This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling shouted "sword coming", and then she summoned the Xiangzhu Sword from the room. It flew straight into her hand and she held it tightly!

"I'm fine!" An Ling said happily. She was about to say something when her lower abdomen ached as her spiritual power ran out, and she put the Xiangzhu Sword down again.

Han Fu said, "You are not completely healed yet. The headmaster only used the secret 'retrospective repair' to repair your Dantian. It is still empty inside. You cannot use the spell yet. You need to practice hard."

"I understand. I am so grateful to Master. Please accept my greetings!" God knows how touched An Ling was when she regained her spiritual power! She immediately bowed to the headmaster Li Mo and said, "Thank you Master for repairing my Dantian!"

"Cough cough cough... Get up, cough cough, get up!" Li Mo seemed to be feeling unwell. He coughed several times before he finally uttered the complete word "get up".

An Ling quickly got up and worriedly carried Li Moshun on her back, "Master, what's wrong with you? Will treating me hurt your body?"

Li Mo waved his hands vigorously and continued coughing, unable to speak for a while.

Han Fu, the little cotton-padded jacket, recited several poems about curing diseases for the headmaster, and the headmaster finally calmed down. Han Fu explained, "It's not your fault. The headmaster has always been in poor health, and today... he was irritated again, so he coughed a few times. It's nothing serious."

"Then, is the 'Retrospective Repair' a big burden on Master's body? Such a magical technique must have a price..." An Ling said self-reproachfully, "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Master wouldn't be like this."

"What are you talking about!" Li Mo held An Ling's hand tightly and said firmly: "I couldn't save Xia Hui before, but today I finally saved his disciple. I have fulfilled my lifelong wish! I am very happy!"

"Master..." An Ling felt the warmth of family love for the first time in a long time, and her eyes became wet.

Han Fu was also moved to tears. He kept wiping his tears with his sleeves and said, "This is the truest love in the world. A loving son cannot bear to see him suffer, a filial teacher does not want to feel guilty. Woo woo woo, morality..."

Zheng Boshan clicked his tongue at Han Fu and changed the subject for An Ling, saying, "I also know this technique, but I can only use it on broken machines. I can't use it on the human body like Shanzhang can. So, aren't you just a little robot?"

An Ling burst out laughing. What little robot? It sounds so modern.

Zheng Boshan continued to tease her: "Don't disbelieve me, I am now preparing to study the drawings left over from ancient times. Soon, I will be able to create the mechanical god that the sword fairy mentioned - Gundam!"

An Ling was stunned. Can you imagine that in an ancient academy, the teacher told you confidently that he was going to build an ancient Gundam?

"Ahem, alright, alright, stop chatting. Xiao Fu, go ask someone to prepare lunch. I want to treat Xiao An Ling well today." The headmaster said with a smile.

An Ling jumped up and said excitedly: "Master! You finally smiled!"

Han Fu also responded with a smile. An Ling's arrival really added vitality to the academy, and even the dean smiled.

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After the meal, both the host and the guests had a great time. An Ling said goodbye to the dean and was about to go back to her room to practice in seclusion, but Zheng Boshan stopped her.

"Master Zheng." An Ling bowed to Zheng Boshan.

"Hello, An Ling," Zheng Boshan said with a smile, "You haven't been out to see the world since you came to Jiangning, right? Do you want to help Old Zheng with a little favor?"

Zheng Boshan took out a mechanical bird from a large cloth bag on the side and waved it in front of An Ling. "If you are willing to help, I will give you this bird that can only fly by itself."

An Ling was speechless. He was treating her like a child! But the mechanical bird... seemed to be related to the transparent bird she was looking for, so she nodded and said, "Okay, Master, please tell me."

"It's like this. Not long ago, I customized a batch of parts at the South City Machinery Workshop. I have to continue studying the ancient drawings now, so I don't have time to go out. It just so happens that my disciples are all busy, so I'll leave it to you!" He stuffed the voucher into An Ling's hand and ran away like a flash, fearing that An Ling would quit.

An Ling complained in her heart: "I knew it, I knew it! I'm so busy that I don't even have time to rest! Oh, forget it, for the sake of my master, I will help Master Zheng."

She returned to her room, slung her sword over her shoulder, took a small bag filled with various emergency supplies, and tidied her clothes before going out. After all, when she was in Tianxing Mansion, all kinds of accidents happened every time she went out, so she had better be prepared in advance.

As soon as she walked out of the gate of the academy, An Ling was so shocked by the scene before her that she couldn't close her mouth for a long time.

She racked her brains for a long time, and only two words could describe Jiang Ning in her mind, and that was - punk!

Besides pedestrians in ancient costumes, the people walking on the streets were four-wheeled carts made of brass and wood! Outside each house, there were copper pipes connected to the ground, constantly transporting some kind of substance into the house, and the surface of the streets was paved with cement, allowing the four-wheeled carts to drive smoothly on the road.

An Ling stood there for a while before her calf was lightly bumped by something. She looked down and saw that it was a wooden mechanical dog! There were two cloth bags on the dog's back, which contained a stack of newspapers. An Ling looked carefully and saw the words "5 cents for a newspaper" written on the bags.

An Ling was happy. She didn't expect that Canglan Sword Immortal would bring this here. Well, let me see what Daxuan's newspaper looks like!

She bought a newspaper, stuffed the coins into the mechanical dog's wide-open mouth, and watched its back as it ran with its tail wagging, feeling a mixture of emotion in her heart.

"Is this the society that the time traveler has visited? Ancient times, immortal arts, machinery... everything is so absurd yet harmoniously integrated together. But why haven't I seen anything like this in Tianxing Prefecture? Tianxing isn't exactly a remote place."

On the first page of the newspaper, it was written in large font: "Today's headlines, one of the five major immortal sects, the Yuehua Sect, came to Jiangning. The Saint brought the sect members to celebrate the birthday of the headmaster of Shanhai Academy. The scene was heartwarming."

What the hell?

An Ling flipped to the back page, "The Jiangning Gu family is offering a huge reward! If you can bring back the young master of the Gu family, you will be rewarded with gold. If you can provide information, you will be rewarded with silver!"

Hey, isn't this the familiar little fat guy? Why did he run away again? So many people in the Gu family didn't keep an eye on him?

Turning to the next page, "Half-Immortal Kunlun Sanren is truly a master of calculation. With just a few moves, he solved the problem that has troubled the Chu family for years!"

An Ling was shocked: "Kunlun Sanren! Isn't this the old liar? How come he came to Jiangning and became a guest of honor of the local family?"

and many more.

An Ling suddenly recovered and quickly turned back to the first page. Looking at the three big words "Yuehua Sect" on it, her face gradually became serious. She still remembered that the commander of the Weiyuan Army, Lin Mu, once said that the Yuehua Sect far away in Beiming had been secretly collecting the souls of mortals and even raising mortals!

They actually came to Jiangning, which made An Ling alert. Her intuition told her that the Yuehua Sect definitely had bad intentions.