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

[Host, that person seems to be in the Out-of-Body Stage...?]

I don’t know how long it took, and everyone left before the system slowly spoke with the conclusion it had found.

Fan Ning was very calm, holding the still unconscious Ling You's face with one hand and supporting his chin with the other, without even blinking. [Obviously, this is what they rely on.]

Those guys who said they would be obedient would not compromise so easily unless there was something that could overturn her idea.

A strong man in the out-of-body stage, it seems that his positioning is to prevent anyone from taking shortcuts and stealing the "city lord's treasure". If he hadn't met her... then this person would be like a stabilizing force in the illusion of this sect competition.

Just ...

Is he protecting the city lord's mansion or just the treasure itself?

Fan Ning fell into deep thought.

The fingers on the face of the person next to her were rubbing casually, and she was gently pulled by a force. She lowered her eyes and met Ling You's watery eyes.

He kept his eyes open quietly, his thin lips tightly pursed, without any movement, but his hands remained firm and did not let go.

"Awake?" Fan Ning raised his eyebrows, and his other hand fell on his warm face, gently lifting it up.

From then on, the two of them continued to look at each other. Ling You was silent for a long time, but finally he gave in and sighed.

"I'm causing you trouble again, am I not?"

The tone, as if the man would be blown away by the wind in the next second, made Fan Ning's calm heart tremble. Seeing that the man wanted to shrink back into his shell after finishing speaking, Fan Ning laughed and flicked his forehead in annoyance.

"It's not 'I' and 'you', it's 'we'," she corrected earnestly, and soon, her helpless expression appeared again, "Shouldn't you be asking me when I gave you the drug?"

"You won't really kill me," Ling You muttered. Realizing what he had said, he looked away, his cheeks flushing. "...Even if you drugged me, I wouldn't be able to detect it."

Even if it was a shiny pill, as long as she said it was a snack, he would eat it.

Fan Ning was silent for a second, then happily made a decision, "Then I'll tell you in advance next time."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You stood up from the bed, his eyes even more frustrated: "Why is there a next time?"

"Hmm..." Fan Ning thought for a moment, then suddenly, with a sense of mischief, said, "Because you look quite attractive when you fall down?"

Ling You became even more silent, his eyes fixed on her silently, as if he was accusing something that deserved condemnation.

But after calming down for a while, he nodded.

"You won't make the wrong judgment," he said in a deep voice, as if he was fastening a heavy chain on himself, and handing the other end to Fan Ning.

what……

For the first time, Fan Ning felt that the person in front of her was a little too serious and cute.

——But the others who were also watching this scene obviously didn’t think so.

The silence outside the water mirror seemed to have sounded some kind of alarm. The Hehuan Sect's leader's expression of admiration froze slightly. She turned her head and looked seriously at Qian Jiangyue who was sitting opposite her.

Qian Jiangyue: “……?”

The Hehuan Sect's leader had a complicated expression, and when he spoke, he had to pinch his nose and admit the fact in a dull tone: "Jiang Yue... I told you that you should come to our Hehuan Sect."

"You're still hiding something like this. I see that Ling You is clearly conscious, yet he can say such things... As Fan Ning's master, you must have taught her a lot, right?"

Qian Jiangyue noticed a hint of envy in the other person's tone, and because of this, she was a little amused and helpless: "Is it possible... I mean, they are actually true love?"

"True love?" Before the leader of the Hehuan Sect could speak, the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, who did not want to see the disciples of the Yueli Sect steal the show, spoke with a frown.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed on the relaxed and at ease Qian Jiangyue. He seemed to be suppressing some unspeakable emotion, and even his tone was stiff and sharp. "To call it true love is too arbitrary. The disciples taught by Elder Qian are just as fickle-minded as her master, and they like to stir up trouble... Even if he reveals such feelings now, it won't change overnight!"

Qian Jiangyue's expression turned cold. She knew that this person disliked Yueli Sect, who always managed to suppress Lingxiao Sect by 10%. She also knew that some trivial matters were irreparable sins in the eyes of petty-minded people.

But this is not a reason to involve Fan Ning.

Qian Jiangyue recalled the extraordinary things her disciple had done, and thought to herself that if she heard these words here, she would make sure that the leader of Lingxiao Sect would never laugh again.

"Ling You is not a fool," Rong Zhao, who had not intended to speak, suddenly interrupted, "My disciple is not so dull that he can't even tell whether the person in front of him truly likes him."

The Lingxiao Sect's leader was unconvinced and snorted coldly, "He may not be as clear-headed as the Sword Master."

"That's better than being self-righteous," Rong Zhao kept a cold expression, as if what he said was not some cruel words that would hurt people's hearts, but just the simplest greeting.

The leader of Lingxiao Sect's face darkened, but the leader of Hehuan Sect, whose memories were also brought back, was not afraid of her. He even deliberately covered his mouth and laughed out loud.

"Jiang Liu!" The leader of Lingxiao Sect shouted her name angrily.

But the person whose name was called continued to smile, raised his eyebrows and started flipping through the old almanac.

"What do you want me to do to prove that you haven't forgotten my name?" Jiang Liu added fuel to the fire. "Just like you haven't forgotten proposing to Qian Jiangyue before?"

"She just likes to play pranks, but you got so confused that you took it seriously~"

"Shut up!" The breathing of the leader of Lingxiao Sect suddenly became rapid. He regarded the past as a dark history that was always hanging over his mind but he just couldn't forget it. He would get angry whenever it was mentioned.

"Pay attention to the occasion!" The head of Yueli Sect finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Jiang Liu chuckled, his gaze falling on the water mirror in front of him again. His tone was calm, as if the person he was arguing with was just an ordinary disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

"The Hehuan Sect is not a place without any sense of propriety."

They use love as a weapon, but they also respect the true feelings of others. Or perhaps it is precisely because of the existence of such lingering emotions that the Hehuan Sect exists.

"If you don't have anything, you can't bear to see others have more than you have. If everyone is like this, then what good things will there be in this world?"

"Wipe your eyes. No one cares about the past except you."

Qian Jiangyue sighed: "It's just a misunderstanding."

"..."

In an instant, the person in front of him overlapped with the past again. The leader of Lingxiao Sect was stunned for a moment. In just a blink of an eye, it seemed as if he saw the shadow of the person he once loved in the person in front of him.

When their eyes met, Qian Jiangyue's gaze was still as clear as ever, and the occasional teasing was just like the mist on the clouds, ethereal and unpredictable.

"Forget it," he said dejectedly, and finally gave up the verbal argument.