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

"What happened to you?"

Without the barrier of the illusion, Yu Changqing looked at the "seed" that was perfunctorily held in his hand, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He looked at Fan Ning's empty arms and intuitively felt that there was something there.

Ling You took the initiative to step forward and indirectly explained the matter. At the end, he glanced at the monks who were supporting each other as they walked over, and added, "Fan Ning dug out the core of this illusion, but the shadow of the past is not so easy to dissipate."

"Or rather, sustaining it to this point has little to do with the magic weapon at the beginning."

What records everything is the sacred tree with its tangled roots.

"Shen Shuzhi", who grows with pain as fuel.

She stood under the big tree with lush branches and leaves, and as if she had anticipated that she would not be able to leave, she waved gently in the direction of Fan Ning.

Now that she has all the memories, her face is no longer confused, and her clarity reveals a bit of indifference.

"Let my sister see me at my most miserable."

Fan Ning asked her, "Are you happier now?"

"Shen Shuzhi" was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but it was too late.

The group of monks behind him caught up.

Also carrying those old and dying souls that are as broken as the others.

The soft smile that "Shen Shuzhi" almost revealed disappeared in an instant.

"I came at a really bad time," Ling You sighed, and once again walked towards Fan Ning in front of everyone, his tone somewhat distressed, "I always feel like I missed a great opportunity."

Fan Ning raised his eyelids and saw those wandering souls pretending to be regretful, with a calm expression on his face.

Thorn - One of the souls that ran towards the sacred tree was pinned to death by her with a branch.

"Fan Ning, don't be impulsive at this time."

Ling You sighed, and then, as if he was having fun, he split a branch into three parts and fired them in succession.

Hit plus three!

The Qingyun Sect disciple who returned to his senior brother to explain the situation was stunned.

Young Master Ji, who had been forced to wait there, couldn't control his mouth and blurted out: "Amazing!"

"..."

"Ling You, I have sent a message back to the sect. Master will give a reasonable judgment."

Yu Changqing moved sideways to block the unfriendly gaze of the senior brother of Qingyun Sect. With a sword in one hand and a seal in the other, he trapped the wandering soul in place in an instant.

Three distinct groups of people stood opposite each other, and once again, Ling You was the only living person left by Fan Ning's side.

——If we don’t count the real living people, there is also a “Shen Shuzhi”.

"You two, now's not the time to be a hero," said the eldest brother of the Qingyun Sect, who wasn't as easy to talk to as Yu Changqing. His narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and the moment he spoke, he made the scene even more awkward. "If you don't kill the remaining soul after death, otherwise, what's the difference between you and a wanton demon cultivator?"

"Fellow Daoist, please be careful with your words," Yu Changqing frowned, "You can't just say something like that."

The eldest senior brother of Qingyun Sect snorted coldly, reluctantly gave up suppressing him in the name of "demon cultivator", and turned to look at the sacred tree full of vitality.

It covers the sky and the sun, and the spiritual energy is so rich that it is like the stars twinkling in the night sky.

Not only is it incompatible with everything in the illusion, even the spiritual trees carefully cared for by some sects are inferior to it.

Although I don’t know how it grew here, the tree in front of me is simply the best breeding ground for resentment.

"Heaven is merciful. The sacred tree grew from the 'seed', clearly to redeem them..."

Fan Ning interrupted his sigh and said bluntly: "When you say 'they', you don't mean these things, do you?"

She pointed at the remaining souls that were trapped and crying. The temptation of the sacred tree made them constantly try to break free from their restraints, but because they had made no progress in their spiritual practice during their lifetime, they gained nothing but pain.

"This is the will of Heaven. Saving souls is also a merit for the sacred tree. You insist on stopping it. Are you trying to destroy the way of cultivators?"

"Shen Shuzhi" grabbed the corner of Fan Ning's clothes in fear.

Almost everyone has forgotten that it is not just those residual souls who are trapped in the past, but also her.

No matter how young she was or how ignorant she was, she couldn't help but reveal some hatred when faced with this question.

The white clothes that grew with the tree were oozing with blood again. "Shen Shuzhi" lowered his head, and tears mixed with blood kept falling.

"I, I don't want..."

Fan Ning squatted down to calm her down: "Don't want what?"

"Shen Shuzhi" was picked up in the small quilt, looking at Fan Ning in front of her, and then at Ling You who was standing in front of her.

"I don't want them to enter the sacred tree!"

She shouted very loudly, as if making up for the past cries that had not been uttered.

And this time, someone heard it.

"Okay," Fan Ning touched her head and asked as if coaxing a child, "Is it okay even if you can't gain merit?"

Shen Shuzhi nodded and said very seriously, "It doesn't matter even if you disappear."

"That's more than a hundred souls!" shouted the monk standing in the sun.

Facing the sharp questioning, Ling You rubbed his ears and deliberately imitated Fan Ning's harsh tone: "Then what should we do? Will you put them into your body for Shenmu?"

"Ling You!" Yu Changqing, who didn't want to cause any more trouble, stopped him from mocking him further.

The first group of Yueli Sect disciples who entered stood obediently behind him. Although they were standing in the same place as the Qingyun Sect disciples, they were secretly slightly different.

Compared to those monks who entered later, the disciples of Yueli Sect who had truly experienced the malicious side understood the terrifying despair better.

They finally figured it out.

——If Fan Ning Lingyou hadn’t delayed time, they would have died in the cellar.

——If Shenmu had not always been kind to outsiders like them, there would not have been such a happy ending.

At this point, keeping silent was their last resort.

The world of immortal cultivation has always been taboo about the death of the soul being scattered, at least, they are not the ones who can bring it up.

"Master has replied and will bring monks to deal with souls," Yu Changqing looked at Fan Ning, who had been silent, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next second, the premonition came true.

Fan Ning slowly stood up, his dark eyes returning to their original color as he stared at everyone coldly, like an outsider.

"One hundred and one, to me, there's no difference," she said. "That's not your life, so why should you care about other people's karma?"

"Repay a grudge, seek revenge... everyone of you has said or thought about this, right?"

"Fan Ning, this is not the same thing! The people here..."

"I don't think she's wrong," Ling You pulled out a small section of the sacred tree branch from his waist and sneered at the person who had spoken. "If it weren't for that little girl's soft heart, you wouldn't even have the chance to stand here and talk nonsense."

"Now the little girl wants revenge, you'd better keep silent."

"...Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't remain silent," Fan Ning walked up to him and continued with the second half of the sentence. He raised his hand, and the scattered debris fell with the wind.

"That's..." The knowledgeable monk gasped, "'Seed', destroyed?"

"Yes," Fan Ning held up his chin, looked up at the increasingly majestic sacred tree, and smiled gently, "Now, it is free."

The previous support has been cut off, and the "cause" that led to the tragedy has been destroyed. Now every leaf above is swaying in the wind leading to the future.