This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

The old man thought that Yu Lang was hanging out with the remnants of the Immortal Emperor’s Futian Army, and that he couldn’t be considered a good person at all.

An Ling was furious. It was unbearable for this old man to insult her master in front of his apprentice. She suppressed her anger and retorted, "My master and his two sworn brothers once killed sea monsters in the East China Sea to protect the nearby villagers. I was also a beneficiary. Old man, I think what you said is a bit too much, isn't it?"

The old man sneered, "It's not your place to comment on whether I said something or not. Why, do I need your approval to beat my own apprentice?"

The old man's tone was very aggressive and sarcastic, which made people feel very uncomfortable. However, An Ling noticed the key words in his words, "My own apprentice? You are..."

"Hmph!" The old man became nervous again. He pulled out a book from the side and started reading in front of An Ling.

An Ling thought about it. Guo Zichou is the disciple of the sect leader and Yu Lang's junior brother. Then Yu Lang's master is also the sect leader. So, this stubborn old man in front of her is actually the sect leader of Canglan Sword Sect?

She looked at the thin and short old man in front of her. He had an ordinary appearance, like an old farmer in the country. The skin on his face was sunken, and the whole person seemed like a skeleton wrapped in a piece of human skin. His hair was gray and sparse, and it was casually tied into a bun in the middle, but it seemed as if he was in line with the words in the poem "so thin that it can't even be tied up with a hairpin", that is, his hair was so thin that even a hairpin couldn't be used to hold it up. He was wearing an ordinary gray robe and curled up in a chair reading a book, which was completely inconsistent with the identity of "Master of the Immortal Sect".

But if you think about it carefully, ever since you met the people from Canglan Sword Sect, the so-called "stereotype" of appearance has been constantly overturned. Every member of the Sword Sect that An Ling has met is very down-to-earth. They don't fit the word "immortal", but they have more of the "chivalrous" spirit that carries the earth.

An Ling realized that the sweeping monks and other ordinary-looking characters guarding the Sutra Repository in ancient novels were actually hidden masters, just waiting for some short-sighted villains to provoke them, and then they would start to show off in a gorgeous way, and finally "leave after the work is done, hiding their achievements and fame", and achieve a great reputation.

She took a deep breath, saluted like a disciple to the old man, and said respectfully: "Greetings, Sect Master. I haven't visited you before. Please forgive me. I hope to join the Sword Sect and become a member of it."

The old man raised his eyes from the book and said curiously, "I've heard Xiao Guo talk about you, but the face doesn't match. If you want to join our sect, just come in directly. Why are you asking me?"

"Uh..." Even though An Ling had long known that the people of Canglan Sword Sect had very strange personalities, the Sect Master's words still made her very confused. "Well, Sect Master, I read in a storybook before that to join a sect one needs to undergo many tests, and then the protagonist goes through many difficulties before finally being able to join the sect... something like that..." An Ling looked at the Sect Master's strange eyes and couldn't help but stop.

The sect leader had a bad temper. He rolled his eyes at An Ling and was too lazy to explain anything to her. Anyway, she could move around freely in the sect, which meant that she had been recorded in Lao Wu's roster for a long time. Wasn't that enough? Was there a need to hold a grand ceremony for her to celebrate her joining?

"What are you doing here? If you have nothing to do, get out! Don't bother me!" the sect leader cursed.

An Ling organized her words and asked politely, "I want to learn the sect's magic."

"Over there." The clan leader continued to read without raising his head, and pointed to something placed next to the door. "Look for it if you need anything."

Seeing that the sect master was very unwilling to pay attention to her, An Ling felt that this sect was really weird, and had a vague feeling that it was going to be doomed. She sighed and walked over there resignedly. There were about seven or eight shelves at the entrance, each covered with black cloth. An Ling picked one of them and lifted the black cloth.

"Hello, hello, hello!" A very abstract... bird? Appeared in front of An Ling, and made sounds by vibrating its belly to greet An Ling. This "bird" had no head, only wings and a belly. The two white wings were covered with feathers, and it looked normal. Its belly was actually transparent, and An Ling could clearly see what was going on inside it through its transparent belly - a complete set of pocket organs were squeezed into the belly of this little thing. Although it was small, it had all the organs. But the most shocking thing was that it had two particularly large claws, swaying in the air, and it looked very heavy. People couldn't help but wonder if it could fly with these two claws?

An Ling paused. This is a monster, right? It must be a monster, right? But considering where she was, she swallowed all her doubts and said, "I want to learn magic."

"Ding——" A bright light came out of the belly of the strange bird, shining An Ling up and down, "Query person: An Ling; Querying sect contribution: 0; complete skills are as follows——"

The strange bird circled in front of An Ling for a few times, and a screen of light with words written on it appeared in front of her, "Scorching Sun Divine Art: Contribution, Falling Star Sword Art: Contribution..."

"Ah? One million contributions?" An Ling was dumbfounded. What kind of price range is this? How many years of earning would it take to exchange for such a technique?

"I want to see the skills that can be exchanged at present." An Ling said.

"Screening..."

"Big stone smashes chest: 0 contribution, you can go out to perform in the streets in a critical moment, note: there is no guarantee whether it is the stone or the chest that is smashed."

"Eating noodles while standing upside down: 0 contribution. After using the technique, the caster can eat noodles while standing upside down without choking."

"Shadow Puppetry: 0 contribution. After learning this technique, you can quickly master the technique of manipulating shadow puppets for performances."

……

An Ling quickly browsed through them and was speechless. These skills were useless. They were indeed spells and did have relevant functions. But to say that they were useful, they were exactly the same as the tricks of the underworld and had nothing to do with combat at all.

"Master, why is there such a big difference in our skills?" An Ling now knew that the Master didn't like to be restrained, so she stopped bowing and asked politely.

"These are the hard work left by our predecessors. Learn them well!" said the sect leader.

"Uh, so, these skills were donated by alumni... oh no, former disciples?"

"The top ones are the techniques left by our ancestors. They cover everything, but the requirements for learning are too harsh. You can't learn them just by making enough contributions. It also depends on your luck. The ones at the back are the techniques that our predecessors have comprehended throughout their lives. However, the quality varies, and it also depends on each person's luck."

"Okay..." An Ling took a look and thought that she should earn some contribution first before redeeming it.

Just as she was about to leave, the clan leader stopped her and said, "If I were you, I would learn all those things that you don't need to contribute."