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

"I haven't said anything yet."

Fan Ning felt somewhat helpless, sighed slightly, and held out his hand: "You must have been looking for the core of the secret realm just now, right? Just give it to me."

Jiang Yunsheng handed over the ball of light in her hand without saying a word. She looked at Fan Ning, and pressed the soul-nourishing bottle on her chest with her other hand, as if she was on guard.

Fan Ning lowered his eyes and suddenly asked, "Are the disciples of Qingyun Sect still useful?"

Jiang Yunsheng's expression was a little stunned.

Fan Ning pretended not to notice and continued casually, despite everyone's subconscious gazes, "After all, you've awakened Qiu Yinong... You're more certain of the answer, right? "

"I don't know what you're so anxious about, even wanting to find more evidence to support your decision—but maybe your anxiety is justified."

"What were you thinking about when you saw Qiu Yinong? Were you thinking about the time you spent together, or... did you think that since she survived, the other one would be able to too?"

Ling You was a little surprised: "But didn't you say..." The reason for survival has nothing to do with willpower. Is it because Qiu Yinong has the talent for soul cultivation?

Realizing that something was wrong, Ling You did not finish the words in his mouth.

He just watched Fan Ning whisper a few words into Jiang Yunsheng's ear, and in the blink of an eye, the other party's face changed drastically.

The sound of the wind disturbed them, and the two of them were so close to each other that although Ling You saw her lips moving, he did not hear what she said.

"Nine-petal demon lotus, this is for you," Fan Ning kept his promise, took something out of his Qiankun bag and handed it over.

Logically speaking, one should be happy to have obtained something that he had been longing for for a long time... But Ling You stood by and watched, and he really couldn't find any trace of happiness on Jiang Yunsheng's face.

She clearly wanted it so much, but the moment she stretched out her hand, her face revealed a well-hidden vulnerability.

It was like facing a sharp blade raised high. Even before it cut open the rotten flesh on the outside, the flash of cold light had already pierced the already wounded heart inside.

She was afraid. Ling You thought about it, grabbed Fan Ning's sleeve and pulled her back, leaving Jiang Yunsheng some space to think.

"What's wrong with her?" Ling You asked.

Fan Ning: "You're probably worried that you won't be able to revive your sister."

"..."

Sister, has she completely stopped pretending?

Ling You looked at her, suddenly calming down. He whispered tentatively, "This worry... Could it be that the Nine-petal Demonic Lotus you gave me is fake? Or maybe it can't have the same effect as the Bone Resurrection Potion?"

"Do I look like someone who sells fake goods?" Fan Ning tapped his forehead, his eyes sweeping across the mirror lake. Suddenly, he said, "There are indeed fake things, but they have nothing to do with me."

“…” Ling You was silent.

He thought of what Fan Ning had said, and his guesses slowly formed into sentences in his mind.

There are fake things, and if they are not medicinal herbs, then what else could they be?

Ling You understood the hidden meaning in her words, and because of that, he listened to the suppressed sobs behind him and calmly changed the subject.

"You have obtained the core of the secret realm. How do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything," Fan Ning said, then turned around and slapped the small ball of light onto Ling You's body.

Ling You was shocked and wanted to stop it, but he found that the breath disappeared as soon as it entered his body and would not go back at all.

"What are you doing?" He frowned and stretched out his hand to try to force the ball of light out.

"I only gave you a little bit. I'm not that generous." Fan Ning smiled and passed the remaining breath to Jiang Biehe in the same way. She explained, "Now none of us will die in there. Well... we may be on the verge of death. After all, the core and blessing have been dismembered."

"Remember to work and pay off your debts," Fan Ning patted their shoulders, his expression unchanged despite the envious and sour looks behind him.

Jiang Biehe nodded, and his eyes gradually softened as he looked at Fan Ning.

Just a few steps away, Jiang Yunsheng silently watched the shadows of the three people gradually moving closer together, and finally made up his mind.

"Sister...I should have called you that a long time ago."

She lowered her eyes and extracted the medicinal properties of the nine-petal demon lotus. She didn't care if some of it would be wasted, and went straight into the soul-nourishing bottle.

The bottle began to swell as if being squeezed by something.

Seeing this, Jiang Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then, caught off guard, met a pair of extremely familiar eyes.

……

"Is that Yan Luo?" The cultivator who was watching carefully noticed the cat ears on the soul body.

"Why does Miss Jiang look unhappy?"

No one answered.

They were at the edge of Mirror Lake at this time. Although there was the sound of wind, the scene was still extremely quiet, especially after the human voices disappeared.

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, the monks kept their mouths shut.

Everyone held their breath and waited attentively for Jiang Yunsheng's reaction, except Fan Ning, who leaned against the tree with a frown on his face, not even raising his head.

When Ling You saw her reaction, he had a rough idea in his mind.

"Why would someone do something they already know the answer to?" Jiang Biehe was a little puzzled. His eyes fell on Jiang Yunsheng's suddenly pale face, still puzzled. "She obviously could have kept this secret realm."

"Maybe it's because of luck," Fan Ning turned his gaze and fell on the stagnant Mirror Lake, "I always feel that there is still a one in ten thousand chance of success."

But how is it actually possible?

Neither Yan Luo nor Jiang Yunsheng are geniuses who can play with souls. It is difficult to replicate an example like Qiu Yinong who had no favorable conditions and yet managed to survive.

Jiang Biehe added: "But she seems to have accepted it...?"

"She's just deceiving herself." Fan Ning smoothed the corners of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the cautious soul. Finally, he sighed, "She's already been given a miracle once."

Although she may never want to.

"Is this fate? You really do know," Jiang Yunsheng walked up to the three of them, seemingly having lost all the strength to resist. Even his tone became weak, "Heaven would actually let someone like me survive..."

Jiang Yunsheng curled the corners of his mouth and looked at the sky with a blank look in his eyes.

Perhaps she herself didn't even know what she was saying, but once her hope was shattered, even the sound of the wind seemed desolate.

"I don't have the talent for refining weapons, nor can I become a genius like her. I'm full of lies and have never done anything good for her... Why should she save me?"

"It's obvious that I have to die so that she can continue to be that clean young lady from a noble family. Even my parents who gave birth to me don't want me. I don't understand. Why did she take me back? Just because I'm her sister?"

"..."

"Yes," Fan Ning suddenly replied, "Because you are her sister."