This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling crawled out of the dog hole in the backyard of the general's mansion, put on men's clothes and put on insoles. From the surface, it can be seen that this short man with a big beard does not resemble An Ling in the slightest.

She stood up straight, clasped her fists and said to those around her: "My seniors, I'm taking my leave. Please respect my choice and don't see me off. The mountains and rivers remain unchanged and we will meet again." She didn't care if anyone heard her or not, she just picked up her bag and left Tianxing Mansion.

She entered the city from the west gate and left from the east gate, her journey smooth and no one stopped her.

Since An Ling met the mountain god and married him, and escorted Qin Lanzhi and her daughter to Tianxing Mansion, she has gained nothing in the past month. She is left with a body with a damaged dantian. She feels a sense of absurdity that she cannot explain, but she does not have any resentment in her heart. Protecting the unarmed people from the harm of monsters is the purpose of her cultivation. Now An Ling has done it, what else can she complain about? Meeting the colorless and tasteless Xumitian, who even the tree ancestor fears, can only be said to be the result of fate...

An Ling kicked hard at a tree beside the road and cursed angrily, "Bullshit mountain god getting married, bullshit Xumi Heaven, I shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place. If I hadn't cared, I would have already arrived at Canglan Sword Sect and become a formal disciple of the Sword Sect!"

An Ling was very happy to have saved so many people, but she was not a saint who would never regret even if she died nine times. Her good path to becoming an immortal was cut off. Even if she had no way to solve the problem, she would have to curse the evil God a few more times to vent her hatred!

An Ling's Dantian was injured and she couldn't store spiritual energy, but fortunately her body, which had been nourished by spiritual energy, was still there. Her physical fitness was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and she could even compete with some weaker martial arts players. She walked slowly along the official road. Fortunately, Jiangning, where Shanhai Academy was located, was not far from Tianxing. At her current walking speed, she could reach the destination in about half a month, just in time for Shan Changshou's birthday.

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An Ling didn't encounter any problems along the way. She walked and stopped from time to time, and a few days passed quickly.

It was a windy and rainy night. An Ling hurried towards the light ahead. She didn't want to starve and freeze in the wilderness so late at night, so she decided to hurry to an inn or something like that to rest.

In the storm, with the help of the faint light in front of her, she saw a person walking hurriedly on the left side in the same direction as her. It seemed that he was also a passerby who was eager to find shelter.

An Ling was standing on the soft muddy ground soaked by rain. The mud was all over her shoes and even her legs, but she didn't have time to manage her image now. She just wanted a bowl of warm ginger tea, and two taels of hot noodles would be even better.

An Ling finally came to the light. She took off her straw hat and looked up, only to see the four big characters "Xiyan Restaurant" across the door. A waiter with a rag draped over his shoulder was greeting the passerby who had arrived earlier.

An Ling looked at him and saw that he was wearing a gorgeous embroidered dress, a crown decorated with red tassels and jewels, and cloud-climbing boots. He was clean from head to toe, and had a faint aura of freshness. He was completely different from her image of a country bumpkin covered in mud.

The waiter bent down and said with a smile: "Sir, you're here! Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time. Come in!" His waist was bent almost ninety degrees, and his face was so wrinkled that it could almost pinch a mosquito to death. He looked so fawning that An Ling felt disgusted.

An Ling stood at the door of what was probably a wine shop, an inn, or a restaurant. She folded her arms and stared coldly at the waiter and the flashily dressed man. She wanted to see when these two would make way for her to go in and rest for a while.

The man was a martial arts master, and was very sensitive to people's gazes. He turned around, frowned, and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

My goodness, this turn almost scared An Ling to death. The man was dressed richly and had extraordinary manners. An Ling thought he was a handsome guy, but she never expected that he had a stunning face like a pancake sprinkled with sesame seeds. She laughed dryly twice. It seemed that this man had been ridiculed for his appearance, so he was so sensitive to gazes.

An Ling apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look at you, I just wanted to see how long it would take me to get in." When she spoke, she lowered her voice, which sounded very rough.

Before the man could say anything, the waiter started cursing, "You country bumpkin, you still want to come to our wedding banquet? Get out of here as far as you can! Don't let me see you, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

An Ling was also furious when she saw this. She was about to curse back, but the man stopped her. He smiled and said, "Hey, a guest is a guest. How can you refuse the old man's request? It's windy and rainy outside now. The old man has weak legs and feet. He can't be caught in the cold outside."

Father-in-law?

Although An Ling was unhappy, she also went along with it and said, "Ahem, thank you, noble man."

The man was a good man, so he turned around and walked in. Suddenly he thought of something and whispered to the waiter, "Don't let me see anything dirty."

The waiter looked disgusted as if he had eaten ten flies. He looked An Ling up and down, threw the rag on his shoulder at An Ling, and said coldly: "Take off your muddy shoes and wipe the water off your body, or get out of here. We don't welcome poor bastards like you."

An Ling rolled her eyes at him and took off her muddy shoes.

The waiter took a few steps back, pinched his nose and cursed: "You old man, how long have you not taken a shower? Why do you stink so badly?"

An Ling said speechlessly: "Grandson, your grandpa just came back from outside, covered in mud, of course it smells like this. When it comes to cleanliness, I don't think any of you is much cleaner than me!" These words are absolutely true. Although she has no spiritual power now, her body has been nourished by the surging spiritual power. It can be called an "immortal body", without any dirt or dust, so how can it be unclean?

It is rumored that the ladies in the imperial palace would take a "spiritual bath" every day, that is, bathing their bodies with spiritual power so thick that it formed a liquid, in order to beautify their complexion and maintain their youthful beauty. The powerful and wealthy people enjoyed this to their heart's content.

An Ling was not shy at all and threw her shoes aside. However, due to the heavy rain, her socks got wet. After taking two steps, the rain was all over the place. She said nonchalantly, "Why? You want me to go in barefoot?"

The waiter pinched his nose and cursed, "You old thing, just wait!" After that, he fled through the side door. Not long after, he came out with a pair of old shoes. He threw the old shoes on the ground and said, "Wear these when you go in, and return them to me when you come out."

An Ling put it on cheerfully, and even while maintaining her persona, she bowed and said, "Thank you, grandson. Grandsons are so filial!"

She stroked her beard pretentiously and slowly walked into the "Xiyan Restaurant".