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

The view upstairs is completely different from that downstairs. It is like a pavilion nestled in the lake, full of elegance. Even the fruits on the table are thoughtfully arranged to look like beautiful pastries.

There were already quite a few people sitting upstairs, some out of curiosity, some who already knew what this place was, and even some who were there to obviously laugh at the joke... there were quite a few of them.

Fan Ning took Ling You and sat down in the center, as if he didn't notice the gazes from the people around him. He held his chin with his hand and smiled slightly: "Looking at this, there are indeed quite a few good things, but I don't know if they will catch my eye."

Ling You leaned against her. Even though he had come this far, he had not forgotten the character he had casually made up. When he heard this, he laughed in agreement. His upturned eyes seemed to be dipped in honey, and when they fell under the bright night pearl, he was filled with some irrepressible emotions.

Fan Ning picked up the wine glass on the table and brought it to his mouth.

"Ahem, you two..." The smiling young man who was fanning himself beside them finally couldn't bear it anymore. He interrupted the close friendship between the two and looked at Ling You's exposed face with a strange expression.

"You are...?" He seemed to recognize something, and he went over the news circulating in the demon world in his mind again and again. He looked at Fan Ning with the same caution, "And this beautiful lady... could you tell me your name?"

"I'm sure you'll find this face familiar," Fan Ning said, holding Ling You's face with one hand, a smile in her eyes. She spoke as if to say something very simple, "This is mine. Do you need any more hints?"

“…No need for that.”

The smiling young man's eyes looked even weirder. He tried to hold it in, but couldn't help but whispered, "You've become like this... are you worried about something?"

"The news that came out was simply due to circumstances," Fan Ning said, letting go of his hand. "After all, life is unpredictable. Who knew I would end up like this?"

"...What about you now?" The Smiling Young Master was more cautious. The fan in his hand had long stopped moving, and some thin beads of cold sweat fell on his forehead. He seemed to be very clear that it was probably best not to listen to what happened next... But his curiosity overcame his reason.

Fan Ning smiled, not being stingy at all: "Of course I have made the plan to eradicate it completely. What do you think? Are you interested..."

"Wait, wait!" The snow-colored fan snapped across his face, leaving only a pair of helpless eyes visible. He pleaded softly, "Please forgive me. I can't listen to anything you say after this..."

Seeing that Fan Ning wanted to continue, he suddenly had an idea and pointed at the things on the stage and began to change the subject.

"The auction has begun. My dear lady, please don't miss this grand event."

Ling You pretended to say a few words in her ear.

Fan Ning didn't show any change on the surface, but his aura was like that of a big cat that had been well appeased, which immediately caught the attention of the young master who was always paying attention to them.

He seemed to have thought of something, or seemed to have thought of nothing. He lowered his head and hid under the fan.

Maybe this big shot doesn't want to attract too much attention...?

He thought with hope, but the next second, Fan Ning's action ruined his plan.

Jade with anti-aging properties? Buy it!

A pill that cures all poisons? Buy it!

An automatic treasure-hunting compass? He acted without blinking an eye.

He drove up the price and ignored the angry glares from others... Not to mention the others who returned empty-handed, even Ling You couldn't help but ask, "The spirit stones required for these things are really not few..."

Fan Ning was very calm. With one hand, he took out several small bags filled with spirit stones from his Qiankun bag. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't worry. No matter who is short of spirit stones, I will be short of them too."

Not to mention the profits that Yueli Sect's weapon refining brought her, just when she informed the sect that she was going to send an undercover agent, she extorted a lot from the elders and sect leaders.

"A few spirit stones won't make them poor, but they won't make me rich either."

Fan Ning said this, and then when he was about to leave, he received bags of spirit stones from his master Haohao, Jianzun, and Qin Mingzheng who had hurried over.

There is more than enough space to build another building like this.

"If you're interested, I can build a tall building for you to experience it..."

Ling You was very tempted, but still calmed down and refused.

...He always felt that if he really agreed, Fan Ning might do something completely beyond his expectations.

"It's almost the finale," Ling You whispered. Noticing the hostile looks from everyone around him, he simply asked, "Want to grab it?"

"The finale... I'm not interested in it," Fan Ning casually pushed all the things he had photographed forward, piling the boxes on top of each other like a crumbling tower.

With several "pops", the tall tower was completely shattered by a pair of hands.

"These things are really boring. Taking pictures of them is just for fun... just throwing them around and making noises."

The fists of the people around were stiffened, and those who wanted to do something interesting stood up suddenly, but before they could do anything, they were persuaded to stay down by the servants who had been paying attention to this place for a long time.

The servant lowered his voice and spoke in a vague and ambiguous manner, but judging from the expressions on those people's faces, they were not good words that could be put on the table.

Fan Ning smiled, and inexplicably remembered the pair of strange eyes. He leaned over slightly and pressed his head on the table, and his sparkling eyes turned slightly.

The smiling young man who was being stared at almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He gathered his moon-white cloak, which suddenly seemed too thin, and looked like he wanted to escape, but after being stared at for a while, his subtle thoughts were suppressed beneath the surface by his clarity of mind.

"What do you want to do?" He moved closer and asked in a low voice, almost whispering, through Ling You's gaze.

After hearing this, Fan Ning actually pondered for a moment, then his eyes widened, "It's actually not a big deal."

"I'm just curious about a question..." She smiled faintly and said, "There are many interesting things in this world. For example, a pill that can cure a hundred poisons. What are the poisons?"

"Use his spear to attack his shield..." Fan Ning stopped here at the right time.

The smiling young man's face was completely broken, and his fingers gripping the fan handle slowly tightened. In the end, the three words "I can't afford to offend you" that echoed in his mind again and again pulled him out of this vortex.

The tall and straight young man quietly bent down, waiting for everyone's eyes to shift away from them - forget it, there was no such opportunity at all.

He sighed, and under the servant's serious and sharp gaze, he hinted at giving up.

"There are more than a hundred kinds of strange poisons in this world."