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

"..."

Seeing that Ling You was about to continue, the headmaster finally lost his patience and interrupted him.

"If she's crazy, are you crazy too?"

In this situation, you still want to forcibly drain my blood...

"Do you think you didn't die quickly enough?"

The clear spiritual power made his serious expression even darker.

The head of the sect looked at Ling You, who was speechless after sending the sacred tree away. His eyes fell on his red eyes and the messy body. Finally, he couldn't help but turn his head away.

He now suspected that Yue Lizong's recent fortune was a little strange. Why did everyone always give him difficult things to deal with... Although his talent was much better than that of ordinary disciples, but!

It's a bit too noisy.

Thinking of a certain sect leader who would visit Yueli Sect from time to time, he sighed deeply as he always thought that he was a mild-tempered sect leader.

The light of the sacred tree is as eye-catching as the moon in the night sky. Unlike the monks who can only watch from afar and cannot get close, it can pass through the thunderclouds unimpeded.

Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the blood-stained branches of the sacred tree. After identifying the breath, the fingers hanging by his side began to tremble slightly.

"Forget it," Fan Ning, who originally wanted to continue moving forward, stopped.

She was still within the range of the thunder tribulation, and the nine-level thunder tribulation was only halfway through.

In the harmonious yet oppressive space, she could see nothing and sense nothing except the sacred tree and the crackling sound of tiny electric currents.

Every bone in her body seemed to be broken. Even though she knew it was just an illusion, the pervasive pain was like countless needles piercing her, and it could not be reduced at all despite her will.

Another thunder tribulation.

The blood flowing from Fan Ning's forehead spread to his eyes, and everything that was originally gray became even more sticky and empty.

She is no longer in pain.

Warm blood flowed into her collar and was dried by the wind. All human-related perceptions seemed to fade away from her body. The thunder tribulation was booming, but the sound in her ears became fainter and fainter.

It's like taking half a step into death.

Fan Ning smiled, the corners of her mouth pulled warmly and ostentatiously. When she lost her senses, she closed her eyes and put everything she had into the blood sword in her hand.

"I will kill everyone who stands in my way."

That's it.

She lowered her eyes, her irises stained with a sharp bloodshot light.

In the desperate situation where there was no turning back, everything disappeared, as if to destroy her spirit psychologically first - but soon, the dagger in her hand, which was warmed by blood, revealed its sharp edge.

If the system was still there, it would probably scream and ask what could have survived the thunderstorm without a scratch.

But only Fan Ning dared to reach this place.

The thunder tribulation moved around her, and the thick purple color was faintly visible in the clouds. The people below didn't know what was happening inside, and could only judge that the person was still alive based on the active state of the thunder tribulation.

"Zheng——"

A blood-red sword cut through the darkness.

The sacred tree hung in front of Fan Ning's eyes. Even though she couldn't see it, it was like a guiding star that never went out, guiding her soul that was constantly being torn and reshaped.

Fan Ning did what he said and withstood the nine levels of thunder tribulation under everyone's attention.

The body was tempered by heavenly thunder, and the spiritual veins that were originally stagnant were destroyed and reshaped. Gradually, it took on the appearance of the original spiritual veins of ordinary cultivators.

Ling You looked up at the person who fell from the sky, his voice trembling: "Fan Ning..."

With a call, Ling You's body, which had reached the critical point, was forcibly driven. He hurriedly passed the two powerful men guarding nearby and almost knelt on the ground to hug Fan Ning, who had turned into a bloody man.

"Sorry, it's my fault..."

Fan Ning covered his mouth.

Although his face was covered in blood, his sparkling eyes were still clear and even full of smiles.

"Just talking is useless," she blinked, thinking of the sacred tree that flew before her eyes. She pulled the corners of her mouth and asked confidently: "...Remember my lotus cake."

Ling You, who was about to cry, said: "..."

He couldn't help laughing and wanted to say something, but the look in his eyes faltered.

...She is still making requests with confidence, which is already very good.

"I'll make it for you," Ling You said, his voice choking. "I'll make it for you even if I have to steal the Third Elder's lotus flowers in the middle of the night."

"..."

The Sect Leader and Sword Master, who happened to be nearby, couldn't help but glance at each other.

"It seems like a blessing in disguise." The sect leader, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted the reshaped spiritual veins within Fan Ning's body. After a pause, he asked, "...Did you have this planned in advance?"

Fan Ning looked at him slowly. At this moment, half of her body was still hanging on Ling You. She looked energetic when she spoke before, but she sounded weak when answering the headmaster.

"If only I had such a great ability to deduce," she said with a hint of regret, "After all, this feeling of risking one's life... is really a bit too exciting."

Leader: "..."

He sighed and checked Ling You's condition again. Only after confirming that he not only successfully passed the tribulation but also advanced several levels to the late Nascent Soul stage did he let the matter go.

"I won't delve into your secrets," the sect leader said, looking at the two wounded men with a serious expression. "There are three thousand great ways. As long as you don't violate the basic principles of the world of immortal cultivation, Yueli Sect will tolerate you."

Sword Master also nodded, obviously realizing the unusual nature of the Nine-fold Thunder Tribulation. "I will protect my disciples, and I'm sure Junior Sister Qian will do the same."

He spoke bluntly, knowing that he was not good at saying more tender words to comfort them, and turned his gaze to the headmaster beside him.

The headmaster had a headache, paused for a moment, and then added in a low voice: "...The Third Elder has been cherishing his lotus recently. If you really want it—"

"Remember to take less."

Ling You hugged Fan Ning tightly and nodded in agreement.

Fan Ning reached out her arms again and put her arms around his neck, whispering softly in his ear, "Looks like we're going to be a couple in distress for a long time..."

Before she could finish her words, she fainted.

Ling You panicked and didn't even care about blushing. He raised his hand and grabbed the nearest leader.

"She's fine," the headmaster answered before he could speak, "She's just temporarily exhausted and needs a good rest. Jiang Biehe, who received the news, is already on the way."

Ling You was still nervous, but he also knew that what the master said was the truth, so he reluctantly said thank you.

The Sword Master remained silent, probably not good at dealing with this strange atmosphere, so he simply summoned his own spiritual sword, tied up the two men and sent them to the house below.

Fortunately, the formation was set up in time. Although several houses suffered some damage, it did not affect their continued living.

Jiang Biehe, who rushed over after hearing the news, took out a lot of herbs that had not been damaged. His face was solemn, but his hands were not nervous.

Ling You no longer seemed like a reasonable monk at this moment.

Neither shy nor obedient, she held Fan Ning's fingertips with both hands and refused to leave.

The Sword Master, who was just about to take his apprentice home to take care of him, was stunned for a moment, but finally compromised with him.

"Fan Ning..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Biehe fed him a spoonful of bitter medicine.

Ling You swallowed it and frowned, but he still didn't give up and didn't even dare to blink.

then……

Jiang Biehe stuffed him with another pill that had no effect other than Yamato Bitter.

Jiang Biehe: "Wake up, there's more."

She took out a fasting pill that exuded a spicy smell.

Ling You: “…”

Ling You lay on the edge of Fan Ning's bed and closed his eyes as he listened to her muffled laughter.