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

With a "click", the scene in front of me changed slightly.

A sharp dagger fell from Fan Ning's original hiding place.

The white-clothed swordsman who was originally standing between the two men suddenly appeared three steps away from the black-clothed young man.

The system issued a sharp explosion: [No, what's going on! ]

"Just planning for a rainy day."

Fan Ning bent down to pick up the dagger, and his eyes with a faint smile fell on the young man, making the hairs all over his body stand up.

The offensive and defensive dynamics are different.

Fan Ning: "It's just a self-defense illusion. If you don't believe me, you can look behind to see if that senior brother has any wounds. But I must remind you that your act of dragging someone to block the knife is real, okay?"

"Do you think I have a backup of the illusion image in my hand?"

"This is incredible! Do you think the world of immortal cultivation actually allows someone to drag a fellow cultivator down with them?"

Fan Ning is fearless.

It would be strange if the system buff could be detected.

The black-haired boy gritted his teeth.

I clearly wanted to refute, but I had a feeling that the other person might not be lying.

really?

How could someone bring a magic weapon with illusion to the first trial?

"..."

"What do you want to do?"

After a long time, the black-haired boy sighed, and the hair floating on his forehead drooped down weakly.

"Let me make it clear first, I haven't even reached the mountain gate yet, so there's not much I can do."

Fan Ning smiled and said, "Then just carry me up."

"Take me through the first trial."

As he spoke, Fan Ning looked up.

The steps, nestled among the lush trees, stretch as far as the eye can see.

Although he had never stepped on it, Fan Ning knew that the stairs were not as simple as they looked.

At least no ordinary staircase would be surrounded by "spiritual energy".

"Just for this?"

The young man in black had a grim expression on his face. He was silent for a moment. After making sure that Fan Ning had no intention of joking at all, the expression on his face suddenly became tense.

"Even if you trade that magic weapon for it, I can find someone to carry it for you! Why bother making such threats?"

Then what was the point of him thinking so much!

"No way, it's just bad luck for you."

Fan Ning spread his hands, took two steps forward thoughtfully, and when he looked up again, he politely greeted Yu Changqing.

"Personal harm is prohibited within the trial."

Yu Changqing, who had been observing them from a distance, nodded.

"If you two fellow Taoists have no problems, please go up quickly. Time is limited."

"Time is limited—"

Fan Ning drew out his words and looked at the young man in black who had his arms folded across his chest and looked unhappy.

Smiling: "Daoyou, you..."

"Lingyou."

The young man sighed, turned his head and turned his back obediently.

Fan Ning climbed up obediently, grabbed a strand of her flying hair out of curiosity, stepped on the thread that made Ling You angry, and then lightly put down her hand.

"My name is Fan Ning, please give me your guidance."

[Host, you are truly... unique. This is the child of destiny.]

Fan Ning choked back inwardly, her expression unchanged: [How wonderful! He will definitely never forget me.]

A perfect appearance.

system:【……】

The system tore through the books in its hands: "Communicating with the Host for Three Hundred Days", "How to Correctly Create a Mary Sue", and "The Art of Language"...

In the end there was nothing to say.

【As long as you are happy...】

An expected reaction.

Fan Ning lay quietly on Ling You's back, very calm, and even started the conversation again in a natural manner.

"Does Fellow Daoist Lingyou also want to join the mountain sect?"

Ling You: “…”

if not?

Ling You: "I'm already standing here."

Why don’t you worship the mountain gate but come to worship the mountain top with others?

With a cold face, he slapped Fan Ning's restless hands down and said, "Stop talking. Meeting you is bad enough."

"Then I'll tell you some good news."

Fan Ning leaned close to his ear, breathing out warm air with unbounded leisure, "I felt a sense of familiarity the moment I saw you. I went through so much trouble to choose you."

【real or fake? 】

The system quickly reviewed the previous footage, confirming that nothing unusual was found: [Are you bluffing again?]

Fan Ning smiled but said nothing.

He stretched out his hand and casually placed it on Ling You's shoulder. Without the system noticing, his aura had already become tense.

"Aroused by sex?"

Ling You sneered, as if he was disdainful of such an excuse.

Fan Ning readily agreed: "It doesn't matter if you want to think so."

Ling You stopped talking again.

Each step up the stairs became heavier.

"Will the trial steps be foggy?"

Suddenly, Fan Ning asked.

[The first trial is just a matter of climbing the stairs.] The system answered her while flipping through the information.

"...something's wrong."

Ling You, who also noticed the abnormality, stopped.

In almost an instant, the long staircase in front of me was swallowed up by white mist that came out from nowhere, and gradually, I could no longer feel the ground under my feet.

[Detected that the host is being teleported...? ]

The system was stunned and continued to monitor the surrounding white fog in confusion, but unexpectedly discovered something wrong on the ground.

[How can there be a teleportation array for such a small trial?! ]

“It looks like something went wrong.”

After confirming the crux of the matter, Fan Ning tightened his hands.

"Do not move."

Ling You realized the seriousness of the situation and stopped his hand that was about to throw the hidden weapon.

Until the white mist dissipates.

A completely unfamiliar path emerged. The tree trunk beside me was chopped off head-on by something, and bloody liquid was oozing down from the place where the bark was lost.

Fanning stepped on the ground,

Her head felt dizzy as the white mist changed, but it did not affect her movements.

“There’s never been a situation like this before.”

Ling You, who was sitting on the ground to recover his spirit, suddenly spoke.

"It's a teleportation array. Obviously, it has nothing to do with the trial." Fan Ning accepted the answer given by the system and looked around.

I don’t know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate, although this place doesn’t look ordinary at first glance, there is no sign of human life where they landed.

"Something is coming," Ling You stood up vigilantly, took out a scimitar from his waist, but did not throw it out immediately. Instead, he took two steps back.

"There's more than one."

Fan Ning occupied the other side's vision and made a judgment, "That ominous aura is getting closer and closer to us."

She mentally questioned the system: [This doesn't seem like something a novice host should be dealing with. Is this a system error? Was it intentional?]

"No? I've checked it out, and the sect's recruitment is clearly the safest and most suitable place to start!"

The system was extremely anxious: [Logically speaking, this problem can be solved with the host's own abilities.]

[Own abilities?]

Fan Ning found the key point.

She paused, squinting at the ominous black mist-like object clinging to a distant tree trunk and gradually eroding it, and felt a sense of difficulty that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Ling You also noticed this and made a quick decision, "You take charge of the left side, I'll take charge of the right side. Let's make this a quick and decisive battle!"

There's obviously more black fog on the right than on the left, but even so...

"no!"

Fan Ning's face turned serious, and as he spoke, he reached for the small knife at Ling You's waist and threw it out.

Right in the center of the black fog.

But soon, the mist seemed to have eyes, dispersing at the wound and reuniting after a while.

Ling You's expression was solemn.

"No, the spiritual energy on the knife... disappeared?"