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

"Do you sincerely want to go against all monks?"

The eldest senior brother of Qingyun Sect had a very bad look on his face. It was obvious that his cultivation level was not as good as Yu Changqing who was beside him, but he acted as if he was representing everyone to bring an end to the war.

Yu Changqing led the disciples behind him and walked towards Fan Ning.

Simply and crudely draw a line between yourself and the person on the other side.

There was a moment of silence. As the two major sects confronted each other, Young Master Ji finally realized something and started to move.

"Big sister——" He ran towards Fan Ning happily.

Young Master Ji is young and is usually spoiled by his family. Not only does he not think that there is anything wrong with Fan Ning's behavior, he also speaks without any taboos.

"Big Sister, you will always be my Big Sister!" The young master stood beside Fan Ning, his brows relaxed. "Come on if you don't agree. I, Big Sister, will beat all of you!"

Yu Changqing: "..."

Yu Changqing hit the young master's raised hand with his sword sheath.

"Be polite. Also, if you say one more word, I'll notify Sect Master Ji to come pick you up."

Knowing that he really did what he said, Young Master Ji withdrew his provocation with grievance.

Ling You held his forehead and whispered in Fan Ning's ear: "He really believes in you."

The system looked at the inexplicably rising heart rate and added a sentence after Fan Ning: [Young Master's love is truly sincere.]

The system really felt that Fan Ning was secretly doing something behind the scenes.

Otherwise, how could the young master suddenly fall in love? Fan Ning hadn't done any of the actions in the system tutorial, but he had done a lot of things he shouldn't have done.

【Heartbeat value and sincerity are not the same thing. 】

Fan Ning led "Shen Shuzhi" towards the sacred tree. As the owner of the sacred tree who had regained all his memories, after breaking free from the shackles of the seed, "Shen Shuzhi" knew best how to sever its connection with these residual souls.

"I've forgotten how it appeared... I just remember that when I was burning, the only wish in my heart was for them to disappear."

"How can something born of resentment be so beautiful?"

"Shen Shuzhi" stroked the tree trunk. Fan Ning didn't say anything, but kept transmitting spiritual energy behind her.

The stronger the sacred tree becomes, the weaker the imprisoned soul becomes.

The monks of Qingyun Sect began to get agitated. They seemed to have reached some consensus and all drew their weapons.

With swords and sabers flashing behind him, "Shen Shuzhi", who was determined to cut off contact, looked at Fan Ning again.

She asked, “Am I doing the right thing?”

Fan Ning smiled, "This answer is only meaningful to you. If you think it is, then it is correct."

"how about you?"

"Yes," Fan Ning glanced at Ling You who blocked the sword for him and replied vaguely, "I am willing to do so."

As for what others consider to be right, she never cared about that kind of thing.

"There's a fire..."

Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the arguing crowd.

The bright flames reflected in every pair of eyes. Under deliberate control, the fire that should have spread across the prairie only affected the small mountain village in front of the sacred tree.

Although as the illusion dissipated, the dark shadows also faded.

But everyone knows it's there.

The residual souls that were originally trapped on the ground began to struggle. Their twisted faces were burned and melted by the flames again and again, and finally became half-human, half-ghost.

"Is this also part of your plan?"

Ling You looked at Jiang Biehe, who calmly walked out with a torch in hand, and smiled, "You really did intend to scare them to death."

Having said that, there was no accusation in Ling You's tone.

Not only did he block the hidden arrow from behind with one hand, he also nodded at the two people beside the tree, and also provided spiritual power to "Shen Shuzhi".

"'Bad things' should be done first and reported later," Ling You said seriously, "If foreign aid arrived at this time, I'm afraid we could still turn the tide."

"Shen Shuzhi" whispered to him, "Brother, do you think my decision is right?"

The child, who had never received proper guidance, had a weaker voice and was terrified when he saw the monks fighting.

"Don't be afraid, no one is dead," Fan Ning said with a sigh, adding lightly, "If they're not dead, they're only slightly injured."

"As monks, they are always thick-skinned and tough."

Ling You seemed to smile, squatted down and leaned close to Fan Ning's ear. The spiritual power in his hand continued to grow, but his face gradually turned pale.

"According to their classification, I myself would be a mistake."

Fan Ning didn't respond to this realization. He simply stared at the tree, which was gradually becoming illusory, and muttered to himself, "If I always did the right thing, it would be really boring."

Ling You: "Is this your experience?"

Fan Ning smiled lightly: "No, these are the original words of an elder."

She turned her head and looked at the figure getting closer and closer in the sky. She should have been anxious about this, but suddenly she said, "Flying a sword is really great...would you like to consider making a sword?"

"Just because you're fast?" Ling You said helplessly, "But can your spiritual power control a sword?"

"No," Fan Ning shook his head regretfully, then changed the subject, "So I should capture someone who can wield a sword?"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You increased his spiritual power output to help "Shen Shuzhi" break the last thread of cause and effect that bound the sacred tree.

"It's too late," frowned the leader who stopped the farce on the scene. Although he learned some of the truth from the message, he couldn't help sighing when he watched those residual souls dissipate.

"Master," Yu Changqing nodded, repeating what he had seen and heard. In the end, he couldn't help but defend the two protagonists who had stirred up the incident. "Fan Ning and his companions did indirectly rescue many disciples... and this sacred tree is a blessing to us, not a curse. It's not an ordinary creature."

"This sacred tree..." The Sect Master stopped the Qingyun Sect disciple's attempt to speak with a look. He paused, his expression somewhat complicated. "It was born from the resentment of a cultivator, but by some strange coincidence, it became a treasure that can save the inner demon."

"Now that the past is over, even for me, it would be difficult to keep it."

The disciples of Yueli Sect, who had experienced everything, breathed a sigh of relief. Once again, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the two people under the sacred tree. Ling You was fighting and attacking, and he had exhausted his spiritual power and was being supported by Fan Ning with one hand.

They have accomplished such a great thing - but they have only just started.

Just by virtue of the years, they even called everyone present "senior brother" and "senior sister".

But it was these two people who violated the rules of the world of immortal cultivation and resolutely did what no one else could do.

"It's burned out," Jiang Biehe, having completed his task, extinguished the fireworks in his hand.

He didn't even bother to glance at them, and walked straight to the two of them in full view of the crowd.

"Well done," Fan Ning looked at the dusty ground and squinted his eyes with some joy.

"Is there anything else you want to deal with?" Jiang Biehe curled the corners of his mouth.

Ling You, the only one who could read the atmosphere, said: "...No, you can't say this in front of everyone."

Those people's expressions are not right!

"That's Senior Sister Jiang Biehe...isn't she out there seeing patients? Why is she here?"

"Is the feng shui of Mingyue Peak different?"

"There's no one among Elder Qian's disciples who is timid..."

"..."

I saw the familiar leader's brows furrowed even deeper.

He motioned the three of them to come over, then his eyes swept across the three faces one by one, and finally fell calmly on Fan Ning.

Pressure gradually increased: "Was it your turn to set this fire?"