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

The next day, two people who didn't look like they were going to participate in the competition appeared on the trial stage.

Ling You really wanted to refuse Fan Ning's request.

But for some reason he couldn't say, he still held back the words on the tip of his tongue, and even allowed Fan Ning to occupy the seat closest to him with snacks that he got from somewhere.

Theoretically, monks have long been practicing fasting and do not need to eat every day. Some who do not want to be contaminated by worldly desires even use pills to satisfy occasional cravings.

But Fan Ning was obviously not among these people.

She was wearing a well-fitting and beautiful dress, holding a cup of drink of unknown ingredients in one hand and several skewers of meat that looked crispy and delicious in the other.

She attracted a lot of strange looks along the way, and even some bigwigs sitting high in the stands couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Ling You's initial anticipation faded in an instant: "Fan Ning, do you want to look around?"

When can she keep a low profile for once? This is not a place to watch a show!

I don't have a good reputation to begin with, and if this continues, I'll just have to beat up even more troublemakers!

Fan Ning obediently glanced at the weapon refiners sitting around him.

The closest senior sister rubbed her hands together and said, "Junior sister, your weapon... smells so good. No, I want to ask if there's anything else delicious about it..."

"Try it," Fan Ning said compassionately as he stuffed a skewer of barbecue into her hand. "I just caught it on the hill behind us last night. It smells delicious."

The senior sister took a bite and tears welled up in her eyes: "Mmm, it's delicious. Every day I have to face a pile of inedible meat and listen to people's lectures... Junior sister's cooking skills are really good."

"I haven't eaten anything this delicious since I joined the sect."

Don't make the sect sound like some bitter cold place...

The senior brother, who hadn't satisfied his oral desire for a long time, swallowed his saliva and said, "Junior sister, that..."

"No, no, I refuse."

Fan Ning turned his head back and looked up at Ling You on the stage, who was going through five levels and killing six generals. He yawned lazily, "How can I make a name for myself if I keep going like this? I'm too weak."

She opened her mouth and bit off the last piece of meat, puffing her cheeks. "I remember yesterday's winner could challenge at any time, right? Why don't I see any familiar faces?"

"This is so boring..."

"Junior Sister Fan Ning?" After hearing all the complaints, the senior sister watched Fan Ning stand up, feeling nervous. "What are you going to do?"

Fan Ning crushed the wooden skewer in his hand, silently looked at the ending of another mausoleum tour, and then turned to face the crowd.

And accurately found the group of people who had surrounded him.

"Are you all hiding? You cowards."

"Hey, whose disciple is that..."

The elder in the stands was afraid that something might happen and wanted to stop it, but the next second, his raised hand was pressed down by the head of the sect next to him.

"That's Junior Sister Qian Jiangyue's disciple," the Sect Leader said calmly, looking at the Sword Master who slowly closed his eyes. "Trust her."

Fan Ning, who was able to emerge fully loaded from the Abyss of Monsters, was definitely not the kind of person who would stir up chaos just for a momentary rage.

If the two words of pressure before could have broken her heart, Qian Jiangyue would not have been attracted to her and taken the initiative.

In the stands, Fan Ning had already accurately locked onto the person.

She didn't move, but just curved her eyes, like a handful of cool snow in the sun. Although her face was gentle, she made the person being stared at break out in a cold sweat.

There's no way... She really needs a more proactive tool to serve as a control group.

Moreover, this person...even if mixed in with a group of monks, he is too conspicuous.

Fan Ning pinched his chin, and soon he saw the glimmer of light in the man's eyes again.

It was so faint that the familiar scent only lasted for a brief second.

If it wasn't for the precise match, she would have overlooked it.

"You guys are going too far!"

The person who vaguely realized that he had become the center of attention finally couldn't hold it anymore.

He had nowhere to retreat. Even if he just stood there, the voices of people talking around him drowned out his voice like a tsunami.

Yesterday's conflict was spread widely in private, and those who came out of the Monster Abyss were adding fuel to the fire... Gradually, all the sounds in my ears disappeared.

"I want to defeat you. I can't lose."

Ling You stopped wiping the tip of the knife.

He looked up at the man who was trying to convince himself and then walked onto the stage, and couldn't help laughing.

"You seem to be someone's lackey? You're trying to squeeze me, or prove something..." He deliberately slowed down his tone, his expression cold. "Don't you have any ideas of your own?"

"Even though I'm still so weak after thinking about it, at least I died a worthy death."

Ling You believed that he had not done anything excessive from beginning to end.

The result is just like now. Although it was Fan Ning who provoked him, the hatred still fell on him smoothly.

"Isn't this exactly what Fan Ning said?" He curled his lips, and after just a few words, the face of the person opposite him began to turn red.

"People like you, how could people like you know my pain? That kind of trash is not worth following me at all, but I can't help it, I can't help it!"

"I don't have a good family background... I even begged for a suitable weapon... What's so special about him being capable? He's just receiving a favor from his sister!"

"Click."

The monk who was being helped along by the crowd dropped his knife.

There was silence in the stands as everyone silently stared at the two people at the center of the incident. Even the elders sitting in the highest seats couldn't help but frown.

"Have you said enough?" The expression on Ling You's face completely faded.

He only said a few words, but the man looked like he had found someone to pour out his grievances to, with a hideous look on his face and tears streaming down his face.

He is about to officially enter the sect, but he is still so fragile inside. He can even take the initiative to pass on the blame to others without anyone asking him any questions.

Ling You really couldn't understand how such a person could get to this point.

...And given the current situation, even if this person is lucky enough to tie with him, no elder would be willing to accept him as a disciple.

It's simply a blatant joke.

Ling You gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, many thoughts flashing through his mind, but in fact, only a few minutes had passed since everything happened.

"How long are you going to dwell on your emotions?"

Ling You tutted his words and met those paranoid eyes. After a few glances, he felt something was amiss: "If you can't let it go, why don't you return what others have given you and then beat him up to settle the score?"

"Is this something difficult?"

There was silence.

At this time, even the people below could see that something was wrong, and Fan Ning even sneered.

"That's it—there's definitely some added value to the memories, but marrying the princess and getting the benefits and still wanting fame and fortune... that's not going to happen."

Ling You's face turned pale: "You should try to find a better way to put it next time."

He really couldn't imagine the big, strong man as a princess... Even if he just thought about it in his mind, it was like being hit on the head by a jar of over-pickled sauerkraut.

"Lingyou!"

The monk opposite him flushed red in the face, and his rebuttals seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You gifted people don't understand my pain at all..."