This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"So, you went to the other side, not only did you come back unscathed, but you also brought back an older son?"

Deep under the sea, the five people stared at the drooling old man in the middle with scrutiny. An Ling continued to complain: "If I hadn't seen the dragon robe on him, I really wouldn't have believed it."

Yaxun was a little scared, and looked at Ji Shengchu with a bit of disdain, and replied: "What's more terrifying is that he has entangled me, like a slug and I can't get rid of him!"

Seventy, who was watching the fun, joked, "That's indeed a slug. It needs its mother to help wipe its mouth..."

Everyone felt a chill, and Xie Kurong grabbed Qishi's collar and said coldly, "Shut up! No matter what, we have to take this man up."

"But, his identity..." Shao Shuang'er said in confusion.

"It's okay, just take off his clothes, and tell others that this is... um, a relative suffering from hysteria." An Ling answered lightly while walking to Ji Shengchu and directly took off the crown on his head!

"what!"

The three people except Xie Kurong took a deep breath in unison.

"Wow, wow, wow...Mom!" When Ji Shengchu saw his "baby" being snatched away by the bad guys, he sat on the ground and burst into tears, shouting loudly for Yaxun to support him.

"Well, fellow Taoist, please control your son. I'm going to take action!" An Ling said.

Yaxun had a splitting headache. She hated children the most, let alone such a big child! She suppressed her fear and came to Ji Shengchu. After thinking for a while, she comforted him stiffly: "Uh, be good... don't move... I told you not to move!"

After hearing Yaxun's comfort, Ji Shengchu cried even harder at first, until Yaxun yelled at him, he finally calmed down, silently shedding tears and letting An Ling take off his clothes.

"I think this is really ridiculous..." Shao Shuang'er looked at the scene of "reversing Tiangang" in front of her. She, who had received orthodox education in Daxuan, couldn't help but shook her head gently, "I'm afraid that the experience of this day is something I never dared to think about before."

Xie Kurong fought with the still struggling Qishi barehanded, and took the time to reply: "My child, this proves that you are on the right path. The scenery along the way is the most precious memory."

"Thank you for your teachings, senior. My name is Shao Shuang'er. May I ask who you are?" Shao Shuang'er did not dare to be negligent and said respectfully to Xie Kurong.

"Tsk, he is a hypocrite who was born in a toilet. He can only show off a few sour poems all day long...ah! I'm going to fight you!" Seventy said angrily after being severely beaten up.

An Ling had finished dealing with Ji Shengchu's clothes by this time. She stroked her chin and pondered for a while. She always felt that his beard was very eye-catching. She wanted to shave it off, but she was afraid that Ji Shengchu would fight with her after he regained consciousness. After all, for ancient people, beards were as important as hair.

She finally gave up the idea, put an old piece of clothing on Ji Shengchu, and then stood up and answered Shao Shuang'er, "This is my third master, your last name is Xie."

"Meet Senior Xie."

Xie Kurong nodded slightly, then grabbed Ji Shengchu with his other hand and said to them, "I'll take them up first, and you guys follow."

……

The six people took advantage of the cover of night and sneaked into An Ling's hometown.

After coming out of the vortex, the few of them had no place to stay. It just so happened that An Ling originally lived near the East China Sea, so they decided to go to her house to rest for a night and discuss the next plan.

"Cough cough cough...Xiaoling, how long has it been since you came back..." Shao Shuang'er waved away the dust in front of her eyes and asked An Ling.

"I left home when I was eighteen, and I'm twenty-one now. The conditions in my humble home are limited, so please make do with me." An Ling was not annoyed. She took out a "candle" with only the bottom of the candle left from the locker at the bottom floor. After lighting it, she summoned the wind-controlling technique to blow away the dust in the room. The room was instantly spotless, but the candlelight did not waver at all.

"Your magic is very good." Xie Kuorong praised.

"Master, you are too kind. It's just that I have used it so many times that practice makes perfect." An Ling smiled. She went to the courtyard and searched for a long time before finding two stools. She moved them in and placed them near the other three chairs, then asked everyone to sit down.

"Why are there only five seats?" Yaxun asked heartlessly, but she regretted it as soon as she finished her words. After all, An Ling's family was so poor, there must be no extra stools for everyone to sit. Yaxun lowered her head guiltily, but felt a hint of warmth on the back of her hand. When she looked up, she found that it was Ji Shengchu who was comforting her.

