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

On the other side, Jiangxue, who had returned to the Demon Realm, finally opened the document on the table.

As one of the demon generals under the command of the Demon Lord, he is certainly far from being as harmless as he appeared when facing Fan Ning. He has many subordinates and his information collection is unique among other demon generals.

But he was still startled by Fan Ning's movements.

Then he gave a helpless smile.

He probably knew clearly enough why Fan Ning did this. If he were in a third-rate storybook, now would be the time to sound the death knell for the villain.

However, only the winner has the right to define the villain.

Jiangxue gathered his clothes and hurried on his way. It was rare for him not to wear brighter colors. He just looked at the sky with his calm eyes.

After a long while, Jiangxue closed the window and said with emotion, "The snow seems to have come earlier this year."

In theory, there will be no obvious and drastic climate changes in the Demon Realm, but there is only one exception every year.

That is when the Demon Lord "bestows grace".

But unlike other demon cultivators who knew nothing and were kept in the dark, Jiang Xue, as one of the demon generals closest to the Demon Lord, knew much more than those people.

——There is no such thing as “blessing”. It is just the person sitting on the high platform experimenting with the power of the abyss again and again.

He doesn't care about the weather caused by the experiment, nor does he care about the people with low cultivation who are struggling to survive in the demon world. He just stands there, ferocious and indifferent.

Jiangxue, who had not been able to clearly see her own position in the past, had asked this question before.

But what did the Demon Lord say? He said—

"What I am doing is a groundbreaking event. As long as it succeeds, these people will have another chance to be reborn."

Damn it, when the Demon Lord said this, there was even a trace of condescending pity on his face.

Jiangxue had never understood that man. She covered her heart with her hands, and when she felt her heart beating again and again, she finally sighed as if in compromise.

"Fan Ning, ah Fan Ning... I've put all my chips on you."

"...Please don't let me down."

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"You look disappointed?"

Fan Ning, who should have been imprisoned, slowly stood up and straightened his messy sleeves with the demeanor of a master who shouldn't have been there. He said with a half-smile, "Are you surprised? Do I look like a brainless idiot who would fall into a trap if easily coaxed?"

Ling You also responded, and quickly prepared a fighting stance, "Ah, it turns out to be something bad."

There were several crackling sounds, and the originally exquisite table was completely overturned. The servants outside heard the noise and poked their heads inside with weapons in hand - even the beauties who appeared with veils on their faces slowly approached, revealing their sharp blades.

If someone else were here, they would probably be alert and think of breaking out.

But the person who occupies the center position is Fan Ning.

After being stared at by the knife-like gaze for a long time, Fan Ning just yawned lazily. When he caught a glimpse of those people's ferocious eyes from the corner of his eyes, he even felt genuinely confused.

"How can you make the wrong choice even if there's an answer?"

Since when does having more people mean a chance of winning?

Several broken wooden boards pierced people and flew backwards. They had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, half of their bodies were embedded in the wall. Some of them were even hit harder, so their heads hung outside the wall, leaving a not-so-big hole.

Snow was drifting in.

The temperature in the house dropped rapidly.

Fan Ning was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand to touch a snowflake, watching it absorb the warmth in his palm for a moment before melting away. He wondered, "Is it already snowing season?"

The answer is of course no.

The smiling young man, who had his back to the two of them, turned around and also noticed the snowflakes that kept floating into the house. He reminded them with a complicated mood, "These are not ordinary snowflakes. In the demon world, this is a symbol of the Demon Lord's blessing."

interesting.

Fan Ning and Ling You beside him looked at each other. Neither of them was someone who could be easily fooled. Especially since they already had some unknown answer in their hearts, it would not take much effort for them to come to a conclusion.

"This snow is by no means a blessing."

There are also sober people who can't help but glare at him when they hear this.

But Ling You completely ignored the looks from these people—if he didn't understand the customs of the demon world, how could he not understand the Demon Lord himself?!

"Blessing" is not a ritual that can be completed simply by saying it! How could that person do such a thankless task for others?

Fan Ning also had the same idea, but compared to Ling You, her statement was much more straightforward.

"You're calling it a blessing when snow falls for no apparent reason... Do you really think your empty heads need a little testing?"

"Excessively heavy and unnatural snow is often called a natural disaster."

"Clap clap-"

Regular applause came from the door.

Those who were still awake looked subconsciously, only to see a familiar and somewhat scary face suddenly appear in their sight.

"Demon, Lord Demon!"

Those who still had the energy to spare knelt on one knee. Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, glanced at the smiling young man who was also quietly leaning forward, and casually greeted him, "Hey, how come you have time to come here?"

“…It’s not for me, is it?”

"Fan Ning," the Demon Lord spoke in a normal tone, and even looked somewhat friendly, as if he had seen a ghost.

"If you come to the Demon Realm, why don't you just come to me?" He chuckled, as if the person in front of him was really his brother. "Did anyone bully you?"

The demon cultivator who had "bullied" Fan Ning was trembling in fear.

Something unexpected happened. He was hunting geese all day but got his eyes pecked by a goose - who would have thought that this person was actually related to the Demon Lord!

If you have a relationship with the Demon Lord, why would you come to this small border town? Are there any rare treasures in the Demon Lord's palace?

But it's too late to say anything now.

Fan Ning smiled faintly and didn't say anything. Instead, he walked past the obstruction in front of him and went straight to the gentle-looking Demon Lord.

Ling You grabbed her arm and shook his head: "Don't come any closer."

He always had an irrepressible wariness towards the Demon Lord, even though this man was his nominal brother - or rather, it was precisely because of this relationship that there was no more gentle path between them from the very beginning.

The Demon Lord was still smiling. He casually glanced at Ling You, who looked as if he was facing a great enemy. Suddenly, his face turned cold and he said, "It seems that you are having fun outside and don't want to come back to me. In that case... then I will discipline this person on your behalf."