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

Ling You waited anxiously for the presentation session.

It was already getting late. Fan Ning grabbed Ling You's hand, put his claws on his knuckles, and yawned lazily.

"Do you like it? Say something nice and it's yours."

Everyone looked over.

Ling You was suddenly caught in the fire, not only accompanied by gossip, but also by the burning gaze of his master in the stands.

Ling You: “…”

He glanced at the Yueli Sect disciples whose eyes were burning but their mouths were tightly shut, and sighed half helplessly and half indulgently.

"I like it very much..."

Master's expression in the stands grew more serious.

Ling You opened and closed his eyes, and managed to utter the second half of the sentence: "Very beautiful."

"..."

"How dare you say that..."

"He doesn't really think it's beautiful, does he?"

"These two people are definitely not innocent!"

The system once again commented: [With this kind of endurance, he will succeed in everything he does.]

[That's why he's the child of destiny. Suffering a loss is a blessing~]

The system was shocked: [Host, do you also think it's ugly? ]

Fan Ning rolled her eyes: [My aesthetic taste is fine, but...if you say that again, I'll get angry.]

System: [What kind of "Fan Ning" behavior is this...]

Fan Ning smiled: "I'm used to hearing things I don't like. In this regard, I believe all beings are equal, even those who are not alive."

She patted Ling You's shoulder, glanced at the "cat claw" in his hand, then looked at the various magic weapons of others, and chuckled: "They are all magic weapons, there is no difference."

"You really think so? That ugly thing—"

"Hmm? Do you have anything to say?"

Fan Ning gave the person a look, and the person who had just spoken stopped talking abruptly, like a chicken with its neck strangled.

"It's not good to threaten people in public," Ling You said, "If you really can't get over it, put on a sack and solve your personal problems later."

"That person will definitely be willing to help."

He looked at Jiang Biehe. In just a short moment, Senior Sister Jiang's cold and lonely eyes had already fixed on the companions around that person.

Not to mention remembering her, Ling You was even afraid that she would strike first.

The vein on his forehead twitched, and he said to Fan Ning beside him, "Let's show you the finished product first. Magical weapons... after all, they need to be used in real combat."

Ling You tried his knuckles and looked at the powder smeared on them. In the end, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

Fan Ning looked at him.

Ling You was serious for a second: "I remembered something happy."

He stood behind the disciple who had just spoken. Coincidentally, the other party also came to help show the finished product - he was holding a sword in his hand.

"What are you looking at?" Noticing his gaze, the disciple who had just been threatened did not look happy.

"If you hold that kind of thing... you're going to make a fool of yourself!"

Well, it's a big shame...

Ling You raised his eyebrows, not intending to continue arguing and attract other people's attention.

He casually looked up and down at the person who was speaking, and under the latter's increasingly vigilant gaze, he smiled slightly behind the mask.

"……Good luck."

The words were full of meaning. After he finished speaking, Ling You deliberately bumped into him and walked straight through his staggering steps.

As the night deepened, Ling You walked to the center of the crowd. He could see Fan Ning's leisurely face by lowering his head.

As the creator of the magic weapon, there was no expression of worry or expectation on her face, just like when she gave him the dagger, the emotion in her eyes was always like a pool of calm water.

Ling You paused slightly.

The hand with the chubby cat claw was ready to start. As soon as the spiritual power was injected, the green powder applied on it flew into the air and exploded like fireworks, which was particularly eye-catching and bright.

In an instant, all the fireworks were reflected in his upturned eyes.

The round claws on his hands gradually became transparent like melting snow. The sharp parts disappeared, but the shadows were still there, and they grew bigger and bigger with the continuous infusion of spiritual power.

"This is..." The leader of Qingyun Sect in the stands stood up, seemed to have thought of something, his expression changed slightly, and he casually threw a jade pendant from his waist down.

"prick--"

A very small cracking sound.

The moment the jade pendant touched the phantom, it broke cleanly like tofu being cut in half.

——Including the magic contained within.

Ling You paused, and before he could say anything, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He could feel the spiritual energy in his body draining away at a faster rate, and his face became paler.

"It's backlashing," Fan Ning walked up to him in a few steps, supported him with one hand, and took the magic weapon from him with the other hand, pointing his sharp eyes at the tense-looking leader of the Qingyun Sect.

"The spells engraved inside are at least at the Nascent Soul stage or above. If you go one level higher, the magic weapon will backfire on you," Fan Ning explained coldly, not even looking at the gazes focused on him. "May I ask, Master Sect Leader, what exactly do you want to do?"

"As I recall, the current presentation doesn't include any judges' involvement, right?"

That is the step of submitting the magic weapon for inspection.

Jian Zun frowned when he saw Ling You vomiting blood, "Sect Master, you should know the rules."

"It was just a momentary excitement," the Qingyun Sect leader coughed. Although he was very unhappy about being questioned, the look in his eyes when he looked at Fan Ning was much friendlier than before. He said calmly, "This kind of magical weapon that can break through realms and sever spells is truly rare. If it didn't have such a severe backlash, it would not be an exaggeration to call it the best among magical weapons."

“Top quality…?!” The crowd gasped.

Before Ling You recovered from his weakness, he heard various whispers of praise.

"It's the finest of magical instruments... I wish I could try it."

"Can I buy everything from the Equipment Refining Conference directly? For its usefulness, I'm willing to endure its ugly appearance..."

"This price must be very high. What a pity. If I had known earlier, I should have praised him a few words. Maybe I could have earned some impression points..."

"..."

"Are you willing to sell this thing?" the elder in the stands also asked.

This level of spiritual power circuit is really worth studying. If you can buy it... you can gain something even if you disassemble it.

It is too difficult to improve in the art of refining equipment. Looking at the endless stream of geniuses... they are not without envy.

"It has an owner."

Fan Ning casually stuffed the thing into Ling You's arms.

She still had her arm around the other person's shoulders, and her face didn't show any joy at all because of these words. She continued to stare at the aloof Qingyun Sect's leader on the stage, staring until everyone around them fell silent.

Ling You grabbed her sleeve, as if he had guessed what she was going to say. He clearly wanted to stop her, but his face was blank.

Would anyone really do that?

--Will do.

Fan Ning spoke, and his words were like stagnant water, calm and without any ripples.

"Master, you seem to have forgotten what I asked. Do you need me to remind you again?"

Everyone's expression changed when they heard this.

The Yueli Sect disciples standing nearby wanted to stop them, but were stopped by Jiang Biehe and the weapon refiner sister on the left and right.

Jiang Biehe never had any obvious expression.

The senior sister who always loves to laugh also restrained her expression.

"He caused the monks to suffer a backlash without any warning, and even then he showed no remorse," Fan Ning's cold tone boomed into everyone's mind, and they all began to look up to this arrogant man.

"Ning Fan! Are you blaming me?" The leader of Qingyun Sect rarely experienced being pointed at and scolded, especially by a junior. His voice became completely hushed, and there was a clear sense of pressure in his questioning.