No one noticed this little episode. An Ling smiled neither humbly nor arrogantly and said, "Because I have an exclusive seat. Look, it's right here." She sat on the wobbly table. Although the environment was so simple and the situation was so embarrassing, the candlelight in An Ling's eyes was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. She felt that she was too despicable and shameless to say such rude words!

Shao Shuang'er's eyes became hot and she almost cried. She originally thought that the former residence simulated by Lu Xiulin in the cave was simple enough, but she didn't expect An Ling's previous environment to be so bad. She didn't want to say anything hurtful, so she just smiled and smoothed things over for Yaxun, saying, "We are guests, and we will obey the host's orders in everything. Let's not talk about this, An Ling, I'm very happy to see you again."

An Ling asked curiously, "What happened, Senior Sister? Haven't we just not seen each other for half a day?"

Shao Shuang'er looked at Yaxun, asking her to help speak and also to give her a way out of embarrassment. Yaxun suddenly realized and explained to An Ling: "We were in Tianxuan Yuanjun's underground palace before, and your sister didn't see you. She almost thought..."

"Underground Palace?"

Once the topic was opened, the conversation could proceed smoothly. Next, the two began to describe their wonderful experiences to An Ling. Xie Kuorong and the seventy-two seniors also listened carefully to every detail and kept analyzing it in their minds.

"...That's about it. We followed the passage in the mural and came to a place full of ghost skeletons."

An Ling frowned and compared the intelligence they brought with her own experience. "After breaking the small world that trapped the disciples of the Immortal Sect, they went to an underground palace that was suspected to be the Immortal Emperor's Mausoleum. They did not see Tianxuan. When I met Tianxuan, she seemed to be seriously injured and hiding in a cave."

"Even if it was the magic of the Sky Dome Sect, could she teleport so many people into the underground palace in such a short time? I think it's unlikely. That means she threw the useless little world into the underground palace and let the disciples inside come out by themselves. She only teleported me to her, said something to me, and then used teleportation again to send me to the East China Sea."

"Why on earth did she do this? And how did she know that Senior Sister and the others would definitely find the correct mural and go to the Immortal Emperor's Mausoleum?"

An Ling told everyone her current judgment and speculation, and added: "The only thing we can confirm is that Tianxuan Yuanjun is on the same front with us."

"If she hadn't gone to the trouble of sending me to the East China Sea, I wouldn't have saved the Seventy Seniors. And without the Seventy Seniors' help, we wouldn't have been able to bring people out from the other side."

"Everything is interconnected, and even one part cannot be missing."

Seventy pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of anything. He just heard that he seemed to be quite important, so he touched his head and laughed like a fool. It was just right for him to keep company with the big fool Ji Shengchu.

"You mean, she is also acting according to some kind of 'prophecy'?" Xie Kuorong asked.

"Yes, and she was not shy about letting me know about it. In fact, she was looking forward to my knowing it. She 'wanted' me to know it, and after 'knowing' it, things would go according to her plan."

Qishi searched An Ling's shabby house with dirty hands and feet, muttering, "What are you talking about? I don't understand a word you say."

An Ling stood up nervously, analyzing the "prophecy" like a nesting doll: "One thing leads to another, I'm afraid that all our actions and thoughts are calculated by someone."

"All of us present here must have been counted..." An Ling suddenly remembered something, looked at Shao Shuang'er and asked, "Senior Sister Shuang'er, as I recall, you came to the Sword Sect to practice because of a fortune teller, right?"

"Yes... yes, if it weren't for his introduction, I would have died of illness long ago," Shao Shuang'er recalled, "The man was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and carrying a fortune-telling banner with all kinds of deceptive tricks written on it on his shoulder. His name was..."

"Kunlun Sanren!" "Kunlun Sanren." Shao Shuang'er and Xie Kurong said in unison.

"Master, you know him too?" What surprised An Ling the most was Xie Kuorong's answer.

"I just killed him today," Xie Kurong said coldly, "He threatened me with your safety and told me to go to the East China Sea with him. Otherwise, he would tell the evil cultivators in the world about your whereabouts. I hate threats the most in my life, so I killed him."

Then, everything fits together: the man behind the scenes, the person who appeared like a shadow beside everyone, the person who used himself as a chess piece, it turned out to be him!

"Before I left, Tianxuan Yuanjun asked me to go two miles outside Jingji Camp to meet someone who can solve all the mysteries. Who do you think it could be?"

There is no need to explain this person's identity—Kunlun Sanren!