This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

On July 15th of the 19th year of Qingping, the Wan Yao Valley, hidden deep in the Shiwan Mountains, was still full of greenery.

From time to time, a few startled birds flew through the dense forests on the mountains, flapping their wings and passing through the curling green smoke.

Where the green smoke came out, there were two people standing, one kneeling and one standing. In front of them was a small grave mound. The stone tablet in front of the grave mound was illuminated red by the blazing fire.

An Ling silently watched Qian Ping putting paper money into the brazier. His thin body was trembling slightly, and some white hair appeared in his hair for no reason.

An Ling brought Yaxun's body to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, but Nalan, the only person who could support the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, had disappeared. The one who represented the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons to receive An Ling was actually Qian Ping, the young man whose mind had been controlled by the evil sword and who had committed many bloody acts.

Qian Ping was very strong this time. He didn't cry and didn't say much. He just asked about the cause of Yaxun's death. An Ling didn't know what to say for a moment. If she said that Xie Kurong had killed Yaxun by mistake, then Qian Ping would want to seek revenge on Xie Kurong for the rest of his life. With Xie Kurong's temperament, Qian Ping would just die. In addition, Xie Kurong has always used "no killing" to regulate his behavior. If he knew the real cause of Yaxun's death, would he still want to live?

An Ling clenched her fists, with countless conflicting thoughts colliding in her heart. After a while, she had to turn her face away and said, "She died to protect the person she loved."

Qian Ping looked at An Ling calmly. He could feel that An Ling was in great pain at the moment, but he was not sure whether An Ling was lying, so he continued to ask: "Who is that person? Sister Hu would never die for a man! Are you lying to me?"

"What if that man is the Immortal Emperor?" An Ling said shockingly, "She fell in love with someone who was destined not to love her, and was destined to die tragically."

Qian Ping looked at An Ling with red eyes, trying to see a trace of guilt in her eyes. After An Ling told this fact, she calmed down, sighed, sat down on the chair dejectedly, and continued: "Do you want to continue listening?"

Qian Ping answered irrelevantly: "An Ling, I believe you, and I will not pursue the truth any further."

An Ling looked up at the boy who seemed to never grow up. Qian Ping grinned, revealing the most bitter smile of his life. He said, "An Ling, I only ask you to tell me, can we still survive in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley?"

"So many people died in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters."

"Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa Huai, Master, Senior Sister Yaxun..."

"You know what? They're all dead."

"There are only me and a few foreign affairs grandfathers left in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters."

"And I still have the madness that can break out at any time."

"Do you think the Ten Thousand Demons Valley still has a future?"

An Ling was infected by sadness and tears welled up in her eyes. Qian Ping's question was also the question she had always wanted to ask!

Qian Ping is a young disciple of the Wan Yao Valley, and so is An Ling!

Where is the future?

……

Qian Ping finally finished burning the paper money. He sat on the grass, looking up at the blue sky. The two were silent for a long time before he asked quietly, "An Ling, where did my Senior Sister Nalan go?"

"I can't hold on any longer. I miss my senior sister so much."

An Ling thought of what she had heard from Wu Baiquan, and after a moment's silence, she replied, "We will meet again when the time comes."

"You..." A glimmer of hope ignited in Qianping's eyes.

An Ling continued: "I can only tell you that she should still be alive."

"Okay," Qian Ping said, "Then I will wait for her to come back in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters. If she doesn't come back in one day, I will wait for one day. If she doesn't come back in one month, I will wait for one month... until the fallen leaves of the sycamore cover the stone lions in front of the mountain gate, until I become a withered bone in a tomb..."

Qian Ping suddenly laughed, and asked An Ling with a smile: "An Ling, do you think I can live until the day when Senior Sister comes back?"

An Ling stood still and answered in a very serious tone: "Yes. And you will grow up to be a man who can stand tall and proud, just like your sister, and shoulder the responsibility of the entire Ten Thousand Demon Valley."

Qianping nodded, and they both looked at Yaxun's tombstone at the same time.

The tombstone was inscribed by An Ling, and it read: "The best disciple of Wan Yao Valley, the freest wind in the mountains, the tomb of Ya Xun."

