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

"what are you saying……?"

All the monks who heard this were stunned. They stared at Fan Ning on the stage, whose expression remained unchanged.

Ling You, who was also watching these changes, stood up.

"After all, illusions and aliens are all defined by you, right? People in illusions only see their wishes fulfilled."

"One person tells two, two people tell three... After they all enter the same world, those who can't see or get anything are naturally classified as inferior. Is this hard to understand?"

Ling You stood behind Fan Ning, the short knife in his hand transformed into an elusive thread. As he spoke, he completely drew Fan Ning into his protective circle. After a sneer, he glanced coldly at the people gathered together, "Is he being protected...you should also ask the victim?"

"What do you think, little Shuzhi?"

A small, thin figure walked out from the dark corner.

The little girl tilted her head back, her face still stained with dirt or blood, "You... are here..."

"I've been waiting for a long time..."

Shen Shuzhi, who had been listening for an unknown amount of time, tilted his head, and his already unreliable eyeball fell to the ground again.

Fan Ning waved at her.

Ling You walked down the platform and picked up the little girl horizontally, but despite this, bloodstains continued to appear on her body and her eyeballs kept falling out.

When she stood behind Fan Ning, the blood on her body soaked Ling You's clothes.

She whispered to Fanning, "Sister, the branch."

As soon as she finished speaking, a handful of branches appeared in her arms, slightly covering the eyes that had just been installed.

But the exposed part is still as clear as the sky.

It's not the sky here, it's somewhere farther and cleaner.

The branches that arrived again were distributed to the unconscious monks on the ground, and gradually, the people on the ground stood up.

The villagers stood there blankly, like stone statues that were eaten by the wind but still refused to melt away easily. They stood at the back of the village, sharpening their claws and gritting their teeth, waiting for another opportunity to deal a heavy blow to these "lambs".

Fan Ning gently touched the little girl's cold head. She didn't avoid the bloodstains, nor did she offer any high-sounding words of comfort. She grasped the extra branch as if it were a contract, its leaves swaying with vitality, stubbornly refusing to fall.

"Do you have any nostalgia for your past?"

Ling You looked at her in surprise.

Shen Shuzhi shook her head slowly and firmly. She was still too young to make any decisions on her own. Like a helpless and weak cub, she carefully squeezed Fan Ning's hand and said, "It hurts... Your eyes and arms are covered in blood."

"They are happy, but I am not...happy."

"I was in pain... I screamed... but no one came to save me."

Ling You took a deep breath.

Shen Shuzhi looked at him, as if she slowly understood something. She raised her head and smiled, and patted his sleeve with her bloodless hand.

"The fruit... is beautiful, but... I don't know what it tastes like."

"Of course, it's sweet!"

Ling You looked at the cracks between Shen Shuzhi's shoulder and fingers, and suddenly remembered that conversation.

——"Is this fruit sweet?"

--"……I have no idea."

She died too early and has always lived in memories. How could she taste any other flavors?

...I was comforted by a child.

Ling You carefully grasped the hand that was extended towards him, and when he looked at the other cultivators, his voice turned cold.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The monk who was originally furious was dumbfounded.

People's hearts are made of flesh, and what's more, they all benefit from the branches.

"Now that you understand, go ahead. If you still want to do something for these 'poor aliens', then lie down on the altar and use all the spiritual power in your body to fulfill their wishes."

Fan Ning carried the child as he passed by the distraught monk. His eyes were calm and indifferent as he passed by. "Remember to use yourself to the fullest. If you really have no spiritual power left, use pain to force out the vitality in your body."

"..."

"We're all cultivators, why are you being so aggressive?" The cultivator, whose assumptions had all been overturned, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stared at Fan Ning's elegant back, reached out and grabbed Fei Yang's sleeve, and said in a tone of anger and grievance, "We were just misled."

"Even if their crimes are truly unforgivable, they're already dead, so what's left to do? We still need to save them..."

"Debts are forgiven when one dies," Fan Ning said without stopping. He used his free right hand to cut off the part that was being grabbed. "If you all think this way, then there's nothing much we can say."

Someone behind him shouted, "Are you going to let them turn into evil spirits and harm others again?"

Ling You, who had been silent the entire time, was getting annoyed: "Why not just let them die?"

"Souls are scattered... there is always a way to make it work."

After leaving these words, Ling You followed Fan Ning again.

"Dead souls?! He, they..." The monk who was stranded in the spot couldn't help but repeat those four words. He became more and more panicked as he spoke, and his tone became stiff.

"Look-"

A cry of surprise.

The moment Fan Ning led his men out of the village, the villagers who had been standing there like rotten wood suddenly took action. Their empty eyes were filled with fear and madness, and they knelt on the ground again and again.

"I want a son..."

"I want endless silver..."

"I want to be promoted to a higher position and become a superior person!"

The monks who had unintentionally stood in the middle could not help but move closer. The color of the village was clearly recovering, and even the dark and damp smell was dissipating.

But why didn’t they feel any joy? Why did they feel only sadness when they saw the branches glowing in their arms?

The monks who were awakened by the branches followed Fan Ning's direction silently.

The earnest moans continued to be heard from behind, but when they reached their ears, they changed again.

"Wish, why didn't my wish come true..."

"Sacrifice! We must have angered the gods, and we need sacrifices to atone for our sins!"

"She's not dead yet. Burn her with fire... My wish has come true!"

After hearing these sounds that actually happened, the monks present felt horrified.

This feeling was like a fragile blade of grass in their cognition suddenly drilling into the bones, and then - when they were worried that the grass would die, it drilled in so hard that even its head was pushed open by the sharp blade.

The illusion dissipated, and the sharpest part appeared in their eyes without any obstruction.

The sacred tree that protected them was shedding blood from its trunk, and even its drooping branches looked like heads hanging from them.

Fan Ning squatted under the tree trunk and dug out the seeds from the deepest part of the trunk with the Mary Sue Eye.

It had already taken root in the past after the last "sacrifice" died.

From then on, every shadow is an indelible scar and pain.