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

Yu Changqing realized the current situation from these few words. Fortunately, the sect disciples all had some special ways of communicating with each other. Although those who had not yet awakened from the rules were confused, they all followed the guidance and came to their fellow disciples.

Everything was going smoothly until it hit a snag with Fan Ning and Ling You.

Yu Changqing knew something was wrong when he saw the look in their eyes and asked, "Didn't an old lady just pass by? You..."

"Yes, you have something to talk to her about?" Fan Ning smiled, seemingly unaware of the implication, and said, "Not only did she pass by, but she also fell, so I took Ling You on a detour."

"..."

"Why don't you help him up?" Yu Changqing frowned.

"There are guards standing guard all around, and none of them are moving... no matter how you look at it, something seems amiss," Fan Ning said confidently. "I've only come across situations like this a few times. It's so rare, and they still waited for us to help... there must be something wrong!"

Ling You also echoed this, adding, "I pointed him out to the guards nearby, and... he didn't seem to be an old man. He fell so cleanly... Even without getting close, it felt awkward."

Yu Changqing: "..."

Yu Changqing was subtly choked by such a strange statement.

But he was not discouraged. After all, in order to prevent emergencies, those monks would generally choose several methods - this was entirely due to Senior Luo's understanding of the "rules" and he found a loophole.

It has changed from a test that must be experienced to a man-made checkpoint.

This method had always worked for him until he met the two people in front of him.

If you lose money, just walk past it as if you didn’t see it.

The question is, "There's a folk rumor that some money can't be picked up."

The weak woman who sold herself to bury her father took a detour without batting an eyelid.

Ling You's talk was very high-sounding. When Fan Ning was around, he would not pay attention to other people.

And Fanning...

Fan Ning pointed out with a smile that the jade pendant hanging around the man's waist was very valuable, and it seemed unlikely that he would fall to the point of selling himself to bury his father.

The two of them avoided all the simple tests in various miraculous ways. Some people also wanted to find loopholes and try to leave from here, but the exit of the illusion was forcibly closed - let alone leaving, even if they really died, they could not leave a last word.

They were completely isolated islands.

On the second day of being trapped here, the chaos outside became more and more rampant. As the only powerful cultivator in the Out-of-Body Stage who knew the truth, Luo Xunsheng had to remember his long-forgotten name and warn these younger cultivators that suppression was the best option. The other people in the illusion were all fake and they should not be spared when attacking them.

With just one sentence, the monks who had been kept in the dark and cared about the masses were a little at a loss. The sect's teachings engraved in their hearts could not make them change their mindset quickly, especially since the illusion was real enough. When they watched the masses with faces distorted by pain screaming and melting in front of them again and again, it was hard not to be affected at all.

They are monks, but before all this, they were also ordinary people who would feel sad and sorrowful, and sympathize with their fellow human beings.

Ordinary people would cry when they see such casualties.

"You did it on purpose." Ling You noticed her intention and frowned, but he didn't blame her. He just looked at the place that looked like hell on earth and sighed, "...When will these things end?"

"That depends on when the person who did this is willing to stop," Fan Ning did not deny his guess. After thinking for a moment, he said bluntly, "Some things are not the time to expose them now."

Experience, experience... If a thunderstorm appeared at this time, regardless of whether this illusion would be broken through or not, the final result would definitely be much more complicated.

As for Lingyou...

Fan Ning pinched his eyebrows, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him who was already in threat but didn't know it, and poked his chest helplessly.

That's exactly where the heart is.

The regular beating sound slowly flowed from her fingertips to her ears. Seeing that Ling You was not used to it and wanted to retreat, she stood on tiptoe and bit him on the face.

Ling You was attacked by heat and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Fan Ning, you... you you..."

Fan Ning wiped the corner of her mouth, looked at the distinct teeth marks on his face with satisfaction, and casually made up an excuse: "It looked chewy, so I tried it."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You's mouth twitched, and he deliberately asked her: "I've tried it, how does it taste?"

"It's just ordinary..." Fan Ning hooked his chin and chuckled: "You look disappointed?"

"What did you think I was going to say? Tastes good?"

Ling You muttered, "That's not the case."

Fan Ning laughed again, pulling the man's hand and walking out of the dim alley. After the heat on the man's face cooled, he added jokingly, "Since I've only tasted it once, I'll just assume you're number one."

Ling You: “…”

Just as he was about to continue the previous topic, he closed his mouth again.

No one cares about the treasures in the city anymore. All the cultivators are busy guarding the front line to control the power of the abyss. They no longer remember that this is the venue for the sect competition.

When all connections were cut off, the monks knew in their hearts that they had no room for retreat.

Even the best possibility is that even if they all die here, as long as the power of the abyss is not leaked, it will be considered a success at great cost.

In the middle of the night, the door of the secret room in the City Lord's Mansion was opened.

"Looks like someone's one step ahead of me?" Fan Ning stood by the door, looking at the person inside with a half-smile. The person's expression was cold, but his face was a shade paler than usual. He snorted and laughed, "Senior Sister Jiang, what brings you here?"

Jiang Biehe turned his head to look at her, his face, which had already lost blood, was as pale as paper in the dim night.

"You guessed it," she said in a hoarse voice, her face expressionless, "When...?"

"I anticipated this when we were at Mirror Lake. Although Senior Sister has been trying to avoid Mirror Lake ever since, but—"

"I can't pretend I didn't see the trap I revealed at the beginning," Fan Ning spread her hands, not revealing the other person's nervousness at all. Instead, she smiled calmly: "Senior Sister, is there anything you want to explain to me? For example..."

"Why do you seem to be inhaling whatever is in front of you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that seems to be the source of the abyss power here."

Fan Ning spoke slowly but the questions in his words were getting more and more pressing.

Jiang Biehe forced a pale smile on his face. He didn't rush to answer or defend himself. Instead, he stared at her with eyes completely engulfed by moonlight, and murmured with a sigh, "I thought you didn't need to ask anymore."

Fan Ning: "There's a verdict before the punishment. We have to give Senior Sister a chance to explain."