……

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Inside the solemn and magnificent Daxuan Palace, all the officials were divided into two rows according to civil and military officials. They shouted in unison and lowered their heads waiting for instructions from His Majesty the Daxuan Emperor.

But after a long while, His Majesty did not respond.

Prime Minister Wei Ju took a step forward, raised his head slightly, and said loudly: "Your Majesty! I have something to report!"

His Majesty the Emperor still did not respond.

The officials were in an uproar. The late emperor had been in power for decades and had never neglected the prime minister, who was the head of the civil servants. Even if they had resentment in their hearts, they would never ignore the prime minister's inquiries.

An unusual atmosphere enveloped the court, causing the officials to make many groundless speculations.

Could it be that the new emperor is finally going to liquidate the civil service group? But that shouldn't be the case. When the new emperor came to power, he was clearly close to the civil servants. He also used an excuse to banish all the rebels from the Shanhai Academy. Now, the Imperial Academy is the only one that dominates the Daxuan officialdom.

"Cough cough..."

Just as everyone was suspicious, His Majesty the Emperor finally made a move. He coughed twice and replied slowly in a hoarse voice: "My dear, I have caught a cold recently and have caught a slight chill."

Wei Ju was relieved and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, please pay attention to your health. The country depends on you!"

The Prime Minister flattered the Emperor, and naturally the other ministers did not want to be left behind. They came forward one by one according to the size of their official positions and conveyed their concern to His Majesty.

After the emperor agreed to several people's requests, he could no longer bear it and snorted, "That's enough. What's the point of saying more?"

"Your Majesty clearly shows you!"

Everyone applauded the emperor again, as if he was a wise ruler rare in a thousand years after he said this.

The emperor said coldly, "What do you want to report, my dear ministers?"

Just as Wei Ju was about to speak, someone from the row of military officers next to him hurried out and shouted, "Your servant Chen Tang has something important to report!"

Wei Ju's slender eyes like poisonous snakes stared inconspicuously at this rough female general who was incompatible with the court, thinking that she was more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything.

After hearing Chen Tang's female voice, the emperor paused for a moment and replied, "What's the matter?"

"Futian Army!" Chen Tang said angrily, "The imperial capital has been under siege for a long time and has not been taken. Now, the Futian Army has begun to withdraw its troops. I'm afraid they will attack..."

"General Chen!" Wei Ju shouted, "Isn't it what you wanted that the Futian Army would withdraw? Otherwise, with such good news, why wouldn't General Chen be happy at all that the imperial capital has escaped from its predicament?"

Chen Tang said angrily: "Of course I am happy! But, apart from the powerful defensive array protecting the imperial capital, how can other places stop the attack of the Futian Army?"

"Your Majesty! The three cities and twenty counties in the capital are nothing but empty cities. There are no monks from the Astronomical Bureau and no troops stationed there. Now..."

Wei Ju interrupted her again and said coldly: "Chen Tang! Do you admit your guilt?"

Chen Tang opened his eyes wide, not understanding where his "sin" lay.

"As everyone knows, the imperial capital is the heart of Daxuan, where your majesty and all the royal heirs are. With a powerful enemy at hand, we must naturally concentrate our efforts on protecting the royal family, but you are bent on alienating the army! What exactly is your intention!"

Without waiting for Chen Tang to explain himself, Wei Ju attacked him like a string of cannonballs: "I think you are the traitor planted by the Futian Army in the imperial court! When the imperial capital's defenses become lax, you can open the city gates and let the Futian Army rush in! Isn't that what I said!"

At the last sentence, Wei Ju's hair and beard stood up, like an angry lion or a poisonous snake swallowing its tongue. The strong momentum made Chen Tang unable to defend himself. He could only clench his fists that he had trained every day and roared, "I didn't!"

"Your Majesty! This man has already developed murderous intentions in the palace. He is truly ambitious and must not be allowed to stay!" Wei Ju said.

The civil and military officials faced each other, and all the officials either closed their eyes to rest or looked at the two of them with ridicule. For a moment, the morning court fell into a deadlock.

At the critical moment, the emperor finally spoke. He slammed the table hard. The huge noise shocked everyone in the audience, and they all fell to their knees.

"I, why didn't I hear anything wrong with General Chen?"

Just one sentence made everyone in the court pale with fear.