This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Click...click...click..." A mechanical sound rang out deep in the woods. An object was moving forward with slow and firm steps. The birds were pecking at the dry grass above its head. The rabbits on the ground felt the vibration and quickly jumped away for fear of being stepped on by the big thing.

It keeps walking, and no one knows how long it has been walking or where it came from. Of course, it doesn't know either, it has forgotten everything. There is only a vague direction in its mind, which is the source of all its power. As long as it can reach that place, anything on its way can be eliminated.

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As the days passed, the fishing village was still as poor and busy as before, but An Ling had quietly evolved from "ordinary villager A" to "junior cultivator".

The above is An Ling's joke about herself. She practices alone and has no friends of the same age around her, so she has to entertain herself and find some fun in her daily life.

Speaking of which, after she started practicing, she found that practicing was such a fun thing: as long as she could breathe, she could "add blue", and while breathing, she felt the spiritual energy in her body becoming more and more abundant. An Ling felt much better - especially after she successfully stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals, the first thing she did was to learn the method of fasting. Although she could not really live on wind and dew like the great masters, she did not need to eat or drink, but she also significantly reduced the amount of food, and she could even go without food for several days!

This is such a money saver!

In fact, she didn't have to do this for the sake of money. After all, two years had passed and An Ling was now a well-known exorcist in the nearby fishing village. Her work in curing illnesses and removing evil spirits for the people was enough to support her daily expenses, and even more than enough.

During the winter solstice last year, the sirens invaded again. It was the first time that she truly fought as a monk. She thought it would be difficult for a novice like her, but the result was far beyond her expectations: the little siren that she almost beat to death last time could now be killed with just one sword.

According to the tradition, An Ling learned that these sea monsters that often harassed the people were more aggressive and destructive than other weak monsters such as rabbit monsters and lantern monsters that were scattered all over the world. Because of this, in the entire Daxuan territory, the villages along the coast were one of the areas most affected by monster disasters.

But An Ling didn't know whether she was too strong or the other cultivators were too useless, or simply didn't want to take care of the mess on the beach. It was obvious that as long as they united, fighting the sea monsters would not be a difficult task, but over the years, they had not formed a decent organization to efficiently solve the problems for the people on the beach.

She had also watched the famous sect in the town, Qingfeng Temple, exorcising demons: ten Taoist priests, young and old, jumped up and down around a little sea monster. When the sea monster bared its teeth, they were all frightened and took a step back collectively. Then a large number of incomprehensible magic weapons and talismans hit the sea monster with a crackling sound. Apart from the strong special effects, they could not even break the sea monster's stone skin.

But even though so many people came, no one dared to go up and chop the sea monster. An Ling watched for almost an hour, and in the end they still relied on various magical weapons to grind the sea monster to death... This made her begin to doubt whether Qingfeng Temple's business was really profitable, otherwise they would go bankrupt every time they fought.

"Since Qingfeng Temple is so rich, they should collect the Siren Claw. Previously, I saw them just dragging away the whole tattered Siren."

An Ling was thinking about whether she could make some money from Qingfeng Temple. On the eaves behind her, ten mermaid claws were hung neatly side by side.

An Ling had studied it before. The hardest and sharpest part of a sea monster is its claws. They are thin and long, with a blue-purple sheen. They give off a chill under the sun. With a gentle pull, they can easily split a stone in two. As for skin and teeth, they are no different from harder stones. Their only use to An Ling is that they allow her to dig up barnacles from the sea monster and use them as a dish without having to climb the cliff.

An Ling did it right away. She changed into a clean set of linen clothes, wrapped Xiang Zhu carefully, slung it around her waist, put the mermaid's claw in a backpack, and headed for Hongliu Town.

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Hongliu Town is a prosperous seaside town. Although the fishermen cannot grow crops on saline-alkali land, they can trade with other cities through fishing, pearl diving, reselling and other means. It has to be said that a town that focuses on the development of commerce is much richer than the marginal areas of An Ling's village that rely on the sea for their livelihood. Moreover, when typhoons, sea monsters and various disasters come, places far away from the coast are always safer.

