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

[Do you resent your own talent? When your own father treated you like a worthless loser... don't you resent your birth?]

The voice that reappeared in her mind was so familiar that it made her uncomfortable. Fan Ning knew very well that this was the legendary gate of self-examination. One thought could break through the barrier, and one thought could lead to complete failure. She knew what she should say, but after hearing such a question, a cold sneer still appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I resented him, more than once," Fan Ning said, suppressing the anger rising in his throat. He admitted it earnestly, and his tone was firm and unambiguous. "He tortured me and tried to destroy me—so I killed him and buried him myself."

Fan Ning smiled and said, "That suona music really made those people remember my name."

Villains, ungrateful bastards...what's the importance of those things?

She only knew that from that day on, everyone remembered the name "Fan Ning". He was no longer a test subject who was suppressed on the stage, but an upright monk who could kill his enemies with his own hands.

The voice in my mind fell silent for a moment, but was soon replaced by one dim picture after another.

At first, she was just a small child who was pushed onto the martial arts stage and ridiculed. She grew up with difficulty and was forced to practice physical skills that were not suitable for her age. After she finally knocked down the children who bullied her, what she was faced with was a slap in the face by her father in front of everyone.

——"Do you think you can be proud just because you defeated these people? You are still a waste and are far from qualified now!"

Trash, unqualified... These words fell into the ears of all the onlookers, but did not fall into those young eyes at all.

Her miserable and painful life continued over and over again until her wandering mother returned and took her away.

Talent was like a huge ravine that cut off her path forward. She had spiritual power but was unable to use it... and her already busy mother would always leave her alone.

The scene in front of me flipped again.

In the dark cave, the little girl was treated as prey by several evil cultivators who were crazy with killing intent. She was struggling to dodge and at the same time lead those people to kill each other. Unfortunately, her strength was limited, and in the end, her wrist was grabbed by the remaining evil cultivator.

That was her first encounter with demonic energy, which was overbearing and painful, as if it had an innate ability to guide the negative emotions within.

In the eyes of the sects in the world of immortal cultivation, it is definitely not a good thing.

【But you still chose it. 】

"Without a doubt," Fan Ning raised his eyelids. Even though he saw his young self trapped in danger, there was not a single emotion on his face that could be called panic. He was calm to the point of being almost cold and ruthless.

"Spiritual power has never responded to me, so of course I will give it up."

That's it.

[Even if I was sent to the research platform by my blood relatives because of cultivating demonic energy? ]

"I don't care," Fan Ning smiled faintly, the blood in her throat became even stronger, and in a daze, she actually remembered that night.

Few people would directly mention that those who kill their parents will suffer painful consequences.

Fan Ning couldn't dodge it, that was the price that was marked early on in his choice.

The silent and unoriginal moonlight dyed a large area of ​​grass red, and there was also... the joy of having the shackles on my heart completely cut off.

That was all she could remember.

The only person she felt a little guilty about was her mother who knew everything but still forced herself not to stop it.

How ironic, his daughter's life is written in pain, but his love for his wife is real.

They kept testing each other, kept repeating the same thing, and even because they were too sure of their love for each other... they let their mother travel around the world.

She knew her mother's pain, the pain of not being embraced firmly, the pain of causing her daughter to fall into the abyss just because of a fit of anger...

Fan Ning just couldn't compromise.

"It's just a past." The person at the center of the thunder tribulation smiled, his voice light and gentle, "I'm not someone who is trapped by the past."

Boom——

A second bolt of lightning fell from above her head.

The voice in his head disappeared, and at the same time, the blood sword became sharper as more blood and energy flowed into it.

The nine heavenly thunders seemed to be constantly slowed down by some evil thing, and people or things that should have been hanged forever in the spider web were constantly mentioned. At the very end, Fan Ning even saw the tragic death of people close to him.

Even if it was just a virtual intimidation created by the thunder, when he saw those pairs of eyes bleeding and almost breaking, the string of rationality in Fan Ning's heart was completely broken.

She would not die, so she stabbed the dagger into her heart and drew blood continuously.

Until - the completely solidified blood sword flew towards the sky, not only splitting the partially damaged illusion, but also forcibly cutting through the calamity clouds that gathered lightning.

"Fan Ning!!"

Ling You's voice broke through the partition and came over.

Fan Ning released his strength, but still fell from the sky, like a bird with broken wings, and landed in Ling You's arms.

Ling You half-knelt on the ground, carefully holding the skin of the person in front of him, who had not a single piece of intact skin. His throat seemed to be completely blocked, and a tear fell down his chin.

"Take this," Jiang Biehe squatted down and fed him a pill.

Fan Ning did not resist and swallowed the medicine in one gulp. He felt a warm current begin to repair his wounded body.

"Are you scared?" she asked the haggard Ling You in a hoarse voice.

I thought to myself, I was the one who had survived this disaster, so how could he look so heartbroken?

"Fan Ning, does it hurt?"

Ling You's voice was also extremely hoarse, and tears kept flowing, but even though his eyes were covered with mist, his gaze was still persistent as he passed through the skin that was so scarred that it was no exaggeration to say it was full of holes.

"Leave her to me first," he said succinctly after noticing Qian Jiangyue's late arrival. "I need a more empty place to treat her."

As soon as the words fell, the disciples who heard this squeezed away.

Even the Hehuan Sect disciples who had been indirectly beaten by her were very worried. Not only did they pay attention to Fan Ning's expression all the time, they also asked the equally worried disciples around them to send some of their valued medicinal herbs.

After all, if Fan Ning hadn’t come like this, let alone the medicinal herbs, they might not even be able to save their lives.

Moreover, Fan Ning was able to survive such a thunder tribulation...

He has almost reached a position where they can only look up to him.

"Your foundation isn't damaged. With proper recuperation, you'll be able to recover as before," Qian Jiangyue breathed a sigh of relief after making the diagnosis, her tone softening considerably. "I haven't even congratulated you on breaking through to the Out-of-Body Stage yet."

"What--"

"Out-of-body stage?!"

The other monks who had never looked away were stunned.

I thought this thunder tribulation was unusual, but I didn't expect it to be so unreasonable.

This is no longer just a simple level of awesomeness, it's a cross-border breakthrough... If the thunder doesn't strike her, who will it strike?