This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Luo Qinghuai sat decadently on the steps in front of the Tower of Babel, his sparse white hair dancing in the wind and thunder. The strong light emitted by the thunder made his white hair seem to glow and flash with the light.

Bai Lin was still repairing the formation in the tower, while elders such as Wu Yuanxiu and Mu Qing had gone down to recuperate. Now, he was the only one left again.

Luo Qinghuai squinted his cloudy old eyes and looked at the center of the thundercloud. When he first came to Yitingping sixty years ago, he was already curious about what was above the thundercloud? Was there a fairy in it? Was there a dragon that could drive thunder and lightning?

All kinds of strange ideas kept popping up in Luo Qinghuai's young brain. He was also curious about the very strange Black Mist Grandmaster entrenched in the Sword Pavilion: Is its body mist? If I input spiritual energy into it, will it disperse the Black Mist Grandmaster's body? Or will it dilute it?

The young man would do whatever he thought of, even if the target was a terrifying "old monster". He sneaked into the Sword Pavilion when no one was there, ready to test his ideas. This was the first encounter between Luo Qinghuai and Master Black Mist.

Luo Qinghuai couldn't quite remember what happened that day. He only remembered that the master said one last sentence: "Little ghost, don't be willful."

The time sixty years ago was half of a mortal's life, but for Master Black Mist, who had changed his form of existence, it was just a short moment.

After killing Zhang Fan, Luo Qinghuai finally staggered to the front of Master Black Mist. He looked up at the master who looked exactly like the one in his memory. He laughed and cried at the same time. He knelt down respectfully to Master Black Mist, put his forehead on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Respectfully send Master to the Tower of Babel!"

He paused, tears dripping down into the dirt, his voice hoarse with tears in it: "Respectfully send our Master to the Tower of Babel!"

Master Black Mist floated in the air, quietly looking at this extremely old-looking "kid" without saying a word.

"Disciple..." Luo Qinghuai choked up, "Disciple is unfilial."

"You... are very good," Master Black Mist's voice was a little intermittent, "You can handle it, Sect Master."

Behind Luo Qinghuai were countless elders and disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect. They knelt on the ground, looking at their master and the sect leader in grief.

Luo Qinghuai choked up lightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes had become extremely resolute: "Everyone in Canglan is grateful for Master's great virtue and kindness, which will never be forgotten! Master has worked hard for so many years, and this disciple respectfully sends Master to Tongtian Tower to recuperate!"

All Canglan disciples knelt down in the direction of their master and shouted in unison: "Farewell, Master!"

Today, all swords mourn together, an old era has come to an end.

Today, humanity is flourishing and a new era has begun.

……

Luo Qinghuai suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the disciple who had hurried over to report. He sighed that he was really old and was immersed in memories again. He put away his decadence and laziness, stood up and said calmly: "What's wrong?"

"Master! Three people from the Sky Dome Sect are coming to pay their respects to the mountain!" the disciple said anxiously, "They said they have something important to discuss with you, Master."

Luo Qinghuai's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Since you have come to the Sword Sect, don't leave."

The towering peak of Canglan Mountain is higher than the endless sea of ​​clouds. The top of the mountain is shrouded in inky thunderclouds for a long time. Lightning flashes continuously fall like water. Even the most skilled climbing monkeys cannot overcome the heavy thunderstorms and reach the top of the mountain.

Just at the foot of Canglan Mountain, the three uninvited guests looked up at the pitch-black clouds, chatting and laughing as they went up the mountain. When they passed the Canglan Sword Sect on the east side of the mountainside, they also entered the market with great interest to stroll around.

"Calculating the time, it should be about time, right?" someone said with a smile.

All three of them were wearing Taoist robes with a white background and blue cloud patterns. They had their hair tied up in high buns and two headbands fluttering behind them as they walked. They looked both unrestrained and had a hint of immortality. All three of them looked like young men with flawless skin and black hair, and looked like they were in their twenties or thirties. They had elegant figures and a sweet fragrance around their bodies, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not ordinary people.

Yan Fayuan took out a jade bottle with a fragrant aroma from his sleeve, poured out two round pills and placed them in his palm. He handed them to his companion and said worriedly, "Come on, take the pills in advance, or you will be beaten to death later."

“I still think that the Sword Sect wouldn’t dare to be so arrogant!” The hot-tempered man Yan Facheng crossed his arms and said coldly, “The three of us are the Sky Dome Sect’s Tiger Leap Realm Xuan-level disciples. Even if the Sword Sect’s people usually act perversely and fiercely, they still have to give the Sky Dome Sect some face!”

The disciple who was walking in front and the first to speak stopped and looked back at his fellow apprentice. "So what do you think we are here for?"

"Of course, I'll use Zhang Fan as the lead..." "Shut up!" Before he could finish, the man shouted at him, "It's fine if you don't have a brain! How dare you talk nonsense?"

"You were the one who asked first..."

"Heh," Yan Famo laughed sarcastically, with a hint of sadness in his laughter, "We are nothing but abandoned pawns. When you meet Luo Qinghuai, remember to be smart. If you are not careful, even a true immortal can't save you."

The other two thought of what Luo Qinghuai had done and couldn't help but tremble slightly. Although he was "old", he had almost slaughtered all the geniuses of the same period! Killing a few of them, wouldn't it be easier than killing ants?

……

The three of them were calm and composed, following the narrow path they had just opened up, climbing up the mountainside step by step. After all, they had to have proper respect when visiting other sects. Flying over other sects was an offense. The purpose of their trip was not to conflict with the Canglan Sword Sect, so it was better to be cautious.

After climbing the vines to reach a platform, they finally glimpsed a corner of the Sword Sect through the clouds. They saw a clear air lingering above the Sword Sect, but the disciples who usually flew in and out on swords were not there at all. The sky above the Sword Sect was quiet, not at all like what was rumored.

"Isn't it said that the disciples of the Sword Sect usually fly by standing on swords? Their Canglan Mountain is so high, they should usually rely on flying swords to get in and out, right? Why is there no one here today?" Yan Facheng asked puzzledly.

"Hush," Yan Fayuan pinched his right hand and gently touched Yan Facheng's mouth. The golden magic circle flashed on his mouth and then disappeared. "From now on, you are not allowed to speak."

“Mmmmm…” Yan Facheng glared at Yan Fayuan fiercely, meaning why are you so cowardly that you’re afraid of even this?

“As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood…” Yan Fayuan was the one who took the medicine in advance. He shook his head and felt that there was nothing to say to the fool. Let the fool die, but don't let him be implicated.

The three of them walked to the gate of Canglan Sword Sect. Yan Famo politely bowed to the guarding disciple and said, "We are disciples of Tianqiong Sect. We want to discuss important matters with your Sect Master. Can you introduce us to one or two?"