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

There was peace in the library.

It was several days later when the news came back that the main peak had dealt with the traitor.

Those people were surprisingly low-key. I don't know what they were worried about. They hid in the end. Except for those who paid too much attention to that incident, many people didn't know the whole story.

"Perhaps they don't want to cause panic," Ling You, who had been spending several days in the library, dusted off the shelves. He recalled the people mentioned in the rumors and matched them up in his mind. "If that's all, it wouldn't be enough to cause any serious damage."

After all, it is the undisputed number one sect, and it has a lot of foundation.

It’s a pity for those elders and disciples who were parasitized for nothing. At this point, most of them are just empty shells left.

Fan Ning looked at him and said, "After this incident, the other sects should have made some preparations. Speaking of which, it seems that Sword Master was asked to go to Qingyun Sect?"

Ling You nodded. After all, he was the first disciple accepted by the Sword Master, and he knew a thing or two about his master's movements.

After all, his master is a sword cultivator in the fusion stage, and his combat power is definitely among the best.

As for the task of finding demonic cultivators...

Ling You was at a loss for words: "I heard that Elder Qian Jiangyue finally made a pill that can dissolve demonic energy, and Qingyun Sect...directly ordered a batch."

Fan Ning, who received the message from his master at the same time, raised his eyebrows.

Qian Jiangyue really did what he said. After observing Fan Ning forcibly drawing out the demonic energy, he actually made the pill himself.

But she didn't seem like a messenger who was specifically designed to deliver information. The message that was actually delivered to Fan Ning was many times more straightforward than what Ling You heard from others.

[…Thanks to Little Ningning, the medicine I made has helped a lot of people get by on their luck. From now on, I can enjoy my wanderings for a while. Of course, I may need to deal with some subsequent troubles for my beloved disciple, but that's not important.]

——These are her exact words.

Along with the message came a bag of spirit stones, which were probably allocated from the money for the medicinal herbs, greatly enriching Fan Ning's Qiankun bag.

As for the subsequent troubles...

Fan Ning remembered the strange invitation that came the next day, and turned around and happily put it behind her.

He and Ling You casually switched to the next question.

About the "Golden Elixir Secret Realm" circulating within the sect.

Ling You: "That secret realm restricts anyone except those above the Jindan level. Even if someone enters it safely, they won't remember what happened."

Fan Ning: "You are well-informed... So, what does the sect plan to do?"

Ling You: "...I was going to practice swordplay. If you had gone out for a walk on time, you would have known everything."

He pinched his brows, turned over a page from the ancient book he had just put back, and pointed at the magic weapon on it.

"Seed?" Fan Ning stroked the image Jian had drawn, his eyes fixed on the clause that stated "can be restricted to a certain realm," and asked nonchalantly, "Could it be this thing?"

"The sect probably hopes so," Ling You stood up and glanced at the sky outside, which had suddenly brightened again. He raised his wrist, which was not tucked into his sleeve, and held up a cup of steaming tea. "This thing was found by a disciple of the Yueli Sect, but he disappeared a hundred years ago."

Another hundred years... This number seems a little too familiar.

Fan Ning looked up at him and took the cup of tea of ​​perfect temperature from his hand.

The dense aroma of tea slowly rose, and beneath a thin layer of water vapor, the dark pupils slowly curved.

"It's so perfect, it's almost like bait."

Fan Ning commented like this, but soon she stood up from the ground on her own initiative, "So, let's go there too."

Ling You, not knowing how the topic turned to this: ...

He nodded as if it was normal. "If you count the time, the last wave of disciples just set out. However, those who came back before that all returned empty-handed."

"If you want to go, you have to catch up with this wave of dispatches. It can be considered your first mission."

"Although there is no explicit ban, theoretically speaking, we are new to the sect and do not have the ability to go on sect missions alone."

Fan Ning waved her hand: "So it's only in theory."

She shook the token in her hand, and the words "Qingzhi" engraved on it sparkled in the sunlight.

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"So it's basically a case of executing first and asking for permission later..."

Ling You, who had been dragged onto the pirate ship, watched Fan Ning swipe the token all the way out of the sect and couldn't help but cover his face, "You have had this plan for a long time, right?"

"Haven't you ever thought about that?" Fan Ning looked at Ling You who followed without any resistance, without commenting.

Ling You had no way of denying it.

So, he started to change the subject as if nothing had happened, "They've already left, now...what are you looking at?"

Fan Ning's eyes fell on a carriage that was moving fast.

The carriage was running at a completely unexpected speed - it would be more accurate to say that the horse pulling the carriage was just a disguise that looked normal rather than running.

It was completely half-suspended moving forward.

"That's it!" Fan Ning looked at the direction the carriage was heading, and a genuine smile appeared on her bright face.

Ling You: “……?”

His brain was working rapidly, and by the time the pointer in his brain turned to the correct answer, time was running out.

All they could do was watch Fan Ning, like a bird that had broken free from its restraints, blocking the other person's path without any scruples.

Ling You: “!!!”

"Hey, what's going on—!" The person who noticed the situation exclaimed.

The distance between us was halfway covered in an instant.

The people in the car looked panic-stricken, but the speed of the car was completely out of his control and he fiddled with it several times without stopping.

Fan Ning was not afraid at all, he raised his hand and threw his dagger out.

Hit something with a clear purpose.

The next second, the carriage that had just been moving forward stopped in place as if its legs had been removed.

"Hey, what do you want to do? Can you afford to compensate me for delaying my trip?"

The young master who got out of the car had a shiny long sword hanging on his waist, and the scabbard was carved with gold and jade. When he drew the sword, the expression reflected on the sword was extremely terrible.

"If you're looking for death, get away from me! Don't bring bad luck to me! You..."

"Give me a ride," Fan Ning pushed his shoulder away with one hand, bent down to pick up his dagger, and as if disgusted, took out a handkerchief from his waist and wiped it again and again.

"This is the reward," she said, and then took out a few spirit stones from her Qiankun bag.

Young Master: “…”

The young master's face flushed red as he cursed: "Who do you think I am? With just these few spirit stones! And you dare to try to scam my car with just these few spirit stones! Hey, I can't get through today..."

"Just these few spirit stones?" Fan Ning laughed, then took back the few spirit stones he had taken out. "Is your life really that worthless?"

Ling You went around and placed the dagger on the young master's neck.

Young Master: “…”

The young master looked down at the hidden weapon pressing against his vitals, and after trying to hold it back, he couldn't help but said, "...It's so ugly."

Fan Ning threw the magic weapon knocked off the car body at his head with a "bang".

The young master was sweating profusely: "My baby..."

"You're just a piece of trash, you can only move forward and not stop." Fan Ning kicked the shattered "treasure" on the ground, his eyes slashing at him like knives. "You think this is a treasure, it seems you lack more than just aesthetic taste."

The young master stopped talking. He stared blankly at the wreckage in front of him, and his mind finally came to his senses.

"It turns out I can't stop. I thought I didn't know how to use it."

Fan Ning sneered coldly, "You really don't know how to use it. If you used it correctly, you would have died on the way."