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

Ling You was bewitched.

He was like a puppet under a spell of immobilization, and he didn't even come to his senses after Fan Ning left.

"...Your Highness?" The demon cultivator who had climbed up from the ground wiped the cold sweat off his face and asked cautiously, "What should we do now?"

"Actually, the method she mentioned..." another person echoed quietly. Seeing that Ling You's expression did not change, he continued, "Madam hopes that His Highness can live a peaceful life in the world of immortal cultivation."

"She wouldn't want me to get away with stepping on my friends," Ling You lowered his eyes, feeling a little down for a moment. But he quickly looked at the two people who were also silent, rubbed his brows and said, "This time, you guys listen to her. I can never stop her from doing what she wants... But you must inform me immediately if there is any news."

The two nodded, explained some of the past events, and then turned and left along the small path.

After being noisy for most of the night, the night finally quieted down and began to fade from the sky. Noisy voices gradually began to be heard outside Wangchun Tower, and another half hour passed.

After Ling You calmed down and walked out, he saw Fan Ning in red clothes in the crowd that was gradually gathering.

She suits the color red very well. She fanned herself with a fan from somewhere. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and her slight side glance exuded a unique charm that made people fall in love with her at first sight.

"You Lin!" She waved and deliberately called out his pseudonym loudly.

Ling You took a moment to react, and the next moment he blinked, he saw many eyes blatantly falling on him, and his ears were filled with some loud discussions.

"As expected of Mr. Ning's friend, he looks so good even with the mask on."

"Mr. Ning's waist should be even thinner..."

"Ah, the weapon refining conference is coming soon. Young Master Ning's appearance is so pleasing to the eye just by looking at him..."

Ling You lowered his eyes and walked quickly to Fan Ning's side, blocking the hand from behind that was almost touching her waist.

"What are you doing here again? Shouldn't you be getting ready in the competition arena?"

Fan Ning raised her fan and smiled at him: "Aren't I waiting for you?"

"Who told you to be slow?"

"...Master You Lin."

She uttered the strange name and closed the fan in her hand, which was like a sharp blunt instrument that struck his heart.

"What are you doing? Aren't you leaving yet?"

Ling You suddenly came back to his senses and found that there was a mischievous smile on Fan Ning's lips.

The system mourned for him silently: [It's really a disaster to be in trouble with Fan Ning. ]

[There's nothing we can do about it. We bad women are all like this.]

Fan Ning slowly stood up from the stone platform, and the fan rose to his face. As everyone covered their faces, he supported his chin and raised it.

"Let's go," Fan Ning said.

Ling You followed behind her and felt that the sun was so hot that it was a little dazzling.

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At the other side of the venue, Jiang Biehe, who had arrived earlier, walked outside the crowd, folded her arms around her chest and leaned against the cold wall. Her invisible aura separated her from the others.

Several pairs of eyes passed by her but once again ignored her.

Until Fan Ning arrived.

The "young master", who was not tall in the crowd, was talking to the people around him. When he raised his eyes, he attracted the attention of many people.

The head of the Qingyun Sect, who was sitting at the judging table, had a slightly changed expression. He lashed out at the Sword Master, who was resting with his sword beside him, with a sarcastic tone: "Are those disciples from your sect? They're quite unfamiliar faces."

"I heard that your sect recently produced a promising weapon refiner. Do you need an introduction?"

Sword Master gave him a cold look and said, "The disciples sent by my sect are not over there."

The Qingyun Sect's leader was accustomed to his cold reception, and he didn't feel frustrated when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and added, "Isn't that so? Maybe I saw it wrongly. Those people do bear some resemblance to the disciples of your sect who have recently gained great fame."

"The matter of the sacred tree is thanks to those disciples. Otherwise, the world of immortal cultivation would have no chance of seeing the sacred tree. In the future... if anyone urgently needs the sacred tree, it will be difficult to deal with it."

"It's good now. Cultivators who are deeply trapped in their inner demons and unable to make any progress now have a glimmer of hope. Geniuses always deserve better treatment... To put it in a positive way, this will benefit the world of cultivation."

The Sword Master frowned and opened his eyes which were originally slightly closed.

"In the world of immortal cultivation, the capable have always risen to the top. If you are trapped in your inner demons, you shouldn't covet the treasures of the younger generation." His voice was light, and there was no politeness of the headmaster in his words. Instead, it was as sharp as a sword. "Those are the things of my disciple and his companions. If anyone is disrespecting the elders, I also know a little swordsmanship."

The leader of Qingyun Sect fell silent. A hint of anger crossed his handsome face, but it was quickly calmed by the cold aura reflected by the sword.

"Let's take a look at these kids first," he snorted, his gaze fixed on Gu Yuanzhou, who was in the center of the group, his voice tinged with pride. "I wonder if anyone can defeat that kid Gu Yuanzhou this time."

"He's a little tired of the same old ranking."

"My mind is definitely not on the ranking," Jian Zun glanced over, and his voice was not focused on Gu Yuanzhou, but on another person.

The judges who were originally saying other things all looked over.

It wasn't that Gu Yuanzhou had made some amazing creation, but... the sloppy play that resembled a storybook had attracted attention from all parties.

Gu Yuanzhou, who was praised by the leader of Qingyun Sect, stared at Qin Mingzheng's back, while Qin Mingzheng was talking to Jiang Biehe who was counting the materials. Jiang Biehe was listening while paying close attention to Fan Ning who was giving instructions for Ling You.

As for Ling You, while his hands were moving, his eyes would drift to Gu Yuanzhou from time to time, and there seemed to be a little pity in his eyes.

The whole picture is closed.

The judges, who were in high positions and could see everything clearly, watched with concern and did not dare to look at the expression of the leader of the Qingyun Sect at all.

The two parties involved in the open and covert attack were the leader of Qingyun Sect and the Sword Master of Yueli Sect, and neither of them dared to speak casually.

So we turned our attention to another focus of the game.

——Jiang Yunsheng, the talented weapon refiner who has been silent for three years.

There was no one around her, and the movements she was making were proceeding in an orderly manner, but... as soon as Fan Ning looked over, her hands became messy.

"Is that person also some rare genius?"

"...It seems like those people are paying special attention to him?"

Another judge, who had only heard half of the gossip, explained quietly, "Ning Fan's sister, Fan Ning, does have some talent. I heard Gu Yuanzhou personally invited her, but unfortunately she declined due to objective reasons. This Mr. Ning... maybe it's hereditary."

"Inherited... I haven't heard much about Fan Ning's reputation. Who is her teacher?"

"It seems to be... Qian Jiangyue."

"Qian Jiangyue... Qian Jiangyue?!" The judge who had just asked the answer was startled. He stroked his graying beard, glanced at the others who were eavesdropping, and lowered his voice to ask, "...Isn't Qian Jiangyue a medicine cultivator?"

"Fan Ning is a medicine cultivator. It is said that the spiritual energy circuits of the weapons she created are very ingenious, and can even switch forms instantly, from a short sword to a line."

The judge froze with his hand on his beard.

The most difficult part of refining a weapon is the design of the spiritual power circuit. There are weapons that can change their form, but they are either long-lost artifacts or similar form transformations.

But...medicine repair?

These are two completely unrelated things, right?