This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After hearing the news of Tang Feng's death, An Ling became very strange. It seemed that all the politeness and aloofness she had pretended to be had vanished into thin air at this moment.

"Isn't this good? To die completely, and not have to have one's soul extracted and refined after death."

An Ling's words meant that if Tang Feng had not directly self-destructed his soul, Li Feiling and the others would have extracted his soul and refined it into elixirs to improve his cultivation.

Originally, the reason why An Ling left the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was the silent secret between the two of them. Now she has completely revealed this secret. After the rotten abscess was punctured by a needle, yellow-green pus flowed out. The conflict between the friends that had been covered up was finally completely aroused today.

Li Feiling's face changed drastically, and he said angrily: "An Ling, in your mind, am I such an evil cultivator who does all kinds of evil?"

"Everything changed when you began to compromise with powerful forces," An Ling said, "Isn't that just what you wanted? The Futian Army is the villain. Using the blood and souls of the bad guys to achieve your greatness, maybe you can even feel like you're making good use of waste."

An Ling was really angry this time. She had always been emotionally stable, and except when facing difficult evil demons, she had almost never made direct accusations against other humans. Now, Tang Feng's death finally made her burst into resentment against the so-called "Immortal Gate".

Li Feiling was speechless now. He wanted to say something several times, but finally gave up. He sighed, covered his forehead, and nodded, "You are right. We have long become the same as the evil cultivators. We have failed the sect master's instructions before we set out."

"Sect Master? You still have the nerve to mention him?" An Ling sneered, "We went to the Immortal Sect Conference to discuss the Tianqiong Sect's explanation and to resist its tyrannical rule. But you let Canglan's disciples and the people of the Tianqiong Sect learn bad things and wiped out the bottom line that our sect has adhered to for many years. If the Sect Master knew about this, would he want to kill you personally?"

"An Ling, then tell me, what else can I do?" Unexpectedly, facing An Ling's scolding, Li Feiling did not show any fluctuation. He behaved very calmly. Some things had been turning over in his mind for a long time, but now that things were done, he had to convince himself.

"The Futian Army is about to wipe out all the immortal sects, and we are a bunch of cowards hiding in the Ten Thousand Mountains. We are so weak, what else can we do? Should we stick our necks out and die under the sword of the Futian Army?"

An Ling sneered, "Then I really look down on you. Senior Brother Tang Feng, he is just a casual cultivator, but he can keep the secret under torture, why can't you? You are just making excuses for your cowardice! You are just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong!"

Li Feiling was silent. The four words "bully the weak and fear the strong" were hovering over his head like a dying vulture, making him vaguely smell the breath of death.

The two of them were silent for a long time. Finally, Li Feiling was the first to ask, "You just said that the sect master knows about it in the afterlife. Do you have any news about the sect master?"

The whole Daxuan knew that Luo Qinghuai was controlled by the Futian Army and had killed many people. However, for some reason, he suddenly disappeared last month along with Hu's disappearance. Li Feiling and his team were also actively looking for Luo Qinghuai, but Liyang City was actually controlled by An Ling's Hedao League, and they could not reach out. Therefore, Li Feiling did not know that Luo Qinghuai was in Liyang City.

"He's dead." There was a hint of trembling in An Ling's words.

Li Feiling suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I killed him." An Ling calmed down again and looked up at Li Feiling.

Li Feiling felt as if his throat was being strangled. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "An Ling, you...really want to betray the Immortal Sect?"

An Ling suddenly smiled. Looking at Li Feiling's confident look, she actually felt somewhat pleased.

"Who said you can represent the Immortal Sect?"

Li Feiling was about to say something when he saw An Ling shouting, "Canglan Order!"

Suddenly, a token that was very familiar to both of them appeared in the air. It was the Canglan Token that only the sect master could hold!

"The sect leader has passed the Canglan Order to me! Now, I am the sect leader of the Sword Sect!" An Ling shouted loudly. She grabbed the token and stood in the middle of the hall. She was majestic and intimidating without even getting angry. The vigorous picture of the sea waves behind her made her look like a hero who stood tall and proud.

"You are worthy? You are such a heartless guy! Kill the sect leader and take his order!" Li Feiling said angrily.

