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

The Demon Lord had obviously gotten used to the whole operation of hiding and causing trouble. After the crisis was over, even if everyone in the sect started a thorough search again, there were still very few things that could be found.

But late at night the next day, a figure that was particularly gorgeous under the cover of darkness knocked on Fan Ning's window.

"Ah, should I say long time no see?"

Ling You stood up and opened the window, revealing his charming eyes. At the same time, Jiang Xue poked her head in, "Your Highness Fan Ning, it's only been a short while since we last met, and you've already made yourself look so miserable."

"Get out," Ling You shouted coldly, raised his hand, and stabbed out with a cold knife, almost brushing his cheek, and nailed it firmly into the big tree in front of the window, penetrating deep into the wood. It was obvious that he had used all his strength.

"Don't be like this," Jiangxue said with a playful smile, and she gracefully descended from the window. The bright-colored hem of her dress caught a few rays of moonlight, and she looked quite gentle.

"I'm here to spread information. Hmm... perhaps an order would be more appropriate." He raised his voice at the end of his voice. After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Ling You, whose face was dark, with a smile. "You should be able to guess it. Didn't you accept that thing?"

He chuckled, "If His Highness Fan Ning hadn't had the foresight to block your memory, the moment you saw that thing, your unexpressed emotions would have completely exposed your identity as a demon cultivator..."

"I haven't thought about it that much," Fan Ning, who was called, slowly sat up from the bed. The clear moonlight sprinkled on her thin clothes, making her smile even more ethereal.

"I just think it's interesting." She held her chin with one hand and stretched out the other hand to Ling You, motioning him to come over first. "Why do you say I'm so good?"

Fan Ning yawned lazily. Although he was talking to Jiang Xue, his eyes were on Ling You.

"If this goes on, he'll never be able to repay me... so I can only do whatever I want, right?"

The smile on her face became even brighter, as if she had really thought of some interesting scene.

Jiang Xue sighed, with a hint of envy in her tone: "I want to owe him more than just one person a favor like this..."

"I'm not a money lender, so it's useless to ask for more," Fan Ning said lightly.

Ling You suddenly became happy again. He was silent for a moment, but his calm words could not suppress the joy in his heart. "What exactly do you want to do here? Just tell me."

Jiang Xue: "It's not a big deal..."

Ling You: "Then there's no need to say more. Goodbye."

Jiangxue: "..."

"This is indeed a case of being spoiled and arrogant," he said in a gloomy tone, like a spider that painstakingly wove a web but didn't taste a single bit of sweetness. His voice seemed to be hanging on a silk thread. "I remember that I knocked on His Highness Fan Ning's window..."

"Forget it," he said, and after another helpless pause, his eyes had become serious when he spoke again, "Our Demon Lord probably can't stand things that are out of his control anymore. The next step..."

Jiang Xue turned her head to look at Ling You, who had already noticed something, and said without any emotion: "Either find a good time to return, or... wait for someone to tear off your skin and face."

Although the Demon Lord is not a good person, he is more open-minded towards demon cultivators than cultivators from other sects.

Besides——

"He's after your value now, so even if he's captured, he won't die easily."

"It seems you know a lot?" Fan Ning glanced at him.

Jiang Xue smiled helplessly, with a look of dead sorrow in her eyes, "If I knew less, how could I have survived until now? There is no one left behind me."

Ling You opened his mouth. At this moment, he did not choose to open other people's scars, but changed the subject in a normal manner, "If I must leave here..."

He lowered his eyes, as if he had made up his mind: "I will first sever my relationship with you, you just need to..."

"I don't want it," Fan Ning replied immediately. He grabbed the face that subconsciously wanted to escape with one hand and snorted coldly: "When did you ever make the decision between us?"

"This is not a joke..."

"So you should listen to me."

"You will lose everything because of me."

"I think I don't care about these things as much as you think."

The more Fan Ning listened, the more bored she felt. She pinched the soft flesh on his cheeks with both hands, ignoring the depressed mood in his eyes.

"There's no one in this room who isn't a demon cultivator, right?"

She had never bothered to avoid being so different from the sect, so she simply said, "If I'm discovered, I'm discovered. I can be expelled from the sect, abandoned by everyone... well, that doesn't count."

Fan Ning looked into his heavy eyes and smiled slightly: "Without these things, without these people, I would not be Fan Ning, right?"

Ling You said nothing, but his heart beat a few beats more unfriendlyly.

He really lost to her completely, he thought. Even hearing such a "cold-blooded" word, all the bad emotions he had just imagined were melted away lightly.

"I'm still here," Jiang Xue, who was forced to watch, was very powerless. She held her forehead with one hand and reminded me sadly: "Although it is very touching...but you may not have so much time to think about it."

"It's almost dawn," he said, and jumped out of the window again.

It's like a spider that has broken free from its web. It's not relaxing, but it also doesn't feel as heavy as one might have imagined from losing something.

Daybreak is coming, that's all.

That doesn't mean dawn.

----

Soon, Ling You knew what he meant.

As soon as the sky brightened, a group of monks with unfriendly looks knocked on their door aggressively.

Fan Ning was well prepared. He opened the door leisurely, as if completely oblivious to the menacing aura they held. He even offered them a cup of tea in a polite manner, "Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea first?"

With a "bang", the teacup was blown to the ground and turned into broken porcelain pieces on the spot.

"Now is not the time for such a sweet conversation!" The middle-aged cultivator standing in front asked with a stern expression, "Last night, the prize prepared for the sect competition was lost. The aura disappeared from your place, and as luck would have it... the cultivator guarding the prize left behind some accusations before his death. He was killed by demonic energy!"

Fan Ning narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Just because of a vague accusation, you can bring others to trample on my reputation?"

"That's ridiculous," she stood up and stepped over the broken porcelain pieces, crushing the debris into powder. "Something like this will definitely belong to me...it's never worth my while to snatch it."