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

"..."

"That's it?"

Fan Ning booed without giving any face.

The booed monk's face flushed crimson, old and new grudges surging in his chest. He couldn't help but roar at the top of his lungs, "This is a gamble involving our dignity! Are you afraid? You don't dare to bet with me, set us free, or kneel down to apologize to me?"

The corners of Fan Ning's mouth gradually smoothed out.

Seeing this, Ling You held her hand and comforted her gently, then looked at the monk who was speaking with a headache.

The surroundings were very quiet. I don't know where they got the courage from, but they actually dared to imagine that Fan Ning would kneel down and apologize.

Ling You believed that he was pretending to be very good-tempered, but when faced with the current situation, even though he had made a lot of mental preparations, he couldn't help it for a moment.

People are really complicated. The monks who were willing to give up everything to support them just a moment ago, once again chose to remain silent when they were touched upon a possible "covered conspiracy".

Ling You's originally gentle attitude towards them gradually cooled.

He subconsciously tightened his hands clasped with Fan Ning's, his eyes sharp as a torch, and he nodded calmly in agreement.

"I'll bet you," Ling You said, "your dignity isn't enough to make Fan Ning look askance, but I'm really a little angry."

"The loser will kneel down and apologize. Every one of you counts. Don't try to come up with other excuses later."

Ling You sneered. The weak sunlight falling on him still seemed to be covered by a layer of fog.

"Very boring," Fan Ning commented on their united hatred of a common enemy. Finally, he turned around and took a step forward, taking the initiative and walking upstairs with Ling You.

Her pace was still steady, as if she was not affected in the slightest by their words. However, only Ling You, who was close to her, knew clearly what expression this person had when he said those three words.

Fan Ning is a person who likes to watch the fun, likes to jump over everyone's bottom line, and never hesitates to show his badness.

But this time - the smile on her lips never appeared again.

"Fellow Daoist Fanning...?"

Seeing her come back in a rage, Lin Shouyue was a little confused.

The young monk, who had regained some spirit, stood under a tall tree, feeling the cool breeze around him. However, when he looked carefully, there was still no one there.

The cultivator who had been a little nervous just now suddenly stood up straight, lowered his eyes and looked down at Fan Ning who was unmoved. The more he looked at him, the angrier he became.

"Do you have anything else to quibble about? Apart from us, there's no Senior Sister Qiu here!"

The monk spoke with such force that he was completely unaware that the wind around him grew even louder the moment he uttered the last word.

Lin Shouyue frowned, thinking he was still arguing about the previous incident, so she explained in a gentle voice, "Senior Sister Qiu is right here. I really didn't lie to you before—I also picked up a lot of Senior Sister Qiu's things. Those are fine..."

"Bang" sound.

The impatient monk nailed his sword to the tree behind him. Seeing this, the people around him hurriedly comforted him and advised Lin Shouyue a few words in a bad mood.

"Stop lying. Is there anyone else here besides you?"

"Even if you are bewitched by fantasy, you shouldn't make the same mistake over and over again!"

"If you insist on doing this, once we eliminate the evil spirit and leave this place, we will definitely not cover up for you in front of the Sect Master..."

After saying this, he still felt that his earnest advice was quite like that of a senior brother, and even Fan Ning and the other two who were silent beside Lin Shouyue were affected.

"And you, you should have been different from everyone else from the very beginning. What's there to defend now? Kneel down and admit your mistakes as soon as possible, so that this matter can be put to rest sooner. Qingyun Sect and Yueli Sect still have some affection for each other. If you are willing to admit your mistakes, for the sake of the relationship between the two sects, the other cultivators will certainly not hold it against you..."

"Don't bother with us?" Fan Ning said in a strange tone.

She was finally amused, and with her slender fingers she broke off a branch from the tree and drew a simple formation on the ground in a few strokes.

Ling You noticed something, and then hesitantly thought of what she had said before and asked, "This is..."

"Inject spiritual power according to the strokes," Fan Ning didn't look at him. After completing the last stroke, he curled the corners of his mouth and looked at the group of people opposite him with a provocative look.

They were stunned and before they could react, they were hit by the spiritual power that suddenly surged up from the ground.

A group of monks were caught off guard and pushed back several steps. They finally stopped and before they could ask any questions, they were completely shocked by the figure that suddenly appeared in the formation.

Qiu Yinong was not a cultivator without any memories. In fact, because he had been suppressing evil spirits outside for many years, the leader of Qingyun Sect used him as an example to inspire new disciples.

Clear as the moon, the sword intent is awe-inspiring.

She was still wearing the clean and tidy disciple uniform she had worn before her death. The moment she raised her eyes, it was impossible to deny the reality that had existed.

"I didn't expect to see this happen again," Qiu Yinong smiled, looking gently at the stunned Lin Shouyue, and nodded at him, "Thank you, Junior Brother. If it weren't for your persistence, I probably wouldn't have known... There really are people who remember me."

"Senior Sister, you have saved so many people...how could you be forgotten?" Lin Shouyue wiped her dry eyes. Her eye circles were red, but no more tears fell.

The monks who witnessed all this opened their mouths, and when they heard these words, some of the more shy ones even showed expressions of shame.

Fan Ning clapped his hands at the right moment, "Well, can the bet be fulfilled?"

"Bet?"

Qiu Yinong was a little surprised, and when she saw everyone's expressions, she understood something. Even her gentle smile faded for a moment.

"Have the disciples of Qingyun Sect started bullying people like this?"

She was a little disappointed, but her years of gentleness prevented her from saying anything too harsh. Only the emotion in her eyes became sharper. "Is this how you listen to the Sect Master's teachings?"

The Qingyun Sect disciples who were named fell silent.

They have always been the chosen ones of heaven, boasting of their unparalleled skills. Other cultivators have to coax them in a nice way in order to get better magic weapons - this has always been the case in the past.

The sect leader values ​​geniuses, and the seniors are arrogant... but Fan Ning appears.

All her actions were like sharp, painful and dull slaps, hitting every Qingyun Sect disciple evenly in the face. She was not even at a disadvantage when facing the Sect Master.

She is so capable, so does that mean everything they insisted on in the past was wrong?

"I didn't tell you anything about right or wrong."

Someone whispered this, but Fan Ning sneered and unceremoniously explained the situation.

"I just followed the bet."

"You want to break the agreement in front of me..." She narrowed her eyes dangerously, "Then don't blame me for making you taste the consequences of not keeping your promise."

"The fireworks at the weapon refining conference were beautiful, weren't they?"