"We are an immortal sect after all, don't use those Jianghu sects' rhetoric to trick me," An Ling said, "Unless the sect master is willing, no one can take this position away! Besides, I have already returned to the mountain to report that everyone in Canglan Mountain is of one mind with me, and the seniors in the sect and the Sword Tomb have also agreed. Is it your turn to blame those who haven't returned to the sect for several months?"

Li Feiling's heart skipped a beat. Their Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was too focused on fighting against the Futian Army and had no time to go back to the mountain gate to check.

An Ling carefully put away the Canglan Order, looked at the somewhat distraught Li Feiling and said, "This is the image of the Sect Master... You can take a look at it, or copy it and take it away."

An Ling waved her hand, and a water mirror formed in the center of the hall, on which were played events that had happened in the past.

……

It was clearly daytime, but it was as dark and dreary as night. Rumbling thunder could be heard from afar, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come.

Luo Qinghuai and Yu Lang were tied to the pillars in the center of the square. Countless people from Liyang City surrounded the square, watching in silence what was about to happen.

Suddenly the wind blew, and the strong wind blew equally over everyone's body, lifting their hair and clothes high up.

An Ling stood with a sword in her hand. Behind her flying hair, her eyes no longer had the usual firmness. Instead, there was confusion and sadness, like a lost child.

Yu Lang stared at An Ling reluctantly, as if he wanted to engrave her deeply in his mind. Her lips trembled as she suddenly said, "An Ling, you have grown up a lot. You are already a big girl."

"I didn't expect that our meeting again would be like this."

As soon as Yu Lang opened his mouth, An Ling could no longer hold back her emotions. She trembled all over and burst into tears. The person in front of her was her master, her idol since childhood, and her guide forward. But why were they turning swords against each other now?

Luo Qinghuai sighed: "An Ling, don't be afraid, you are helping us."

An Ling shook her head desperately and could hardly hold the sword in her hand.

When everyone saw An Ling actually shook her head, they all shouted, "Kill them! Kill them!"

Luo Qinghuai continued: "An Ling, you must remember this truth. If it's wrong, it's wrong. No matter who it is or what the reason is, the person who did the wrong thing should be punished. This is the justice between heaven and earth, and it is the bottom line."

"We have killed so many unarmed civilians and have completely fallen into the evil path," Luo Qinghuai said with a gentle smile, "I am no longer worthy of being the leader of the Canglan Sword Sect. An Ling, come forward."

An Ling was nervous, but still stepped forward.

"Canglan Order," Luo Qinghuai summoned the Canglan Order, looked at An Ling and said, "Today, I, Luo Qinghuai, the 312th generation leader of the Canglan Sword Sect, voluntarily pass the Canglan Order to Canglan Sword Sect disciple An Ling. I hope you will stick to the bottom line and justice in the future and fight for the righteousness of the world!"

"An Ling, are you willing?"

An Ling slowly knelt on the ground, her knees making a dull sound as they hit the ground. With tears in her eyes, she kowtowed three times respectfully to the two of them, using up all her strength in each kowtow.

"I...will."

Luo Qinghuai and Yu Lang smiled with relief. He nodded and said with a smile: "Good boy, from now on, you will be the 313th generation leader of the Canglan Sword Sect."

An Ling had just breathed a sigh of relief when Luo Qinghuai's tone suddenly changed. He said respectfully, "I am a sinner, Luo Qinghuai. I have killed more than 60,000 civilians for no reason. I have committed a serious crime. I hope that the Sect Master can hold the commandments in his hand and sentence me to death. I will never be reincarnated."

Yu Lang beside him also said: "The criminal Yu Lang has killed 44,600 civilians for no reason. He has committed a serious crime. I hope the sect master will allow me to be sentenced to death."

"Master, make your move," Yu Lang said, his eyes filled with mercy and sorrow, "Use the broken stars in your hand to grant us complete death."

An Ling knelt in front of the two men with a sword in her hand. Suddenly, she seemed to be the only one left in this vast world.

After a long period of brewing, the rainstorm finally came. The rain like a river pouring down from the sky washed away everything in the world, including sin and blood, and the pain of a woman.

……

"Why...it has to be you?" Li Feiling's heart ached. He couldn't imagine how painful it would be for An Ling, the executioner.

An Ling laughed at herself and replied, "Because I am the executioner."