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

"Sure enough, there is something..." Fan Ning raised his eyebrows, not really surprised.

The ghost choked, twisted and jumped in the air, as if it wanted to refute.

But, he rolled around for several times without saying a word.

He wanted to get closer but was afraid of something, so he ended up causing the soul to keep deforming.

Fan Ning laughed at it: "Is it so difficult to say 'no'? Should I say you are cautious or timid? Are you so afraid that I will do something to the things in here?"

"You--" The ghost was completely enraged and expanded several times in an instant.

The red and black fireworks rolled before his eyes, and in a few breaths they approached Fan Ning, whose expression remained unchanged.

Fan Ning opened his eyes slightly, and the next second, a pair of slender hands came out from the side and held down the angry ghost.

"You should be more careful," Ling You sighed, his eyes, which had returned to their original state, evaded a little, "...It's always like this."

"Is this a complaint?" Fan Ning smiled, touched the ghost that had no entity, and raised his hand to pull out the long sword embedded in the ground.

"You have to try it to find out. I'm really curious about what you are."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're about to disappear too, right?"

Fan Ning lowered his eyes and watched the little thing that was so arrogant just now start to shrink back, extremely frightened of the long sword that was already in front of him.

Ling You frowned, and the spiritual power in his hands increased, binding the small ball more firmly.

"no, do not want--"

A sharp and mournful voice pierced the sky, as if the little fireball that was about to go out in the next second suddenly broke through the last layer of shackles, and as the voice disappeared, it turned into a dazzling red spirit bead.

"Ok?"

Fan Ning looked at the thin layer of black air covering the spirit bead and felt that it seemed familiar.

"Is this... resentment?" Ling You saw it more clearly than she did, his pupils shrinking for a moment. "This concentration must only appear after death, and there must be more than one person who died."

His expression suddenly became serious.

The crisis response that erupted in his subconscious made him withdraw the hand that wanted to touch.

The red spirit bead, freed from its shackles, slowly rose to the air, and the sky, as clear as water, was once again drawn down into darkness. Fan Ning frowned, feeling the faint movement of the dark side in his body, and he let out an impatient click of his tongue.

"Is this the same trick again?"

According to this fluctuation, he actually wants to expose the dark side of everyone through self-destruction?

This method has no effect on Fan Ning, and has limited effect on Ling You, but...

Fan Ning looked calmly at the group of people running towards them.

"Fan Ning!" Ling You, sensing her thoughts, felt uneasy and subconsciously blocked her view. "...You should know what's going on!"

Self-destruction, no matter what it is, the destruction brought about by abandoning everything is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary human power.

All I have to do is wait, all I have to do is watch it complete and it will be over...

"After all, what do those people's affairs have to do with us?"

"Pfft," Fan Ning said, amused. She glanced sideways, her long hair draped behind her being stirred by the constant wind, tangling with the smoke in the air. "I'm really surprised to hear you say that... Let me think, haven't you always wanted to let them go?"

"Or, you've given so many words of advice, but this is the only time you really mean it?"

Fan Ning looked up at him, his gaze fell on the other's somewhat confused eyes, and he reached out to cover his right eye.

Her grip was not tight, but Ling You's heart was in turmoil and he stopped struggling.

In front of them are ghosts that are constantly restless and want to drag everything down into destruction, and behind them are monks who are shouting for support.

The red light covered his eyes, and Ling You still looked dazed until the warm hands were withdrawn from his sight.

——Everything seemed to be happening again in front of him.

He stared at Fan Ning who was walking up alone, with the kind of eyes that were rekindled in the midst of destruction, as if the person in front of him was not facing a crisis, but flames rising into the sky.

"It's rare to see you with such an amusing expression. Just wait here for me and welcome my return."

She was rarely so affectionate.

Ling You raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled softly. Without waiting for the crowd chasing him, he stood up and walked towards Fan Ning's back.

"I'm sorry, mother," he said, lowering his eyes and covering his heart with his hand. His voice was unexpectedly calm. "I really can't live up to your last expectation. The dull life in the world of immortal cultivation is a bit too boring."

An ominous demonic aura began to emanate from Ling You. He closed his eyes, and the expression on his face finally disappeared completely.

"Fan Ning," he shouted upwards.

Fan Ning tilted his head in mid-air and stretched out his hand.

In an instant, all barriers were broken, and they finally tore off the last mask hidden here and moved forward together.

"You're a little late," Fan Ning sighed, "I thought you weren't going to come out of your shell."

"Ah," Ling You said casually, "If you die here, I'll be at a great loss."

He turned his face away unnaturally, and his two clasped hands hung in the middle, suspended under the red light that could no longer be restrained.

"No! We can't help at all in this situation!"

Anxious voices continued to be heard from underground.

After all, they are all cultivators. Even if they are not familiar with such situations, they should understand something or two. What's more... the breath of destruction is almost hitting them in the face.

They were completely defenseless and couldn't escape from here in a short time.

"Damn it, why am I always so unlucky! Am I really going to die here?"

"If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have come in. It was clearly to save someone..."

"..."

The two people standing in the air waiting for the opportunity listened calmly to the farce below.

Fan Ning yawned. No matter how unreasonable the words were passing through her ears, her expression remained unchanged.

He even took out a few juicy fruits from his Qiankun bag.

"Here you go," she also threw one to Ling You.

Ling You looked at the strange spiritual fruit that was illuminated by the red light and fell into deep thought.

"...Perhaps, we should respect it?"

"Truthfully?" Fan Ning glanced at him.

Ling You was silent for a moment, then admitted defeat: "...Just take it as the truth."

"Are you so sure you can get away with it?"

"Perhaps, it's all about consumption. As long as I can withstand its self-destruction, maybe I can have an unusually rich life." Fan Ning narrowed his eyes, and just after finishing the last bite of the fruit, he smashed the core on the head of a cultivator who was making the most noise on the ground.

Ling You frowned, noticing a hint of weakness in her voice, and reached out to support her.

"...What did you do?" he asked, the strength in his palms tightening, and his tone was slightly out of control.