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

Inside the headmaster's hall, three people who heard the noise looked over at the same time.

They seemed to be discussing something. The tea on the table had not been touched, but the heat had gradually dissipated.

"Ling You," the Sword Master who was leaning next to him spoke first.

He looked at his disciple whom he had not seen for a long time and nodded slightly, his attitude not changing at all.

Ling You turned his gaze away somewhat uncomfortably. Until now, as the Demon Lord, it was already a rare opportunity for him to sit peacefully with these elders of the sects, let alone more... ?

His position did not allow him to do so, and he could not do it either.

"Who is this?" Qian Jiangyue first noticed Fan Ning standing quietly beside Ling You and looked over with interest. The moment she smiled, it was as if her heart was touched. Before she could think about it, she asked naturally, "This girl seems to be very much my type. I wonder what her relationship with Ling You is. Does she have a disciple?"

Ling You's expression paused, and his eyes showed unconcealable expectation. He seemed to be looking forward to this response more than Qian Jiangyue.

"relation……?"

"It doesn't matter now," Fan Ning smiled and responded without any stage fright, "He has his white moonlight, and I have my cinnabar mole... As for my master, I have no plans to change my master yet."

"That's a shame," Qian Jiangyue sighed, but didn't say what she regretted. Instead, she turned her gaze to the back of the Sect Leader beside her, her expression changing rapidly. "But if that's the case, she can't seem to continue listening, right? After all, what I'm going to say next is a secret of the immortal cultivation world. If outsiders hear it..."

"She's not an outsider," Ling You frowned subconsciously, reaching out to hold Fan Ning's hand again, and said in a light voice: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I won't let her out of my sight."

"..."

"That sounds really bad," Fan Ning commented rationally, "If the person standing here had a different face, I would have probably beaten him two miles away."

The smile on Ling You's face faded a little. He touched his face with a complicated expression, "...Should I be grateful for this face?"

It sounds like it's getting worse.

Noticing the gazes of others, Fan Ning felt proud instead of ashamed, "You should really thank him, otherwise... I wouldn't be here."

Qian Jiangyue showed a sour expression, but soon, as if she had found something interesting, she extended another invitation to Fan Ning: "Are you really not planning on becoming another disciple? I'm very optimistic about you taking over my mantle."

Mantle, what mantle?

Curing diseases and saving lives, or a romantic love story that cannot be written in a book?

Ling You thinks it’s not possible.

He forced himself to change the subject, "Don't you have something important to tell me? Fan Ning is one of us, there's no need to avoid her."

The headmaster seemed a little skeptical about this statement, but some things were indeed urgent. He pointed to the seat opposite and motioned Ling You to sit down and look at the information on the table first.

Ling You easily pushed Fan Ning into his position.

He himself stood there, flipping through the "natural disasters" that had caused various casualties, and his expression changed from initial calmness to solemnity.

"What's going on?" Ling You asked the person in front of him.

The headmaster looked at the various anomalies on the table and did not make any direct second response. Instead, he mentioned a prophecy.

"The Way of Heaven is declining, the last vitality has dissipated, and the world will enter eternal silence."

"I've heard of it. So it's actually true?" Ling You handed the information in his hand to Fan Ning. For some reason, although there were many outstanding cultivators in the hall, when he noticed something unusual, the first person he thought of was Fan Ning, whom he had only known for "only one day".

"It does look a bit tricky." Whether it's a sudden natural disaster or the gradual chaos in people's hearts as if they were bewitched by something... these are undoubtedly the harbingers of chaos in the world.

Fan Ning did not comment, but just looked at the people around him with a slightly cold expression, as if he wanted to hear something like an answer from them.

The leader did not let this silence continue.

"This won't work," he said. "The Way of Heaven is declining. We cultivators, blessed by the Way of Heaven, cannot stand idly by."

Ling You was a little confused: "...Can you guys find a solution?"

"No one knows what the Heaven's way is like now. Even if we want to do something, what we can do is always limited." The head of the sect found two formations from the pile of papers next to him. The annotations next to them were simple and clear. Ling You, who only knew a little about this, frowned and looked at the other two with serious eyes.

"Is this the choice you made?"

Using oneself as a sacrifice, he squeezed out everything he possessed, then used another layer of formation to induce a thunder tribulation, returning it directly to the Heavenly Dao itself.

What a crazy plan! Ling You looked at the fearless look in the man's eyes and was speechless for a moment.

Fan Ning's face showed some interest, "What if this doesn't work?"

"Everything I do is meaningless in changing the outcome, and in the end, I gain nothing except my own sacrifice..."

"This is the best method we've figured out," the Sect Master didn't ignore Fan Ning's question. He looked at her as if she were an ordinary disciple and said again, "We are nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Whether for the sake of Heaven or for the sake of our young disciples, we shouldn't just sit back and watch."

"A cultivator should shoulder his responsibilities," Qian Jiangyue said, becoming unusually serious. He added, "Even if we all die, it can be considered a final lesson for our disciples."

The Sword Master nodded, standing there like a sword about to be unsheathed.

"It's not just the three of us who will provide power to the formation... Ling You, as the Demon Lord, do you have any clues about the current situation?"

"Our Lingyou family can't participate in such activities." Knowing clearly that the people around him didn't have any useful information at all, Fan Ning smiled and looked at the gentle elders in front of him. He deliberately dragged out his tone and said, "Why doesn't anyone come to ask me?"

She has already prepared the stage and is just waiting for someone to come up and act with her.

"Don't say such things." Ling You subconsciously felt uneasy when he thought that Fan Ning might be related to such troubles. Even after he pressed the other person's head into his arms while standing, the uneasiness did not subside at all.

"I really don't know anything about what you're talking about," Ling You said, eager to take Fan Ning away. He was even more nervous as he spoke. "If there's anything I can help with, just tell me. But right now..."

He calmed himself down and said politely, "I have to take her away first."