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

The two walked deeper into the lake again.

As expected, "Mirror Lake" is not a truly depressing lake. Beneath the surging water, there are doors hidden that you don't know whether to open.

"That is..." Ling You looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

"That's the memory of the soul," Fan Ning continued, his brows relaxed. "It was supposed to take a long time to find, but in the end... I still managed to come across something good."

After saying this, she took the initiative to walk towards the soul that looked the brightest, leaned her hands lightly on the faintly formed door, and turned to look at Ling You who was still observing other positions.

Ling You crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on the halo surrounding Fan Ning, feeling somewhat helpless: "Are you planning to appear in front of them like this?"

Of course he wouldn't doubt Fan Ning's judgment, but... carrying light with him, it doesn't seem right no matter how you look at it, right?

It feels like it has completely gone beyond the scope of magic weapons?

"Why do you have to care about that?" Fan Ning thought for a moment, then simply put a hand deep into the soul gate. "You're already cultivating immortality, can't you have a little imagination?"

"I don't think it matters," Ling You sighed, but he honestly held Fan Ning's hand, who was already halfway there. Thinking of the other's eyes, which looked even more cunning and frivolous under the halo, his expression became a little unnatural. "It's rare to see you so actively saving people..."

"Who do you take me for?"

Fan Ning rolled his eyes at him, leaped up, and successfully passed through the soul gate with the person in his hand.

Another bout of dizziness.

Two people who were unfamiliar with the place but holding hands tightly fell on a tree trunk. Just as they looked up at the misty sky, they were hit by a sudden loud noise below.

"...If you want to leave, go on your own! This is our Qingyun Sect's senior sister, and she has protected so many people. How can we watch her use even the last bit of her soul to do something like this!"

The disciple standing under the tree trunk seemed furious. He shouted and glared at the small group opposite him, not trying to hide his indignation. "How can you leave? If it weren't for Senior Sister's last wisp of consciousness pulling us here, you would have died at the bottom of the lake long ago. How dare you make such an unreasonable demand to burn the last vestiges of her soul!"

"The soul is scattered, this is the most taboo for cultivators! Aren't you afraid of giving rise to inner demons?!"

The disciples behind him all had the same expression, gnashing their teeth in hatred. "If you want to snatch Senior Sister's remaining soul, you'll have to step over our corpses first!"

"...But if we don't do this, how are we supposed to get out?" The targeted minority spoke up, their eyes red, as if they'd been through countless struggles. "This isn't a place for humans. Who knows what the souls' obsessions are... Rather than continue wasting our energy like this, why not just use our spiritual power to forcibly dissipate the evil-tainted souls and create a gap in this airtight place?"

The people behind him also murmured in agreement: "Yes, yes, it has come to this point..."

"We just want to survive, what have we done wrong—!"

Without waiting for the next wave of condemnation from the other side, the monk, who had already become extremely uneasy, took out his own natal sword and held it in front of all the people on the opposite side without hesitation.

Everyone knows what such an action means.

But when they opened their eyes and saw the endless black and red sky, even the last bit of hope in their hearts was ruthlessly wiped out.

"After all, if the people from your Qingyun Sect hadn't made a mistake and fell into the lake, we shouldn't have been detained here to make a choice—"

The long-term suffering wiped out the last bit of kindness in their hearts. As soon as they opened their mouths, everything they should and shouldn't say came out like a flood.

In an instant, the two groups drew their weapons at the same time, completely tearing off the mask of kindness.

"Click", a small branch fell between the two groups of people.

"Hey, everyone, how about listening to me?"

Everyone looked up at the tree trunk at the same time.

Fan Ning pressed her hands against the tree trunk, her long legs swaying. She heard half of the whole story but showed no sign of worry... She even blinked with interest.

I don’t know whether these people didn’t notice or were simply unaware of it, but in the eyes of Fan Ning and Ling You, as the dispute intensified, the dark aura that was difficult to see through and peel off from the people below became more and more obvious.

It was as if it would reveal its huge mouth like the abyss to the owner of its body in the next second.

"I actually don't like being in charge of things for others, so let's just leave it at that," she snapped her fingers lazily, holding a dagger in one hand and casually picking up a few thin silver needles from Ling You's waist with the other.

The silver needle was not unfamiliar to everyone present.

"Everyone, be quiet. Since you can't argue to any conclusion and you're so eager to see blood, just listen to me. One, two, three, four, five... well, there's just one less than you."

Fan Ning smiled, the halo around his body turned blood red, and an ambiguous murderous light flashed in his eyes.

"I just want to hear one voice, so let's kill each other."

"The one who survives to the end will have the right to give me the answer. Life or death...it's up to you."

She raised her eyebrows, her tone calm, and glanced down at everyone.

Those deep eyes seemed to be filled with blood, and everyone being stared at had their hair standing on end, but there was no trace of anyone looking up in them.

There is only disdain and indifference.

Like a chess player sitting firmly on the pedestal, after a few cracks of the knuckles, everyone will be thrown into an involuntary fight, just to give her a poor performance.

"What are you talking about..." The most impatient disciple's eyes turned red, and his questioning voice was harsh but weak, and his tone became weaker and weaker as time went on.

"Hasn't what I said been clear enough?" Fan Ning glanced at the alert Ling You beside him in confusion, wiping his reddened eyes. "So I need a demonstration... How about I start with you?"

Ling You curled his lips, turned over and jumped down from the tree.

The monks on the opposite side spontaneously formed a team again, and it seemed that they also regarded Ling You as an imaginary enemy of Fan Ning's group.

...The reputation is completely gone.

Ling You sighed, and when he looked up, he saw Fan Ning smiling "ghostly" and dangerously on the tree behind him.

——I really owe her.

He shook his head, knowing exactly what he had to do, and explained with some forced patience, "She's been possessed by the Dark Side."

"The dark side has been living in your bodies since the beginning. You should have noticed it."

Without waiting for everyone to react, Ling You grabbed the hands closest to him, held them down and began to force his spiritual power.

As everyone's faces suddenly turned pale, a demonic energy slowly rose from the disciple's meridians.

Facing everyone's blank expressions, Ling You felt like laughing, and he actually laughed, raising his eyebrows and slowly curling up his lips.

"Come on, is there anyone else who wants to doubt my words?"