This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After An Ling rested for a night at Qin Lanzhi's house, she gathered the villagers around the altar the next morning.

The altar is located at the uppermost part of the stream. It is a very large platform built close to the mountain wall. In the middle of the altar, there is a long stream of water flowing out from the cracks in the mountain wall and flowing down the mountain. It turns out that this is the source of the stream in Panxi Village. It flows silently, nourishing the villagers on both sides of the stream.

The villagers of Panxi Village seemed to be very grateful to the source of the stream. They built a tile shelter at the source of the water and wrapped it with many red cloths to show their respect.

It seems that the altar was once built to protect the purity of the water source. Later, after years of fantasy and mutual influence among the villagers, the mountains and rivers were deified, and the rudiments of primitive religion were formed.

An Ling stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the several blood-stained wooden stakes on the altar in silence. After a long time, until the villagers began to stir and rustling whispers broke out like spring rain, she finally turned around and faced the people of Panxi Village.

She looked around, and the villagers who met her eyes all lowered their heads nervously and did not dare to look at her, even the village chief was no exception.

An Ling discovered that the priestess did not come to the scene.

She kept this in mind and finally said, "Now, I want to play a game with you all. The only rule of the game is that you must obey my instructions unconditionally."

The village chief was delighted. He took the lead and knelt before An Ling, saying devoutly, "God, we will definitely follow your instructions!"

An Ling's lips curled up slightly, she took two steps and said, "First, stand up."

The first thing was very simple. Everyone stood up quickly. An Ling observed everyone's reactions and found that among the entire village, only the village chief and the few "radicals" who had been constantly insulting her when she was escorted before were excited. They stared at her with shining eyes, looking forward to the next instructions. The rest of the villagers did not dare to speak, but lowered their heads silently, but still obeyed An Ling's words obediently.

"Second, lift your right foot back and grab it from behind with your right hand. Keep it still. Your right foot should not touch the ground and you should not fall."

The villagers did it without any doubt. This action was simple and anyone could do it. Everyone in the village completed it, but what happened next? An Ling did not continue to speak, but maintained a pleasant smile.

"Fifty-nine, sixty..." An Ling counted silently in her heart. When it was almost a minute, she saw that thirty percent of the villagers could no longer hold on. Some of them fell to the ground, then climbed up in panic and continued to stand on one leg; some were smart and put their right foot on the ground and tapped it, then stood up again - they thought An Ling couldn't see it, but they didn't know that as a cultivator, An Ling had extraordinary eyesight and no small detail could escape her eyes.

After three minutes, the villagers began to panic. They felt overwhelmed and began to stagger, but they were afraid of An Ling's orders and did not dare to refuse.

The first young man began to doubt. He glared at An Ling and his movements began to become distorted. He did not correct them but lowered his head and did it casually. When he was tired, he put his right foot down and did not pay any attention to An Ling's words.

In the fifth minute, the villagers began to whisper to each other, and their movements were extremely distorted, almost completely unrelated to what An Ling had said at the beginning.

"Hey, how are you?"

"I can't hold on any longer. Ouch, ouch, I almost fell again..."

"If you ask me, what is this doing? Is this some kind of magic that we don't understand?"

Once the seeds of doubt were spread among the crowd, they could not be taken back. An Ling's authority began to decline rapidly, but she did not take any coercive measures to maintain her authority, but continued to remain silent.

First, the people who followed An Ling could no longer remain calm under such circumstances. A villager who participated in the sacrifice shouted loudly: "Quiet! You must always obey the orders of the immortal! Do not disobey!" In fact, he himself could no longer stand. He was obviously on the verge of collapse, but he was still leading the pace.

The first young man who began to doubt An Ling's order glared at the villager fiercely. He seemed to want to say something, but he glanced at An Ling on the stage and swallowed it back.

An Ling was laughing in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She said calmly, "Keep going. No one is allowed to stop unless I tell them to."

After saying that, she left the altar, leaving the villagers looking at each other in bewilderment.

"This...what does this mean, immortal?" After a long while, after confirming that An Ling was really gone, a brave villager whispered.

This was really strange. He hadn't slept the whole night last night, thinking about what the immortal would ask them to do. He had even taken out the butcher knife that had not been used for many years and wiped it carefully, waiting for the immortal's order so that he could charge into battle for her. However, he didn't expect that the immortal would ask them to stand on one leg early in the morning and leave.

The second most powerful person in Panxi Village besides An Ling, the village chief, spoke. His old face was flushed red. The old man was already old and his legs were not very convenient. Now he had to stand on one leg for such a long time. He couldn't hold it for much longer. But he still cursed angrily: "You know shit! How can we figure out the immortals! The instructions of the immortals must have deep meanings!"

"Tsk..." The young man spat to the side and put his foot down. He had always been fed up with this stinky old man talking about the mountain god every day, and now there was suddenly an immortal. She looked like an ordinary person with some looks. He didn't know why he listened to this woman so much. The whole village could do nothing in the early morning and were just here to accompany her in her crazy ways.

"Chen Zhen! What are you doing? Huh? I'm asking you what you are doing!" The old man turned around and was about to calm the villagers' restless minds, but he saw that Chen Zhen had completely put his feet down, looking so nonchalant, which was really annoying.

"Old man, that woman is gone, why are you still as obedient as a dog?"

"You unfilial descendant! I will beat you to death today! Someone, come and bring Chen Zhen to me quickly!" the old man shouted.

But the confidants, who were usually well-behaved and obedient, did not move. Instead, they looked at each other and continued to stand on one leg.

Seeing that no one was listening, the old man got anxious and said, "Are you rebelling against me too?"

"Village chief... the immortal asked us to stand, so we have to listen to the immortal... this is what you said..." one of the confidants said aggrievedly.

The old man's face was pink just now, but now he was so angry at these guys that it turned purple-red like eggplant. After he gasped violently for a few times, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground with a bang.

There was a commotion among the villagers. The village chief's confidants were reluctant to move because the immortal's instructions conflicted with the village chief's safety. The ordinary villagers did not dare to get involved and just continued to move, but their right foot had already quietly put down to rest many times...

Only the village chief's grandson Chen Zhen stepped forward, helped the old man up, and pressed on his body, and the old man finally woke up.

"You... you are a bunch of heartless people..." The old man didn't expect that he would actually shoot himself in the foot! For a moment, his anger made him completely forget the existence of An Ling.

"Old man, look, neither of us can stand on one leg anymore, and that woman hasn't come to cause us any trouble." Chen Zhen said to the old village chief.

The village chief then remembered that he had violated the immortal's order, and his face changed drastically. He rolled and crawled to his feet, hoping to continue standing on one leg, but the old man who had just fainted due to the blood rushing to his heart had no strength to do this. As soon as he stood up, he fell into his grandson Chen Zhen's arms. Seeing how useless he was, he burst into tears.

At this time, a devilish voice sounded from behind him. It was An Ling. She said coldly: "Chen Changlin, Chen Zhen, you violated my order."