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

Ling You: “…”

"You know it again... Never mind," Ling You pinched his brows and let those hands play with his wrists. He smiled helplessly, "What do you need me to do?"

Fan Ning hooked his fingers, his expression indifferent: "You don't need to do anything, or rather... someone has already completed all the prerequisites."

She turned her gaze to Lin Shouyue in the crowd with a smile. Lin Shouyue paused and pointed at himself as if hesitant.

"Ah, me?"

“…Yeah, that’s right.”

Fan Ning touched his heart from a distance, a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the moon was revealed after the clouds had parted.

"Thanks to your promotion, Qiu Yinong is no longer the mediocre person she thought she was. She is respected, seen, and even protected now..."

"Just that?" Lin Shouyue felt his throat was a little dry, as if he had swallowed some bitter fruit, and he couldn't even utter a complete question.

The wind was still, but when Lin Shouyue raised her hand she felt something different than usual.

It was a warm hug without any romantic emotions.

"That's all," responded the host, who was unable to make a farewell gesture.

She floated in the sky like mist, helpless and nowhere to be found.

After a long time, she finally made up her mind.

"Then I will send you off... Goodbye, everyone."

Even though we will never see each other again.

"That's not right, Fan Ning..." Ling You felt something was wrong. He realized that he couldn't speak out his guess at this moment, so he leaned close to Fan Ning's ear and lowered his voice, "Her soul simply can't withstand such turmoil. Jiang Yunsheng was able to leave because of the protection of her soul..."

Fan Ning didn't rush to answer him, but just stretched out his hand and looked at all the people in front of him who were shrouded in a faint white light, as if their vision would be blurred again in the next second.

Just like the scene that always happens at a deathbed, Fan Ning lowered his eyes, his palm felt warm, and he touched the hilt of the sword that kept making clanging sounds.

"Huiyue," she curled the corners of her lips slightly, looking at the long sword that had obviously fallen asleep but was still wailing for its master who was about to die.

It's just like……

It's like shouting and roaring.

Repeating the words "Don't leave me" over and over again.

"If this is the ending, I really can't say I like it," Fan Ning suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, pretending to look distressed at the scene that was beginning to blur, but his eyes were clear and sharp.

Ling You subconsciously grabbed her sleeve and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"To do what I want to do, of course."

Fan Ning answered without hesitation.

Under the gazes of everyone, she gripped the hilt of her sword, leaned over, and headed towards the scene of the past that was gradually peeling away.

"Fan Ning!!" Ling You was furious. He wanted to grab her and jump down with her, but he only touched the corner of her clothes that was floating away.

One more sentence.

"I have to meet someone," Fan Ning said.

Then in a trance, Ling You lost her shadow.

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[Host! What are you going to do now?!]

The system, caught off guard, also let out a wail.

This was the first sentence it uttered after the fluctuation, and the next time it spoke, it faced two similar faces.

Like the person in the mirror.

Fan Ning looked at herself in front of him and smiled unexpectedly: "You really know how to take advantage of the situation at this time."

The girl opposite also smiled, like a poisonous rose blooming in a bush of thorns. Just one glance made the system attached to Fan Ning silent.

"I am you, don't be so strange, it's not the first time we meet."

"Fan Ning" smiled, but when he looked at the face of the real owner, it soon began to distort.

"Am I still a good shield? Fan Ning, Fan Ning, why didn't you have the compassion to save your father when you watched him die? I don't know when you developed such a kind heart."

"Father? I didn't watch him die. I even led out his soul and cut off his long-prepared path of cultivation. Although it was a formation I learned temporarily, you can't pretend nothing happened," Fan Ning responded casually.

Not only did she not feel any pain, she even chuckled, "I don't have the hobby of meeting defeated opponents. If you want to replace me, you have to be more powerful than your predecessors, otherwise..."

She moved her fingertips, and a streak of blood slowly floated to her fingertips, and soon completely transformed the empty face in front of her.

The system was shocked. It had never seen anyone who could solve its own problem so easily - this level of similarity, in the world of immortal cultivation, must be considered a mental demon, right?

Inner demons...are they so easy to resolve?

[You think too much. This is not really a demon in your heart.]

As if he had completely understood the system's thoughts, Fan Ning smiled slightly and casually fiddled with the blood and energy oozing out of his fingertips. Any of them was explosive news.

[I've killed at least a few hundred of these creatures, if not a thousand.]

System: [What kind of person would explode and kill themselves...]

[I was tricked by that old Demon Lord and accidentally thrown into his treasured magical weapon. It's nothing special, it just keeps producing people in the mirror. Its strength was weak at first, but as I kill people, it keeps growing.]

The system took a deep breath of mechanical air.

Fan Ning smiled. "I nurtured it to its strongest state. Then, I survived, and she died. It's that simple."

system:【……】

The system thought for a moment and flatly denied it: [No, this is obviously not a simple matter.]

That was an inner demon, and it was once so powerful... but was killed by its host like a small monster?

Anyone would question the authenticity of this matter.

But that was Fan Ning.

A madman who is willing to throw himself into a devil's den and fight like a Gu in order to become stronger.

Upon thinking of this, the system silently erased its own thoughts of overestimating its own capabilities, and even generated a new question:

[Host, this magical instrument you mentioned...is it true that you didn't enter it voluntarily?]

Fan Ning didn't explain much, "That's not important."

She raised her eyes, picked up the silent sword and walked into the fog. After walking for an unknown amount of time, she met another faint soul.

Fan Ning threw the lifeless sword over.

With Qiu Yi Nong's confused and stunned face, she said bluntly: "I don't have the hobby of accepting orphanage."

Qiu Yinong: "...I didn't expect you to come and save me."

"No, I'm not here to save you," Fan Ning shook his head in denial. With a gentle smile on his face, he coldly said something that shouldn't be said in such an occasion.

"I need you to make a contract with me."