This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Master Wu, are you interested in cooperating with our Liyang City?" Lord Xu called Wu Baiquan, looked at his silent back, and sighed: "Now the country is in a difficult situation, and there are powerful enemies spying on us. We should unite against the enemy and overcome the difficulties."

Wu Baiquan did not turn around. He answered with a lack of interest: "I don't care about the so-called overall situation. I only care about my family and friends! If Lord Xu still insists on having his own way, then I have nothing to say."

"When the nest is overturned, no egg is left unbroken, Master Wuxian. The Futian army is now powerful. Even if we occasionally get a chance to breathe, it is difficult to guarantee our future," Lord Xu continued, "and the matters concerning you two elders are not something I can decide on my own. At the very least, I need to let the people see the sincerity of the cultivators."

"What do you mean?"

Lord Xu smiled. He had been an official for decades, so he naturally had his own way of judging people. A young cultivator like Wu Baiquan had only strength but no brains, so he only needed to "touch" him a little and he would be in his pocket.

"I think that you cultivators can use your reputation in Liyang City to calm the public anger. For example, you can help Liyang City to maintain its top position in Sanyi Prefecture."

"Are you throwing everything to us?" Wu Baiquan's spiritual power was surging, and he was about to take action.

Lord Xu replied calmly, "Every bite has its own cause and effect. Even if I can save the two monks against all odds, power cannot stop gossip. Are you going to kill all the people in the city like you did before?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes and no," Lord Xu said, "I am just reminding you, Immortal, not to forget what is the right path."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the room, and countless papers were blown up, scattering like flying snow all over the sky.

The wind is still.

There were only a few gurgling sounds from deep in the throat and the dull thud of tables and chairs overturned.

"Does the righteous path deserve to be threatened by people like you?" Wu Baiquan grabbed Lord Xu's neck with one hand and lifted him into the air. Looking at his hideous appearance, he felt more frantic than ever before. "Your life or death is just a matter of a thought. Believe it or not, I can kill you right now."

Lord Xu was almost unconscious, but after hearing Wu Baiquan's words, he actually smiled.

Wu Baiquan said angrily: "What are you laughing at!"

"Ahem... I'm laughing..." Lord Xu endured the pain of suffocation and continued to stimulate Wu Baiquan, "You have no choice."

The wind stopped.

Lord Xu fell to the ground and was helped up by the servants who came after hearing the news.

There was no other person in the room.

……

In the city of Jiangning, there are almost no pedestrians on the once bustling streets. Only moss-covered brass pipes are left abandoned among the overgrown weeds.

Two years ago, Jiangning suffered a great disaster. Not only did a crazy murderer appear, but there was also an "acid rain" that could corrode everything. After that, something seemed to have happened to Shanhai Academy as well. It announced the cessation of mechanical services and no longer researched mechanical technology. An academy that had lost its rational school was like a person missing a leg and was no longer complete.

If it were just that, Jiangning might not be as depressed as it is now.

What caused countless Jiangning people to move away from Jiangning was actually the decree issued by the Daxuan Dynasty.

Two years ago, when the old emperor was still in power, he issued several decrees within a month after the acid rain subsided, which not only strictly prohibited Shanhai Academy from continuing to develop mechanical technology, but also raised Jiangning's tax rate to a level that ordinary people could not accept.

Anyway, the house was destroyed and the court had increased taxes, so it was better to leave Jiangning and live in the next city. In short, the people of Jiangning left and scattered, and soon the entire Jiangning became a deserted city.

Shanhai Academy is still filled with the sound of reading as always.

The two-year ban did not seem to dampen the enthusiasm of the teachers and students who remained in the academy. Every day, they continued to practice the Depai's method of cultivating their minds under the guidance of President Han Fu.

Shanhai Academy seemed to have fallen out of favor in the court struggle. Officials from the academy were no longer favored by the emperor and had no help from the party. Many officials could not bear the neglect, resigned in frustration, and returned to the academy to teach.

They were also happy with their leisure time. They just taught and wrote poetry every day, and planted a few grains of rice in the fields behind the academy. They lived a decent life.

Until the emergence of the Futian Army and the accidental death of the old emperor.

Scholars pursue only four things throughout their lives: self-cultivation, family management, governance of the country and peace in the world. Full of patriotic enthusiasm, they naturally cannot bear to see the emergence of "remnants of the previous dynasty" and are eager to join the army immediately and sacrifice their lives for the great cause.

However, they never expected that Lu Xiuhong would arrest students who were spreading propaganda about resistance against the Futian Army in the name of "traitors to the party" and torture them severely until no one dared to mention the word "resistance" anymore.

Just like that, the enthusiasm in everyone's heart completely cooled down, and the academy returned to a peaceful life again.

