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

"We caught him red-handed."

Fan Ning pointed at Yu Changqing, who had hurried over to maintain order, with a joking laugh, and irresponsibly lashed out, "Paper tiger cannon fodder, the victim of counterattack, and the ever-belated defender... well, it's a cliché from a storybook."

"It seems you can't customize weapons," Fan Ning, who had heard most of what happened from the onlookers, smiled and said, "Although his ability is not that great, if he has connections, it's still difficult to deal with him."

Ling You rolled his eyes at her helplessly, "Don't make fun of me at a time like this. I'm already like this, how can you be any better?"

Do you really think they only have their eyes on a target?

"You have a point," Fan Ning gave way to Yu Changqing, who had a serious face. Yu Changqing wanted to hold Ling You back and say something, but the timing was not right. He had to consider the subsequent trials.

"We'll deal with the trouble you caused after the trial is over." Yu Changqing glanced at Ling You, who seemed unconcerned, and felt a headache. "The elders said before that we can't attack each other after we step down."

"If it happens again, you will be disqualified."

Yu Changqing spoke sternly and glanced at everyone present, hoping that they would learn from his mistakes and not cause any more trouble.

The arrogant people curled their lips.

Fan Ning, who was being paid special attention to, asked: "?"

She felt that she was really wronged, she just watched the fun and didn't even participate!

System Slots: [You call that being well-behaved? You were totally too late...]

If someone really came to find Fan Ning, she would definitely do something much more excessive than Ling You.

So should she be thankful for her good luck?

Sensing that a small number of people were looking at him with hidden malice, Fan Ning slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Your weapons should be almost used up, right?" She grabbed Ling You who was about to leave and asked, "Do you want to try something new?"

Something new? Like the medicine Fan Ning casually made?

——It’s hard to say how effective it is, but it’s definitely a scam!

"No," Ling You, feeling uneasy, tried to politely decline her invitation. "I can find another weaponsmith."

Even if the level is not that high, it is enough to deal with some monks who do not have much hard power.

"That won't do," Fan Ning, who perfectly sensed his thoughts, blocked his way with a smile.

He didn't force it, but just blinked his eyes that seemed to speak, and gave a gentle and slow advice: "Since you're here, I won't let you go back empty-handed! Besides... we're friends for life and death, so it's best not to let outsiders take away the wealth."

"Are you right?"

Fan Ning looked at him.

Just like when he was leaning casually by the campfire, his eyes were determined and he did not fight or compete.

But Ling You didn't hate her expression.

Or perhaps they had something in common: they were never good at compromising with the weak who depended on others.

"Well, I hope you don't end up with anything disappointing."

Ling You smiled, glanced at the people watching here, and opened and closed his lips again, "I won't lose to those people."

"Of course, but I have to correct that. It's not just 'not disappointed,'" Fan Ning emphasized gently, "it's 'absolutely satisfied.'"

"We are a small business and will not accept negative reviews."

Ling You was a little surprised and stood up straight almost instantly: "So he's an expert? He's really multi-talented--"

"Um."

Fan Ning accepted his compliment calmly, then rolled his eyes and suddenly asked seriously, "So, where can I refine weapons?"

"And it seems we need some materials, spiritual ore, furnaces, and tools... Well, that's all for now."

The smile that Ling You had just relaxed on his face disappeared bit by bit.

He suddenly hesitated: "What do you need...?"

Fan Ning said confidently: "Of course all of them!"

Ling You: “…”

The expression on his face became even more rigid.

It was like a sudden rain, and the person holding the umbrella tilted the umbrella, cooling his warm heart completely.

The system sighed sincerely: [Host, you are truly a genius at playing with emotions.]

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In the end, the two of them stumbled and found the location of the weapon.

——It’s all thanks to Yu Changqing’s guidance.

The reliable Senior Brother Yu looked at the two people with different expressions and wanted to say something but hesitated for a moment. However, he couldn't stand Fan Ning's expectant expression, so he found a chance to be alone with Ling You before handing the small Qiankun bag to him.

Yu Changqing inexplicably lowered his voice: "These were secretly collected by some of the disciples you saved. Some are spiritual ores, and some are finished products."

Although he didn't dare to confront those people with powerful backgrounds directly, he was a cultivator after all, so he must have some good things prepared for him.

Even if it is not very expensive, it is still a token of my thoughtfulness.

Ling You was visibly stunned, and his subconsciously extended hand hung in mid-air, not knowing whether to take it or not.

"Take it. There are few people in Yueli Sect who are good at refining weapons, so there are very few spiritual ores that can be separated."

Yu Changqing stuffed the thing into his hand. After coming out of the secret realm, he remained silent for even longer.

It was like something stuck in my throat that hadn't been digested yet, so every time I faced those two people, both good and bad were tinged with a lingering bitterness that made me feel uneasy for a long time.

"I've brought the things, so I'll leave first."

Yu Changqing didn't intend to just end it with empty words. He gave the things and went back, his back still as straight and clean as when they first met.

"……I see."

Ling You lowered his eyes and replied in a voice that he could hear.

It was also difficult for him to describe this feeling, but the only thing he could be sure of was—

After a brief moment of trance, he did not feel the slightest bit of pleasure at this belated kindness.

Be it the guilt of others or some invisible support... Ling You only thought of one thing.

He waved towards Fan Ning who was walking towards him, and when the other party looked over, he threw the Qiankun bag over to him.

"The materials you want should be in there."

"Hmm?" Fan Ning hummed a tone, not worrying about him, and took it nonchalantly. "Looks like you can take a few more hidden weapons."

Fortunately, there is still plenty of time.

It shouldn't be a problem to make it to tomorrow's competition.

"…Is there really no problem?"

The disciples who were attracted by the noise were dumbfounded.

Yueli Sect does not focus on refining weapons, so there are very few disciples who actually appear in the weapon refining room, but it is not to the point that there are no capable people at all.

At first, they didn't care about the two people who broke in.

Until Fan Ning took out a wisp of real fire.

The disciples who did not yet possess their own natal flame looked over.

She was seen falling down with the Qiankun bag, and the spiritual ore and swords were scattered all over the ground.

They are all piled together, like street goods waiting to be picked.

Then Fan Ning put his hands together and said, "There are still some good things here. Hmm... let's try this one."

——The thoughts of the disciples who have been refining weapons for many years have never been so difficult to understand as they are now.

"What kind of spiritual ore is this? It doesn't seem very common."

Fan Ning replied calmly, without even looking up: "It was sent by the Demonic Beast Abyss. I don't know."

Weapon Refining Disciple: “…”

Oh, she doesn't know.

Wait—she doesn’t know?!

"I don't know if you're just going to let it go like that? What if something goes wrong... wouldn't it just destroy the mine and kill everyone?!"

The disciple squatting at the front roared like a screaming chicken being strangled by the neck.

It’s not that he was making a fuss, but the power of some powerful spiritual ores if used abnormally was comparable to the explosion of a golden elixir!

They are not monks who can withstand beatings!

And she just mixed several pieces of spiritual ores together!

I'm still adding black powder... Hmm? Why did the contents suddenly glow green?

The disciples watching swallowed hard, and in the instant the green light appeared, they even decided where to bury themselves.

Is this really okay?