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

"How arrogant of you!" The middle-aged cultivator raised his eyebrows and sharply rebuked him, "You only gained some fame in the first event. A cultivator like you..."

"You must be mediocre, right?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, uninterested in hearing criticism, and casually interrupted, "While others were in the spotlight, you were 'devoting yourself to cultivation'. Even when others were at the top, you were still 'devoting yourself to cultivation'... yet your cultivation level is only at the Nascent Soul stage. If I'm not mistaken, the young man to your right is about to surpass you."

The middle-aged monk's face froze. Although he knew that this was just a simple irritation, his eyes couldn't help but linger on his right side for a moment.

Fan Ning caught it right away and laughed again: "Hey, you were distracted so easily? It seems you're not concentrating at all."

"How's it going? It feels good to have someone more talented than you as your subordinate, right?"

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Are you talking nonsense?" Fan Ning smiled and asked, "Why do you seem very happy to me?"

"He's acting like a villain whose feelings have been exposed..."

"Sir Fan Ning, please stop talking," the young man on the right stepped forward helplessly to stop him.

He had no ill will towards Fan Ning herself. In fact, because of her, he had a better impression and respect for her. At this moment, he also knew that what Fan Ning said was true, but such words were like a living target on him.

It's such an inopportune time.

At least now, he was powerless to resist.

"Afraid of retaliation?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Don't worry, I will do my best to help you. Jianran knows that you are a petty person, so he will definitely not drag you into this trouble."

This sounds a little bad.

The young man paused, and before he could figure out the deeper meaning of it, he saw the person who had just had his words stolen and was glaring at him fall down with his head covered.

The not-so-thin body fell to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of broken porcelain powder that stuck to his face in patches, making him look even more ridiculous.

"This is..." The young man looked at the faint smile on the face of the man in front of him, raised his hand to appease the other cultivators behind him who were about to draw their weapons, and asked hesitantly: "Master Fan Ning, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Do you believe me?" Fan Ning looked at him.

The young man nodded, then, as if feeling a lack of sincerity, added, "You saved so many people. Everyone survived the erosion of the abyss. You truly deserve a great contribution."

...It seems that Jiang Biehe has given all the credit to her.

Fan Ning remained silent, pointing at the person on the ground. He said with some regret, "He really doesn't understand me at all. I've always been cautious, and my cultivation means I always have some life-saving methods on hand."

"Any Qingyun Sect disciple would know this," Fan Ning said. "They had some poison in front of them. The dosage wasn't large, but he completely absorbed it."

At this point, she pointed to the powder on the ground and explained, "He dropped the antidote himself."

"It's rare for me to be kind."

"..."

The young man was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Go find what you want to find yourself. I don't want to walk on the garbage-covered ground anyway," Fan Ning lowered his eyes. The man lying on the ground in an ugly posture seemed to have heard something and his fingertips moved.

She stepped on it silently, once and twice, and the person on the ground fell limp and didn't move anymore.

Fan Ning condemned the system: [What's going on? We agreed that this dosage was just right. I still have to clean up the mess.]

...He hasn't woken up yet.

The system really wanted to make a few excuses for itself, but the incident of the inexplicable disconnection and the disregard for the host's life and death had not yet completely passed, and it really couldn't maintain a tough attitude.

[…Next time, for sure.]

"I've said this countless times. You can't fool me," Fan Ning began to nitpick, recounting past misdeeds. "This has been broken countless times. They said they were going to report it to their superiors, but they haven't given any compensation at all."

System: [...Host, you can't use it at all.]

Not to mention compensation, even the system itself has always played an insignificant role.

When Fan Ning heard this, he immediately became unhappy. "If I don't need it, I can just throw it away for fun. If you don't give it to me, it's not a proper attitude."

System: [...Yes, yes, you are right.]

It got angry for a moment, said "Looking for the main system" and disappeared silently.

Fan Ning remained silent for too long. The monks who came out of the house one after another but found nothing stood by the wall as punishment, not daring to provoke the ruthless man who drugged them as he said.

If I couldn't still feel that person's breath, it would be no different from being dead!

"Didn't find him?" Fan Ning turned his head, not intending to embarrass them. He pointed at the person lying on the ground and said calmly, "If you can't find him, change his position. Remember to drag him away."

After saying that, she lowered her head, took out a blank piece of paper from her Qiankun bag and began to write casually.

"...What are you doing?" the young monk asked carefully.

"Cut the grass at its roots... oh, or rather, deal with the aftermath," Fan Ning took the time to give him a look before continuing, "My master has some reputation. If her disciple doesn't do anything when being bullied like this, I'd suspect she's been possessed by something."

"Ningning, what you said is not right," Qian Jiangyue popped up at the door at the end of her words.

Ling You, who was following her, nodded politely.

"You were really slow in getting reinforcements," Fan Ning pointed at the people behind him and said to Ling You, "It's a good thing it's over now. You really didn't catch up at the right time."

Ling You asked, "...Only one fell?"

Fan Ning spread his hands and casually stuffed the paper covered with black words into his hands.

"What is this...?" Ling You asked on behalf of everyone present.

Fan Ning spread his hands and said frankly: "Here is the list."

"I'm very kind and I don't bother these disciples," she said. "But the monks who were sent here, the ones who peeped in through the window, and the ones who threw rocks into my room early in the morning... I remember every single one of their sects."

Qian Jiangyue leaned over to take a look, confirmed what was on the paper, and then took out a note from his sleeve in the same serious manner.

After one-on-one correspondence, I sighed that they were indeed master and disciple, and they had such a tacit understanding.

One by one, they all match!

Ling You caught a glimpse of the familiar name on Qian Jiangyue's hand and was finally surprised: "...You too?"