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

Ling You knew he was dreaming.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to call it a dream. The moment he was knocked unconscious by Fan Ning, he seemed to be pulled out of reality. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a completely unfamiliar place.

It is neither the world of immortals nor the world of demons.

He was standing in an unfamiliar forest. Behind him he could see a clear lake, and in front of him was a cave where he could not see anything.

There were some vines outside the cave that he had never seen before. The upright thorns were like hedgehogs in front of him. If he got close, he would definitely be pricked.

He should find a way to leave this strange place, Ling You thought so, but his body involuntarily moved closer to the not-so-wide cave.

——There seemed to be something in there that was always attracting him. He always felt that if he left like this, he would definitely be left with complete regrets.

This premonition quickly dispelled Ling You's desire to escape.

He slowly approached the cave entrance, and after only two or three steps, he heard a low, hoarse cry of pain coming from inside.

That somewhat familiar voice instantly broke down all his defenses.

Ling You no longer cared about the vines in front of him. Before his brain could put what was happening into words, his body had already rushed in as if he had completely given up.

When he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot, all his thoughts collapsed, and he was completely defeated.

"Fan Ning..."

Ling You called the name carefully. He could not connect the always high-spirited Fan Ning with the frail little girl in front of him.

But the reality did not allow him to close his eyes.

Little Fan Ning was chained to a hard stone platform with thick chains, and his arms and exposed calves were covered with wounds.

"You still won't scream?"

A sharp, mocking voice floated out from the darkness of the cave.

Ling You instantly glared at the man, wanting to knock him down first, but he found that he could not use any ability at all. Even his hand reaching out for the chain was directly pierced through.

He finally realized the absurdity that he was standing here, but he could only be a bystander from beginning to end, and he couldn't even express a pale and powerless word of heartache.

"Fan Ning... humph, so what if you have a good background? You're still a helpless guinea pig in my hands." The person who walked out from the darkness was wearing a good dress, a style that Ling You had never seen before, which formed a terrible and sharp contrast with Fan Ning's tattered white dress.

He approached Fan Ning, grabbed the blood-soaked pale neck with one hand, and the smile on his face was sharper and more terrifying than the thorns on the vine.

"Are you still holding on? Are you hoping someone will come and rescue you?"

With a bang, he grabbed Fan Ning's neck and slammed her against the stone platform. Her head, which had just been raised a little, was severely hit. The already pale and weak girl closed her eyes tightly.

……don't want.

Ling You passed through the man's body again and again, as if he had turned into a pitiful mute in an instant. He opened his mouth but could not utter a complete sentence.

He watched Fan Ning's breath gradually weaken.

The cave was deep and silent, cruelly swallowing up all the desperate cries.

Save her, someone please save her...it doesn't matter who it is...

"No one will come. If you still hold on to those unrealistic fantasies, then I, as your elder, will burst your dreams."

The man grinned, as if he had thought of something that made him happy, and even his eyes narrowed in pleasure.

"Your mother left this place a long time ago, and someone must have stopped her... As for your father, he was the one who handed you to me personally," he said, his blood-stained fingertips gripping the knife again, bringing it coldly to her cheek. "Who told you to be such a useless person, unable to cultivate spiritual power?... Your father was born within the sect, destined to sacrifice himself for the sect's honor and future."

"How ridiculous! When he handed you over to me, he said, 'As long as her spiritual veins can be repaired, any result is acceptable'..."

"Repairing spiritual veins... Humph, if I had such ability, how could I let him surpass me?"

The man's expression gradually twisted. The sharp knife pierced Fan Ning's waist, but he still felt it was not enough. His eyes gradually became crazy. "A man like him is ultimately just a coward who will be abandoned by everyone sooner or later. Don't think I don't know that he truly loves that woman... He is even willing to be dominated by her."

"Heh, he even gave up his position as the leader of the righteous path. Fan Ning, ah Fan Ning, guess how much of his desire to destroy your life was just to protect that woman from being criticized?"

"Listen carefully, and remember not to let your father go, even in the afterlife."

"He has such a humble love, but he has never given you even a little bit of that love—!"

His voice became more and more rapid, and the vines hanging outside the cave entrance synchronized with his mood, constantly spreading and extending inward.

Fan Ning, who was lying on the stone platform, had a face as pale as a wrinkled paper. She closed her eyes and had not spoken a word from the beginning. She seemed completely unmoved no matter what answer she heard.

But she didn't faint.

Ling You stood there blankly, the anger in his heart like a volcano about to erupt. When he saw the man's pain, every inch of his skin was burning with anger.

If you can't hurt the person in front of you, you can only hurt yourself.

"...Have you said enough?" Fan Ning suddenly opened his eyes just before the tip of the knife reached his eyes.

Those beautiful eyes were not at all torn by pain. Even in the dim and dark cave, they revealed Fan Ning's unique tenacity.

"You can actually wake up, you..."

The man wanted to stab the knife forward, but the moment their eyes met, all the strength in his body seemed to be suddenly drained away, and his eyes became blank.

"Unchain them."

Fan Ning opened her eyes coldly. Pain and fragility seemed to be the most incompatible things in her.

The man did as he was told, like a puppet.

Fan Ning sat up, raised his thin, pale arms from the stone platform with difficulty, and slowly threw off the heavy chains.

That's demonic energy.

Ling You widened his eyes, as if realizing something, and his voice became softer.

"I already knew what you were talking about."

Fan Ning stood up. Although her body would sway if blown by the wind, in front of the man, it was more unshakable than the stone platform beside her.

"Forget that you can't hear me now." She took the knife that had fallen to the ground, stepped on the dripping blood and walked towards the cave entrance, saying softly, "Next time, remember to kill me from the beginning, with a sharp knife, with a sharp blade."

"Instead of these words that serve no purpose other than showing off your own despicableness."

"prick--"

The silver blade pierced the darkness.

Fan Ning never turned around, only curling his lips in a contemptuous smile, "...It's a pity that you won't have a future."