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

"you mean……?"

Ling You paused, then irresponsibly speculated, "Could it be that Yu Changqing instructed them in advance?"

"And what about that magic weapon that can grant so many wishes? There's no record of such a magic weapon here at all."

"It's just a dying fantasy, I guess," Fan Ning glanced at the villagers stumbling to their feet on the ground and casually threatened Ling You, "Who knows, maybe none of the people who show up these days are alive."

"That was to be expected, but your casual statement of a fellow disciple's death is definitely unacceptable... He wasn't killed, but the explanation was given."

Ling You complained: "Couldn't you have told me in advance before you did this kind of thing of taking the blame?"

"Tell you, then what?"

"Then I must run far ahead of time."

"So that's what you think," Fan Ning hooked her fingertips with a smile. Although Ling You, who was standing beside her, didn't understand what she was trying to do, he leaned towards her honestly.

Bending down, the two strands of hair belonging to the two masters were tangled together briefly. Fan Ning simply hooked her arm around his neck, put her elbow on his shoulder, and pointed forward, "Look, here it comes."

"Do I count as notifying you in advance this time?"

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Ling You looked at the monks from other sects who rushed in aggressively from outside the arena. He exchanged glances with Fan Ning for a moment and suddenly became alert. "You didn't kill anyone, did you? Are those monks still alive?"

"Alive," Fan Ning retracted his hand, crossed his legs and sat in the center of everyone's sight, looking down coldly at the monks who had come. He pulled Ling You's sleeve and said sarcastically, "But not everyone is willing to respect their savior."

"What savior?"

More than a dozen monks hurried and finally arrived at Fan Ning's current location.

They tried to help up the other monks who had fallen to the ground, but were stopped by the villagers once, twice, three times... Fan Ning was yawning while watching from above, and finally someone couldn't help but speak first.

"Don't fight, we all know it, we are here to save you!"

The energetic young monk frowned, as if suppressing his irritability, and gave the villagers a forced smile. "This is a disaster caused by the monks. We will come to recover the magic weapon... We received your request for help. You did well."

"Huh?" Fan Ning, who was sitting on everyone's head, let out a short cry of confusion.

Ling You, who had pieced together some of the information, finally looked at the person who spoke. After meeting those unfriendly eyes, he suddenly felt that Fan Ning was sometimes quite pleasing to the eye.

"What are you talking about?" Ling You squatted on the high platform, his tone still retaining basic politeness.

He thought he was being considerate, but the scene looked completely different to others.

The ground was filled with villagers who had been fooled and fallen, and fellow Taoists who were also lying on the ground unconscious - but the two people standing on the stage in front of him were out of tune with this scene, especially those eyes with colorful glare. Although it was unknown what kind of magic they relied on, they did not look like normal products at all.

Especially this condescending statement - it's as if they will be killed if they don't get a satisfactory answer.

The monks who stood up were all nervous.

"..." The cultivator who had just spoken paused suspiciously before slowly mentioning two names, "Are you Fan Ning and Ling You from Yueli Sect?"

"It seems our name has spread quite far and wide," Fan Ning smiled, his eyes curved. His expression relaxed for a few seconds before he continued, his voice slowing down, "What information did you bring from outside? Why are you so certain they're 'doing well'?"

The monk, with a tense expression, opened his mouth, as if reading from a script, "This village accidentally found a monk's lost magic weapon, which was corrupted by an illusion... A sect not far away also received a letter from a woman asking for help."

"But it was too late. They didn't find the magic weapon and could only leave with regret."

Ling You subconsciously continued, "And this magic weapon reappeared now with the illusion? ...But that doesn't mean the villagers are innocent."

In this dead and desperate atmosphere, she could still be seduced by Fan Ning's words - it was obvious that she was not a victim, right?

Ling You cleared his throat and said, "You probably don't know what else happened to them... but until now, these villagers are still trying to use the monks' lives to fulfill their wishes."

"That was just a memory from an illusion. I was just bewitched." The monk, who was refuted, showed an unhappy expression. He grabbed the hand of another person beside him and pulled him forward, saying angrily, "They just want to drive away outsiders, and they tacitly protect the weak around them."

The monk snorted coldly and talked a lot.

"I've seen people controlled by illusions before. They become alienated from the crowd, not only bringing disaster upon themselves but also dragging down those who try to save them... It's with such desperation that only a woman's cry for help remains! They die from their own ignorance and helplessness, but you won't toy with them like this!"

Ling You recognized the person who was pulled out.

"You think so too?" He narrowed his eyes, his aura instantly revealed. "If I hadn't dragged you back, you would be no different from the monks on the ground now."

He really wanted to know what this person was thinking. He had experienced such a terrible thing, but he could still whitewash those people as if it were his own will and act like a savior.

"I was indeed saved by you, but, but... those villagers were just controlled by their own ignorance. They just wanted to drive us away in the beginning," the man who was pointed out by Ling You had a painful look on his face. He rolled up his sleeves, which were stained with grass clippings that were difficult to clean off.

He didn't even notice that there was already a spot of mud between his suddenly raised eyebrows, so no matter how hard he struggled, his expression looked miserable.

"They're all dead. How can I vent my emotions to a vision?"

His voice was urgent and heavy, more like an attempt to convince himself than a rebuttal to Ling You. "The elders have said that monks are supported by the world and cannot point their blades at the defenseless weak."

"Really? That's quite consistent with the style of a noble and upright family," Fan Ning twisted her scattered long hair with her slender knuckles, and a corner of the branch used as a hairpin was exposed, swaying in the wind, as if smiling.

"...If you really think so, why do your eyes look like you're crying?"

There was a pause of silence.

Fan Ning made a "tsk" sound, then looked at the cultivator who pulled the man out, and pointed lightly in the air.

"This magical weapon is ultimately just a dead object. It is very honest. When it faces cultivators, it asks for spiritual energy. When it faces mortals without spiritual energy, it asks for their own vitality."

"Aliens, protection, and benevolent expulsion... that's what you want to see. What if I told you that the reason they initially fell into this illusion was because they thought they had found a treasure that could grant all their wishes?"

The monk who was being stared at felt a chill down his spine. "That kind of thing that can fulfill all wishes doesn't exist!"

"Why are you so anxious?" Fan Ning said slowly, half-supporting his chin as he gazed at the villagers who seemed to have their souls sucked out of them. He smiled calmly, "It really doesn't exist. So... what they saw from the beginning was something that didn't exist."