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

"Just appear as the Demon Lord's wife," Fan Ning nonchalantly put a hat on someone, with a faint smile on her face. Looking closely, she looked a bit like a sated fox.

Ling You felt that she had most likely chosen the world of cultivation for this very reason—even if it wasn't the absolute reason, it was largely due to this.

Fan Ning is always like this. When he is happy, he doesn't care about other people's lives, and he has no idea how to be low-key.

"It has to be Madam..." Ling You tried to save his reputation, which might have been ruined long ago, and gently dissuaded him, "There are obviously other ways..."

"You look very dissatisfied." Fan Ning suddenly straightened his expression and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "How long has it been since then, and you're already thinking about usurping my throne?"

His eyes became completely sharp.

Ling You felt a bit of a headache. Even though he knew that the attitude of the person in front of him was probably fake, he still couldn't treat it as normal.

——Fan Ning doesn’t have much in her hands, so it’s better not to make her unhappy anymore.

Ling You thought about it and convinced himself skillfully.

"Just call her Madam... I have no objection," he agreed reluctantly but with an indulgent expression.

He had no idea what abyss he had stepped into.

The next day.

Just as some sunlight appeared in the demon world covered by snow, Ling You saw a carriage with a strong purpose.

It is not appropriate to call it a carriage. It is completely the result of someone's bad taste after reading a storybook... The most common carriage in the folk was chosen, but it is only similar in appearance.

Once the curtain is opened, there is another world inside.

"You two, it's my turn next," Jiang Xue said, stepping onto the snow in a red brocade dress. Large clusters of golden petals on her cuffs bloomed dazzlingly, and the gentleness in her eyes was also very bold and bright. "Escorting the Demon Lord and his wife back to the Xiuxian Realm to visit their relatives... This is a good job."

"Have I become the right-hand man of the Demon Lord?"

He looked at Fan Ning with a smile, but his eyes could not hide his loneliness. He knew from the beginning that it was impossible, but when this day finally came, he still could not hide the regret in his heart.

How can I not feel regretful... You won't meet such a good person many times in your lifetime.

"Let's go," Ling You frowned when he noticed the other person's gaze. He turned sideways and took Fan Ning's hand and walked into the carriage, blocking Jiang Xue's sight both openly and secretly.

"You don't have to be so wary of me all the time..." Jiang Xue looked at the two people's backs disappearing behind the curtain of the car, feeling somewhat helpless. She sighed softly, "You're too stingy not even letting people take a look at you."

He pulled up the reins, which had no practical use. When his cuffs were blown open by the wind, the chain in his hand made a small sound.

"I almost forgot about you," Jiangxue turned around and looked at Huorong, who stood at the farthest point trying to break free from his chains with an unhappy look on his face. She gave him a rare kind word of advice: "A wise bird chooses its own tree to roost in... What good is it for you to always be so stubborn?"

Huorong looked into his eyes without saying anything for a long time. When Jiangxue was about to drag the man up violently, she heard a rough rebuttal.

"Who are you calling a beast?!"

Bound by chains, with her demonic energy sealed to almost nothing, Tinder yelled, "I'm not like you, a weak woman with no ability. Why do you think you can stand above me? Pah, I think you are the same - huh? "

"Uuuuuuu..."

"Alas, you're not happy about being dealt with again," Jiang Xue looked at the hand that had retracted behind the curtain, yanked the chain on it unhappily, and sneered, "You really think I want to take a fool like you with me... If Yu Li hadn't caught me, you should have been hanging on the wall."

"..."

Huorong's eyes were as big as copper bells.

After being forced to shut his mouth, his rough face actually revealed a bit of frustration, dullness and stupidity.

But it's too late.

The carriage carrying the four people left the Demon Realm smoothly. Before leaving, Fan Ning greeted the woman in the fog. After hearing what had happened, the other party's expression was extremely wonderful.

Especially after hearing about the grand ceremony they are about to hold.

"You, ah...you, forget it," she tapped the pipe in her hand to suit the occasion. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end it all turned into a sigh.

"Even though he was married off, at least he has found a home. If Yunniang is still alive, she would be happy too..."

The farewell was muffled, and it wasn't until the carriage had left for quite some time that Ling You finally seemed to react and muttered, "Why do you act as if everything is fine as long as the result is correct..."

Whether it's getting married or getting married, sending it away will put your mind at ease?

"But you have good taste," Fan Ning praised himself without hesitation, pressing the man against the carriage wall, with an attitude of forcing himself on her, "There's nothing to be dissatisfied with."

"..."

Ling You was silent for a moment. Just when Fan Ning thought he was going to change the subject again, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Yes."

"...That's the obvious thing."

Fan Ning was a little surprised, but soon kissed his face happily.

Ling You was at a loss again, and the blush on his face lingered for a long time even after he got off the carriage.

"Ahem," Qian Jiangyue, who had heard the whistle earlier and came to pick someone up, coughed lightly. After noticing the cunning look on Fan Ning's face, he pointed at the cold and expressionless Sword Master beside him, "There's someone else here."

"To disrespect his disciple in front of his master is not what a dignified Demon Lord should do."

Fan Ning nodded, and said with a drawn-out smile, "It's not frivolous since they both love each other."

"Ling You," Rong Zhao's gaze slowly fell on the somewhat awkward figure behind her, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, a fleeting smile, "You seem to be doing well."

Qian Jiangyue chimed in, deliberately teasing, "Don't be fooled by his tough words. He's actually been arguing with those talkative cultivators quite a bit these days...if unilateral threats count."

Ling You looked at the expressionless Sword Master. Seeing that he still had the same attitude and didn't seem to have anything to explain, he was speechless for a moment and his voice became weaker.

"I didn't expect... that you still considered me a disciple."

"Why not?" Sword Master frowned and said bluntly, "It's not easy to accept a disciple who can close his eyes. You haven't done anything against the will of heaven or morality."

Ling You: "But my identity..."

"A cultivator doesn't ask where he comes from," Sword Master retorted coldly, adding, "As long as you are still willing to call me Master, I will not expel you from the sect."

"..."

Ling You did not answer immediately, but looked into Jian Zun's eyes with silent eyes.

Then he spoke, and his voice seemed to float down from the clouds.

"...Master."