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

Jiang Biehe: "He left in anger."

Ling You: "He left in anger."

Fan Ning: "Alas, how come you don't even have this much skill?"

Ling You looked at her and said, "Don't be so quick to gloat over my misfortune. Why don't I remember Qin Mingzheng giving you a sachet?"

This kind of close-fitting and seductive thing doesn't seem like something Miss Qin would make.

What's more, Fan Ning is the one who understands pharmacology better.

"I gave it to you," Jiang Biehe finally said after observing for a while. "The tranquilizing incense inside was a temporary herbal ingredient that Miss Qin found. She also kept a portion for herself."

"Wait," Ling You pinched his brows, "is that also a sachet?"

Jiang Biehe recalled and nodded firmly, "Yes, she also asked me for a similar sachet."

"I made this sachet myself to maximize the effectiveness of the herbs."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You: "You guys are really great."

He had known Gu Yuanzhou for quite some time, especially after hearing his shocking statement about "dying together"... He knew very well that Gu Yuanzhou's feelings for Qin Mingzheng were absolutely sincere.

But precisely because of this...

"Wouldn't it be even worse if I rushed back to verify and found that my sweetheart had the same sachet?"

Fan Ning: "It doesn't matter. It's not a gender issue. He can definitely comfort himself."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You felt a little aggrieved: "It's just that the gender is wrong."

Although it was most likely Qin Mingzheng who enlightened Gu Yuanzhou about the gender, but the feeling that someone was ready to pry your partner away with a hammer at any time... Gu Yuanzhou would never forget it.

Fan Ning hummed.

Afterwards, she stood at the gate of Yueli Sect and clapped her hands without caring that the disciples of Qingyun Sect had not left yet.

"There are so many people in this world who can be good partners. Even if you look for someone like Gu Yuanzhou, you may find someone who is more frank."

"Qin Mingzheng, you're already tired, right?"

After saying this, Fan Ning walked up the stairs without looking back at the expressions of the disciples behind him.

Ling You sighed and looked up at the exceptionally handsome figure. Before he could make up his mind, he suddenly remembered a guess he had made before.

It has not been confirmed by the parties involved, but...

"She really hates that kind of people."

Although this speculation came at an inappropriate time, it subtly made Ling You's mind a little clearer.

He walked forward confidently, surpassing Jiang Biehe and reaching Fan Ning's side.

There were people waiting on the steps. The Sword Master and the Sect Leader had normal expressions, but their eyes were like falling leaves, taking them in.

I felt a little tired, and Lingyou realized it later.

Is this what it feels like to be waited on?

He thought that those emotions would disappear along with the burning house.

"Don't be shy at this time." When stepping on the last step, Fan Ning pushed Ling You forward with his backhand, no more, no less, just one step away from Sword Master.

The Sword Master glanced at him, seemed to think for a moment, and then took out a Qiankun bag from his body.

"Here are some magical instruments. They are not of high quality, but they are perfect as consumables."

Ling You: “…Yeah.”

He reached out to take it, and when he met those eyes as sharp as swords, he wanted to say something but was unable to open his mouth.

"Is there anything else?" Sword Master lowered his eyes and said.

“…No,” Ling You stuttered and couldn’t help but step back.

...Then he was pushed back by a pair of hands that appeared out of nowhere.

Looking to the side, Fan Ning, Jiang Biehe, and the Sect Leader... three pairs of eyes were staring at them.

One is as plain as water.

One hesitated to speak.

One... is too straightforward.

Fan Ning tilted her head: "Really?"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You looked at his waiting master and said softly, "...Thank you."

He helplessly covered his face with one hand. The annoying mask had been taken off long ago after the disciples of Qingyun Sect left... Now he missed it again.

"No need to thank me," Jian Zun reacted for a moment, then realized what he had said, and took out a bag of spirit stones and handed it to him, "I am your master, and I shouldn't have let you be bullied by others."

Ling You looked at the three Qiankun bags placed side by side and smiled helplessly.

"So bland," Fan Ning released her hand from his and changed the subject, "If I were to say something like this to my master, and be a little softer..."

"She'll just think you're crazy," Ling You thought, the image of Fan Ning's face as she did this flashing through his mind, and a chill ran through his body. "If that time really came, you must have had a very hard time."

"That's too much," Fan Ning said expressionlessly, "Don't I have moments of gentleness? If I did something wrong, I would apologize sincerely."

Ling You: “……?” He didn’t quite believe it.

"When was that?" Jiang Biehe asked.

"Well... that kind of time shouldn't come," Fan Ning smiled as he met the Sect Master's gaze, and grasped it with his right hand as if grasping a magical weapon. "I won't make a mistake."

Ling You: “…”

Sure enough.

For no reason, he recalled the conversation in the library.

“Only victors write books” or something like that.

She seems to really intend to follow through!

Ling You looked at Fan Ning several times, feeling somewhat relieved that fortunately the previous incident had come to an end. Although he didn't know why the leader of Qingyun Sect suddenly became so easy to talk to, at least he did solve the problem before Fan Ning caused a bigger farce.

——It should have been resolved?

Weird.

The trio had just cleared out of the Cliff of Repentance, and before they had time to return to their respective mountains, they were summoned by the leader again.

And this time the reason is even more ridiculous, like "pie in the sky".

"The Qingyun Sect has sent you an invitation to the Secret Realm, specifying your location." The Sect Leader frowned, placed the letter on the table, and added, "The reason given is 'The injured who defected to the Yueli Sect have caused you trouble, so we are compensating you with a place in the Secret Realm.'"

Fan Ning picked up the letter, which contained detailed information about the secret realm. It also emphasized that Qingyun Sect had already mastered the core of the secret realm, there would be no danger inside, and everything obtained from it would belong to the cultivator himself.

"Doesn't mastering the core secret realm automatically belong to you?" Ling You said with some doubt, "This invitation is too generous, and it seems to have bad intentions."

"This is ill-intentioned," Fan Ning's gaze fell on the Sect Leader. His gaze was calm, indifferent, and silent, with a strange gentleness. "But, the Sect Leader seems to want us to go?"

"I won't make the decision for you," the Sect Leader didn't deny her guess, but instead analyzed the pros and cons. "Possessing a treasure is a crime. The Qingyun Sect's purpose is clear enough."

It's obvious that they have reached the point where their true intentions are exposed.

"If you go, it is very likely that you will be surrounded by disciples of the Qingyun Sect and be isolated and helpless."

"But there won't be any danger to life, right?" Fan Ning stroked the golden characters and took the lead in speaking, "At least there won't be any man-made danger to life."

Jiang Biehe, who had been silent the whole time, raised his head and said, "Then go."

Ling You was a little surprised, "...I thought you would wait for Fan Ning's answer?"

"..."

After he finished speaking, he realized something and turned sideways to meet Fan Ning's eyes.

Flamboyant, wanton, with a hint of arrogance.

She was not gentle at all, she was clearly walking straight into the eye of the storm!