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

"The disciples of Yueli Sect are really promising young people," said the leader of Qingyun Sect with a fake smile. He clearly wanted to walk away, but he still forced himself to maintain his dignity.

"Well, there's still room for improvement," the Yueli Sect leader accepted the advice without hesitation, a rare smile showing on his usually serious face. "After all, you're still young, and there are many things you haven't done well enough."

A word came down, neither light nor heavy, and Ling You subconsciously covered Fan Ning's mouth.

Fan Ning: “?”

Fan Ning narrowed his eyes dangerously.

She hadn't planned to say anything at this time, but Ling You's sudden action... instead aroused the evil in her bones.

"It's not just us who are good..."

Ling You, whose hands were pulled apart, looked at the pair of indifferent eyes and felt terrified.

Then, the next second his premonition came true.

Fan Ning smiled lightly, blinked his eyes, and then opened his mouth and stabbed the faces of all the monks behind him in a tone that was so infuriating that it could kill them.

"After all, other people have to be willing to give me a chance. If they hadn't always messed up their good cards, how could I have the chance to shine?"

She drawled out her words, "It all depends on the support of fellow practitioners—"

"!!!"

Ling You realized something was wrong without even looking back.

"Fan Ning!"

Several people shouted in unison.

It was as if all the rage accumulated in one place would eventually spread like wildfire. Suddenly, someone in the crowd who had been suppressed by force suddenly had a flash of inspiration and started to accuse us: "It was you who poisoned us first! Those two monks before were the best evidence!"

"They've been killed by you!"

Everyone was in an uproar. Young Master Ji, who was wandering outside the crowd, saw this and immediately broke free from his father's restraints. He opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "You were the first to betray the big sister! You -"

As soon as Sect Master Ji heard the content, he realized that something was wrong and immediately covered his son's mouth.

He stopped it in time, but words spoken could not be taken back.

"Isn't this just admitting that Fan Ning really poisoned him?" Someone insisted, his tone growing increasingly excited. "He can even attack fellow cultivators like us. This kind of person—"

"What's wrong with this kind of person?" Fan Ning played with Ling You's long hair. She didn't feel like she was being criticized by thousands of people at all. She still looked calm and composed. She even yawned deliberately in front of everyone.

"You have to be responsible for saying things like that... Let's not even talk about whether you have the poison you're talking about in your bodies. Let's just use the simplest example. You keep saying I killed people... then why didn't you count the body count first?"

Fan Ning glanced sideways at the disciple who spoke first, not panicking at all. "Remember to let me know if you find out. I'm really curious about who I killed."

Qin Mingzheng, who has always been emotionally sensitive, realized something.

She looked at Fan Ning deeply, and her initial doubts about the two people's situation turned into doubts about their identities.

She never thought that Fan Ning would really kill anyone, not from the beginning.

But it was just trusting the mysterious feeling in my heart.

It was not until this time that Qin Mingzheng truly understood what kind of person was standing in front of her. She even clearly saw the end of those clamoring disciples.

"How is it possible...there are no fewer people?"

The monk exclaimed, unable to accept the fact.

He wanted to deny the current situation and even compared the names on the list one by one - but except for some people who were on the list but had never been there from the beginning, everyone else was there.

The feeling of being teased became stronger and stronger, as if his heart was completely crushed by a heavy stone. Veins gradually appeared on his hands holding the list, and he breathed heavily. He met Fan Ning's half-smile in his eyes, but could not utter a complete sentence.

It was rare for Fan Ning not to kick someone when he was down.

But her cold and vicious eyes silently revealed everything.

Like a god high above, he instantly revealed their ugliness.

…She was a god, so what were they? Clowns on the stage?

"Look, I told you not to go against me," "You're a loser who messed up a good hand."

Those unspoken words kept circling in his mind. He fell backwards as if he was losing weight, and his head hit the thick tree trunk.

I felt dizzy for a moment.

Even if I gave up looking into Fan Ning's eyes, I still felt disgusted when I saw other people's eyes.

"...Are you condemning me?"

Qin Mingzheng looked helpless, and was afraid that this person was really in a nightmare and said something that shouldn't be said, so she could only bite the bullet and step forward, taking the initiative to smooth things over and change the subject.

"Maybe it's because of the influence of the secret realm. It's a matter of life and death, so no one has any bad intentions..."

Having said this, Qin Mingzheng felt his throat was a little dry. He glanced at the monks who had given up arguing and smiled a little reluctantly.

"Everyone is a little too tired..."

"Let's go back to the sect first," the head of Yueli Sect stood up. He looked at Qin Mingzheng, who was obviously nervous but still stood up to explain in front of everyone, and nodded at her.

Qin Mingzheng was a little stunned by the sudden affirmation.

She smiled hurriedly and watched the backs of the people leaving. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a soreness in the corners of her eyes.

"A Zheng," Gu Yuanzhou stood behind her, patted her back with his warm hands, and looked at her gently, "You've done very well."

"I know," Qin Mingzheng wiped his eyes, and his hand hanging in his sleeve just pinched the porcelain bottle that was no longer cold.

"I know," she repeated.

He gently pushed the cork away with his palm, his expression unrevealed, but a torrent of courage flowed through his heart.

"What did you know?" Gu Yuanzhou, who was not used to asking questions, suddenly felt flustered. He subconsciously clenched his palms and looked closely at Qin Mingzheng, whose expression remained unchanged. However, he felt anxiously that something was about to leave him.

"…What did you know?"

Qin Mingzheng stopped talking.

This was a very rare scene. She still had that gentle and considerate face, but when faced with Gu Yuanzhou's repeated questions, she remained silent.

Why?

because……

"This is a decision that only I can make," Qin Mingzheng smiled, like the moon setting in the sky, sinking into Gu Yuanzhou's eyes. "Give me some time. This is only about me."

Gu Yuanzhou was stunned. He felt like a puppet that couldn't breathe. He felt awkward and uneasy standing in front of Qin Mingzheng.

"But, but..."

Another sentence without an ending.

Qin Mingzheng shook her head, brushed off his hand that was trying to keep her, and for the first time, she walked forward on her own.