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

"Haven't you seen it?"

Facing the man who still had fear on his face but was eager to try and lean forward, Fan Ning slowly pressed down the embryo that was almost taking shape and generously gave him some space for viewing.

The burning fire was hot and bright, and when it reflected on Fan Ning's face, it seemed somewhat gentle.

"Come, it's not in vain."

She smiled politely and said, "There's a give and take."

The disciples who received the friendly signal moved forward a little.

There was no other reason, Fan Ning just looked too at ease, the material was obviously unknown, but in her hands it was like a fish swimming wherever she pointed, blending in smoothly.

"Junior sister, are you planning to make a short sword? When will you start forging it?"

The disciples watching looked at the embryo that was gradually glowing, feeling a little worried, but not too worried.

Hearing this, Ling You, who was squeezed to the periphery, also quietly poked his head out.

But he waited for a minute or two and didn't hear any answer, nor did he see any signs. He only caught a glimpse of Fan Ning's profile, which gradually became solemn.

"Good question." Fan Ning turned around and found Ling You accurately. In a calm tone, she asked him a terrifying question, "Do you want something beautiful or practical?"

Ling You: “…”

All the senior brothers and sisters: "..."

"So this is something we can't coexist with?!"

Fan Ning glanced at the unfinished product, spread his hands, and smiled shyly: "I'm a beginner, please bear with me."

“It’s very laborious,” she emphasized.

"Beginner?" The oldest brother standing in the front withdrew his curiosity.

He took stiff steps and retreated out the door with the fastest speed in his life, protecting the disciples behind him.

Fan Ning looked over.

The dusty senior brother wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "Junior sister, I don't doubt you, it's just that..."

Fan Ning tilted his head.

The senior brother was sweating profusely: "I'm just afraid, afraid... that my breathing will affect the junior sister's masterpiece. After all, it's the first time, and the first time is always precious..."

Maybe this will only happen once in a lifetime!

"Really?" Facing his senior brother who was trying his best to cover up the truth, Fan Ning remained silent and just opened his mouth and said, "I don't believe it."

“…Don’t, don’t get up!!”

The senior brother was even more worried, his pupils had turned pale with shock, but he still didn't forget to comfort the person in front of him who seemed to have given up.

"Anything can be discussed... It's not that serious yet. If you've been wronged, I'll help you..."

Fan Ning suddenly smiled and asked a question instead of answering: "What do you think I'm here for?"

As she spoke, the flames behind her grew even bigger, as if she could transform into a flame ghost that devoured everything in a second.

"No, aren't you here to vent?"

Ling You held his forehead with his hand. After getting used to Fan Ning's operation, he became particularly sober when looking at these frightened brothers and sisters.

"I choose the practical one," he said, determined to put an end to this farce. Facing everyone's vigilance, he remained silent for a second, still very polite. "Can you ask that senior sister who sneaked out to report the news not to say anything bad?"

"Tomorrow is my competition. If something goes wrong, I'll be very distressed."

Ling You made the final decision, his expression slightly contorted: "Fan Ning is really just a good person with a bit of personality."

No, you obviously don’t believe it yourself, right?

And if you want to portray yourself as a good person, don't give that look that says "I'm going to chase someone down and kill them right away"!

Senior brothers: "..."

Otherwise...just admit it.

Thanks to Lingyou, their souls were cleansed by words that were hard to say were unpolluted, and they gradually broke free from extreme fear.

"Well, it's almost time," Fan Ning said.

The disciple who had just changed his state became alert instantly.

Fan Ning walked back and could feel the terrified gazes behind him without turning around.

[What are you after, host? We've already obtained the spiritual ore information through the system atlas. Wouldn't it be better to give them some peace of mind?]

The system was puzzled, but it firmly believed that the host must have her reasons for doing so. For this reason, it even used its own limited data to infer the host's possible thoughts, and then almost succeeded in burning itself.

"Have you had enough fun?" Ling You gave up on trying to figure out Fan Ning's plan and chose to go all out. He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Aren't you going to earn spirit stones anymore? Time is limited, and any less will be a loss."

"Ok."

Fan Ning shrugged and admitted that what he said was true.

But she still wanted to clarify herself: "I'm not lazy, okay? Look, isn't that already done?"

Ling You looked quietly at the dagger she had taken up.

Let’s call it a short sword for now.

Although it is made into the shape of a broken leaf, although it is much fatter than other normal daggers, although it is a strange green color... No, this is the only one that cannot be although!

"You didn't poison me, did you? You can't kill anyone on the trial platform."

Fan Ning, who was sitting next to him, looked at him in surprise and said, "That's a different price."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You had a dead-like calmness: "Go on."

He stood stiffly there, watching the smile on Fan Ning's face grow increasingly brighter, his mind gradually going blank.

Does he really have to have this kind of thing?

Why can't he go on stage with his bare hands? Is it because he's not working hard enough?

Ling You suddenly felt a surge of regret.

He clearly saw the whole process of going astray, but he did nothing.

Ling You grasped the knife handle with all his might, and just as he was about to fiddle with it, the blade suddenly lit up with an irresistible light.

At the same time, the swords that had been taken out of the room began to clang.

Ling You was a little dazed by the sound of it.

"What a good stuff," the senior brother who had sneaked up suddenly said with his eyes shining.

At this moment, he forgot his fear of the evil junior sister, and even couldn't help but use his spiritual power to test it.

"The spiritual energy of the spiritual mine is very complete, and the veins flowing through it are very smooth... No, it's more than smooth, it's simply perfect..."

“This shape…”

"Don't praise this shape."

Ling You couldn't stand it any longer and put the knife back, closing his eyes. "At least it's practical."

"Eh, is its appearance so unbearable?"

Fan Ning walked over with a bunch of things that were exact replicas of Ling You’s arsenal.

——Very normal.

But for Fan Ning, it was obviously too abnormal and a little scary.

"This kind of replica doesn't have any technical difficulty, it's very simple."

She waved her hand, reached out and took the short knife that was disliked for its appearance, still staring into Ling You's eyes, "Really?"

"Is it really true?"

"Aren't you curious about its rich inner world?"

Lingyou refused to eat or drink anything.

He was very familiar with Fan Ning's attitude of always playing tricks on others, but looking at the group of senior brothers around him who were eager to grab the opportunity to take action, he couldn't help but frown.

"Master, Junior Sister...we had a little misunderstanding before."

The senior brother, who was on the verge of escaping, rushed to Fan Ning again and asked, "Is there any secret behind that knife?"

Fan Ning smiled but said nothing.

But this action undoubtedly gave the other brothers a reassurance.

This absolutely excellent work is right before their eyes, and they are willing to ignore their aching consciences if only they can get a glimpse of it!

The more impatient senior brother dropped the spiritual ore he had taken with him when he fled, and just closed his eyes and praised: "What a smooth shape, that gleaming green light is like a treasure..."

Fan Ning curled the corner of his mouth, turned around and returned the thing to Ling You, waving his hand.

"You should research it yourself, but let me be frank. If you accidentally lose and it affects my business reputation, I'll be furious."