This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After An Ling explained the origin of the Broken Stars, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

An Ling asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Wu Baiquan swallowed and looked at the broken stars in An Ling's hand with a look of fear. He quickly pulled Shao Shuang'er and Murong Ziqiu aside and took a step back before answering, "Junior Sister, are you sure this is really the sword that Li Wanjian left in the Sword Pavilion?"

Seeing them like this, An Ling had a rough guess in her mind. After Li Wanjian defected from the sect and joined the Futian Army, his reputation in the sect would probably be greatly affected. She still wanted to explain a few words for Li Wanjian, "Yes, and I know the story of Senior Li. He is a... well, quite complicated good man."

Murong Ziqiu was born in an aristocratic family and had been exposed to many things in the world of immortal cultivation since he was a child. To him, the name "Li Wanjian" was no different from the King of Hell, a killing god who could definitely stop children from crying at night. He didn't want An Ling to go astray, so he explained to her: "Li Wanjian was indeed a sword genius in our sect, but later he fell into the devil's way. After he rebelled against the sect, he went to various major sects and aristocratic families to slaughter cultivators. He was unreasonable when he killed people, Junior Sister, don't listen to his bewitching words!"

"That's impossible. He just wants to avenge the mortals." An Ling retorted, remembering what Li Wanjian had said to her.

Murong Ziqiu sighed, "I don't know the specific reason, but it is certain that he slaughtered righteous cultivators for no reason. Why did those righteous cultivators who had done nothing wrong in their lives end up dead?"

An Ling just looked down at the broken stars in silence.

Wu Baiquan, who was standing by, saw the two of them like this and quickly came over to smooth things over: "Forget it, Junior Sister has just been in the sect for a short time, it's normal for her not to understand these things. Ziqiu, don't be so serious, you're scaring her."

"In short, anything related to Li Wanjian is very dangerous," Murong Ziqiu said solemnly, "Once a cultivator comes into contact with the devil, he will begin to degenerate uncontrollably, and eventually become a madman controlled by desire and evil thoughts. Li Wanjian used to be such a glorious and promising person. Everyone thought he would lead the Canglan Sword Sect to revival, and some even compared him to the founder. But what happened later? Later, he rebelled against the sect and started a killing spree. I'm afraid he had completely forgotten the sect's oath!"

An Ling just remained silent. Fortunately, at this time, Elder Wu and the others had also resolved the issues in the Sword Pavilion and walked out one after another. Everyone's eyes were focused on the sword in An Ling's hand. Their expressions varied. Some were obviously disgusted, some were very interested, and some seemed to be in deep thought. But what was certain was that they all recognized this famous sword "Broken Stars".

Elder Wu came over with his hands behind his back, frowned at the naughty monkeys, and waved his hand to drive them away: "Go back to the cave and rest for a while, I will take care of the rest."

"Old Wu! Where is the guy with double pupils? Why didn't he come out with you?" Wu Baiquan stood on tiptoe and looked at the crowd coming out, but found with regret that Lu Xiulin was not among them, so he hurriedly asked Elder Wu.

"I don't know." Elder Wu sighed, "Everyone has their own destiny, there's no need to force it." He nodded at Wu Baiquan and An Ling, indicating that this sentence was said to them at the same time, "Okay, don't wait here, go where it's cool, it's not safe here yet."

Elder Wu had started to drive them away, so there was no reason for them to stay here any longer. But looking at their mischievous expressions, An Ling felt that they would secretly come back anyway.

"Forget about them, little An Ling, come with me," Elder Wu drew out his wooden sword, "The clan leader wants to see you."

An Ling nodded, preparing to put the broken stars into the storage ring first, and then use the Xiangzhu Sword to fly. However, she found that after several attempts, the broken stars could not enter the storage ring. She had no choice but to look at Elder Wu for help.

Elder Wu shook his head. "This sword is not a special item. It cannot be stored in the storage space. Only you can hold it."

"Ah?" An Ling's heart pounded as she remembered how all the big guys seemed to recognize the sword. "Is there no other way? This sword seems to be a little sensitive."

"Everything is destined," Elder Wu muttered mysteriously, as if he knew everything, but also as if he was just saying it casually, "If you think it's too eye-catching, go back and wrap it with a rag."

He was an impatient man and was very annoyed with An Ling's nagging. He simply grabbed An Ling's shoulder with one hand and flew up into the sky with his other hand on a sword. As fast as lightning, he flew quickly towards the sect hall, leaving An Ling screaming and worrying about her arm being dislocated.

When An Ling was put on the ground, her head was still dizzy. Seeing this, Elder Wu anxiously pushed An Ling down to sit on the cushion. He put away the small wooden sword, walked to the cushion next to him with his hands behind his back, and sat down.

"Master, she is An Ling, the new disciple of the Devil of Chaos." Elder Wu pointed at An Ling and introduced her. "This girl is really extraordinary. Wherever she goes, something bad happens. My little monkeys took her to the Sword Pavilion to choose a sword, but something bad happened again. Not only did the Sword Pavilion collapse, which is rare in a thousand years, but she also brought out the evil sword 'Shattered Stars'."

An Ling also recovered. She raised her head and looked at the seat high up. There sat the old man whom she had met in Moxiang Pavilion before, the leader of Canglan Sword Sect. He was now dressed very neatly, in stark contrast to his casual attire before. The gorgeous and complicated black leader's attire pressed down on his aging body. The battle robe that should have highlighted the majesty of the immortal sect leader actually looked a bit funny on him now.

The clan leader looked very tired and lifeless. He looked at An Ling and the broken stars in her hand and couldn't help but sigh. His already old face looked even more decadent. "I've seen her, just now."

"Ah? What? When did you meet?"

An Ling smiled awkwardly, "What a coincidence, Sect Master, we meet again."

"Do you have a grudge against me?" The clan leader said something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth. "I was happily retired and enjoying my quiet life, but when you came, everything changed."

"Oh, Sect Master..." Elder Wu hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Don't say that. How can you blame An Ling for all these things?"

"I sealed the Evil Sword into the Sword Pavilion with my own hands. I know who you are better than anyone else." The Sect Master was unusually serious. "You are the extraterritorial demon in the prophecy, who can overturn the situation of the two worlds."