"Old Han! You regret your move again! You are so shameless at your age." Someone squatted on the mat in an emotional state, pointing at Han Fu's nose and cursing.

Only two years had passed, but Han Fu's once black hair had turned half white. He chuckled, stroked his grown beard, shook his head and said with a smile: "It was obviously you who regretted your move first, and now that you can't beat me, you're turning the tables."

"It doesn't count! This round doesn't count! Let's play another one!"

Just as the two old children were arguing, the waiter came to the door and announced, "Gentlemen, there is someone outside who wants to see you. He says it's an old friend."

"Old friend?" The two looked at each other, and Han Fu asked anxiously, "What else did this person say?"

"Ah, yes. He also mentioned two names, An Ling and Lin Yuzhou."

"Boom!"

The chessboard was overturned in an instant, and the black and white chess pieces rolled onto the grass-green carpet like pearls falling on a jade plate.

……

Lin Ji was bare-chested, carrying a whip on his back, and kneeling at the entrance of the academy with one hand holding the etiquette of a disciple. Even though he heard mocking and ridiculing voices around him, he did not react at all. He just knelt there upright, staring at the closed door.

After an unknown amount of time, a gap finally appeared in the door, and four feet stepped out of the threshold together and came in front of Lin Ji.

"You..." Han Fu's hands were shaking, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Disciple... Lin Yuzhou is an unfilial person. After two years, I have come here to ask for forgiveness. I hope that the master will punish me severely."

"Where's An Ling! Why are you alone here?" The other person next to Han Fu looked left and right, but did not see the figure of the woman with the sword, so he asked hurriedly.

Lin Ji closed his eyes, knelt deeply on the ground, put his forehead against the brick, and whispered: "Gentlemen, please save her, save Liyang City, and save this world."

……

Lin Ji put on his clothes with some embarrassment. He only knew that the teacher in the academy was kind-hearted and would not blame him. However, he did not expect that this would cause a sensation in the academy.

After he was introduced into the academy and told everyone what happened in Liyang City, everyone instantly turned into lit firecrackers, some throwing chess pieces, some tearing up poetry manuscripts, and threatening to resist the Crescent Moon Sect to the end.

"To offer sacrifices to something that is not suitable is called obscene sacrifice. Obscene sacrifices bring no blessings! Such evil cults must be destroyed to restore the righteousness and purity of the world!"

"Brother, what you said makes sense! How can scholars like me indulge in classical music every day and ignore the world?"

Han Fu sighed, stood up and stopped the indignation of the crowd: "Everyone go out first, I want to talk to Yuzhou... Mr. Lin alone."

Lin Ji was kneeling in the hall, wearing the student robe of Shanhai Academy.

“Child, please get up quickly and stop kneeling.” Han Fu looked at Lin Ji kneeling in front of them again, and his heart ached. Lin Yuzhou, Lin Yuzhou, I thought you and Shanhai Academy were not meant to be together, why did you come back again…

When Lin Ji heard Han Fu's words, his eyes instantly turned red. He kowtowed to Han Fu three times, then fell to the ground and sobbed, "I am an unfilial disciple. I have been grateful to you for many years, but I am bound by the shackles of the mortal world and cannot come here to apologize. I beg you to punish me."

"You... this..." Han Fu was really at a loss. He had heard An Ling say before that Lin Yuzhou was actually a disciple of the Tianqiong Sect of the Immortal Sect, and even their future leader. It was not reasonable for him to be so humble, not to mention...

The person next to Han Fu said angrily, "Stand up! Shanhai Academy has always judged heroes by their knowledge. When did we need to kneel down?"

“Brother, don’t be angry…” “Shut up!”

Lin Ji stood up and looked at the two of them. When he saw that Han Fu, his teacher who taught him poetry, literature and etiquette, now had half of his hair silver, his tears finally couldn't stop flowing.

He had never seen an elder grow old before. Even his master, Tianxuan Yuanjun, the number one in the world of cultivation, had never shown the slightest sign of aging. It had only been two years. Why had Master Han become so old already?

"Considering that you have the intention to turn back from your mistakes, there is no need to mention this matter again." The man said. Lin Ji looked at the man. He was about 40 years old, wearing a silk scarf and looking energetic. At first glance, he knew that he definitely had strategies in his mind, but there seemed to be something wrong with his eyes. His eyeballs could not fully focus and they looked a little transparent.

Who is this teacher?

"Han Fu, quickly gather those who are familiar with Qihuang and Jingwei, and go to Liyang with me!"

"Nothing can happen to my eldest sister and apprentice."

"Well, I'll go now. Don't worry too much, Lao Liu. Everything will be fine."

Lin Ji finally understood why this person had such a high status in Shanhai Academy, even slightly above Han Fu.

It turned out that he was An Ling's second master, Liu Xiahui, one of the Three Immortals of the East China Sea!