This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

A loud crowing of a rooster tore open the curtain covering the night, and the sky began to lighten. If you keep staring at the color of the sky, you will feel that the dawn is just that fast, as if there is no change. But if you turn around to do something else, the sky will be completely bright when you turn around. Thin clouds with dazzling golden color hang irregularly in the sky, and the sun rises from a semicircle to a complete circle, pouring light and heat onto the world within its reach.

The long night of evil spirits finally passed, and after the sun rose, all the evil spirits disappeared without a trace.

Hundreds of guards, armed with weapons and on standby, strictly abided by their duties and protected their masters closely behind them. They were inexplicably uneasy, but powerless to face the unknown outcome. They could only pray silently in their hearts for the woman named "An Ling", praying that she would return with news of victory.

Lu Xiuhong stood with his hands behind his back, and next to him was Mu Yu who was equally solemn. They knew very well that after the ghost fire army completely disappeared, the dragon vein sensation in Lu Xiuhong's body also disappeared. All the joy, all the eagerness, all the hopes, were nothing but a bubble, and disappeared completely with the rising of the sun.

That was just an illusion of the Futian Army. Apart from the illusion in the dream, where else could they find this group of soldiers from the underworld? Where else could they find the immortal emperor who died with the Human Emperor Seal?

Lu Xiuhong's eyes were red, this was his reaction after staying up all night and being exhausted. Anger, sadness, gloom, surprise... eventually they all calmed down. He had too many thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't express them at all, because everything depended on one person.

Everyone is waiting for An Ling to return.

Finally, a black shadow appeared on a hilltop far away. The shadow slowly climbed up and actually left the ground and flew into the air. At this time, everyone saw that this person was actually an independent sword fairy. She flew the sword under her feet and returned in the morning light and morning glow!

An Ling was still wearing the worn-out blue cloth robe that had been washed to a pale color. Her beautiful hair was casually tied up behind her with a wooden hairpin. She carried a jet-black scabbard on her back and had a bag hanging around her waist. No one knew what was in it. She walked down slowly in front of everyone's gaze. When she was about to hit the ground, the broken stars under her feet automatically flew back into the scabbard. An Ling, who was still a few steps away from the ground, pinched a few wind balls to pad her feet, and walked down step by step like walking up stairs, and then stepped on the ground.

No one dared to peek, and no one dared to cheer. Since last night, they will never forget an extremely powerful woman in their lives. She fought several battles in the will-o'-the-wisp fire with just a sword, and then came back unscathed the next day.

An Ling looked at the people standing there in a daze and said with a smile: "The matter has been resolved. If there are no questions, I will leave first."

"Please wait a moment!" Lu Xiuhong came out, refusing to be accompanied by other guards, and came to An Ling with Mu Yu, and said respectfully: "Sir, could you please condescend to answer a few questions for me?"

An Ling glanced at Lu Xiuhong, smiled strangely, and asked, "Then what do you want to know?"

"I want to know where the real Immortal Emperor's Tomb is!" Lu Xiuhong raised his eyes, his red eyes filled with ambition, "I want to know how to gain the recognition of the Dragon Vein!"

Sure enough, compared to love, career ambition is the first priority in Lu Xiuhong's heart.

An Ling knows the first question but cannot tell it. As for the second question, An Ling does not know and cannot tell it.

So, An Ling shook her head and refused: "The time is not right yet, I can't say it."

Lu Xiuhong and Mu Yu were both shocked. Could it be that An Ling's words meant that she knew? !

"Chang Immortal!"

"Stop," An Ling raised her hand to stop their questions. "I'm in a hurry and don't have time to argue with you. I'll just say two things. Listen carefully."

"First, Miss Qi was possessed by a ghost. When I was exorcising her, I accidentally lost my way and her body was gone."

Lu Xiuhong's face turned pale in an instant and he almost fainted, but An Ling's second sentence made him even more helpless.

"Secondly, Lu Xiulin is my senior brother. If anything happens to him, I don't mind asking Daxuan to change its emperor, or even change the dynasty. I, An Ling, can do what I say."

The immortal sect cannot interfere in the affairs of the mortal world, such as changes of dynasties and mortal wars - of course, the Immortal Emperor is an exception. In addition to being an illegitimate son of the royal family and the object of the old emperor's possession, Lu Xiulin is also a formal disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect. If something happens to him, it means that the mortal dynasty is openly slapping the face of the immortal sect. At that time, all constraints will become illusions.

