This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After An Ling explained her thoughts to Mu Qing, Mu Qing began to think about her past life and the operation of the world for the first time in a long time. Is there really something wrong with the world she has lived in for decades? Does the life that An Ling talked about really exist?

She couldn't imagine a world where even slaves could live the kind of life An Ling described, let alone a world where someone, or an organization, could regulate the behavior of monks. You know, once monks start fighting, the earth will shake at best, and the fertile land will be destroyed at worst. It seems that no monks are willing to speak for the mortals living there. They die, and together with the fields and buildings destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, they become victims of the struggle.

Mu Qing began to recall her past battles. The result was absolutely obvious. She once fought with a cultivator who practiced the Law of Heaven and Earth. The opponent suddenly transformed himself and raised his body dozens of feet high, taller than a mountain. In order to show his strength, he even "pulled" up the mountain next to him in front of Mu Qing and threw it at Mu Qing, who was as small as an ant. The battle was won with great danger. In the end, Mu Qing took advantage of the opponent's distraction and stabbed the blood sword as thin as an ox hair into the opponent's eyes, and then it exploded in the brain, thus regaining the upper hand.

"According to you, monks don't have to fight anymore? Everyone should go home and farm?" Mu Qing said coldly.

"That's not the case. I just think that the duel can be conducted in a more standardized way. For example, a certain combat area can be set up and monks who want to compete can go there to fight, so as to avoid excessive destruction."

An Ling finally found someone who was listening, and she began to excitedly tell Mu Qing about her plan, which made Mu Qing frown frequently and retort from time to time, but overall, the two of them had a pleasant conversation. And because their conversation was conducted through voice transmission, no third person could eavesdrop on their conversation, so they were able to entertain each other along the way.

Fu's introduction was so long that Luo Qinghuai began to yawn and repeatedly asked when they could be allowed to rest. Fu's answer was only one sentence: "It will be soon, don't worry, my fellow immortals."

"Elder, I feel that the reception from the Sky Dome Sect is very wrong..." An Ling sent a voice message to Mu Qing, "There is absolutely no reason for her to take us to such a detailed understanding of their sect's headquarters. She almost dug up the floor tiles for us to see!"

Mu Qing sneered, "They are just playing tricks. They love to do things that are not presentable, and then make it impossible for you to oppose them openly because they have 'good intentions'." Mu Qing said the last 'good intentions' in such a sarcastic tone that An Ling was stunned. It was the first time she saw Elder Mu Qing not scolding directly, but speaking in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just imitating them." Mu Qing said.

"Could it be some kind of delayed-release poison that we inhale slowly, and at a certain point, it will suddenly explode?" An Ling became more and more frightened the more she thought about it. She had already begun to imagine that after all the people in the sect were poisoned, the people from the Sky Dome Sect would approach them with magic weapons with ferocious faces, and then...

"Wrong," Mu Qing said, "I have a keen sense of blood, which naturally includes the health of human blood. I have not found any poison or other means hidden in the body."

"That's strange..." The conclusion that An Ling came to after thinking for a long time was directly overturned by Mu Qing. She had no other ideas at the moment and could only take it one step at a time.

At some point, Fu finally stopped bragging about a pillar carved with flowers and plants, and looked at the people from the three major immortal sects with a smile, "Then this introduction will end here. I'm afraid all the immortal friends are tired. My sect has already arranged a place for you to rest. Please follow me." After that, she led everyone to the northwest.

Luo Qinghuai was already tired of scolding. He glared and stared at Fu's back, wishing he could spit on this guy's face. But there was nothing he could do. He was now representing a sect. If he had come here on his own, he would definitely not let the Tianqiong Sect have an easy time!

Wu Yuanxiu, who was accompanying him, whispered, "Lao Luo, I just checked and found no underhanded tactics. Why do you think the Sky Dome Sect wanted to hold us back?"

"Now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, we need to wait and see what happens," Luo Qinghuai said in a literary way, and then said, "Maybe the old thief Tianxuan has hidden some treasures and won't let us see them! Humph, the places they took us to are all remote places, but they didn't take us into the old thief Tianxuan's lair! Wait a little longer, you will soon know what she is doing."

"What have you done?" Wu Yuanxiu couldn't help but feel curious when he saw Luo Qinghuai's mysterious look. He had known Luo Qinghuai for so many years, but he had never seen him suffer at the hands of anyone. Today, he was treated like a dog by the people of Tianqiong Sect, and this guy would definitely not let it go.

"Haha," Luo Qinghuai sneered, silently feeling the feeling coming from the clone, "Of course it's something that can overturn her nest."

Just as Fu was leading everyone to visit the attractions of the Tianqiong Sect, Luo Qinghuai, who always loved to make trouble, would definitely not follow her obediently. As early as when Fu started to take them on a detour, he had already secretly cast a spell and sent his clone out to explore the interior of the Tianqiong Sect.

Luo Qinghuai looked at the young disciples who were so happy as if they were going on a spring outing, and couldn't help but sigh deeply. This was the method used by the Tianqiong Sect, using all kinds of things that looked beautiful on the surface to lure young people, to make them accept their ideas imperceptibly, and to transform them into what they wanted.

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On the other hand, the other disciples here collectively ignored the people from the Ten Thousand Demons Valley and were laughing and joking like primary school students on a spring outing. They followed Fu's explanation and enjoyed their "one-day tour" of the Tianqiong Sect. However, on the other side, in the main hall of the Tianqiong Sect, the atmosphere was quite different.

"What do you mean? Why didn't you discuss such an important matter with us!" Aimu gritted his teeth, staring angrily at the elegant woman sitting at the top, and his hands hidden under the cloak quietly clenched into fists.

Today, Aimu did not dress up as a gorgeous dancer like she did in Jiangning before. Instead, she chose a more low-key moon-white hood and cape. The hood covered her head, leaving only a few strands of brown curly hair playfully falling outside, adding a touch of liveliness to Aimu's solemnity.

The elegant woman was tall, like a towering mountain. She wore an extremely complicated hair crown on her head, which neatly tied up her long black hair. Her radiant square face was flawless, and she looked majestic and steady, as if she were a god.

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan Yuanjun just brushed his sleeves lightly and said indifferently: "You are not qualified to negotiate with me. The only thing Yuehua Sect can do is obey!"