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

After watching the equally simple apprenticeship-gift giving ceremony, Fan Ning walked back to the top of Mingyue Peak, which was temporarily deserted, in the sunset.

According to Qian Jiangyue himself, he thought he was destined to have two disciples, so he prepared three houses on the top of the mountain that occupied most of the medicinal field. Of course, Fan Ning didn't believe it.

She even reasonably suspected that Qian Jiangyue had used this excuse to deceive her senior sister whom she had never met.

[Host, can't you think of something better? ]

Fan Ning took down the wind chime hanging on the windowsill with one hand, looked at it for several times, suddenly sneered, and lay on the table with an expressionless face.

Glancing sideways, one could still see the pile of charred firewood outside, which had been used to bury the spirit chicken on the mountain last night.

Very fragrant, but hard to catch.

So Fan Ning asked the system again for the range of the spirit chicken's activities.

System: [...Host, you better calm down.]

The way she eats, even the chickens in the mountains can’t stand it!

"You need to tell those people outside this," Fan Ning sighed softly. Thinking of the last look the elders gave her, she asked the system in the same tone, "The empty peak, the absent Master... Oh, and the weak me."

"You said, if I don't suffer, who will?"

System: [Weak, are you?]

The system is obviously not trustworthy.

But it doesn’t matter, others believe it.

As dawn approached, a loud crash was heard outside.

Fan Ning, who was half dozing off, was suddenly awakened.

Before she stood up, several consecutive sounds rang out, like a stumbling TV series, ending in a short scream.

The few people who followed were stunned.

They looked at the tiny holes in the ground, a few broken ropes, and even a stone that was placed just right.

"You're here?" Fan Ning poked his head out of the window and glanced at the people following him. As if he couldn't understand the hesitation in their eyes, he explained very simply, "There's no need to look at me in surprise... After all, I'm unarmed, so I have to find a way to protect myself."

"He's still alive. These are just some stupid methods. They just used some drugs... They're not worth emulating."

After she finished speaking, she yawned again, not behaving like a monk at all, as if she would fall down if the wind blew.

But now, no one dares to underestimate her ability.

After all, the last person who looked down on her and wanted to seek revenge on her had fallen into three traps in a row. There was a weird red and white smile on his face, and his clothes were tied by thick ropes so tightly that it was unbearable to look at.

——Thanks to the herbs left by Qian Jiangyue, they worked like a ghost in Fan Ning's hands.

"How did you get him not to resist?"

At the signal of his master, Yu Changqing checked the situation and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm?" Fan Ning glanced at Yu Changqing, whose face was solemn, and snorted softly, "You think too highly of me."

"I can't do that kind of thing."

Fan Ning made a small gesture, his tone becoming increasingly cold:

"It's just a little dodging technique... After all, the demonic energy on him is as conspicuous as the light from the sky."

Yu Changqing frowned.

He wanted to ask more questions, but was stopped by the head of the sect beside him.

"Since you can protect yourself, I believe Junior Sister Qian doesn't need to worry about this anymore."

This means that I don't intend to pursue the matter now.

Fan Ning smiled with satisfaction and watched them turn and leave.

Three minutes later, he turned to look at the big tree behind the medicine field.

Ling You walked out sideways. For some reason, he looked at Fan Ning who was walking slowly towards him, and the emotion on his face faded.

“You have indeed discovered it.”

Fan Ning smiled: "It's not just me."

It was just that she was in a superior position to detect demonic energy, so she saw it faster.

Ling You arrived very early, even one step ahead of the "thug".

Or rather, he came just for that person, but whether he had doubts of his own, or simply guessed what the other person might do and wanted to catch her in the trap - there was always a hint of his only desire to help her.

"What else do you want to know?" Fan Ning asked him.

Ling You didn't say anything, but just watched everything in front of him quietly, more silent than ever.

Perhaps it was the wrong time, but after he stood in the cold wind and watched everything, he seemed to have sobered up from the alcohol.

"There's nothing I want to know."

It's just a feeling that even I can't explain clearly.

He rushed here in a hurry, but he forgot that Fan Ning was never a weak person.

On the contrary, those who can become elders have at least reached the out-of-body stage... In this situation, what's the point of him rushing here?

Fan Ning easily restrained it in place.

Those people arrived too late to notice, but he saw it all clearly.

Not only was there no trick, it was just a flash of inspiration. Fan Ning didn't even go out to check.

"Didn't you see it?" Fan Ning was a little troubled. He raised his hand and took down the wind chime hanging on the branch. A faint spiritual energy dissipated from it.

Ling You was stunned and took the piece of wind chime. "Another illusion?"

Fan Ning glanced at his balance, which had plummeted to 300 yuan, and spread his hands, "What else?"

"Do you really think I can make him fall into my trap again and again with just my mind?"

This illusion not only cleared her balance, but also required her to double her money for the next purchase.

If she doesn't get enough, she will really lose a lot.

Ling You remained silent.

Fan Ning was really happy now, "Is it because I can't do it that I disappoint you?"

She took another step forward and suddenly heard a soft cry, as if something heavy had been suddenly put down.

"I thought you would use some newer methods," Ling You pointed at the trap on the ground, as if he wanted to laugh, but forced himself to hold it back. "This kind of scene doesn't seem to suit you very well."

After getting rid of unnecessary thoughts in his mind, he felt relaxed when looking at these things.

It was as if he had really found Fan Ning, who was calculating the distance while digging the soil, rather than a stranger who was silent but unexpectedly powerful.

At least, everything before was not a scam.

"There's no other way. My spiritual veins are blocked. Even if I could heal them, the time it would take would only mean half the result with twice the effort."

Fan Ning watched Ling You hang the wind chime up again.

As the sky gradually brightened, she stood in the wind, as if everything she said was useless.

...if it was her.

Ling You was stunned, and his lowered hands unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes.

"Are you surprised?" Fan Ning studied his expression, raised the corners of her lips, and slowly held down her long hair that was flying in the wind. "But I'm actually very satisfied."

The blockage of her spiritual veins gave her excellent conditions for cultivating her innate demonic energy.

The demonic energy is sharp and chaotic, easily evoking people's deepest desires—

But to her, those were nothing more than the most insignificant vassals.

It’s just a matter of choosing a path and then walking on it without looking back.

[Heartbeat value plus fifty]

Accompanied by the electronic sound of the system, Ling You walked to her side. Not long after, the corner of his clothes was blown towards Fan Ning by the wind.

Fan Ning said meaningfully: "I really do like you."

They are easy to deceive and will even give their own explanations - this is what is meant by sending a Buddha to the west.

Ling You's face turned red, his body stiffened, but his eyes would glance at her from time to time.

But before he could think of any words to end the conversation, his eyes suddenly met those smiling eyes.

"Would you like to do me a small favor?"

Ling You: ...

The emotion that had just appeared on Ling You's face suddenly turned cold.