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

Everyone who was swept by her eyes couldn't help but shrink.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. The one who actually made a bet with her was only that one monk. Why drag everyone into this?

...But Fan Ning didn't seem to think so.

Her expression was indifferent, but her beautiful eyes could no longer hide a hint of sarcasm and sharpness. Perhaps she didn't even want to hide it. With just one glance, everyone at this moment remembered the "shackles" on themselves.

They are the "betrayers" who need to beg for forgiveness.

The weapon tightly grasped in Fan Ning's hand always seemed like a sword hanging over everyone's head - and the hands holding the weapon were always cruel and never hesitated to destroy.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect suddenly woke up from their dream.

Among the other cultivators below, perhaps one or twelve are out of control, but all the disciples of their Qingyun Sect are bound to be wiped out.

"Fellow Daoist Fan Ning, I'm sorry. All that happened before was due to our narrow-mindedness. We were so distracted by the dangers and shortcuts that we forgot our duties as monks of the sect." Someone stood up. He was wearing the attire of a Qingyun Sect disciple. His expression gradually became calm, as if he had thought it through thoroughly. Then he quietly lowered his head towards Fan Ning and the others.

The disciples behind him fell silent. Some of them who were more naive carefully glanced at Qiu Yinong who was floating beside them. When they were sure that there was no sympathy or pity on the other's face for them, they silently put aside the little thoughts in their hearts.

The leader did not kneel, and the disciples behind him, one by one, also lowered their heads, which always prided themselves on being noble.

"...Will you accept it?" Ling You felt a little serious for no reason and turned to ask Fan Ning.

Fan Ning snorted and laughed, "I have no interest in embarrassing people who know what's good for them."

This is considered as acceptance.

All the cultivators of Qingyun Sect breathed a sigh of relief.

Fan Ning didn't look at them again, and turned her gaze to the other cultivators who had not expressed their opinions. Several of them did not participate in the weapon refining conference. Although their eyes showed some retreat when they looked at her, most of them were still fearless.

The first person to propose the bet was one of them.

He had originally wanted to earn a favor from the Qingyun Sect, but he hadn't expected things to develop to this point. He could no longer deny the answer in front of him and could only snort with his face turned sideways.

"…I'm sorry, I lost to you."

He lowered his head perfunctorily, probably because he was under the gaze of countless eyes in public, and the inconsolable resentment and pride in his heart soon emerged again.

These words were spoken to Ling You, and he had not forgotten who he had made the bet with.

Ling You frowned: "Is that it?"

He took a step forward, his deep eyes fixed dangerously on the other person, and sneered, "Is this the attitude you're supposed to take? Why do I remember you kneeling down and apologizing?"

"But they—"

"Can they be the same as you?" Ling You knew what nonsense this man would say. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to block the excuse he wanted to rely on.

"That's a matter between them and Fan Ning, but the other party in your bet is me."

Ling You pulled out a short knife from his waist and played with it in his palm. A faint green light fell into his pupils, like some kind of cold-blooded animal waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Do you want to break my appointment?"

The monk who was being stared at felt a chill down his spine. He looked over, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces one by one.

He had a good idea. As long as more people agreed with his stance, someone would stand up and remove the moral pressure, or even if someone was willing to face it with him, it would be fine.

But there was nothing.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect suddenly changed their expressions. They were always good at standing together, and when they made up their minds, the small voices would gradually become the majority.

And those monks who had once agreed with him... also looked away.

The monk suddenly realized that there was no one behind him and his teeth gritted. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, as if he was in a trance after suffering a major blow. He only felt that the face that he always thought was hateful had become blurred.

"Why don't you look at me! Did I do something wrong?"

He finally realized that he had been left behind.

Ling You snorted coldly, unable to bear this kind of hesitation and constant attempt to find excuses for himself any longer. The dagger in his hand flew up against the cold wind, brushed past the monk's pale face and cut off a clump of hair.

"I've already said it has nothing to do with right or wrong, you're just a loser."

Ling You was a little impatient. He had finally had enough of the cultivator in front of him who had to find a high-sounding reason for everything. He responded by flying forward and giving him a heart-breaking kick.

He kicked the man in the chest, twisted his shoulders and pushed him down, then recalled the dagger and struck him with the handle, paralyzing half of his body.

"If you lose, you just kowtow and admit your guilt. What's so hard to understand about that?" Ling You was puzzled. He raised his foot and stepped on the man. Seeing that the man still had a tight mouth, he laughed angrily. "You don't really think I dare not do anything to you, do you?"

"Or do you think that as long as you hold on to me, I will be forced to let you go?"

Fan Ning raised his right eye and said, "I was totally underestimated."

Ling You rolled his eyes. He suspected that if Fan Ning was here, the cultivator below might not choose to fight back at all.

"I always feel like I left a very strange impression on these people."

Fan Ning obviously had his own understanding of this: "After all, Ling You is just my little brother following behind me. They would rather believe that I can destroy the world than believe that you can really kill people."

"Wait, wait a minute," Lin Shouyue, who had just learned the whole story from other senior brothers, swallowed hard. God can see that his fear of Fan Ning's mouth has not completely dissipated, and he even subconsciously looks away when looking at him.

…but it’s already this time.

Lin Shouyue closed her eyes, but decided to step forward to mediate. "That's not what he meant. It's just that there are too many people here... He's a little, a little shy!"

Qiu Yinong, who was also watching from the sidelines, looked away.

She shouldn't have spoken, but everyone gathered here was not innocent in this matter... Apart from Lin Shouyue, she was the only one left at the center of the gambling.

Qiu Yinong still didn't want to see the monks killing each other, "Let's leave them a place to solve the problem."

She suggested in a low voice, and after confirming that Fan Ning didn't show any obvious emotion, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief and hid behind a tree with Lin Shouyue to set an example.

Others followed one after another, and in the end only Fan Ning was left, a person no one dared to really go up and persuade.

"I'm a soft-hearted person," she thought about her good temper today, then turned around and didn't leave. She spoke quietly, "I don't have time to waste anymore. My time is very precious."