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

Qiu Yinong paused, as if considering where to begin.

There was another silence. The cool breeze died down for a long time before a faint sad voice could be heard in the air.

"If it weren't for me, it would have become a powerful spiritual weapon, capable of containing desires and guiding souls... Who else would it be better to meet than me?"

"So, you regret it?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow, understanding the implicit meaning, and couldn't help but look more serious. "Does it feel the same way?"

The wind fell silent again.

Fan Ning repeated it again without getting tired of it.

Ling You, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help but look over, as if wanting to know what Qiu Yinong had said that amused her and made her smile.

"……I have no idea."

Fan Ning sighed: "I've heard this sentence enough recently."

"It's clearly a relationship between a master and a spiritual weapon, right? The fact that it treats you this way means they've chosen each other, right? Why is there so much to worry about?"

"You won't understand," Qiu Yinong seemed a little depressed, and the voice in the wind added a layer of sadness, "You talented people will never know my suffering."

Fan Ning stepped on the branch at his feet with a "click" sound and broke it.

"Well, go on," her face remained calm, and her smile even widened when she heard these words.

Ling You couldn't help but shift his gaze slightly.

"I'm always one step behind my peers. Even if I work harder than them, I'll still only receive a 'passable' evaluation the next day."

"I don't understand what I should do, what is more valuable... I have tried, but I still can't do it."

"I can't do much more, and I can't lie to those elderly elders when they look at me expectantly... They always think I'm talented and intelligent, and even accepted into a large sect... So whenever there's anything unusual, they send people to find me."

"Once, twice, three times...but evil spirits can never be eradicated," Qiu Yinong seemed to smile, and his tone became softer when he recalled the past.

There was no resentment, no anger, only some helpless sadness.

"...The time I was saved by my junior sister, I was thinking, I wish I were a genius too."

"I don't have to worry about my facade of prosperity being punctured that one time. I can stand before them with dignity, no longer having to worry about every call... But I still don't have enough talent."

"I was lucky enough to meet Huiyue once, but I didn't give it the honor it deserved when it was alive. Even in death, it has become a shackle that binds it."

Fan Ning suddenly smiled gently: "So that's how it is... If you don't have a natural talent for spiritual power, it will indeed be a bit difficult."

Ling You remembered something and suddenly turned his head to look at Fan Ning who was speaking indifferently.

"Fan Ning, you..."

"You're right," Fan Ning noticed this gaze, put her wrist on Ling You and patted him, then nodded without any concern.

"You just said that I wouldn't know your suffering... and you're absolutely right."

Fan Ning snorted, then pressed the corners of his mouth in a serious manner, putting on a serious expression, "After all, my spiritual veins are blocked, so I can't even complete the most basic training."

The cool breeze surrounding them obviously stopped for a moment.

Every time Qiu Yinong thought about the outcome she would be waiting for, her originally gentle tone became even more forced: "Then, then you..."

"I'm living a good life. Even though those powerful monks have become useless and can only serve as a pity, I can still crush them under my feet."

Ling You, who was following her, twitched his lips: "What a satisfying comeback..."

"Who made those monks only say things like 'what a shame' and 'God is jealous of talented people', but can't think of a way to change things? They bumped into me, and I'm not used to bowing my head."

Qiu Yinong laughed softly.

She sighed deeply, and even her words became unclear.

“…That’s really, really great.”

"I have no intention of trapping anyone. If you wish, please erase me."

"I have no intention of erasing you either," Fan Ning glanced at the empty space ahead, thought for a moment, and said, "To be able to retain your soul in a place like this... maybe this is a kind of talent."

Ling You realized something and was a little surprised: "You mean, her continued existence is not due to the mutated Liuyan Stone and the Huiyue Sword?"

"I don't know much about Huiyue. It might have done a lot to keep its master, but the prerequisite for accomplishing all this is that its master had to have managed to survive being assimilated and swallowed by Mirror Lake from the very beginning."

"This isn't something that can be accomplished with willpower alone. As for that mutated stone, its original appearance was just an ordinary flowing stone."

Qiu Yinong was stunned.

She was no longer in human form, but the moment she heard these words, she still froze in mid-air for a long time, as if she was overloaded with information and unable to think.

"How is this possible..." she murmured, "I'm just a mediocre monk. Isn't it true that I can't do anything?"

"Then let's give it a try," Fan Ning thought for a moment, supporting his chin with his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth in delight. "Who knows, maybe Jinghu Lake can be a good place for you to practice?"

"Soul Cultivator... maybe that's the name?"

She looked at Ling You, who nodded with a complicated expression, "There is indeed such a way of cultivation, but the techniques are very demanding, and there are not many methods of cultivation that have been passed down."

"And she's...about to disappear, right?"

Can we really wait until then?

Ling You pursed his dry lips, opened his mouth, and said the cruel word.

"This isn't difficult to solve," Fan Ning said. "Hasn't Huiyue already found the answer? It trapped itself in your fantasy memories, and the sword it left behind is for you to live in."

"Although the Liuyan Stone is destroyed, there are still many opportunities."

Fan Ning noticed the cautious hope floating in the air and smiled vaguely, "Hold on a little longer. This Mirror Lake will bring you unexpected surprises."

"But you have to take good care of your Huiyue. The path it has chosen for you is a purely consuming method of nourishing one's soul with another."

"...Can this method really help us survive the thunder tribulation?" Ling You asked.

"Yes, but it had bad luck and was counterattacked not long after it started."

The person who was actually fighting back smiled and said with interest:

"And even if it succeeds, unless she directly reshapes her personality, a gentle person like Miss Qiu will probably be shattered by the thunder."

Fan Ning curled her lips, turned her head and looked at Qiu Yinong, who had disappeared into thin air, and said in a low voice, "After all, you're still thinking of using yourself to protect the sword spirit that got into trouble. This level of tolerance is rare."