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

"I don't know what happened between you, but she's been looking for you for so long, how could she care what kind of person you are?"

Fan Ning chuckled, her beautiful eyes curved as if to look straight into her heart.

"How is it possible..." Jiang Yunsheng was stunned for a moment. She paused, lowered her head, and pressed her palms tightly with her nails, almost digging into the flesh.

"Why would she do this? Save me, and then watch me being unable to do anything? Is this some kind of horrible trick..."

Jiang Yunsheng's eyes were red from being burned by tears. Just one step behind her, a ghost was standing there at a loss.

The soul seemed to have no idea what it had done wrong, nor did it know why the person who had been full of expectations for her just now suddenly felt so sad the moment he saw her.

Hun just stood there helplessly, the cat ears on his head drooping in fear, and his face was filled with panic and frustration.

One didn't dare to step forward to ask, and the other... didn't dare to look back even for a second.

"People do some inexplicable things, especially monks who have mastered power, who often become even more crazy."

Fan Ning stared at her.

Those eyes were like withered branches, still standing firm indifferently, but even a gust of wind could blow away the last bit of life in them.

The soul-changing technique was unexpectedly successful.

But is it that "Jiang Yunsheng", who has been dubbed a genius since childhood, wants to give his sister only such a body and hopeless hope?

——No.

"Why did she do this? I really can't ask her for you." After all, her soul is gone, and there's no telling what she'll summon. Fan Ning sighed, feeling very uncomfortable with the role of a psychological counselor. "But since she did it, she probably didn't expect you to come back."

"Defection from the Jiang family, contact with Qingyun Sect disciples, and everything else that was prepared," she counted on her fingers, saying, "If this is called a prank, then there are no sincere people in this world."

Jiang Yunsheng completely lost the strength to speak.

She covered her face with her hands and sat down under the tree roots. During this time, she only looked at the ghost behind her who was feeling even more uncomfortable with an expressionless face. Her eyes fell on the face of the other person that she had been looking at for several years. What flashed in her eyes was the inevitable disaster.

"She is indeed a sincere person. Even though I cheated her out of all her spirit stones when we first met and dumped her on the street, she still wanted to fulfill her vow in the temple where we met."

"The daughter of the Jiang family kowtowed to the Buddhist disciples like an ordinary person... She gained nothing but criticism."

"She's so gullible. I've tricked her several times, but she still acts like she's easy to bully. If she hadn't insisted on pestering me, I wouldn't have gone with such a fool."

Jiang Yunsheng recounted all this very calmly, with her eyes full of stubbornness, as if the person she was talking about was not her sister who had gone through so much trouble to revive her, but just a fool passerby who had been killed by her several times.

"You cried," Ling You exposed this obvious lie.

Jiang Yunsheng smiled and wiped the tears from her face. She wanted to cheer herself up quickly, but the tears were like beads that had broken off the string and could not be wiped away.

"Yes, I cried," she gave up trying to hide her feelings, and only now did she finally speak: "I'll never find someone so gullible again. How ironic... I only realized the sadness after I lost her."

That was an emotion that never existed in the heart of the cat demon named "Yan Luo".

Abandoned and left outside, she wanted to live.

When she was cheated and beaten, she learned to hate.

The moment she stood up, she decided to live a free life.

"Yan Luo" is a wild child who was abandoned because of his cat demon bloodline, and he also survived because of his demon bloodline.

"But this time is different," she said, tears in her eyes, all the false images in her eyes were collapsing, "I am no longer a demon."

"What should people do? I can't be a good human, and she can't be a good demon..."

"Miss Yan Luo, maybe I should call you that," Fan Ning suddenly bent down and held her shoulders.

"You really want to break through even the last layer of appearance," Ling You said.

"This has long been obvious," Jiang Biehe said, a hint of regret showing on his face. "The person is gone, and only you have the right to choose who will be left behind."

Fan Ning remained noncommittal. "Don't you really want to see the soul behind you again?"

"That's not her soul at all. What's the point of continuing..."

"What if she is?" Fan Ning raised an eyebrow. "God is merciful and may have left you a glimmer of hope."

"After all, I was born because of you. If I didn't have such a deep bond with you, how could I have been thinking about you so much since I was born?"

It is neither moral nor logical that lonely souls without any connection should show such dependence.

Yan Luo felt somewhat certain that she was right. She didn't know which word touched her. She turned her head and met the pair of eyes that were looking at her.

"Yun Sheng...sister?"

Yan Luo lowered his eyes, and the complicated emotions in his eyes were beaten back, and they became empty in an instant.

"I haven't heard this name for a long time."

She always liked to call that person like this in the past, but she did not have the gentle attitude of the soul in front of her, but was cunning and vicious instead.

She was always in the habit of asking for things, and occasionally softening her tone was just another more direct bait.

But it's different now.

After all... the person is gone.

"I'm here," she stood up and responded lightly to the call from the other side.

The two people behind Fan Ning didn't expect this to happen. One of them opened his eyes wide, and the other also showed an incredible expression.

Jiang Biehe frowned: "What is she doing..."

Fan Ning shook his head, signaling her not to ask the question.

Ling You also fell silent, his eyes fixed on the gradually gentle conversation between the man and the soul, and general thoughts flashed through his mind.

He suddenly understood.

"Is there really Jiang Yunsheng's consciousness inside that soul?" Ling You asked.

"No," Fan Ning replied immediately, his voice blending with the whistling wind, faint and ethereal. "Although it would be better if she was kept in the dark, she probably already knows."

"...that person will never come back."

Ling You confirmed his thoughts, but his expression remained unchanged: "Is this a good ending?"

Fan Ning glanced at him.

"If this is how the story ends, I'll be beaten up."

but--

"This is reality," Fan Ning waved his hand, retracted his gaze, and added calmly, "Reality is just absurd and boring."

“Love and hate are only meaningful to those who are alive.”