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

"Fellow Daoist Fan Ning is indeed a very good person," Qiu Yinong smiled gently when he heard these words unexpectedly.

The people around did not agree with it, and even Lin Shouyue had to endure it again and again before she whispered about what happened before, thinking of not letting her senior sister be deceived by her.

"...You said Fellow Daoist Fan Ning threatened you?" Qiu Yinong was a little surprised, but she quickly reacted, quickly composed herself, and asked back, "If Fellow Daoist Fan Ning was really like what you imagined, how could you still be alive today?"

"Killing everyone right from the start would have been the safest option, wouldn't it?" She paused, ignoring the vibrant expressions on everyone else's faces. She simply speculated, "Miss Jiang chose to betray. She could have simply blamed everything on her. Presumably, for the sake of the Nine-Petal Demonic Lotus, she wouldn't mind accepting such an arrangement."

"Also... although Fellow Daoist Fan Ning's cultivation is not obvious, judging from her abilities, if she really wants to leave here, it might not even be worth considering."

Qiu Yinong smiled, thinking of a sword spirit that was still sleeping, and said with a hint of nostalgia: "Huiyue has always been stubborn. If she hadn't been desperate and couldn't win, she wouldn't have exposed me."

"Have you really come this far by yourself?"

The monks who were struck by her words fell silent. After all, they were not evil people who liked to turn black into white. They were just young and proud. They were pampered and forgot that they were just ordinary monks.

"Senior Sister Qiu, your body..." Lin Shouyue looked at the gradually fading figure in front of her in panic and subconsciously stretched out her hand.

But the light transformed from spiritual power still slipped through his fingers.

Everything happened so quickly that by the time others reacted, all that was left was a gentle yet heavy sentence.

"It seems the time has come. Goodbye everyone. I hope you will make the right choice..."

Qiu Yinong left again.

Lin Shouyue felt a little lost, and looked expectantly at Fan Ning who was slowly walking towards him.

"We'll have to leave sooner or later. There's no point in continuing to see each other," Fan Ning pulled down the annoying branches in front of him with one hand. He had no intention of drawing the formation again. Instead, he yawned lazily.

"You said you had a soft heart?" Ling You chuckled as he recalled what she had admitted.

Fan Ning glanced at him and said confidently, "My heart is very soft, but when it comes to some people, I become very hard."

"Some people, you mean?"

"Most people, probably," Fan Ning snapped his fingers, not at all softened by Qiu Yinong's words. He quickly came to a conclusion, "It's all these cultivators' fault. If they had done a better job, I wouldn't have to worry about this unfounded problem."

Ling You hummed softly, "Yes, yes, it's all their fault."

Other monks: "..."

Lin Shouyue, who was just immersed in sadness, responded: "......?"

Qiu Yinong, who had returned to the wind, laughed secretly.

"I'm sorry, but the way you two get along reminds me of a pair of companions... I kind of miss the old days."

"Companions?" Catching the key words, she narrowed her eyes. She took a step forward, remembering the word "Miss Jiang" she had heard before, and guessed confidently, "Is it Jiang Yunsheng and her companions? Or perhaps, her sister?"

Facing the bewildered gazes of the others, Fan Ning went straight to the point: "You've seen them, right? Not just the kind you hear about... You're one of their companions, right?"

Qiu Yinong was silent, as if she had not expected that so much information could be extracted from just a sigh. After a moment, she responded.

"If it's Miss Jiang and Miss Yan Luo, I have indeed seen them."

Ling You also cast a glance at her.

Qiu Yinong paused, as if she was thinking of something, and said with some sadness: "Ms. Jiang was not like this in the past. She would not threaten people like this, nor would she despise other people's lives."

"She just... wants to see her sister too much, right?"

"After all, she'd been searching for so long, even hearing her sister say, 'I envy her life,' she wanted to ask me for some soul-swapping spells... She loves her sister so much, she wants to give her everything she has given herself."

Fan Ning didn't comment, but a light flashed in his eyes. "How did Yan Luo die?"

"...Miss Yan Luo protected Miss Jiang from certain death, and at the moment her soul dissipated, she pointed out a way for her to survive."

All the monks present took a deep breath.

This is especially true for those monks who have heard the rumors or even been misled by them.

They couldn't help but wonder, "Why did this life-or-death struggle become twisted into that state...?"

What a low-class cat demon, what a bewitched genius...

What they did for each other was a depth of friendship that bystanders could not even imagine!

Another round of ups and downs, some sentimental monks couldn't help but look away.

"Do you have an idea?"

Ling You looked into Fan Ning's eyes, then at her expression which remained unchanged. He seemed to have realized something and went over Qiu Yinong's words in his mind over and over again.

"It's a change—"

"Shh," Fan Ning covered his mouth and shook her head. She looked at the gradually blurry scenery under the hill and seemed to regain some spirit.

"People are coming," she said, looking in the direction of the wind and catching sight of two figures falling from the sky.

One of them was the Jiang Yunsheng in question, and the other one...

Ling You looked at Young Master Ji, who was clinging to Jiang Yunsheng's sleeves tightly, his eyes half-closed and his mouth still talking... He finally couldn't help but cover his face.

It was a bit embarrassing, and he wanted to pretend not to see it.

But unfortunately, Young Master Ji had very good eyesight. As soon as he landed, he accurately caught the figure, and it rushed towards him head-on - and then seamlessly hugged Fan Ning's legs.

"Big Sister, wow wow wow, so scary, Big Sister..."

Ling You's face darkened. He grabbed the other person's collar with one hand and pulled it up, completely throwing away his previous idea of ​​avoidance.

"You're a grown man after all, get up!"

Young Master Ji displayed unparalleled resilience, closing his eyes and shouting, "She's still my big sister! I can't get up, I just can't get up—eh?"

Young Master Ji, whose fate was strangled by the neck, silently took back the words he had not yet finished speaking.

There seemed to be a substantial black aura in Ling You's eyes, and the dark cloud-like threat intimidated his timid comrades.

"Have you hugged enough?"

Young Master Ji shook his head subconsciously, then nodded with tears in his eyes under the pressure of the person in front of him.

"I've hugged you enough..."

After being put down, he muttered quietly: "We are all my younger brothers, why can't I hug you..."