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

"Fan Ning, I'm giving you a chance to choose..."

In a split second, the fog gathered and dispersed.

Jian Zun acted quickly to protect his master's body, but unexpectedly, Ling You became a hostage in the hands of the other party.

Fan Ning didn't show any panic. He glanced at Ling You, who seemed a little helpless, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"You did find my weakness, but if you're looking to trade for that body, then you've probably kidnapped the wrong person."

Fan Ning spread his hands, his expression particularly "vulnerable": "To bring down everyone present for one person... is that something someone like me would do?"

The dictation disciples who had the honor of hearing about Fan Ning's battle record hesitated suspiciously.

This... doesn't it have a history?

"Fan Ning, stop teasing them," Ling You said, as if he wasn't the captured hostage. He even calmly dealt with the chaos before him. "Even though I'm about to die, it doesn't matter. I don't blame you at all."

Fan Ning seemed unhappy and took a small step forward. "Do I have to die? But I haven't had enough fun yet."

Ling You: "What are you talking about..."

He smiled and focused his eyes on Fan Ning, not caring at all about his life being controlled by others.

"Aren't you living well even without me?"

Fan Ning frowned slightly, as if it were a matter of course, "Of course I will always be fine, but you are different, you are different from everyone else."

"If you die, I will never forget it in my life."

"so--"

"I will gather your scattered soul together," she said, extending her hand and making a grasping gesture, "and I won't let you become a wandering ghost."

"..."

The disciples who heard these words were amazed.

Jian Zun wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he was stopped by Ling You's look.

The former Demon Lord is not a simple character who can only eat and drink. Similarly, it is difficult to give a second answer in the current situation.

If this Demon Lord finally gets what he has been so obsessed with, will he do anything good for the world of immortal cultivation? Obviously, it is impossible.

"You can go with peace of mind," Jian Zun said with a serious expression, pausing for a moment before saying, "Fan Ning... will give you hope for a new life."

The former Demon Lord who watched from beginning to end but never got a word in: ...

Did Ling You really have to die? He wouldn't even listen to the conditions he offered?

After the former Demon Lord opened his mouth and was interrupted unconsciously again, he finally couldn't help laughing in anger.

"I really feel sorry for my foolish brother," he said, looking at Fan Ning, "He is so devoted to you, but you only want him dead."

"That's not right. Aren't you the one who wants him dead?" Fan Ning opened his eyes, politely pointed to his hand on Ling You's vitals, and said sincerely, "Before you say that, you'd better check where your hand is."

Former Demon Lord: "..."

After realizing that the person in front of him was completely solid, he closed his eyes and finally gave up the meaningless greetings.

"You really don't want to listen to my conditions?"

Fan Ning simply shook his head and said, "I've already thought of a way to gather souls. Speaking of which, having a ghost companion is actually quite interesting..."

Former Demon Lord: "You are truly the most cold-blooded and ruthless person I have ever met."

Fan Ning curled his eyes, as if completely withdrawing himself from the tense atmosphere, and sighed with the tone of someone who had experienced it, "It can't be helped. The soft-hearted lose first."

"..."

The former Demon Lord looked at Ling You who was in his grip, and wanted to find some traces of pain and struggle in the other's eyes, but there was nothing, nothing was found.

His eyes remained calm throughout. Even when he heard the words of giving up on him, he still smiled foolishly with his eyes curved as if he had heard a "hello".

Former Demon Lord: “…………”

He looked here and there, and a suffocating silence brewed in between.

"I don't want that body," the former Demon Lord said expressionlessly, even the threat he expected seemed dull. "I want the secret he holds."

"Isn't that something you can decide? As someone who has absorbed the entire seal of the Abyss."

These words were much more lethal than the previous ones. The Sword Master, who had come into close contact with the abyss, almost instantly realized what these meant. His sword-like eyes looked sharply at Fan Ning who was standing on the edge.

"Although I didn't expect to be able to hide it from you, it seems that you found out a little too quickly. Were you betrayed?"

Fan Ning didn't respond to Jian Zun's gaze. She simply walked slowly towards the accuser, her voice as erratic as if floating on clouds. "May I ask who was so kind as to point out a clear path for the former Demon Lord?"

"How ridiculous! Can you become so sharp in an instant when your interests are touched a little bit?" The former Demon Lord looked at Fan Ning, who had no sense of denial at all, and felt both happy and relieved of revenge.

He laughed, looking at the monks across from him who had already begun to be on guard, and deliberately raised his voice and asked, "A body that can merge with the abyss... guess, if something else is released, will these people still stand by you like they do now?"

"Come here, Fan Ning," the former Demon Lord said with a smug expression. After finally gaining the upper hand, he looked down upon Fan Ning as if he were his own ignorant junior. "You are destined to stand by my side. Apart from me, no one can tolerate your abilities."

"You are so bold," Fan Ning sighed. At this time, he did not insist on asking the person behind him for an answer.

That's unnecessary.

Just like the Demon Lord knew what kind of things must be studied secretly to avoid accidents, Fan Ning also knew very clearly what she would experience if those seemingly true news were to spread.

Perhaps there will never be peace again.

Many thoughts flashed through Fan Ning's mind in an instant, but in the end, only a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You chose the best topic," she said appreciatively, but her eyes were cold. "Okay, now we can sit down and have a good chat."

“Fan Ning——!”

Someone's voice behind me was sharp and noisy.

But Fan Ning simply listened to it, and then walked into the fog without any resistance.

At the same time, Ling You was pushed back to a safe area by a pair of hands.

His eyes were dark and unclear. When the disciples around him saw this, the words they wanted to ask him disappeared in their throats.

...Junior Brother Ling You looked sad enough.

It must be a very painful experience to be controlled and threatened by someone you love.

Everyone thought so and waited quietly.

Then--

A somewhat relaxed voice sounded in my ears.

"The show is finally over... Do you have any questions?"