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

Fan Ning no longer paid attention to subsequent developments.

For her, the matter had come to an end. She only needed to find a safe and quiet place. She could release the Jiang Yunsheng sisters and the two demon cultivators who were still trapped in the secret realm and were unlucky enough to be made into typical examples.

"I hope the rumors circulating among the monks can provide some pleasant assistance to their 'work'."

Fan Ning returned to his own little house, taking Ling You with him.

Another resident who was supposed to be here was ruthlessly assigned by her to explain the situation. Judging from the time and the severity of the matter, he probably wouldn't be able to come back that day.

This period of time is their "secret time" where they understand each other.

"Ah," Ling You suddenly remembered something, paused, and then whispered, "Are you really going to do that? There's still time to turn back."

"Of course. When have you ever seen me afraid?"

Fan Ning raised his eyebrows, looked at the empty space in the back mountain, and used his fingernails to seal the two demon cultivators trapped in the secret realm and release them.

There was still some embarrassment on their faces. They roughly calculated the direction of the situation based on the place where they landed, and then looked at the aura around Ling You. They were relieved only when they were sure that their prince was fine.

"Are you serious about this?" one of them asked, his expression complicated. "This time we say goodbye, and there's no turning back."

"Why not?" Fan Ning was a little troubled by the repeated questioning. After thinking about it, he simply grabbed Ling You's collar, moved closer, and gave him a light kiss.

The two demon cultivators who saw His Highness lose his innocence said: "!!!"

Ling You was suddenly attacked and thrown away before he could react: "..."

"It takes a thief a thousand days to steal, but it's hard to be on guard against thieves for a thousand days." Fan Ning wiped the water off his lips carelessly and smiled casually: "As for me, I still have some experience. If he really comes to me, I will be more than happy to help him."

Ling You looked at Fan Ning in silence for a moment, then suddenly sighed.

"Don't bring up this shameful experience all the time... Even if you're truly not afraid of the Demon Lord, you still have to polish and keep a low profile on what you want to accomplish, right?"

"The current Demon Lord's methods are nothing short of insane. He even dares to touch the aura of the abyss! If we really confront each other... who knows what will happen next."

"..."

Fan Ning slowly turned his gaze towards him.

"Are you worried about me?" She raised her eyes and looked at the halo under the tree, like a fairy flying down from somewhere to transcend the calamity.

Ling Youxi, who was stunned by this appearance again, seemed to finally be unable to bear it and looked away.

"I'm not worried about you. If you fail... won't I be thrown out on the stage too?"

Fan Ning blinked, his expression calm as he read, "Wow, so you're the type of person who's afraid of being in public and just runs away?"

"How can it be!"

"Then don't make such groundless speculations," Fan Ning leaned close to his ear. Without rushing to explain, she simply stepped on the stone, pressed her head into the crook of his neck, and said in a frivolous and playful manner, "Instead of thinking about this, why not think carefully about what you should do when I succeed in usurping the throne?"

"...My Demon Queen."

"!!!"

Ling You took a step back almost in panic, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air, as if he wanted to push away the person in front of him who was talking nonsense.

But even though he was only a finger away, he still couldn't do it.

"What the hell are you talking about... How can you say that, and...?"

He was panting, stammering, and even subconsciously avoiding eye contact, and then he accidentally met the gazes of the two demon cultivators.

——It’s hard to put into words, yet it’s extremely meaningful.

Ling You: “…”

Ling You: “…………”

What do they look like when they say, “My daughter is getting married!”

Is this reasonable?

Ling You's eyes widened slightly. He realized that it was better not to remain silent now, but before he could defend himself, Fan Ning, who had kicked the stone away, continued with a smile.

"Well, he has no objection now."

"To prevent being exposed, from now on... you must call me Your Highness."

Fan Ning half-truthfully indulged him, "It's okay if you really can't change. Just remember that Ling You is just a shield I put up."

"What if the Demon Lord doesn't believe it?" The demon cultivator who had been silent the whole time was a little doubtful. He glanced at Fan Ning, who had taken the matter completely on his own, and then at Ling You, who said it was not good, but actually had overflowing trust in Fan Ning. Seeing that the matter seemed to be a foregone conclusion, he couldn't help but speak:

"The Demon Lord's methods are despicable. He might not let you go just because he's a shield... Ling You."

"That's what you should consider," Fan Ning spread his hands and smiled brightly, "How to make him believe it, how to make him learn to be patient, how to use me as bait to control his direction..."

"I believe you can do it."

The two demon cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment. Throughout their careers, they had never received such overwhelming trust.

It was so heavy that it seemed to tear skin and bones apart.

"This……"

"Of course that won't be a problem," Fan Ning said flatly, "I'll find an opportunity to show my threat."

"But," Ling You couldn't help but interject, "something like demonic energy can't be disguised, right?"

"Demonic energy? Hmm... that's actually the simplest part. I'm sure the Demon Lord in the distance can understand that," Fan Ning said calmly, looking at Ling You. "After all, in the world of immortal cultivation, no one can think of tearing off the skin they're wearing first."

Ling You did not answer, but just looked up at the two old friends who were still a little hesitant.

"I'm sorry, even today I still need to trouble you to take risks for me."

"Your Highness!" The demon cultivator looked at the other's softened face, as if he was pulled back into distant memories, and even had the illusion of tears welling up in his eyes.

"Madam saved our lives. She even took us in and gave us jobs to survive... What are you talking about 'troubling us'?"

"We are just following the last order left by the Madam. We want to protect you."

Ling You was silent for a while, looking at the two faces full of sincerity and nostalgia, his lips moved several times, and finally he shook his head as if giving up.

"Your orders ended long ago."

He didn't have many memories of his mother, but at this moment, it was as if he was being watched by those gentle eyes.

"Please put your own safety first. This time... I owe you a favor."

Ling You promised them solemnly, "As long as I am alive, I will definitely repay you."