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

How to hide fallen leaves?

The answer is to put it in a whole forest.

Ling You followed the same method and implanted a trace of his own demonic energy in everyone present. He then looked at Fan Ning who was sitting on the tree trunk with his eyes half closed, but spoke to the person behind him.

"They have their answer, right?"

Fan Ning raised his eyelids slightly, not looking very interested, "Oh?"

The Qingyun Sect disciples, who held most of the power to speak, looked at each other in bewilderment. After a moment, as if finally remembering the fear of being dominated by Fan Ning, they spoke without a trace of struggle, "We must save Senior Sister!"

Fan Ning glanced at them and sneered, "Naive."

When the other group heard this, they immediately became restless and started shouting, "We must consume her soul to save everyone!"

Fan Ning didn't even raise his eyes this time. He yawned and said, "Stupid."

"..."

Ling You silently watched as the two sides simultaneously died down and then ignited their common anger, and pinched his brows.

"You could explain things more clearly," he advised, "otherwise it's just a waste of time."

Fan Ning: "I just like wasting time."

"Do you think I'm still that easy-going and tolerant person?" She smiled to herself. When everyone's eyes were focused on her, she said coldly, "I don't need to leave. I just need to clear away everyone who's blocking my way."

"If I devour the souls here, I'll become the most powerful. So whether I save them or eliminate them... it doesn't make any difference in essence."

Fan Ning raised her fingertips slightly, and red and black, like blood and the abyss, blended around her, weaving into a dense and airtight net for a long time. Even the moment they looked at each other made their breath hold.

The system looked at the peerless villain filter that was being activated, hiding its merits and fame.

Ling You looked at her several times.

The fingers hanging by his side trembled twice, and finally hid in his sleeves as if helpless, like the beating heart in his chest.

And Fan Ning's eyes slowly fell on him.

"You're all getting in my way. So, do you want to be my 'nutrient'?"

The Qingyun Sect disciple next to him quickly grabbed Ling You's hand as he was about to raise it.

"You shouldn't agree to her at this time! Lust can blind your mind—"

From grabbing to hugging, and finally even half of the person was hanging cross-legged on his sleeve, wailing: "I can't always help the evil!"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You's forehead was bulging with veins, and he endured it silently: "...Let me go first."

"No!" The disciple of Qingyun Sect took out a chain from his Qiankun bag and fastened Ling You's sleeves tightly in place. He looked like a broken jar and wiped the bitter tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I always feel that if you go any further, something terrible will happen."

Fan Ning downplayed it, "This is a truly hearty accusation."

"We agreed there's no cultivation..." The disciple standing at the edge muttered softly. Perhaps he was too frightened, but instead revealed a lonely and courageous look of a dying man. "If it's just for show, then shouldn't we--"

"She lied to you," Ling You interrupted hastily. To prevent them from turning Fan Ning's fake fire into a real one and causing a complete rage, he silently added, "Fan Ning could strangle you to death more easily than an ant."

"Then what should we do?" The disciple who was refuted was unhappy and sat down on the ground. "She is going to treat us as food. Will she still show mercy and let us go?"

Ling You: "...Just bear with it."

"She just wants peace. If you can resolve the problem, she probably won't mind a little less 'nourishment'."

Disciple of Qingyun Sect: "..."

Other monks: "..."

Everyone had a stunned expression on their face, as if they couldn't believe what they heard at all, and every one of them had a dazed look on their face.

"Just want peace?"

Someone spoke vaguely, and the red and black clouds pressed down, making everyone fade several shades.

"What if we can't solve the problem?"

"That's okay, I'm actually quite gentle." Fan Ning, who was sitting on everyone's head, tilted his head and smiled. The cool breeze illuminated his cunning eyes, reflecting strange colors. "I will also 'deal with' you gently."

"I heard that she poisoned you? Don't worry, as her desire itself, I would never do such a low thing."

Fan Ning spoke slowly, the silver needle in his hand faintly flashing with a black light.

"I'll just let the dark side devour you... You'll lose your souls, but I'll lose my few remaining worries."

"Oh," she sighed again, rubbing the cold silver needle with her fingertips, casually curling the corners of her mouth, and putting pressure on people as if nothing had happened.

Even the system was stunned: [Host, are you planning to play the villain? Are you really being possessed?]

[Who are you looking down on?] Fan Ning sighed, leaning half of his body against the thick tree trunk, squinting his eyes and looking up at the strange colors in the sky.

The people below gathered together and discussed something in a low voice, and finally pushed forward a person with good eloquence to confront Fan Ning.

They offered to help Fan Ning find the soul here, and talked about the difference of this place, speculating that there might be some powerful treasures stored here - they even took out the treasure hunting objects to prove it, and even patted their chests to promise to give her the treasures here.

Then, a soothing breathing sound came from the tree trunk.

They had to discover in despair that Fan Ning had already fallen asleep.

Ling You could only say that he was not surprised by this.

He looked around at the monks, each with a unique expression, and thought to himself that this was just the beginning. They'd better be thankful that Fan Ning didn't speak, otherwise it might be someone who couldn't continue the conversation.

But Ling You would definitely not say that.

In a sense, Ling You was Fan Ning's perfect accomplice. He first casually said some words to comfort them, and then slowly got to the point.

"Actually, there's a solution," he said. "The dark side's possession of a body is not a one-time effort. If Fan Ning wakes up—"

A Qingyun Sect disciple asked, "What will happen?"

Ling You asked back: "What do you think?"

The second disciple of Qingyun Sect said: "Maybe it will eliminate the threat to us."

Ling You: “…”

Before he could organize his words to go against his conscience, he was refuted by another voice.

The first disciple of the Qingyun Sect rolled his eyes at the second disciple of the Qingyun Sect: "Don't you know who Fan Ning is? She only knows how to poison us!"

Ling You: "But you are still alive today. She is very... tolerant."

A disciple of Qingyun Sect: "..."

The second disciple of Qingyun Sect: "..."

The other monks who had been listening quietly whispered, "Isn't she still alive because she wants to squeeze more money to buy her life?"

Ling You: "That's what she thinks. If you all die, she will have no one to work in this secret realm... In short, Fan Ning values ​​your lives very much."

Everyone who heard this said: "."

They feel like they are finished.