This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling didn't know what was going on with the outer sect of Canglan Sword Sect, so she asked.

Guo Zichou did not answer her question directly, but asked in return: "You have also been traveling in the martial arts world for a long time. What do you think of our sect in the eyes of the world?"

An Ling thought for a moment, "It is known for its chivalry, and it is the only sect open to the secular world..." She seemed to have discovered something, "So the outer sect is the place open to the secular world?"

Guo Zichou hummed, "There may not be one person in the world who has immortal bones that can practice magic in 500 people. Some cannot be tested for various reasons, so the number of cultivators is very small."

"But the founder's wish was to 'protect the world'. She couldn't bear that the chivalrous people in the world could only die in depression because they couldn't practice, so she founded a mortal sect on the east side of Canglan Mountain: 'Canglan Sword Sect', which is only one letter different from ours. The founder improved the sword skills into martial arts that ordinary people can use, which means that these junior brothers and sisters who have no chance of spiritual practice can walk the path of martial arts and prove the truth through martial arts."

An Ling thought of Qi Yunqi from Tianxing Mansion who also followed the martial arts path, nodded and analyzed: "The path of martial arts has great potential. The ancestor's move can not only benefit the world, but also provide support for the prosperity of martial arts. He is worthy of being the Canglan Sword Immortal!"

"Of course!" Guo Zichou was very proud when he mentioned Ling Fengyue, the founder of Canglan Sword Sect. "Our founder is absolutely perfect. Everything she does is right!"

An Ling smiled but didn't answer. To be honest, ever since she knew that Canglan Sword Fairy was also a time traveler, she could no longer have such a strong admiration for her. At most, she just had respect for her senior. She changed the subject, "Uncle Master, if that's the case, can we also practice martial arts?"

"What are you thinking about?" Guo Zichou scolded, "The spiritual cultivation alone is enough for us to study. Many geniuses have spent their entire lives and still have not comprehended the true mystery of spiritual cultivation. My master, the sect leader, always said that the more you study spiritual cultivation, the more you feel that the mysterious way is vast and boundless. We are just ants with a longer lifespan. As for the martial arts, how can we have the energy to study it normally?"

An Ling responded and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking about.

……

Guo Zichou's sword-flying was just as fast as he said. In less than three hours, he had covered a distance that would have taken An Ling several months to cover.

When they were still far away from Canglan Sword Sect, An Ling could already clearly distinguish which was Canglan Mountain: the mountain peak in the distance was piercing the clouds. Even though Guo Zichou was flying so high, it was not as high as the peak of Canglan Mountain. "Towering into the clouds" was not enough to describe the height of Canglan Mountain, because it seemed to be "growing" in the clouds.

The part above the clouds is covered with snow all year round, and dead pines climb up from the cliffs, which is very strange. There are not many plants and flowers in Canglan Mountain. The only thing An Ling can see in the distance is the white snow covering the gray-black steep cliffs, with a few pavilions and courtyards dotted in between, which is a bit bleak.

But the most surprising thing was that, although the weather was very good today and everywhere else was clear, the sky above Canglan Mountain was extremely dark, with faint flashes of lightning. Suddenly, a dazzling thunder struck, illuminating the dark mountain with a blanket of white. The strong light was reflected by the white snow on the ground, causing An Ling to squint.

As Guo Zichou and An Ling gradually approached Canglan Mountain, the thunder and lightning on Canglan Mountain never stopped. In her eyes, there was only light and darkness alternating constantly.

"How's little An Ling? Is she still holding on?" Guo Zichou asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Although An Ling was a little annoyed by the deafening thunder, she still answered calmly.

Guo Zichou nodded, and took An Ling to avoid the lightning that struck near them, and successfully landed in the sect. Before An Ling could take a good look at the scenery of the sect, Guo Zichou quickly put away his giant sword, called An Ling, and skillfully dodged the lightning that kept striking them, and quickly rushed under a building.

"An Ling, come here quickly!" Guo Zichou, who was watching the fun, shouted at An Ling who was still struggling to avoid the lightning.

An Ling's ears were buzzing and she almost couldn't hear what Guo Zichou said. She had no experience and could only look up to see where the lightning would strike to avoid it. However, the lightning struck too fast and seemed to be irregular. When she dodged one lightning, the next one would strike her right away. It was really confusing.

An Ling recalled that Guo Zichou seemed to have predicted the direction of the lightning long ago, and guessed that the lightning must strike in a regular pattern, so she calmed down and carefully recorded the direction of the lightning.

"Take this stone as the center." An Ling chose a large stone in her sight and prepared to use it as a benchmark.

The first lightning struck towards where An Ling was. An Ling felt its light and heat and took a step to the left. She compared it with the stone and silently recorded the position of the lightning.

The lightning as thick as a bowl hit the ground vertically like a rope connecting the sky and the earth. However, when the deadly lightning hit the bricks on the ground, it could not hurt the bricks at all. It was like the most ordinary rain, only splashing a little "water" on the bricks, and then disappeared. An Ling nodded secretly. She didn't know what the material of the bricks was that could withstand the lightning. But then again, Canglan Sword Sect was one of the six major sects. If the ground was full of potholes caused by lightning, wouldn't it be too shabby?

The second mine fell right in front of An Ling. It did not track people like An Ling had expected.

The third thunder passed by where An Ling was standing. An Ling estimated the distance, but still didn't dare to take the risk, so she quickly moved to the side.

An Ling also dodged and recorded the following lightning in the same way, and at the same time silently connected the directions of the lightning with lines in her mind to draw a picture.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, An Ling flew through the wind and circled around the falling lightning in the open space in front of the building. To Guo Zichou who was standing by, she looked like a dancer on the edge of a knife, always narrowly avoiding danger, which made people feel nervous.

This process did not last too long. When An Ling was calculating the 34th mine, she stood up confidently and pointed to a place about ten meters to the right of the stone and said, "The 34th mine!"

As if his words came true, the lightning in the sky really fell where An Ling said.

Guo Zichou curled the corner of his mouth. He never expected that An Ling, who had only been there for a quarter of an hour, could predict the direction of the lightning in advance!

"The thirty-fifth!" "The thirty-sixth!" An Ling said confidently as she walked leisurely towards Guo Zichou, "Then, return to the original position again. The first thunder is here!" She pointed to somewhere again, and the lightning followed her finger and struck the bricks.

Guo Zichou showed appreciation, "Not bad, little An Ling, you've only been here for a short time, and you've already figured out the formation?"

"You're too kind," An Ling said modestly. "I just noticed that the lightning fell in a regular pattern, forming many lines according to a certain vein. I drew a picture in my mind and felt that it had some similarities with the common 'Spirit Gathering Array'. So I dared to try to deduce the location of the lightning."

"Yes, it's the Spirit Gathering Formation!" Guo Zichou exclaimed, "This is the most common formation in the world, mostly used by ordinary immortal cultivation sects. Although it is very simple, it is still not easy to dodge lightning and push the formation at the same time. Okay, Lao Bai, this level has been passed, don't make it difficult for others."

A handsome man with white hair and eyebrows walked out from behind Guo Zichou. His white hair was tied behind his back with a silk ribbon, which made him look a little androgynous but not approachable. Hearing this, he just said coldly: "Bai Lin. Are you Yu Lang's apprentice?"