Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 103 Let him stay with you
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On a stormy night filled with thunder and lightning, Shen Anzhi carried the nearly lifeless Kui Ran as they struggled to escape through the muddy road.

Large raindrops pelted down mercilessly, splashing up sprays of water.

Lightning flashed like a silver snake across the night sky, instantly illuminating Shen Anzhi's resolute and determined face.

Her clothes were soaked through, and her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks, but her eyes burned with an indomitable flame.

Kui Ran's aura was extremely weak, and her life seemed to be about to disappear at any moment. Black wisps of smoke occasionally emerged from her ears, mouth, nose, and eyes.

Shen Anzhi was in no better shape; she felt her body being eroded by demonic spirits, and the breath she exhaled was black.

The rain blurred her vision, but with her indomitable will, she groped her way forward in the darkness.

Each clap of thunder seemed to urge her to quicken her pace, and each flash of lightning seemed to illuminate the dangers ahead.

bump……

Finally, due to exhaustion, Shen Anzhi fell down, and Kui Ran also fell heavily into the mud pit.

Looking up, wisps of demonic energy drifted across the sky, as if we were about to enter a new battlefield.

"Kui Ran, Kui Ran," Shen Anzhi scrambled up and helped Kui Ran up again.

What she saw shocked her: Kui Ran's face had been corrupted by the demonic spirit, her entire face was sunken in, without a trace of blood, and her features were emanating a thick black aura that stank horribly.

Shen Anzhi knew that the two of them were being demonized and might become demons who obeyed the black python before dawn.

"Kui Ran, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."

As Shen Anzhi exhaled more and more black smoke as she spoke, she became increasingly desperate. She sat in the mud pit, soaked by the heavy rain, waiting for death.

"Buzzing..."

Kui Ran made a buzzing sound in her throat, as if she wanted to speak, while her right hand unconsciously touched the blue and white porcelain at her waist.

Seeing the helpless Kui Ran, Shen Anzhi cried and scrambled to his side, helping Kui Ran retrieve the blue and white porcelain from his waist.

"Buzzing..."

Kui Ran's throat was still making sounds. Shen Anzhi listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. He watched helplessly as Kui Ran went from a sunny young man to a shriveled corpse at a visible speed.

"I'm sorry to you all, and I'm sorry to everyone," Shen Anzhi said remorsefully.

"Buzzing..."

Kui Ran struggled to raise her left hand, which had become a skeletal hand, and pointed to the mud puddle.

Looking in the direction Kui Ran pointed, one could see the celestial pendant gleaming faintly in the mud.

Shen Anzhi quickly picked it up and handed it to Kui Ran.

A magical scene unfolded.
Under the trees nearby, a person who looked exactly like Kui Ran walked over.

Before Shen Anzhi could speak, Kui Ran's clone said, "Anzhi, don't speak, I don't have much time left."

As he spoke, Kui Ran trudged through the mud to stand before him. He gazed at his own dying self for a moment before helping Shen Anzhi up and said, "Don't blame yourself. We won't blame you. This is our fate."

Shen Anzhi was already in tears, her face indistinguishable between rain and tears, and she looked helplessly at Kui Ran.

“Your level is higher than mine, so you can hold on for a while longer. You should quickly go to my master, Daoist Tianlei. He has a way to expel the demon spirit from your body. This process will be very long and painful.”

"Although we all hate you, there's nothing we can do. You must live on. You will eventually become a true demon slayer. Oh, and this demon-slaying gourd is for you."

Shen Anzhi looked down at the wine gourd in the mud pit, slowly squatted down and picked it up. "I once had a dream of traveling the world with a sword, but it seems I don't have that chance now. You can take it with you from now on. Consider it as me, Kui Ran, traveling the world with a sword, slaying demons and monsters, and making up for my regrets."

The wind, mixed with rain, ruffled Shen Anzhi's hair and clothes.

Kui Ran's clone emitted a faint light, as if it might dissipate into the endless void at any moment.

Anzhi slowly reached out, wanting to touch that familiar soul, but could only feel a faint warmth.

"Goodbye."

Kui Ran's clone disappeared, and then Kui Ran was seen lying in the mud pit, struggling incessantly.

"Kui Ran, Kui Ran, hang in there, hang in there."

Shen Anzhi held Kui Ran in her arms with great pain, just as Ding Tianfeng had held Liu Yulin and she had held Kang Qing.

Gradually, Kui Ran was completely devoured by the demon spirit, turning into wisps of foul-smelling black mist that lingered in the dense forest.

With Kui Ran dead, Shen Anzhi also began to feel the pressure.

Her hands seemed to evaporate, with wisps of black energy emanating from her skin, and her heartbeat quickened.

Time is life.

Without thinking twice, Shen Anzhi picked up the horse-slaying sword and other magical artifacts left behind by Kui Ran and continued on his way.

Looking down,

She was like a smoke machine, leaving behind a trail of dark smoke.

I don't know how long I ran.
Shen Anzhi stumbled and fell to a large stone staircase.
The rain had stopped, and slivers of sky were visible in the distance.

She put down the sword and the demon-slaying gourd in her hand, then sat down to meditate, trying to use the spiritual power within her body to fight against the demonic energy.

No matter how hard she tried, it was to no avail.
Are we just going to watch ourselves slowly be devoured by demonic energy?

Shen Anzhi felt very tired. Although he was unwilling, where could he find a Taoist priest named Tianlei?
She was immediately filled with tears of grievance. She looked up as if to question the heavens, but then she noticed that the stone tablet next to her was inscribed with "Tianyu Terrace".

"Sky, rain, platform!"

Shen Anzhi read out the three words with a wry smile, and the familiar name instantly appeared in his mind.

The first time Tianyutai appeared in Shen Anzhi's memory was when the spirit snake spoke of it when they went down the mountain.

To commemorate the great achievements of Meng Hong, the patriarch of the Sanqing Palace, and to inspire future generations, a sacrificial altar was specially built for him, named the Heavenly Rain Terrace.

Shen Anzhi slowly stood up. She felt ridiculous; what she hated most had actually come to pass.

She lifted her foot and slowly walked towards the Tianyu Terrace, leaving a black footprint with each step.

The stone slabs surrounding Tianyu Terrace are covered with moss, depicting Meng Hong's deeds from back then.
Shen Anzhi had no interest in observing these events; she gritted her teeth and struggled to resist the corrosive influence of the demonic energy within her body.

That evil power spread rampantly through her body, like countless venomous snakes gnawing at her meridians.

Her face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Each surge of demonic energy brought with it an unbearable pain. The female warrior felt her consciousness gradually fading, as if she would be swallowed up by the demonic energy at any moment.

Despite the pain, Shen Anzhi sat down cross-legged again, concentrating his mind to try and find the weakness of the demonic energy within his body.

Her breathing gradually became steady, and her mind gradually calmed down.

In this life-or-death moment, she knew that she had to remain calm in order to find a glimmer of hope.