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

Fan Ning slowly raised his hand, and the power of the abyss below seemed to be pulled by something and became completely agitated.

"What?!" The Demon Lord was stunned by the scene that was completely contrary to common sense. He suddenly seemed to be unable to move at all, with shock and confusion in his eyes. He didn't even notice that his hands and feet were moving unconsciously.

"This isn't my achievement," Fan Ning glanced at the now-silly Demon Lord and snorted, "First of all, I don't have such a power."

"But there's one person who does."

The Demon Lord stepped forward eagerly, almost asking desperately, "Who is it?"

Fan Ning smiled, his expression indifferent, full of hidden pity, "You should know that person too."

"Master Demon, you've been investigating me for so long, but you haven't found anything wrong? For example...why was I able to survive such a thunder tribulation twice?"

The Demon Lord's breathing seemed to have stopped.

Fan Ning rarely played with his feelings. After a pause, she revealed the answer herself: "It's because of my senior sister."

"The power of the abyss is endangering the human world, and so many clues indicate that it is related to the Way of Heaven... Do you think that the Way of Heaven will really remain inactive forever?"

"The fact that no one has ascended to heaven in a long time—perhaps this is foreshadowing something."

For example, the way of heaven is no longer able to do anything now.

So where did its remaining energy rules go?

Seeing that the Demon Lord's expression was becoming more and more solemn, Fan Ning sighed softly and did not continue speaking. Instead, he chose to leave him with countless room for imagination.

The Demon Lord calmed down. After all, he was someone who had studied the power of the abyss for quite some time. When he heard such news, the first thing he did was to think about what he needed. As he was thinking, his mind obviously wandered to another place.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. Fan Ning lazily threw out the small porcelain bottle containing a drop of blood in his hand. The Demon Lord hurriedly caught it, but as soon as he opened it, the blood seemed to be forcibly evaporated by something, turning into a cloud of blood mist and completely disappeared.

"Don't look at me like that, there's no more," Fan Ning waved his hand, obviously not wanting to have any more role in this matter.

The Demon Lord clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, not caring about her attitude anymore. He opened his mouth with a strong sense of reluctance, "Is it really gone? With this thing..."

"Do you really think Jiang Biehe is some naive naiveté who can be easily coaxed into submission?" Fan Ning sneered, as if she had just thought of something and was furious. She said with a cold face, "Ling You was exposed thanks to her pills... If you really think you can get any benefits from her by just picking someone up, the Demon Lord can try it yourself."

"It's just that by then, none of them will come back... so don't blame me for not warning you."

"That's not what I meant." The Demon Lord, whose thoughts were really exposed, looked visibly gloomy. He pondered for a while, looking around at the remnants of the forbidden land, as if he had thought of something, and his face tensed for a moment.

"The secret of Ling You..."

"Still thinking about that secret?" Fan Ning yawned lazily, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he began to make up stories: "Didn't I just tell you everything? If you still don't believe it... then I have to seriously doubt your motives."

"...Is it for the great cause you so often talk about, or is it simply because your father is unwilling to leave all the good things to you, and you are completely treated as a waste and abandoned child."

The Demon Lord's face suddenly turned green.

He listened to Fan Ning's sarcastic words and wanted to refute her, but he always felt that if he refuted her, he would be implicated in something, so he snorted coldly with some disgust.

"You will help Ling You...but I don't know if he can understand your painstaking efforts."

As the Demon Lord spoke, a sharp sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen through something. "My brother is very similar to the deceased Demon Lord... No matter how good he says, in reality, he is not loyal at all."

"We demon cultivators are different from those pure-hearted disciples of your sect. What we want is not just one or two... but all of them."

"It seems that you have extended your hand to places where it shouldn't go," Fan Ning said with certainty. The curve of his mouth gradually flattened, and his eyes became completely cold.

She had her back to the snow, but she seemed to be covered in snow.

"I just feel that my brother is not worthy of you... If you continue like this, it will be very detrimental to our cooperation."

If such quarrels happen from time to time, not only will he himself be damaged, but even these rare treasures will not be able to withstand such destruction.

As for love, it’s not that he can’t find a new one for Fan Ning. Even if he can’t, it will at least make things worse for her.

"I hope you can maintain your current expression after seeing that scene," the Demon Lord finally smiled, as if he had completely turned the tables, with cold malice flowing in his eyes.

Fan Ning just glanced at him, his face completely unmoved.

"is it?"

How boring, such a plan - this sentence was clearly written on her face.

The Demon Lord, who was originally feeling happy, suddenly felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but frown.

But this time, before he could say anything provocative, the man with a cold face turned around first.

"I send this to you as well," she said. "I hope you can maintain this good mood when you face my senior sister."

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On the other side, Ling You didn't know that his brother had already set the fire in front of Fan Ning.

The moment the door was pushed open, he subconsciously met the eyes of the visitor.

The beautiful woman, who was wearing cool clothes and obviously had other intentions, smiled at him, and as she nodded, the thin gauze on her body began to fall down.

Ling You closed his eyes instantly. He slammed the table to the path that blocked his way and shouted coldly, "No matter what you want to do, this is not a place for you to do whatever you want!"

"I have absolutely no intention of doing anything wrong," the dancer, who rarely encountered such treatment, shrugged. A blink revealed a hint of helplessness through the veil covering her face. "Logically speaking, it should be you, Master Lingyou, who should do something wrong next."

"But in your current condition...it's hard for me to think of anything else you can do."

The dancer's voice was a little dull, and she didn't seem to be keen on this kind of "thing", even blatantly revealing a bit of disdain, "If you could have been more powerful and knocked me out, I could have made a perfect exit right now."

Ling You: “……?”

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the dancer added one more request: "I don't like the feeling of pain. It would be best if I could faint directly. Oh, and don't hurt my pretty face."