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

Fan Ning stood at the edge of the cave and looked back at the spikes hanging from the ceiling, as if they were just an ordinary decoration, not another barrier trapping her there.

"It's a bit troublesome," she murmured softly, and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she turned around and found a piece of paper with a lot of words written on it from the dead person - she slowly added a small line of words on it and changed a few characters.

"Just think of it as a going-away gift."

The expression on Fan Ning's face remained stable. Even though the wounds had tortured her body to pieces, they could not shake the tenacity in her eyes in the slightest.

Those injuries and the traces of embarrassment that caused her were just traces. As long as she could stand up, they would fade away like the tide.

Ling You followed her through the vines. A quarter of an hour after they left, the first accomplice who discovered the sudden change picked up the tampered paper.

All three of them died in that small cave.

No one knew what happened to them.

Fan Ning randomly found some herbs to stop the bleeding and quickly left that dangerous place.

She had nowhere to go, so she walked among the sparsely populated woods. When she was thirsty, she found a clean mountain spring, and when she was hungry, she dug some wild vegetables and fruits.

Ling You watched her reduce her appetite to an indescribable level. She had just begun to understand the demonic energy and was weak and powerless due to her injuries. She had not even learned how to practice fasting.

Along the way, it was very difficult just to survive.

Ling You thought about what kind of mood she would be in, whether it was the sadness of being abandoned by her father or the panic of escaping death... There was nothing on her face.

Fan Ning stood alone on the top of the highest mountain, sitting cross-legged. Everything in front of her seemed extremely small, but she knew what that place, which looked like a cloud in the sky, was.

She sat there and looked for a long time, as if saying goodbye, or as if venting all her emotions silently. But no matter what it was, it eventually turned into a wisp of wind and slipped away from her fingertips.

All the emotions Ling You could imagine did not appear on her face.

Those eyes, as clear as water, only shook slightly, without any pain or resentment in them.

...It's so different from Fan Ning, who is always full of bad taste.

"...Fan Ning," Ling You sat down beside her. Knowing clearly that this person would never hear what he said, he spoke softly, as if all the energy had been released: "You will definitely get what you want."

"As expected, I still like your future self..." He muttered softly, his cheeks getting hot, "I just can't help but like you."

The moment she finished speaking, the wind blew up her long hair, and as if in response, it blew up the hem of her torn skirt.

Fan Ning raised her hand and gently wiped away the bloodstains on her face. The rising sunlight fell on her eyebrows and eyes, stunning as if she were a pure god.

Ling You was a little stunned.

He thought he might have been bewitched, otherwise, why would his heart start beating uncontrollably just by turning around?

After going down the mountain, Fan Ning went straight to a place completely opposite to where he came from.

Ling You clearly felt that time around him began to flow faster. He was like a silent ghost behind her, watching her fall, then watching her get up, watching her go into extremely dangerous places, and then watching her climb up on the debris on the ground like a hawk that would always soar with its wings spread.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter... the time in between seemed to be stolen by something. In a moment, Ling You was back to the top of the mountain again.

Fan Ning had changed her clothes a long time ago. The patterns on them were complicated but simple and capable.

She stood in the passing wind, with a silent stone tablet in front of her, without a name written on it.

"Since you gave me a life, I'll bury you here," Fan Ning said with a mocking smile. He leaned over and fiddled with the gravel without a trace of respect. "Although you have tried to take back this life more than once, I am not an emotionless villain after all."

"...You will forever watch over the sect that you hold so dear to your heart. Apart from that, you have nothing else."

"..."

Her voice became lower and lower, and was finally completely swallowed up by the wind.

Ling You realized that he was about to leave.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. As if it was destined, Fan Ning turned sideways and looked at him with her eyes filled with tiny glimmers of light.

This was the last scene Ling You saw before his figure disappeared.

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"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fan Ning's voice awakened Ling You from his trance.

"Are you angry?"

She pulled Ling You's cheek flesh, which still looked so loose, not at all like he was standing in the center of the abyss.

When Ling You saw her like this, the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed, and there was even a hint of soft relief on his face that he didn't have time to hide.

"you……"

"Hush," Fan Ning's smile gradually faded. She seemed to have noticed something subtle. She slowly placed a finger across his mouth, thinking, "You suddenly look so sticky..."

Sure enough, something unexpected happened, right?

After all, within the abyss, it is also under the feet of the rules of heaven... It is a place where miracles can happen.

"You saw me...right?"

Ling You was startled and subconsciously tried to cover up, but before he could open his mouth, a hand pinched his mouth.

"It seems there are still some inconsistencies... So, it's my past self, right?" Fan Ning guessed with certainty. In the other person's gradually blank eyes, he let go and pecked the dry lips lightly.

"Then you must have seen my miserable appearance," Fan Ning complained softly, and casually suppressed the bloody smell in his mouth.

"You are injured...is it serious?" After a brief panic, Ling You was finally awakened by the smell in front of him. When Fan Ning got closer, he clearly felt the smell of blood.

Ling You, who didn't want to see Fan Ning associated with this word at all, was extremely panicked.

"It's just a minor injury," Fan Ning was very calm, his lips moving in and out as he leaned close to Ling You's ear as if nothing had happened. "But you, what did you see? You look so distracted."

Ling You was helpless, "...It's not okay to change the subject like this."

Fan Ning: "A wise person should learn to accept whitewashing."

"But you can't," Ling You refuted her seriously, almost insisting on each word, "I should be a little different from you."

He didn't want to gloss over the truth and swallow the pain...

"I can't help you anymore. If this last bit doesn't help..."

"Who said you can't help?" Fan Ning interrupted his somewhat depressed words and raised an eyebrow, saying, "You have been of great help this time."