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

"I'm just giving those idiots a chance to live," Fan Ning chuckled, casually wiping the blood from his mouth, and added, "I have no intention of making them disappear right now."

"What about you?" Ling You tightened his grip on her waist and couldn't help but ask, "What do you think you are, blocking the power of the self-explosion alone?"

"Savior?!"

Fan Ning blinked and couldn't help laughing: "I don't have such grand ideas. Saving people or killing people, it doesn't make much difference to me."

"It's just that they shouldn't die now. Causing trouble and then pushing others into death—that's not my style."

Fan Ning said casually, "I'll handle the situation, and they can live as they please. If they can't live, they can die on their own. It has nothing to do with me."

Ling You was shocked by her words.

He had never seen anyone do this. In adversity, who would care about the lives of innocent people? The strong survive, the weak die... Those rules and emotions taught him this.

"It seems that it is almost ready," Fan Ning pried away Ling You's hand that fell unconsciously on him. It was rare that he didn't say anything provocative. He raised his eyebrows and took the lead in using his weapon.

——That ancient dagger.

Ling You was standing side by side with her, and his brows furrowed when he saw this.

He opened his mouth and was about to remind someone when he saw a drop of blood suddenly on the ordinary dagger.

"What a rare opportunity, it's coming again," Fan Ning became completely alert, or rather, she was a little too alert.

He went up directly with the dagger that turned into a blood sword!

The system was so frightened that it screamed: [Host, wait a minute—the system just upgraded!]

Fan Ning read it but didn't reply.

In the same situation was Ling You, who was suddenly released on the spot. He was alone in resisting the attack from above and below. He was so hasty that he was overwhelmed for a while.

Ling You: “…”

Ling You gritted his teeth and asked, "We agreed to fight side by side!"

Fan Ning's frivolous voice floated out from the hidden red light.

"Did I promise?" She said with a smile, her tone stained with blood, revealing an irreversible sharpness. "But if you insist... I will definitely do it next time!"

Ling You was helpless: "No, let's not let this happen again..."

Saying this is like a difficult prophecy! If it comes true again - I have a feeling it will be an even more spectacular scene.

"She's really..."

Ling You watched the rapidly rising red light engulf Fan Ning, and listened to the tearing sound inside like a strong wind, and suddenly he felt a hint of anticipation.

What was he looking forward to? He himself couldn't explain it.

"Fan Ning, did you go in?"

The monks below finally noticed something was wrong, but before they had time to sort out the cause and effect, they watched helplessly as the catastrophe that was about to break out... was suppressed by two figures in the sky.

Someone belatedly spoke up, "They're saving us... What should we do?"

The Qingyun Sect cultivator who was still holding the wounded man silently took out his Qiankun bag and poured out everything inside without saying a word.

"I can't help," he said sullenly, placing the person he was dragging on the ground and burying his head in the pile of magical weapons of various grades. "...I can only do what I can to help."

"As a weapon refiner——something that can be done."

He piled those things together and pressed them with both hands. Several different spiritual power circuits slowly appeared in the air. They were like stars in the night sky. Before anyone could pick them up, they shattered like light and shadow.

The weapon refiners who understood the situation also stood up. The cultivator who had criticized Fan Ning was even more unhappy - but their actions were still consistent.

"...Forget it, it's all for self-rescue. If you lose your life, you'll really lose everything."

More and more cultivators stood up. They looked at the countless magic weapons piled together. Whether they were precious or mediocre... at this moment, they were just consumables that would soon appear in the hands of the weapon refiner.

Several streams of spiritual power soared into the sky, breaking free from the constraints of the instruments. The magic weapons that had once made them light lamps all night and exhaust their efforts became the most original reserves of spiritual power, twisting into a rope in front of everyone and soaring into the sky.

Ling You, who was guarding the periphery, felt it.

He glanced sideways downwards, and in just a moment, his eyes were sparkling with the spiritual power that came like a spring breeze.

Ling You widened his eyes.

"We won't keep hiding behind you!"

"Don't underestimate the weapon refiner...the weapon refiner can do so much!"

"Damn it, whose magical weapon is this? It's too high-grade to be refined!"

"..."

The noisy clamor rose up again, and Ling You's spiritual power continued to surge. He lowered his eyes to look at his hands that were already surrounded by demonic energy, and suddenly he couldn't control his laughter.

Ling You had to admit that at this moment, he suddenly became curious about the world of immortal cultivation through his mother's eyes.

if it is like this……

That's not bad either.

The spiritual energy as bright as the moon filled up again, gently and firmly covering up the traces of the demonic energy that once existed.

The clear sky was half blocked again.

But at this time he was not alone. Under the supply of spiritual power behind him that had been squeezed to the extreme, even the state that had been stagnant for a long time showed signs of loosening.

...Has Fan Ning ever thought about the current situation?

Ling You thought about it and condensed his spiritual power into a strong net, trapping every dark thing that wanted to escape from its confinement.

But it is impossible to do more.

He listened quietly to the subtle sounds coming from inside, suppressed the last bit of his demonic energy and wanted to break in to check the situation, but he bumped into a smiling face.

It’s Fanning.

Her face was covered in blood and her clothes were torn, as if she had been through a fierce battle.

"You're really stealing the show, Ling You," Fan Ning wiped the blood off his face and casually walked out of the bright red fireworks. He greeted him cheerfully, "You look fine. Are all the people down there alive?"

Ling You looked at her, his eyes fell on the bloodstains hanging from the other's palm, and then looked away without leaving a trace.

"Is it over?" he asked.

Fan Ning's words were a little vague, and he pulled Ling You's arm down, "Maybe, if it's just one thing."

The vague words made Ling You feel a little scared.

He fell silent, withdrew his thoughts from Fan Ning's somewhat crazy smile, and began to think.

"You don't mean... that you only solved the self-destruct crisis?"

Fan Ning nodded. Just then the wind blew another fallen leaf. She casually pressed it with her fingertips, her face calm as if 'nothing happened'.

Indeed, nothing happened.

The monks who rushed over without stopping when they saw someone coming down only heard Fan Ning's light words:

"Well, let's just say we've solved half of it. It can't die like this. After all... it's already swallowed the exit."