically decrease according to their strength and talent.

Tsk, what a pity, if only they tried harder.

The system, which inadvertently sensed the host's thoughts, asked: [How long will you remain unconscious? What if Ling You can't resist the others?]

Fan Ning appeared to be lying on the ground peacefully, but in reality he was calmly threatening: [Then I will pretend to be dead.]

system:……

The system looked at the big guys who cooperated particularly well with Ling You and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fan Ning did not get the chance to pretend to be dead.

She even briefly repaired her over-damaged spirit while half asleep and half awake.

During this period, no one disturbed or urged them, and everyone maintained a good attitude towards the hero.

Until Fan Ning opened his eyes.

"You're finally awake," Ling You, completely unaware that someone else had just had a light nap, said with a worried look on his face. "Did that magical weapon cause much damage to your body?"

"Even Elder Qian Jiangyue couldn't figure out why you were unconscious."

Because she didn't faint at all.

But this cannot be said. After all, a magical weapon that is effortless is much more threatening than one that is difficult to control.

"My spiritual veins are blocked, I'm just tired for a moment."

Translating this sentence into Fan Ning exhausting his own energy to save everyone, the tense expressions of the brothers and sisters standing at the door instantly relaxed.

Fan Ning looked around at where he was: a small bed, an animal-shaped incense burner emitting a fragrant aroma, and a screen hanging on the window that fluttered like a butterfly about to fly.

There were some ink papers scattered on the table, which looked like a half-opened prescription from a distance.

The teacup next to it was still warm, and it didn't look like no one lived there.

"Junior Sister, are you feeling better?" The senior sister took a step forward and spoke gently. Considering her current condition, she kindly explained, "This is Senior Sister Jiang's room. She doesn't stay here often. She is Elder Qian's only disciple."

"That's Elder Qian's soothing incense burning there." Noticing Fan Ning's gaze towards the incense burner, Senior Sister's smile softened, tinged with admiration. "Elder Qian is waiting for you on the main peak right now."

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at Ling You, who was silent at the side, with a hint of smile in her tone: "This junior brother had better hurry to the sect trial venue."

"This is related to your apprenticeship status."

Ling You looked at Fan Ning as if nothing had happened.

Fan Ning's face still had a dazed look from waking up, but she pushed his shoulder with her hand, "Go quickly, give those monks a little bit—"

Ling You realized that what she said next was probably not something nice, so he cleverly covered her mouth.

Fan Ning smiled and blinked.

Ling You slowly turned his eyes away: "She was wishing me good luck."

The brothers and sisters who didn't quite believe it: "..."

The senior sister who was better at dealing with these things coughed and put on a polite smile.

"...As long as you are happy."

“But please be mindful of the occasion.”