This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

In the farthest east of Jiangshandaoyuntu, there stands a giant tree that reaches the sky on the endless sea. The tree is covered with slender serrated leaves, each as big as a football field.

Yang Riying sat on a leaf at the top of the brilliant Fusang tree, and said to the "people" kneeling on the ground below with forced calmness: "You all, get up first."

"%￥!" As soon as she spoke, all kinds of strange-shaped "things" below immediately became excited, jumping and shouting some incomprehensible language, then kneeling down devoutly and kowtowing to Yang Riying.

Yang Riying was both embarrassed and frightened. She only wanted to put the demon into the Jiangshan Daoyuntu, but she didn't expect that the first time she used it, she would be included in it!

"Master, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have disobeyed you and not used this magic weapon..." Yang Riying sighed in his heart.

She had always felt that putting evil cultivators into the diagram and turning them into unconscious puppets was too cruel. Her way of dealing with evil cultivators was different from that of her master. She did not believe that cultivators should do everything in their power to torture the will of evil cultivators.

Isn’t this the biggest difference between immortal cultivators and evil cultivators?

It’s a pity that Yang Riying’s age and level are still too low. She can only see the most glamorous side of the Tianqiong Sect and ignore the darkness that exists.

She seemed to have no idea where the cultivation pills she was so accustomed to on a daily basis came from.

"&*@!" A snake demon with a body covered with countless baby heads crawled to the front. It was mumbling something and seemed very excited, but Yang Riying got goosebumps just by looking at it. It was because when the snake demon spoke, the children's heads all over its body would shake around, and they would even blink and giggle at you. Anyone who sees this would feel a chill down their spine, right?

Yang Riying swallowed and kept saying to herself in her heart: "Calm down, stay calm, don't show any fear... It's okay..."

She thought about the magic she had learned in the sect, and finally found a magic from the corner of her memory that could understand the language of all things. She used it quickly and was finally able to understand what these monsters were saying.

Why didn't they have a mandatory requirement to learn such a useful technique? Of course, it was because no matter if they were flying in the sky, running on land, or swimming in the water, they all had to learn standard Mandarin before they could talk to the respected Tianqiong Sect monks.

Yang Riying coughed lightly and said to the snake demon in what he thought was the most authoritative words: "Who are you and why are you here?"

"Ah! Great God, you are here!" The snake demon was dancing the "8" dance excitedly. Yang Riying looked at the baby heads all over the snake demon's body jumping non-stop, and her eyelids twitched. She quickly shifted her gaze, staring at the ground, and asked, "Answer my question."

“Yes, yes, yes!” The snake demon called out to his companions who were also covered in strange things. They “rolled and crawled” to Yang Riying’s front, kowtowed to her respectfully several times, and then the snake demon said on behalf of all the demons: “Eternally glorious Sun God, we are your descendants! We have lived on the Fusang tree for generations, and prayed devoutly for the normal rise of the sun every day.”

"Me? The Sun God?" Yang Riying thought it was ridiculous. She thought for a moment and continued, "Then why do you look like this?"

"Thank you, great god..." The snake demon kowtowed to Yang Riying with its baby head full of dirt. Its flattering voice was long and drawn out, like a clown in a play. It continued, "Because this is a gift from the Sunrise to us, thank you, great god..."

Yang Riying didn't know what to say for a moment. Looking at their expressions, they seemed to be enjoying it very much. But when she saw those birds covered in mud with human hands and feet and with intestines tangled all over their bodies... she felt an unbearable feeling of nausea.

Why would there be such a disgusting thing in her magic weapon? Isn't Jiangshan Daoyuntu famous for its elegance?

Yang Riying felt uncomfortable all over. After asking them a few more questions, she waved her hand and asked them to leave. She gave the reason that she had to start dealing with matters related to the sun and they could not disturb her here.

Finally, Yang Riying was the only one left on the Fusang Peak. She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up and look for a way to escape when a clear female voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Fellow Daoist Yang, I'm so glad you're okay."

Yang Riying arrived late, and her spiritual power had not yet been completely sucked away. Upon hearing this, she immediately took out an iron bone-breaking fan from her storage ring, pointed at the other party and said angrily: "You are not dead yet!"

Yes, Yang Riying reacted immediately. In addition to himself, the owner of the magic weapon who accidentally fell into the scroll, there was another person here.

"Demon! Give me your life!" Yang Riying chanted the mantra and waved the iron fan towards An Ling. Several hurricanes were swung out from the fan and attacked An Ling!

