This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling was very interested in the formation that Bai Lin demonstrated, and expressed her interest in learning it.

After Bai Lin poured himself a cup of sword bone tea, he looked up at An Ling, then lowered his head to study the tea leaves in the cup.

An Ling understood. This was because she was unwilling. But also, she had only known Senior Bai Lin for less than a day, and it was a bit wishful thinking for her to ask him to teach her the craft he had studied for his entire life.

She smiled and let the matter go, "Thank you for your guidance today, An Ling is grateful."

Seeing that An Ling was about to leave, Bai Lin sighed and said calmly, "If you want to achieve something in the art of formation, it will take a very long time, and you don't have the talent for it. Learning swordsmanship is the right path for you."

Although Bai Lin's tone was cold, An Ling could also hear the concern in it. She was a little surprised that Bai Lin would explain the reason to her, but she quickly put away her emotions and nodded in response: "I know, I was too ambitious and didn't recognize the situation clearly."

Bai Lin was silent for a moment and then stretched out his hand. Under An Ling's gaze, his face turned slightly red. He took out a book from his storage space and handed it to An Ling, saying awkwardly: "This is the basics, I won't ask me again."

An Ling happily took Bai Lin's book. It was a very simple-looking book with a navy blue cover. There was no title on the first page and no writing on the back. When viewed from the side, the edges of each page were curled, and it looked like it was an old book that had been around for many years.

After An Ling opened the book, she saw various simple formations drawn on the pages. Under the pictures of the formations, the functions and uses of the formations were marked in small words.

She flipped through the book again, not believing it, and found that the whole book was so dry. Rather than a textbook, it was more like a collection of illustrations. An Ling looked up at Bai Lin, who seemed to be indifferent but kept staring at her. She wondered if this was written by Senior Bai Lin himself? If all the introductory textbooks in the world of immortal cultivation were like this, then she finally understood why Bai Lin said that formations were difficult to learn...

She coughed lightly and thanked Bai Lin: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I will definitely study hard!"

Bai Lin nodded slightly, and couldn't help but sigh that An Ling was such a sensible and good child, unlike his disciples with weird personalities who were a worry.

"Any more questions?" he asked.

An Ling pondered for a moment, "I want to know who the senior Jian Kai Tian Men is, and what exactly Master and the others are doing."

"Alas..." When mentioning these things, even someone as cold as Bai Lin couldn't help but sigh, "Have you heard of the Immortal Emperor of the Human World?"

No way, is it related to the Immortal Emperor again?

An Ling nodded and said, "I've heard a lot about him, and the Immortal Emperor's Mausoleum..." She took out the heavily sealed Soul-pulling Bell from her storage ring. She hadn't taken it out just now because she wanted to find a suitable opportunity. Now is the right time! "This is an item that an evil cultivator stole from the Immortal Emperor's Mausoleum. He was wanted by other evil cultivators because of it. I got it by chance."

Bai Lin took the bell, twisted it between his fingers and rubbed it gently. The seal that was jointly imposed by Zuo Wu and the Cloud Demon was broken, as easily as if he had a teacup in his hand.

"I see..." He closed his eyes and felt it silently, "It is indeed them. After so many years, they are still unwilling to admit the fact that he is dead..."

An Ling looked at Bai Lin expectantly. Bai Lin organized his words and explained to An Ling, "The Immortal Emperor's followers were all over the world. No matter if they were cultivators, mortals, or monsters, as long as they had contact with him and understood his thoughts, they would be fascinated by him and willingly follow him to attack the old system."

"They are called the Futian Army, which means to overturn the world. For him, who was just a mortal emperor at the time, the so-called 'heaven' that oppressed mortals was the Immortal Sect. He wanted to lead his subjects to overthrow the rule of the Immortal Sect, unify the world, and establish his own dynasty."

An Ling shook her head and said, "So, he failed in the end and was suppressed by the combined forces of the Immortal Sects..." As she was about to say this, she suddenly realized something and quickly changed her words, "The Immortal Emperor brought this upon himself. Are his followers still haunting him?"

Bai Lin pretended to cough to hide his embarrassment and changed the subject. "Yes, and that swordsman is a member of the Futian Army and your uncle-master, Li Wanjian."

"His life is extremely legendary. When he was still a baby, he was placed in a wooden basin and abandoned in the Canglan River. The water of the Canglan River was turbulent, and his small wooden basin was soon overturned. When the sect master found him, his swaddling clothes were hung on the sword inserted on the sword wall. He was saved by the sword left by his predecessor. The sect master was grateful for the deep connection between Li Wanjian and the sword, so he named him Wanjian and let him take his surname."

"He was able to wield a sword at the age of three, mastered all the sword techniques of the sect at the age of ten, created his own sword technique at the age of seventeen, and defeated the sect elders in swordplay. At the age of twenty, he went down the mountain and defeated all the opponents in the world, announcing to the world that he only wanted to be defeated once in his life."

"However, even such a prominent figure like Li Wanjian somehow came into contact with the Futian Army, and later voluntarily withdrew from the sect and followed the Futian Army."

An Ling felt that the Futian Army was somewhat like a pyramid scheme. Their brainwashing skills were quite sophisticated. Even a gifted person like Li Wanjian, who had never seen the dangers of the world, was easily fooled and fell into the trap.

"As a condition for leaving the sect, the sect master personally broke his right arm in front of us and made him swear that he would never use a right-handed sword again in his life."

"After that, we never heard of Li Wanjian again until that day when we saw his name on the Demon-Slaying Order issued by the Sky Dome Sect."

An Ling once felt boundless heroism in that sword intent. Li Wanjian compared himself to a mayfly that is born in the morning and dies in the evening. He slashed out with that sword with an indomitable sword intent. Yu Lang commented that he was comparable to the founder Ling Fengyue!

"Mayflies are terrifying, we must seize the day. Today, I will split the sky with a sword..." Li Wanjian's heroic voice seemed to still echo in An Ling's ears. Recalling her experience in the East China Sea, it can be said that Li Wanjian was the person who made An Ling truly yearn for cultivating immortals. She dreamed of seeing what kind of elegant demeanor the owner of that sword light was.

Now that she finally knew Li Wanjian's story, An Ling didn't know how to react. What Futian Army, what Immortal Sect, all of it was a mess, as if each party had its own reasons and difficulties. She was now a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and she admired Li Wanjian's style. It was really confusing.

"I can guess why he went to the East China Sea," Bai Lin said suddenly, "Even though I have lived in Canglan Mountain for a long time, I have heard rumors about the resurrection of the Immortal Emperor."

“But most people believe that the Immortal Emperor’s Tomb is hidden in the territory that the Immortal Emperor once ruled, and is guarded by the remnants of the Futian Army for generations. Li Wanjian has no reason to go to the East China Sea, unless the real Immortal Emperor’s Tomb is actually hidden in the East China Sea!”