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

Fan Ning said bluntly: "It's time for us to leave."

They can no longer intervene in this situation, and the best they can do is provide them with a relatively quiet space.

The wind died down.

The other monks watched the three people leave with bated breath, looked at each other in confusion, and decided to follow them.

Fan Ning could feel the gazes falling on her from behind, and knew that these people probably had many questions to ask her... but she did not turn around.

Ling You dragged Young Master Ji over with him and pinched his collar with two fingers. This small movement stopped the other party's endless desire to explore.

"Weren't you quite smart hiding in the crowd just now?" Ling You said.

"This, that was also a strategic way for me to control the direction of the news," Young Master Ji rubbed his hands and simply let the other party hold his collar, his eyes wide open, not mentioning that he was just out of curiosity, and he had already heard several different perspectives on the "Fan Ning Incident" from those monks.

"So what did you do?" Ling You questioned unhappily.

Young Master Ji smiled awkwardly, stopped what he was doing, and suddenly said with a sigh, "I was thinking..."

"you think?"

"The Big Sister is worthy of being the Big Sister. She always has the demeanor of a devil!"

Ling You: “…”

Ling You glanced at the person following behind him and asked, "Who said that?"

Young Master Ji kept his mouth shut out of loyalty.

"Ms. Fanning!"

Qin Mingzheng, who happened to notice them, was walking towards them.

She raised her eyes and took notice of the people around her. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the extra people around her. "They came back injured. We found several more people later, including the one who fell into Mirror Lake..."

"They're probably all there," Fan Ning said casually, knowing what was going on. "I hope they've found something to redeem themselves."

"After all, the secret realm is in my hands. If you want to get out, you still have to get past me."

Ling You continued, "Do the things in the secret realm count as well? I feel like this is a bit of a loss..."

"Or you can give me a trial of the medicine," Jiang Biehe proposed a new idea, "use my body to pay off the debt."

"..."

Seeing that their discussion was becoming increasingly outrageous, Gu Yuanzhou finally stood up under the urging of others.

"That's not good. After all, we're all monks, and we'll have to work together someday... Wait, what are you doing?!"

He was interrupted by the sound of something falling to the ground in the middle of his words. Gu Yuanzhou looked back and saw that the monks who had just sat down began to rummage through their Qiankun bags one by one.

"It's better not to go against Fan Ning..."

"Anyway, there's only this much left..."

They were muttering to each other, their hands and knees sliding extremely fast.

"Well, that's fine," Fan Ning smiled, narrowing his eyes. He noticed the group of self-conscious cultivators, his eyes fixed on their empty Qiankun bags after losing many of their magical weapons. He said casually, "Forget about it, I'm not in the habit of skinning someone after I've already fleeced them."

“This won’t help future cooperation.”

Ling You whispered, "What kind of cooperation do you mean? A cooperation where others pay for it and contribute their labor?"

"You look like you have a lot of complaints?" Fan Ning pinched the soft flesh around his waist.

Ling You felt pain, and his expression became lively. "No, how could I dare to have any objection..."

He sighed, thinking of the "mess" between him and Fan Ning. He was about to say something to test her current attitude, but before he opened his mouth, he was met with the cold and icy look from Jiang Biehe.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're just a senior sister, right? You haven't known her for even as long as I have..." Ling You was puzzled. After thinking carefully about Jiang Biehe's mysterious attitude, his face frowned. "Can't you just say what you want to say?"

Jiang Biehe looked at him calmly, and the needle tip slipped out of his hand, and the next second it pierced the cultivator who volunteered to come and "test the medicine".

Not long after, the monk began to see stars and foam at the mouth, and then his eyes went black and he fell down.

"The effect is not direct enough. Is it because the medicinal properties are too mild?" Jiang Biehe held two medicinal herbs in his hand. He turned around and asked Fan Ning without paying attention to Ling You's gaze.

Fan Ning still had one hand on Ling You's waist, and even when asked a question, she did not let go. She leaned over and took a look.

Thanks to the system, she instantly figured out the detailed medicinal properties of the two herbs.

Ling You tried to interrupt: "I say..."

Jiang Biehe: "Wouldn't it be better to put them in this order? I remember Master said that this should be..."

Fan Ning's interest was piqued, and he leaned his head a little closer.

Ling You: “…”

"Fan Ning," he took a deep breath, finally realizing someone's sinister intentions, and tried to interrupt again, "Did you hear me? I said--"

"This herb is very rare, but I happen to have it now. I'll teach you how to blend its medicinal properties."

Fan Ning had just turned his head halfway when he retracted it again.

Jiang Biehe's voice was very pleasant, like the sound of flowing spring water. As Fan Ning listened, he took the initiative to move closer, staring at him without blinking, as if he was fascinated.

Ling You's calm expression finally broke completely.

"Don't disturb the big sister... huh?"

Young Master Ji, who completely failed to understand the atmosphere, tried to add fuel to the fire, but was dragged back by Qin Mingzheng, who had been paying attention to the place, covering his mouth with his hands.

Qin Mingzheng forced a smile. She looked at Fan Ning, who seemed to be distracted, then at Ling You, who had a serious expression on his face. She whispered, "Don't worry too much. Miss Fan Ning has always been very gentle."

Ling You glanced at her with a slightly helpless expression.

"Why do you think I need comfort... Never mind," he glanced at Gu Yuanzhou who was walking towards him, realizing that the person in front of him probably felt deeply touched by the current situation.

"How long will you play?"

Fan Ning was not surprised and turned his head with a sly smile.

"So you saw through me. I thought you would cry."

Ling You: "...That's not the case."

He stood in front of Fan Ning and unexpectedly met Jiang Biehe's face.

But this time, although Jiang Biehe was cold, his gaze had lost its sharpness, as if he had been completely convinced in such a short time.

Did Fan Ning say something to her?

Ling You guessed that the moment this thought crossed his mind, the corners of his lips subconsciously curled up.

"Do you feel so sorry for not crying?"

"Yeah, I always feel like it would be interesting," Fan Ning nodded, not hiding her bad intentions at all, and even made a promise, "Tears are very precious."

"That's fine, if you beg me with tears..."

Ling You: "What will happen?"

Fan Ning spread her hands and habitually interlocked her fingers with his, "Maybe she will be bewitched."