"Look, look, there's a big fish we just caught this morning!"

In the morning, the whole Hongliu Town was already lively, with people flowing on the streets. The vendors hawking their wares along the street were greeting An Ling enthusiastically, which frightened her so much that she quickly waved her hands, saying that she was not here to buy anything, and then walked away quickly. She was here to make money today, not to spend money...

"Hey, wait a minute, do you want to take a look at the goods in the house? They are all picked by the newly-adult Tanka people. The quality is absolutely this..."

The man stealthily pulled a rich man in satin clothes into the house. It seemed that a big customer had come.

An Ling happened to pass by and couldn't help but curl her lips after hearing such remarks. These people looked down on the boat people when they had nothing to do and thought they were a lowly group. Now they were using it as a gimmick to solicit business. It was really despicable.

Tanka people are a group of poor people who have been drifting on the water for generations to make a living. They are regarded as the lowest class of people. Not only do they not have the qualifications to take the imperial examinations, they cannot intermarry with land dwellers, and they cannot even live on land. There was a ballad that goes: I think of the old Tanka people, the bitter melons hanging on the Coptis chinensis trees, bitter from head to toe. They don't have enough money to buy rice and flour from people living on the shore, and their staple food is usually fish, shrimp, crabs and other aquatic products caught from the sea.

Tanka people have been collecting pearls for generations, but in this era, going to the sea to collect pearls is an extremely dangerous thing. They need to tie a rope around their waists, hold their breath, and dive into the seabed to collect pearls. Once they feel they are about to reach their limit, they will shake the rope around their waists frantically to let their companions on the boat pull them up.

The dangers of pearl diving are hard to imagine for ordinary people. In addition to the direct threats posed by ferocious creatures such as sirens and sea beasts, there is also the high pressure, lack of oxygen, low temperature caused by long-term diving...even the shells themselves are a danger.

In An Ling's previous life, Lu Ji, a Ming Dynasty man, once recorded in "Ancient and Modern Stories of the Sea" that "When encountering a large fish, dragon, turtle or sea monster, being touched by its mane often causes its abdomen to burst and its limbs to break. When people see a streak of blood floating on the water, they know that the turtle is dead."

In this world full of demons and monsters, the danger of pearl diving is greatly increased. If the contact person sees traces of blood in the water, he will pull up the rope to see the bloody pearl diver. If you are unlucky, only the broken limbs will be left when you pull up the rope, and the rest may have been eaten by the sea monster...

An Ling quickly ignored this little episode and finally couldn't resist the temptation anymore. She began to visit every stall with great interest. For example, she secretly stood under the cooked meat shop to smell the meat, and played with the beautiful shells when she saw them. She wandered around aimlessly and soon arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Temple.

"Hello, is Master Wu here?" An Ling smiled and politely asked the disciple at the door.

The disciple looked An Ling up and down at her clothes and replied indifferently: "We don't hold religious ceremonies here, nor do we take on weddings or funerals. If you have any questions, go find that old bastard next door." After that, he pursed his lips and motioned for An Ling to go find the old Taoist priest who had a fortune-telling stall next to Qingfeng Temple.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a bright yellow cheap Taoist robe. He was so hungry that his face was pale and his body was thin. Only his goatee was still presentable. At this moment, he was reading the palm of a fat lady. His lecherous look showed that he was not a serious person. The banner behind him had written on it the business of Taoist priests, monks and all the businesses you could think of, including but not limited to treating illnesses, delivering babies, writing letters, one-day bodyguards, etc.

She was a little speechless. Although she did look a bit shabby, she was also a serious swordsman! Wait a minute... An Ling thought of a series of pretentious and face-slapping literature such as the crooked-mouthed dragon king. She was full of bad thoughts and suddenly came up with a fun idea.

An Ling smiled and explained, "You misunderstood. I picked up some strange-looking claws at the beach, so I wanted to ask if your sect would accept them."

After that, she took out a purple-glowing Siren's claw from her backpack. In front of the horrified eyes of the gatekeeper, she took out another, two, three...

"Oh, sorry, I have more behind me, but I can't carry it anymore." An Ling said honestly.