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

Two hours later, the monk who ran the farthest brought back good news.

The weird atmosphere between the two of them ended without any result.

Ling You stood beside Fan Ning as usual, and the short knife in his hand kept flashing silver light in everyone's eyes.

The monk who ran to the front silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his hands together, and respectfully handed something wrapped in black cloth to Fan Ning.

"Is this... a sword?" Fan Ning stretched out her fingers and stroked the slightly exposed corner of the scabbard. A thoughtful expression appeared on her face. She asked in return, "This thing doesn't look like a powerful magic weapon... It's a broken sword, without any sword spirit. Unless, you have discovered something."

The cultivator, feeling as if he had been swept away, spoke hurriedly: "This is... the relic of a senior sister from the Qingyun Sect."

"It looks like it was dug out from the ground. Well... there is indeed a lot of blood on it." Fan Ning handed the wrapped sword to Ling You behind him, clapped his hands without much concern, and his eyes slowly fell on the increasingly strange sky above his head.

"You're saying this sword caused all this?" She thought for a moment, then pinched her chin absentmindedly. "That doesn't seem to convince me. A sword without a spirit is useless without its master—don't you, weapon refiners, know that?"

"But it houses the remaining soul of our senior sister!" The disciple of Qingyun Sect, who had always suppressed his temper, became a little anxious and shouted in the crowd.

After shouting this, he glanced at Fan Ning, and after confirming that the other person's expression hadn't changed, he added sullenly, "It reacted with Senior Sister's half-broken disciple token."

"None of us have ever seen a sword that can contain souls, let alone this is Senior Sister's relic." The Qingyun Sect disciple paused, turned his head and stared at the small package in Ling You's hand, muttering unwillingly, "This is already a very powerful magic weapon. If it returns to Qingyun Sect, I wonder how many people it can benefit... It's clearly Senior Sister's relic."

Such complaints were not fully continued.

Almost as soon as he finished biting the last word, a hand appeared from behind and covered his mouth.

"He didn't mean anything else. He just didn't want Senior Sister to die in a foreign land. I hope Fellow Daoist Fan Ning won't blame me."

Fan Ning glanced at them and smiled, "Why should I be surprised? It's human nature. I can understand."

"So you want to give it back to them?" Ling You asked her.

All the disciples of Qingyun Sect raised their eyes in anticipation.

Fan Ning smiled and tilted her head to look around. Everywhere she looked, she saw all kinds of faces that left her with no interest.

"How rude of you to ask me such a question." She clenched her outstretched fingers, the smile on her face quickly disappearing, followed by a look like the abyss. "You're pushing it too far. Am I a little too easy to talk to?"

The leading Qingyun Sect disciple was somewhat indignant: "This kind of thing is useless in your hands... Uh, uh!"

"Stop talking," the fellow student behind him was so disappointed that he covered the man's mouth and pulled him back.

Ling You was amused by what he saw. He untied the cloth wrapped around the scabbard in a few seconds and pulled out the sword in front of everyone as if he was fiddling with some worthless thing.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Fan Ning looked back, his eyes fell on the sword that was as shiny as new, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

The change in an instant was enough for her to sense that something was wrong.

"Ling You, throw it away!" Fan Ning made a quick decision.

But this time, she did not get the response as expected.

Ling You, who was holding the hilt of the sword, seemed to be bewitched by something, and a black aura began to emerge from his body uncontrollably.

Everyone present was shocked.

“Demon, demonic energy…!”

I don't know who spoke first, but the monks who were just gathered around the scabbard took a big step back.

"Fan Ning—" The cultivator who first responded looked at her hesitantly, as if trying to find a sense of security in her. "Haven't you also been possessed by the Dark Side? Think of a way..."

Fan Ning: “…”

Fan Ning felt a slight headache for the first time in a long time.

How could she know the feeling of being possessed? After all, usually, she was the one who retaliated against the other party.

This victim perspective...she really knows nothing.

"Fan Ning...?"

Ling moved, his eyes, as if swallowed by ink, stared around in a circle before finally falling on Fan Ning himself.

And once he fell, he stopped moving.

Fan Ning was slightly interested and raised his hand lazily: "Here, even though I'm possessed, I still remember my name. Should I be touched?"

The monk who heard this said: “……?”

"Now's not the time to flirt, is it?"

"But Ling You is still talking about Fan Ning... Tsk, he's a bit too clingy."

"So what do we do now? There's nothing we can do. Can we run away?"

There was a commotion in the crowd. Someone tentatively threw a piece of wood in front of Ling You, and the whole scene fell silent.

"I, I was careless..."

Ling You: “…”

Ling You tilted his head, his tone colder than the frozen dried fish under the cliff of regret, "I'm not stupid yet."

Fan Ning continued with a smile, "Theoretically, the dark side is the deepest desire... Unless Ling You wants to become a fool, otherwise, it's better for you to stay calm."

Upon hearing this, the monks who had tried to slip away stopped moving silently.

At the same time, a strange idea came into their minds.

——Dark side, can it still improve your cultivation?

In this state, Ling You does not look like a Golden Elixir, but rather like a mature cultivator who has already passed the Nascent Soul stage.

Just one look from him made them feel much scarier than Ling You himself.

"Put away your little toys." Fan Ning glanced at the silver light flashing through the bushes. He maintained a calm expression, but his words still couldn't hide his disdain. "I don't know whose idea it was, but these little toys can't hurt us."

"It would just be embarrassing if I left it there."

The monk felt a chill down his spine when his thoughts were exposed.

No one dared to claim the things in the grass, and Fan Ning felt even more bored. He took out a scimitar from Ling You's waist and threw it at him.

The sharp edge split the crossbow arrow into two.

"We just want to prevent any unexpected situations," the leading Qingyun Sect disciple stepped forward again. He cautiously glanced at Ling You, who hadn't taken any action yet, and his words were all repetitive. "We just want to protect the cultivators present. After all, accidents here are hard to guard against."

"I understand," Fan Ning nodded, not commenting on the "sincere" reasons they put forward.

"Aren't you just afraid of being killed by me? What's so shameful about that? After all... I really would do it."

Fan Ning changed the subject, his expression unchanged except for the initial tightening of his lips. "Although I'm not a murderer, it's just a coincidence... the person who wants to attack me happens to be one of the options."