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

"..."

"But they seem to be looking towards us," Ling You pointed at the disciples looking over at him. Then, remembering something, he spoke hesitantly, "If I remember correctly, the Fire Velvet Demon General is quite famous even in the world of immortal cultivation."

"And now the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm..." seems to be called "Fan Ning"?

"..."

"Ruining my reputation," Fan Ning's smiling face instantly became tense. He didn't want to be associated with such a stupid subordinate at all. He stood up immediately.

"Calm down, calm down..." Ling You hugged her waist and whispered in her ear, trying to soothe her. "Elder Qian wants to take this opportunity to build the medicine garden... How about we wait a little longer?"

Anyway, looking at them, they have already completed the association.

In other words, it's completely too late to go up any further...

Fan Ning: “…”

Fan Ning angrily broke the branch in his hand completely.

"This is indeed a shady trick used by the previous Demon Lord to discredit me... He's truly formidable! No one in this world can possibly put me in such a disadvantage..."

"No... he probably didn't mean that," Ling You tactfully shut up after being stared at by the person in front of him. He probably rarely saw her act so childishly, and after thinking about it, he actually found it a little funny. He helplessly pressed her shoulders and turned her around. "It's not that serious. In the end, everything will be written off with the death of the previous Demon Lord, right?"

Fan Ning: "...You are willing to believe me."

"How could I not believe you? You've never let me down," Ling You pulled him into his arms, chuckled, and rested his head on his shoulder. "After all, he's just a former Demon Lord."

"cough--"

Qian Jiangyue, who happened to be walking over, coughed dryly, interrupting the eye contact between the two.

"Although I don't really want to interrupt you, but—he's almost dug through the snow," Qian Jiangyue said with a thud. This was the first time he'd encountered such a situation, and he was a little surprised. "After all, we're in the Yueli Sect. If we keep doing nothing, it wouldn't look good if it got out...?"

"Isn't it time for the Demon Lord to make his appearance now?" She seemed to have heard everything the two had said before, narrowing her eyes and smiling slyly. "You need to pull these unintelligent and shameful subordinates out by the ears."

"..."

"I will do it," Fan Ning's face was gloomy, and there was a lot of murderous look in his eyes when he looked at the person below.

Ling You silently lit a candle for Huorong.

Looking at the huge number of people in the world of immortal cultivation and the world of demons combined, Huorong's way of thinking is still unique and outstanding - Ling You didn't mean to praise him.

"The body has been collected, thanks to you... This is the first time I knew that Master was lying in such a place."

Even if he had a magical weapon on him, the scene of being dug out could still be described as poignant.

But in the end, the person still died.

Qian Jiangyue's eyes were a little dull, and she looked a little sad, but after just a moment of lowering her eyes, her expression completely returned to its usual smile. "I'll leave it to you guys later. If you're lucky, you might be able to catch the lone Demon Lord... I mean the predecessor."

Fan Ning nodded without commenting.

This was a planned development. Whether the two of them went to the library or asked the old man questions... it was not the first time.

The first person to get the news was the head of Yueli Sect, and after a night, the two of them took the spies with them to find out the answer.

The corpse is not an important thing to Fan Ning, but it is obviously important to Yueli Sect and the former Demon Lord.

"I didn't expect you guys to be so cooperative," Ling You said, a little surprised. After a pause, he asked, "Aren't you afraid of any accidents?"

"How can you let a thief go for a thousand days?" Qian Jiangyue's eyes seemed to be reminiscing, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a faint smile. "My master is not a serious person. If he knew that he would be hidden like a fragile treasure after his death, he would definitely want to crawl out of the ground and tie us unworthy disciples together and scold us."

"Besides, you are my direct disciple and my master. If you don't even have this little bit of confidence, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?"

"Go ahead," Qian Jiangyue took out a green porcelain bottle from his sleeve and gently pushed the man forward. "I've done what I can do. Now it's your turn."

After all, he is an elder of the sect. If he rashly intervenes in such a dispute in the demon world, he will inevitably be criticized by some gossipy sect members who are eyeing Yueli Sect.

In the final analysis, no matter how nice the words are, the relationship between the sect and the demonic cultivators can never be close enough to be involved in such matters.

Fan Ning is no longer just a disciple on Mingyue Peak.

Qian Jiangyue looked at the backs of the two people walking away together with some melancholy. Who could have thought that these two people would come to this point?

"Did you dig anything?" Fan Ning restrained his breath and suddenly put his hand on Huo Rong's shoulder, his voice sinister. Huo Rong didn't have time to look back, as he was still thinking about the task given to him by his master. Even if a voice suddenly appeared in his ear, he just brushed it off and said impatiently, "Can't you see I'm still digging? This damn soil is so solid... My fire can't even burn through it directly."

Ling You: "...why don't you look back?"

Huo Rong rejected his kindness and sneered: "What's so good about it? Did the Demon Lord raise you guys just to make sarcastic remarks? Come and dig with me! If you can't find it——"

"That's not right..." The demon general, who was about to swear but was suddenly startled by the cold air around him, turned his head stiffly. Facing two smiling faces, he swallowed hard, "You...how could it be you?"

"Is there a second Demon Lord in this Demon Realm?" Fan Ning raised her eyebrows, grabbed the other person's collar with one hand and lifted him up forcibly. Huo Rong looked at her in surprise, and was frightened by the cold and powerful aura around her, and forgot to resist for a moment.

"It seems hanging it on the wall is not enough for you. You love digging so much... From now on, I'll set aside a place for you to dig potatoes," Fan Ning's voice came faintly, as if without emotion. "And cover it with a thick layer of snow. If you don't dig enough, tie it up with a chain and let the dog play with it."

"I see you're quite happy with it."

Huorong's eyes widened, and he was thinking of retorting, but his mouth seemed to be completely stuck by something and he couldn't open it no matter what.

That's fear.

He met his own fearful look in the clear eyes before him.

The moment this thought came into his mind, Huorong trembled subconsciously.

"Lord Demon Lord..." For the first time, he bowed his head reverently towards Fan Ning.