This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling chose a cushion that she liked and sat cross-legged, observing her surroundings silently.

This hall was very spacious, and looked like an auditorium for meetings. The top alone was as high as a three-story house on Blue Star, and could probably accommodate thousands of people. The sound of An Ling's footsteps constantly echoed in the hall, making it seem particularly empty. However, there were not many things placed in such a large building. There were only many futons placed crookedly on the ground. Some of the futons were broken, and the cotton and straw inside had burst out. Some of the futons were painted with many funny patterns with pen and ink. An Ling even saw that someone had drawn a tic-tac-toe on the second futon two o'clock away from her. An Ling had no choice but to find a relatively clean futon to sit on. As a result, she was bumped by the futon below as soon as she sat down. She touched it secretly and found a book hidden in the futon!

There are six white jade stairs facing the gate. The white jade stairs wind upwards to the high platform and wooden chairs placed at the top. Behind the chair hangs a giant painting. The whole painting is magnificent and powerful. The focus of the painting is a woman who descends from the sky with a sword in both hands. The woman's robe and hair are flying behind her, but her face is not described in detail, because the painter is more willing to appreciate her strength than to appreciate her beautiful face: the painter's brush and ink focus more on the woman's action of splitting the mountain below with the broadsword in her hand. She holds the hilt tightly, lowers her shoulders and elbows, and just watching her movements, you can feel the powerful power from it, as if there is nothing in the world that can stop her; if you look behind, you will find that there is a surging river descending from the sky and circling behind the woman, as if a real black dragon is accompanying her. There are a few big words in the upper right corner: One sword cuts the blue waves!

An Ling looked at the painting and was stunned. The person in the painting was so cool! An indescribable sword intent rose from An Ling's brows, and the burning feeling made her cover her head.

"Hey, wake up, stop staring at the portrait of the ancestor. You don't understand the Canglan sword intent well enough now. You will become a fool if you force yourself to comprehend it!" Elder Wu spoke very humorously. He sat down casually on the white jade steps. His posture was not much different from that of some ruffians in the mortal world. Seeing that An Ling was another disciple bewitched by the ancestor, Elder Wu smiled and shook his head. A stream of light shot out from his fingers and hit An Ling's forehead. An Ling suddenly felt a coolness in the burning pain, and the pain in his head stopped immediately.

"Thank you, Elder." An Ling was a little embarrassed and thanked Elder Wu. As expected, she shouldn't have looked around.

Elder Wu waved his hand nonchalantly, "Hey, it's no big deal. There are many disciples like you who overestimate their abilities every year. I'm used to it."

An Ling listened to Elder Wu's rich interjections and smiled secretly in her heart. This Elder Wu was truly a wonderful person, and there was something lovable about him.

"Okay, you are An Ling, right?" Elder Wu remembered something, took out a booklet from the storage space, looked up and asked.

An Ling nodded, "Yes, I am An Ling."

Hearing this, Elder Wu lowered his head and added a few strokes to the book, adding An Ling's name to the list filled with the names of the disciples. "An... Ling, um, when were you born?"

"Uh..." To be honest, An Ling herself didn't know exactly what her birthday was in this life. After all, her family was very poor and she had never celebrated her birthday. She racked her brains to think about it, but could only recall some vague memories her mother had told her. Elder Wu urged her speechlessly, "No way, you don't even know when you were born?"

An Ling gritted her teeth. She really couldn't remember the details. She only remembered that she was born in the twelfth month of the seventh or eighth year of Qingping. Seeing that Elder Wu was getting impatient, An Ling didn't want Elder Wu to dislike her, so she randomly reported a similar time, "Qingping... the seventh year, December... um, the twentieth."

"Okay." Elder Wu did not doubt him and wrote directly, "Your master is Elder Yu, um... Master... Yu... Lang... Okay."

Just after Elder Wu wrote An Ling's information on the disciple roster, the row where An Ling was located emitted a dazzling light, shot out from the roster, and flew directly into An Ling's spiritual platform.

Elder Wu explained, "In this way, you are officially a disciple of our Canglan Sword Sect. In the future, you must practice diligently, understand?" He yawned and continued, "Elder Yu is out, so you will temporarily practice with my disciples. Here, take this," he took out a token that was exactly the same as the one Bai Lin gave to An Ling, "This is the pass token for Moxiang Pavilion. With this, you can consult classics and learn corresponding spells, but higher-level spells need to be exchanged for contributions. If you want to earn contributions, go to the largest building in the west to receive the task. Hmm... let me think about what else I want to tell you..."

"Elder, where do I live?" An Ling recalled the miserable state of sleeping outdoors last night and asked hurriedly.

"Oh, right!" Elder Wu knocked his right palm with his left fist, and finally remembered the place he had missed. "Little An Ling, there are many empty caves on the mountain now. Go over there," he pointed to the southwest, "see that there are no restrictions at the door, and there is nothing inside. Just find one to live in, and you don't have to register with me. Our sect doesn't do this. The most I can do is write down your name and lineage on the disciple list, and then give you access to the formation."

An Ling opened her mouth. She had imagined the Canglan Sword Sect many times before she came here. For example, it was a blessed land with a purple aura coming from the east, dragons and phoenixes flying around the sect, and the people in the sect were all awesome and radiated golden light...

But when she actually came here, she discovered the "special" thing about this place. To be honest, the way this Elder Wu spoke and did things was not much different from Uncle Ge in her village. He was nothing like the "elder of the immortal sect" she had imagined.

An Ling was silent. She suddenly thought of Yu Lang and Guo Zichou whom she had met before. It seemed that all the people from Canglan Sword Sect were like this...

"Alright, alright, hurry up and find a place to rest, then go wander around, and come back here for class in two days." After Wu Yuanxiu finished his instructions, he stood up abruptly, put one hand on his waist and pointed at the door with the other, and shouted, "Now, disband!"

Under An Ling's strange gaze, Wu Yuanxiu pulled out a sword longer than his others from the scabbard lying horizontally behind his back with a very strange posture. It was a wooden sword as black as ink. An Ling looked at it from all angles, but could not tell the difference between this wooden sword and an ordinary wooden sword. At most, a layer of wax was coated on the surface of the sword, making it look shiny.

Wu Yuanxiu grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the wooden sword flew into the air with a whoosh, taking the little Wu Yuanxiu up with it. Wu Yuanxiu flew quickly in the air with the wooden sword, like a fly. He laughed, and the volume of his voice kept changing as he flew. "Little Anling, I'm leaving first! Remember to come to class in two days--" The last syllable could no longer be heard, because Wu Yuanxiu's figure had disappeared from An Ling's eyes, leaving her alone in the hall.

An Ling had been complaining crazily in her heart since the moment she arrived here. The people in the entire Canglan Sword Sect... Oh no, except for the more serious Bai Lin, everyone else was weird, with a kind of abstract style of Blue Star.

"Is this the quality that a cultivator must possess? Hmm... I need to learn more from them."