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

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling You's flying silver needle took a step ahead.

The needle and blood were nailed to the thick tree trunk opposite. The monk who had just spoken felt a chill on his neck and lowered his head to touch his hands covered with poisonous blood.

Monk: “!!!”

His body went limp and he fell backwards.

"This is really troublesome," Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, and took another silver needle from Ling You's hand. With a smile on her face, she fiddled with it for a while and asked, "You're really quick this time. You want to snatch this person from me?"

Fan Ning's tone rose slightly, as if he was really asking seriously.

——If she hadn’t put the poisoned needle against Ling You’s neck.

"Are you angry with me because of them?" Ling You's bloodshot eyes flashed, and he gripped her wrist tightly with his right hand, breaking the poison needle in half.

“I’m angry, too,” he said.

The needle with two broken sections fell to the ground. Fan Ning looked a little surprised, as if he had seen something new. He pinched the soft flesh on Ling You's face with his free hand.

"Angry, then what?"

She smiled and said, "Do you still want to do something to me?"

Then she turned her gaze to the group of people next to her and stared at them for a long time, making people's hair stand on end.

"He, he seems to be even darker..."

The monks were terrified. The disciple standing in the front silently hugged his senior brother who fell in front of him, and tactfully dissuaded Fan Ning with his eyes.

And Fanning...

Fan Ning looked at the evil energy spreading towards him, his eyes raised, and his tone became more excited.

"Are you mad at me because of these people?" She pulled the hand that was tightly gripping her wrist forward, pushing the man against the nearest tree trunk. She practically whispered in his ear, "The demonic energy is almost rushing towards my face... You're really different from him."

If it were Ling You, at this moment, he would probably try to cover up the truth and escape.

Fan Ning reached out to pry open the hilt of the sword that seemed to be locked in his palm. When he touched the extremely hot temperature, he couldn't help but smile in his ear.

"You don't want to let go so much?"

Ling You didn't say anything, but his body moved forward involuntarily, and the tips of his ears were burning.

Compared to Fan Ning, who had his back to the others, he could see more people's expressions from his perspective, including fear, panic, and even contempt... Under normal circumstances, every look could become the fuse that ignited his action.

But this time it was different.

Fan Ning forcibly occupied his entire heart. Wherever the breath passed, every empty space was filled with strong emotions, and the positions of other people became blurred in front of his eyes.

"I want you," Ling You's Adam's apple rolled, and his mouth was so poor that he could only utter these few words.

"I want you……"

"Shh," Fan Ning broke free from his restraints and placed her finger on the open lips, "That's not how you say it."

"It's not 'want me', it's 'want to belong to me'."

She chuckled and put her finger between her lips, as if to stop that mouth from saying something she didn't want to hear.

"Everyone has left, right? Now, have you figured it out?"

Fan Ning looked at the pair of hawk-like eyes with some distress. They were blood red and sharp as if they seemed to swallow her whole.

His tongue was suppressed and he could not speak, but the black energy on his body did not dissipate at all, and even became thicker.

The system was so irritated by this scene that it could not say anything. It could only carefully avoid Ling You's overly strong gaze and warn him: [Host, he doesn't seem to be very rational right now. Wouldn't you... be counterproductive if you did this?]

Maybe it will piss people off!

Fan Ning laughed, but Ling You still wanted to argue with her at this time and put his arm around her waist.

"Have you thought about it?"

"No," Ling You stared at her slightly loosened hand and said vaguely: "...you have to stay here with me."

Fan Ning covered his mouth again, and while he was stunned, he inserted his leg between his knees, pressed him against the tree trunk, and waited for a while before pulling out the sword from his hand.

The hilt of the sword quickly became hot as it fell into her hand. Fan Ning snorted lightly and looked down at the long sword that was gradually being swept away by dust.

In less than a minute, the dark side that had been suppressed in my heart began to stir.

"So this is what it feels like..." Fan Ning felt it was strange. He quickly released Ling You, whose eyes were red, and began to fiddle with the sword carefully.

[Host, how come it has no effect on you at all...]

The system was shocked, repeatedly looking at the "Charming Attribute" scanned out. For a moment, it couldn't even focus on the current situation, and couldn't stop asking questions. [This sword... even according to the information on paper, it is very easy to give rise to inner demons.]

The inner demon is no joke, and its creation has nothing to do with the state of mind itself.

Could it be that……

[You don't think I'm strong-willed enough to completely resist desire, do you?]

Fan Ning found it a little funny. She raised her eyebrows as she looked at Ling You, whose eyes were gradually fading as he walked to her side.

"Determination has more than just this one meaning. As for me... I never deny my desires."

The system recalled the conversation before Mirror Lake and complained tiredly: [You are trying to make fun of them again...]

"No, I'm very honest."

Fan Ning stroked the dent on the sword. Perhaps realizing that he had hit a tough target, the sword body that had been hiding its light began to gradually change.

A golden light flashed by, and all the monks still on the ground raised their heads in unison.

"That's..." The monk who first noticed the abnormality opened his mouth wide, pointing at a small ghost that sprang out from the dark red sky, his face pale, "What is that thing—"

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw the sky changing.

——The dark red haze dissipated as if it had been washed away.

Everyone who saw it below started running in the same direction.

Even if they just escaped from there.

On the other side, the two people who were welcoming the ghost falling from the sky didn't even bat an eyelid.

Fan Ning was still holding the sword in his hand. Seeing this, he just casually raised the sword and made a sword flower, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"There really is a sword spirit... But can you be considered a sword spirit in your current state?"

"Give it back to me!" The shapeless black and red ghost jumped in the air. It looked very angry, but it seemed to be afraid of something and was reluctant to come closer.

"If it's really yours, then it's fine, but can you call it?" Fan Ning said with a half-smile, and plunged the sword into the ground again. "I've never heard of a sword spirit that grew by devouring the soul of its owner."

"It can even break away from the sword without permission... What's going on? Is there something hidden inside?"

Fan Ning tilted his head, seemingly making a random guess, but his fingers accurately found the location where the golden light disappeared.

The ghost's movements suddenly stiffened.