This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"You are not qualified to negotiate with me. The only thing Yuehua Cult can do is obey!"

The current leader of the Tianqiong Sect, Tianxuan Yuanjun, just looked at the unreasonable Ayimu indifferently. Her threat, like a white rabbit baring its teeth, could not even cause the slightest fluctuation in Tianxuan Yuanjun. In her heart, no one can question her judgment, and no one can oppose her decision. The so-called opposition is nothing more than a wrong judgment made without recognizing the facts. In simple terms, Tianxuan Yuanjun is always right, and if other people have different opinions, it means that they are wrong.

Aimu bit his lip, raised his eyes from under his hat with hatred, and stared at Tianxuan Yuanjun viciously, "Aren't our two sects allies? Didn't we say that we would stand together through thick and thin? How can you be so cold-blooded? Let our Yuehua Sect pave the way for the Tianqiong Sect?"

"This is the best way." Tianxuan Yuanjun was dressed in a purple embroidered fur cape, a red and blue flying skirt, a emerald feather robe, a golden bell and a green belt, and a complicated and majestic tall crown on her head. She sat on the throne formed by clouds like a god, with several boys and girls holding up jade fans, treasure bottles, ruyi, whisks and other magic weapons to protect her at her side. At this moment, she lowered her eyes to look at the tiny Aimu below, just like a god casting a glance at an ant. In the eyes of the god, there is naturally no sorrow or joy of an ant. It is just an "ant".

“Why should we gamble the life of the entire Yuehua Sect for a ‘prophecy’ that doesn’t exist at all!” Aimu was alone. She stood alone in the extremely spacious palace, facing the “god” who could annihilate everything in an instant. However, she still looked at Tianxuan Yuanjun stubbornly, “rebelling” for the survival of Yuehua Sect. “The life of Tianqiong Sect is life, but the life of our Yuehua Sect is not life!”

Tianxuan Yuanjun smiled gently, as if she was watching a funny clown show. Her body leaned forward slightly, but with just such a slight movement, the oncoming sense of oppression was too much for Aimu to bear. After holding on for a short moment, all the bones in her body seemed to be crushed, and she fell down on the jade brick with a plop, no longer having the demeanor of a so-called "saint".

"You are the least qualified person to say this," Tianxuan Yuanjun said, "Since you learned how to capture souls, how many mortal lives have you reaped? Do you still remember how many mortals you have killed?"

"Except for me, no one's life is more noble than that of a filthy pig or dog, and you are naturally one of them."

She continued, "Who are you to say no to me when I need you to give your life?"

Aimu's whole body was shaking and twitching, with large amounts of blood oozing out of her mouth and nose, staining the jade bricks on the ground with a layer of blood. She now looked even more miserable than the mortals who had been killed for fun before.

Under real power, what is the difference between a person who obtains small privileges by currying favor with the powerful and the lowest slave? It is just the difference between dying first and dying later.

Tianxuan Yuanjun looked at Aimu who was twitching like a bug below and felt that she was totally out of place with the atmosphere of the entire Heavenly Palace. She waved her hand and asked her men at the door to come in quickly and drag Aimu away to avoid dirtying her eyes.

Just as the two men grabbed Aimu's arms, she suddenly frowned and attacked one of the men with lightning speed. A light so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye suddenly flashed and shot directly into the man's forehead!

The "subordinate" seemed to have sensed something, smiled at her contemptuously, and then turned into foam in front of Tianxuan Yuanjun's eyes and disappeared into the air.

"Sect Master!" The commotion in the sect's main hall directly attracted the top leaders of the Tianqiong Sect. They ignored the person curled up on the ground, pitifully covering his face with a hood, and knelt on the ground to ask Tianxuan Yuanjun: "Sect Master! Our sect suspects that there are assassins infiltrating. Should we immediately prohibit all requests to go out and conduct self-examination within the sect?"

"No." Tianxuan Yuanjun's words were as firm as gold. As long as she made a decision, there was no need for the people below to speculate again. "I already know who this person is. Everything is under control. This matter is not allowed to be spread outside. Those who violate it will be punished by having their souls torn apart!"

"Yes!" Although the top leaders of the Tianqiong Sect were still very worried about this unidentified "assassin", since the sect leader said so, there was no need for them to get involved in the matter anymore.

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The moment his clone was blown up by Tianxuan, Luo Qinghuai was dizzy for a short time. Before others could react, he looked as if nothing had happened again, looking lazily at the place where Tianqiong Sect used to receive other participating sects, and making comments from time to time.

"Tsk! What kind of good person would hang a white cloth at the door? Is he crying here?"

"Hey, hey, hey, little girl over there, don't touch the flowers and plants. They are poisonous, don't you know?"

"I want the biggest one in the middle. Who's in favor or against? Okay, I know no one's against it, so I'll go."

Luo Qinghuai's words were much weirder than usual. Wu Yuanxiu, who had been close friends with him for many years, frowned and held Luo Qinghuai's arm. From his perspective, Luo Qinghuai's breath was unstable and he had obviously encountered something, so he asked in a voice transmission: "Old Luo, how are you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that my clone took Tianxuan's attack head-on." Luo Qinghuai said calmly.

"What? Tianxuan's move?" Wu Yuanxiu was stunned. He quickly avoided the sight of others and pulled him into the corridor. He grabbed Luo Qinghuai's wrist and began to feel his pulse. "The pulse is unpredictable and the breath is unstable. The injury suffered by the clone who can share senses will definitely backfire on you. How come you still look fine?"

Luo Qinghuai chuckled, revealing his big mouth with two missing front teeth, "Of course it's because I, your sect master, am awesome! Tianxuan is nothing to me! It's nothing more than that!"

Wu Yuanxiu looked at Luo Qinghuai suspiciously. After confirming that he was fine, he was even more shocked than when he found out that Luo Qinghuai's clone had taken Tianxuan Yuanjun's attack. He looked Luo Qinghuai up and down as if he had just met him for the first time. "Old Luo, you are not practicing in secret, are you? We are already this old, and you are still like this?"

Luo Qinghuai shrugged, "Who knows? Well, let's go and watch those naughty monkeys. If we don't keep an eye on them, they're going to make a scene!"

Wu Yuanxiu shook his head, lamenting that the world was becoming more corrupt and people's hearts were no longer as they used to be. Then he walked over to the young disciples who were playing and joking, coughed hard, and successfully received a lot of miscellaneous questions.

Luo Qinghuai hid in a corner where they couldn't see her. She covered her mouth with her clothes and vomited blood. In her heart, she cursed Tianxuan Yuanjun for all her ancestors for eighteen generations. "Oh, this guy is so cruel. As expected, the difference in spiritual power between eating meat and drinking soup is too big... But fortunately, it hasn't reached the worst. If we fight to the death..."

He looked at his disciples who were like the rising sun, sighed deeply, and resolved that no matter what happened, he would protect them well.