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

Fan Ning has never been good at giving people the opportunity to refuse.

Even when she said the word "help", she remained calm, as calm as if she was the one holding the bargaining chips and waiting for the price.

"Maybe, after doing this favor, you'll have unexpected gains, such as—"

"You don't need to worry about the pursuit that your brothers might bring."

Ling You's expression suddenly changed. "Do you know what you are saying?"

"I thought you knew where I came from."

Fan Ning did not comment.

Perhaps because she had done enough things that could be called absurd, Ling You calmed down first.

He pulled a handful of branches from the tree, lowered his eyes and pried them apart, his voice becoming much duller. "You don't need to do anything for me."

After saying this, Ling You felt that his words were not clear enough, and he threw the branches and leaves to the ground in annoyance. "I thought we were good friends. I will help you with a small matter."

"What if it's not a small matter?"

Fan Ning was silent for a moment, looked at him calmly, and added crisply: "Besides, I'm not doing this for you."

Ling You obviously didn't believe it, but he still asked back, "Is there any reason to refuse the help you offered?"

"Of course," Fan Ning spread his hands and smiled brightly, "No."

System: [Then why did you go through so much trouble to come here, host——!]

"It's just a necessary process," Fan Ning didn't feel the slightest bit condemned. He answered it again in his heart, "If Ling You doesn't step down from that position of thorn in my side, how can I take over?"

[With a ready-made shortcut right in front of me, it's really hard for me to convince myself to give it up.]

system:【……】

The system looked at the heartbeat value that rose again by 50, and for the first time felt that this was cruel.

Especially when it saw the trace of surprise that gradually flashed across the other party's face after he accepted Fan Ning's arrangement, it felt a slight pain in its non-existent conscience.

Fan Ning, however, remained calm: [It was just a simple exchange of benefits, he didn't suffer any loss.]

After giving the system a runaround, Fan Ning kept Ling You, who wanted to go back, and casually said, "Just stay here. They'll come looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Ling You pointed at himself.

"Looking for me," Fan Ning said with a look of disgust, yawning in the direction of the main peak, "This really seems to be going on forever."

Ling You: “…”

Didn’t you find all of this?

Looking at the person in front of him who didn't care about his ideas, Ling You, who had just entered the sect, felt deeply tired.

However, he once again obeyed Fan Ning.

It's just that those people came a little slower than they expected, and when they appeared, they were already asleep on the top of the mountain, leaning against each other.

Fan Ning always follows the desires of his body and doesn't really act like a cultivator.

And Ling You... was simply infected by the relaxed state of the people around him.

"You two, the Sect Master invites you."

The senior brother who rushed over to call for help was shocked by the peaceful scene before he even landed.

All the words in my head died in the womb.

"Fan Ning, wake up." Ling You, who was the first to be awakened, was a little surprised that he actually fell asleep, but soon, he gently pushed the person leaning on him, "Someone is coming."

Fan Ning didn't say anything, but just opened his eyes quietly.

Ling You realized something, covered her mouth with his hand, and readily agreed to her increasingly gentle request.

It was called a request, but once one actually entered the main peak's palace gate, one was faced with an attitude similar to that of a trial by three judges.

Fan Ning pushed the door open and stood calmly in the middle.

"It seems that someone said something unnecessary?"

The elder sitting at the far side puffed his beard and glared, "Fan Ning, is this how you treat us? Do you know what we found out during the interrogation?"

"You're saying I'm colluding with him, that all my judgments are fabricated, or that I'm a demonic cultivator?" Fan Ning rubbed his ears and continued nonchalantly, "You're not really believing that, are you? You'd rather be deceived than believe I'm just a pitiful, helpless, and weak, kind-hearted person?"

The headmaster coughed and said, "Fan Ning, your method of identifying demonic energy is indeed rare, but that's not why we asked you to come here."

He glanced at Fan Ning, who looked indifferent, then turned around and grabbed another person who had also rushed over.

"Ling You, you are the disciple personally accepted by the Sword Master. Now the demon cultivators who have infiltrated the sect have identified you as a demon cultivator as well... I wonder if you have anything to say?"

"—including colluding with Fan Ning to make her make false judgments, intending to cause chaos in the sect."

"Me?" Ling You's hands dangling at his sides tightened for a moment, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, his face became blank. "Together with Fan Ning, are you really talking about me?"

How could he have the ability to control Fan Ning?

Fan Ning was so angry that he laughed!

"Acknowledge him? Do you think I'm the one being manipulated and can't show up?"

Fan Ning pulled Ling You over and said coldly, "You dare to make up such a story? I guess you must have evidence, right? I want to see what the evidence is."

"No, it's not that serious," Ling You said helplessly, trying to persuade, "It's just that we might have a little misunderstanding..."

Fan Ning looked even angrier.

"Today it's still a misunderstanding, tomorrow it's a den of snakes and rats, and the day after tomorrow they will be completely labeled as accomplices, and in a lower position at that!"

"I want to see him now!"

Ling You looked at the leader above him helplessly.

The headmaster looked at them, his expression once again filled with a troubled expression. Whether it was a warning or a simple reminder, he added, "That's how it should be. He also insisted on seeing you, saying he could draw out the demonic energy from you."

"Do you believe it?" Fan Ning asked him back.

The headmaster didn't answer, whether out of consideration or because he had his own plans, but he calmly continued the process.

Not long after, several serious-looking disciples came to the door carrying something tied up in the shape of a human silkworm pupa.

"The Immortal Binding Rope," Ling You, barely able to recognize the rope's true form, explained in a low voice, "Now he can't attack or hurt anyone else."

Fan Ning sneered and didn't comment on it.

"Use whatever skills you have. I also want to deal with some residual problems."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately squatted down and slowly untied the immortal rope as if she was untying a ball of prey. Her fingertips kept rubbing against the vital parts, causing the old man who was staring at her angrily to shudder several times.

But you can't blame him.

Ling You, who watched all of Fan Ning's actions from the side, also subconsciously looked tense.

Although she looked normal, and even had a bit more fake gentleness than usual - but the last time she showed this expression, she turned around and confronted the Demon King!

Ling You felt that he was not good enough.

But the bound elders obviously didn't think so.

He is used to being in a superior position, and even now as a prisoner, he still thinks that he can easily drag others into trouble with his power of speech.

——They should kneel on the ground and beg for justice, and even say a lot of nice words to get out of it.

This is what the elder thought.

Fan Ning untied the rope that bound his mouth, and when he calmed down and was about to speak, she slapped him mercilessly.

You can hear the needle drop on site.

Even the other elders who had been frowning suddenly showed an expression of wanting to stop it.

"You'd better save your energy now," Fan Ning tied the rope back on as it was, letting him struggle, holding him down firmly. "If you can still say something I don't want to hear, I don't mind dealing with the excess."

"Fan Ning!" The sect leader finally stopped her, "Are you trying to threaten him in public?"

Fan Ning chuckled: "It's because we're in public that we can do this, right?"

"I have a very bad temper," she pressed the corners of her mouth, moved her hand, and the elder who was tied up next to her and trying to keep a straight face suddenly twisted.

"I also hope that the elder can say something."