Seeing that the situation was not good, An Ling immediately dodged to the side, but she had no spiritual power now, and she was not flexible enough relying solely on her mortal martial arts skills. After dodging four hurricanes, her shoulder was still injured by the fierce wind blade.

She shouted, "I am a disciple of Canglan Sword Sect! Don't hit me!"

"Even if you say you are Tianxuan Yuanjun today, I won't believe you! Samadhi True Fire!"

The iron fan in Yang Riying's hand instantly changed shape, turning into a trumpet-shaped instrument that was wide in front and narrow in the back. Yang Riying put the small end of the "trumpet" close to her mouth, and then, the pure Samadhi True Fire gushed out of her mouth. When the flame passed through the trumpet instrument, the flame suddenly increased several times! It was like a giant fire tornado!

Seeing that the situation was not good, An Ling quickly rolled over to avoid it, then aimed at the hibiscus leaves on the next layer and jumped down directly.

"Still trying to run!"

Yang Riying turned her head and directed the "horn". Now there was only An Ling in her eyes, and she even forgot the most basic thing of burning wood.

The twisting tongues of fire licked the leaves and branches of the Hibiscus tree. Wherever they passed, the leaves began to burn. Flames were contagious, and soon the Samadhi Fire spread to the entire tree.

An Ling and Yang Riying felt something was wrong at the same time. When they were about to escape from the giant Fusang tree, they were blocked by a group of strange monsters.

The mud with arms and legs muffledly said, "Great God, we are here to help you!"

Since she started practicing, An Ling loved collecting some strange and practical little spells. She naturally had some spells that could understand different languages. Upon hearing this, she glanced at Yang Riying, who looked embarrassed, and said coldly, "You have been deceived. She is not a sun goddess. She is just an ordinary mortal!"

"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" the rotten mud said angrily. Its countless arms and legs kept twisting, each one accusing An Ling of anger. "You bad human, you want to take the sun for yourself! We won't let you go!"

After saying that, it called upon its monster companions to attack An Ling in various strange ways.

The body of the mud gradually lowered until it was all spread flat on the leaf, spreading across the entire leaf at a very fast speed.

"Let's go!" An Ling grabbed Yang Riying's arm and jumped up. Yang Riying realized something was wrong. She looked back anxiously and asked, "Are you really not an evil cultivator?"

"Not only am I not an evil cultivator, I have killed... countless evil cultivators," An Ling replied, "My name is An Ling."

When Yang Riying heard this, her eyes immediately widened and she asked in surprise: "You are An Ling?!"

An Ling sneered: "I am really famous."

As they were talking, the two had already reached the top of the hibiscus tree. Here were the young buds of the tree, and the leaves were so small that they could barely allow one person to stand.

Yang Riying had no choice but to lie on An Ling's back and hug her. She looked at the monsters chasing after her and the hibiscus tree in flames, and asked in fear, "An Ling! How do we escape?"

"The chance to get out is on you! Fellow Daoist Yang, why don't you spray the true fire out from the top."

Seeing Yang Riying's hesitation, An Ling added: "The top of the Fusang tree is the closest place to the world's 'membrane'. With your special identity and true fire, you can definitely break the boundary!"

Yang Riying nodded vigorously and said, "Okay! I'll try!"

She took out the "trumpet" shaped magic weapon again, put it to her mouth, and blew the real fire out of the "trumpet".

From the top of the Fusang tree, which was completely ignited by the divine fire from heaven, a scorching and bright light was spewed out, rushing straight into the sky, while the false "film" in the sky allowed most of the real fire to dissipate and fall to the ground.

Endless rain of true fire splashed on the ground, igniting the entire world and causing all the puppets and monsters living in the Jiangshan Daoyuntu to scream in pain. Their bodies were burned by the endless true fire until only a pile of ashes was left.

"Ha!" Yang Riying's face was covered with sweat. She felt that more and more spiritual power in her dantian was being drained away. She clenched her teeth and took a deep breath, then spurted out all the spiritual power in the form of true fire!

A light hole appeared in the sky that was wide enough for two people to enter and exit, and countless spiritual energy poured in - a hole appeared in the Jiangshan Daoyuntu!

An Ling caught the falling Yang Riying, then quickly absorbed the spiritual energy, flew into the air with the sword, and flew out of the light hole with the Jiangshan Daoyuntu!

……

Countless years later, the elderly often tell children such a story:

Legend has it that in ancient times, a sun appeared in the sky and burned all the evil spirits in the world with infinite real fire, and gave all living things souls.

“So, we must all thank Goddess Yao Ri for creating us, and this is the origin of the Sun Festival.” The old man closed the book and smiled.