An Ling's words were meant to warn him. She already knew what happened to Lu Xiulin in the Great Xuan Palace, and also knew about Lu Xiuhong's little tricks. All she could do was to use her identity as an immortal to restrict Lu Xiuhong's actions. However, she had no right to interfere with Lu Xiulin's thoughts. On the day when Lu Xiulin left without saying goodbye to everyone, he had to bear all the consequences alone.

Lu Xiuhong glanced at An Ling gloomily, and remembered her appearance firmly in his heart. Then he quickly adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "Thank you very much for saving us and exorcising the evil spirit for Fu'er. It's a pity..." He paused and continued: "She is not lucky enough to return to the imperial capital with me..."

After getting over the shock of hearing the news of her death for the first time, Lu Xiuhong now thinks carefully. Qi Yunfu's death is actually full of doubts. But An Ling is too tough. If she wants to fake her own death and get away with it, then he can do nothing about it. It's just a pity that such a peerless beauty has to live in the countryside from now on.

As for Lu Xiulin...

Lu Xiuhong pretended to be dumbfounded and said to Mu Yu: "Go and look up this person's information quickly. We have received great kindness from the Immortal Master, and we must do our best for him."

Mu Yu thought to himself, "You are the one who shouted for the killing of this illegitimate child every day, and now you are pretending to be stupid. Does that mean people who work deserve to be pointed at?" But he still readily agreed, "Yes, sir."

An Ling knew what was going on, so she didn't expose him. She just clasped her fists and said goodbye to the others, "Since this matter is over, I'll take my leave now."

Mu Yu bowed quickly and said, "Farewell, Immortal! I wish you a smooth and successful journey!"

An Ling nodded at them, then flew into the air on her sword and headed towards the Shiwan Mountains.

……

Qi Yunfu, who was hiding in the dark, listened to their conversation with a complicated expression. After An Ling left, she shifted her gaze to the handsome face that she once loved and hated.

That was it, it was all over, and she was free.

Qi Yunfu turned and left without any reluctance.

She recited the poem in a low voice, silently recalling the moment when her worldview was first overturned.

"The moonlight tonight is the same as it was in the past, as if the moon was falling from the sky." "The moonlight tonight is the same as it was in the past."

"The long cliffs suppress evil spirits, and the dark and virtual world imprisoned phantom gods." "I saw that the Xuankong Temple suppressed incomprehensible gods and ghosts."

"Ten thousand ghosts knocked on the door and cried in unison, their iron hooves trampled people's pillows." "I also saw the fierce ghosts crying and knocking on the door, walking out of the gate of the underworld and killing people crazily."

"My existence is just an illusion that will end. Until I open my eyes and see through the origin of the world, I will reach the truth." "My existence is just an illusion that will end. Until I open my eyes and see through the origin of the world, I will reach the truth."

Real? Illusion?

Qi Yunfu didn’t know how to define herself, nor did she need to define herself because she had already found her own existence.

……

Deep in the Shiwan Mountains, people were gathering together to celebrate the successful completion of the settlement.

Li Feiling's face was abnormally flushed. He held the spirit wine high, stepped on the table and shouted loudly: "Today... today is! Yes! The completion day! Everyone, eat and drink as much as you can! I... I'll fill up first... burp!"

Everybody raised their glasses to celebrate. At this moment, they no longer had any barriers between their sects. All they had was the comradeship of sharing life and death together through thick and thin.

The Yuehua Sect disciple sitting next to him was a little restless. Their Yuehua Sect had always followed the teachings of not drinking alcohol, and today being urged to drink by other familiar people was really hard to accept. It would be better to go back and dig for the Saint Girl...

Several people from Rulu Temple were also troubled. Each of them brought a piece of cloth, spread it casually on the grass and began to meditate and practice. However, the enthusiastic disciples beside them really disturbed their peace - especially the people from Canglan Sword Sect!

Although everyone has long known that the people of Canglan Sword Sect are stupid, no one expected them to be so crazy!

There were people urging people to drink, shouting, and even crosstalk performances...

Among all the people present, who is not a leader in the sect? On weekdays, they practice all the time, so how can they have such a lively personality?

The people of Canglan Sword Sect are not only good at fighting, but also good at having fun. They alone can pull the aloof Tianqiong Sect and the Rulu Temple and Yuehua Sect, which strictly abide by their sect rules, off the altar, giving them a chance to break free from the constraints of their identities and become as lively and cheerful as their peers.

Mu Qing and Guo Zichou sat in the seats of honor, and they felt gratified when they saw these young people with different personalities laughing happily. Fortunately, these sparks were still there. As long as they were there, the Immortal Gate would surely be able to regain its vitality.

Just as the banquet was about to end, An Ling arrived.