Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 149 Three-Year Agreement
One month later,

As the sun sets, its golden rays bathe the entire bamboo forest in a vibrant orange-red hue.

Anzhi slowly finished her practice, concluding her day's cultivation in the bamboo forest. She stood in the middle of the bamboo forest, closed her eyes slightly, and adjusted her breathing, allowing her breath to gradually become calm.

After being cleansed by the bamboo forest, Anzhi's spiritual power, true energy, and magical power were initially balanced.

He stood in the middle of the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves scattering in the air, and the orange sunlight filtering through the bamboo forest in dappled patterns.

Anzhi stood in the bamboo forest, her face calm and her eyes sharp. As she quickly formed hand seals and softly chanted incantations, a mysterious power began to surge around her.

In an instant, An Zhi shouted, "Phantom Eight Trigrams, activate!"

Centered on her, strange lights instantly appeared on the ground, intertwining and outlining to quickly form a huge Bagua pattern, which slowly began to rotate.

As the Bagua rotates, the surrounding space seems to distort as well.

One after another, phantoms emerged from the various trigrams of the Bagua. These phantoms took on different forms. Some resembled majestic mythical beasts, charging out with bared fangs and claws. Others looked like warriors in ancient costumes, wielding sharp blades and pacing with cold expressions. Still others were like graceful fairies, their figures elegant and colorful ribbons fluttering in the air.

These phantoms constantly shuttled and danced around Anzhi.

Anzhi stood at the center of the phantom Bagua, her expression focused. She began to control the movement of the phantom and the rotation speed of the Bagua by continuously exerting her spiritual power.

She knew that the Illusionary Eight Trigrams spell was extremely powerful, but as time went on, An Zhihai eventually lost control of it, causing the Eight Trigrams to spin too fast and affect the surrounding bamboo forest.

"Hahaha, very good, very good." Lingjizi stroked his beard and walked over slowly.

An Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Senior, how was it? I was just using spiritual power to control the Bagua."

Lingjizi nodded: "Good, it seems you are progressing very quickly. I will teach you some skills in a few days."

"That kind, that kind, you can fly while standing on a sword." Anzhi suddenly became excited. She admired Daoist Tianlei of Wugong Mountain and the sword-wielding immortal she met in the bamboo forest and water area. It was so cool to fly around on a sword every day.

Lingjizi frowned slightly: "Hehe, the art of sword control, you can't learn that right now."

"Why?" Anzhi asked, somewhat disappointed.

Lingjizi stroked his beard, looked up at the bamboo tip, and said, "Hehe, that's a unique skill of cultivators. It's impossible to fly on a sword without cultivating for about a hundred years."

"Oh, a hundred years." Anzhi was extremely disappointed; he hadn't expected it to take a hundred years.

Lingjizi saw what Anzhi was thinking and pointed to Tuantuan, who was playing with Duoqi in the distance.

“It,” Anzhi said, even more disappointed, “I’m afraid I’ll have to become its mount in the future.”

Lingjizi laughed loudly, "Hahaha, no, no, Heaven's arrangement must be correct."

"That's all we can do." After saying that, Anzhi pulled off the demon-slaying gourd from his waist and took a sip of the thousand-year-old snake wine.

The wine infused with the primordial spirit of the thousand-year-old snake demon was indeed incredibly effective; Anzhi could feel new levels of cultivation every day.

In the tranquil bamboo forest, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow. Anzhi walked solemnly toward Lingjizi, intending to tell him about the three-year promise spoken by the Bodhisattva at the Guanyin Temple at the ferry crossing.

“Senior Lingjizi, there is something I don’t understand.” Anzhi bowed respectfully and asked.

Lingjizi smiled slightly: "A three-year agreement?"

“Yes, the Bodhisattva said that in three years, the demon army will arrive, and the land of Bashu will be plunged into a great crisis.” Anzhi kept this promise in mind, but he knew nothing about the situation behind it.

Lingjizi was filled with worry after hearing this: "In ancient times, a battle took place between demon soldiers and the heroes of Shu Mountain in the land of Bashu. Although the heroes of Shu Mountain successfully drove away the demon soldiers, the demon soldiers have not given up their plan to reclaim the land of Shu for thousands of years. They gather demons and monsters everywhere. According to the current situation, these demon soldiers will take advantage of some opportunity to make a comeback."

After hearing this, An Zhi nodded and said, "No wonder, the giant python from our Sanqing Mountain came here after it escaped."

"Hehe, it's not just Sanqing Mountain. In fact, powerful demons and monsters from all the mountains and rivers have already arrived in the Sichuan and Chongqing region. This bloody storm is bound to come sooner or later." Lingjizi finished speaking and stroked his beard with a sigh.

An Zhi's gaze was firm. Since he was the chosen one, he had to shoulder this responsibility: "Senior, I heard from my friend Rimai Yongga that the demon soldiers are colluding with the Go people?"

Lingjizi nodded with a deep look in his eyes: "Judging from the current situation, it is true. Shushan and Emeishan have already obtained evidence that the Ge people colluded with the demon soldiers. Alas, this is an overwhelming trend that cannot be easily stopped by human power."

"You must cultivate continuously over these three years to improve your strength. I will also continue to search for people and things that may be related to resisting the demon soldiers, and unite all forces that can be united to fight against the demon soldiers. Perhaps there will be a glimmer of hope." Lingjizi looked at Anzhi with burning eyes, his eyes filled with expectation and trust.

An Zhi was surprised to hear this. He had thought that his purpose in coming to Sichuan was simply to cultivate and find the Black Python General to destroy him. He never expected that fate would arrange something like this for him...

"In a few days, I will be going on a long trip to Mount Shu. Mount Shu is a cultivation sect in the Sichuan and Chongqing region, and they have always been the pillar of peace in Sichuan and Chongqing." After saying this, Lingjizi fell into a brief state of contemplation.

Lingjizi strolled through the bamboo forest and continued, "Although you have made progress in your cultivation, you still need to master more effective ways to deal with things. In three days, I will teach you more advanced and practical demon-slaying skills."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise and anticipation flashed in Anzhi's eyes. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for your kindness, senior. Anzhi will certainly study diligently."

Lingjizi waved his hand gently, indicating that Anzhi did not need to be so polite, and continued to instruct him: "You must not slack off in these three days. You must not only consolidate your existing foundation of cultivation techniques, but also pay attention to the tempering and improvement of your own spiritual power. Only when your foundation is solid and your spiritual power is abundant can you achieve twice the result with half the effort when learning new skills."

Anzhi bowed and said, "Anzhi understands."

Lingjizi nodded with satisfaction, his previously worried gaze gradually calming down. He slightly raised his hands, softly chanted a spell, and then uttered a clear call: "Duoqi!"

The sound seemed to possess a strange magic, passing through layers of bamboo leaves and echoing leisurely in the bamboo forest.

Duoqi, who was chasing Tuantuan, suddenly looked up when he heard the call.

"Tuanzi, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Duoqi's agile figure rushed towards Lingjizi's location like lightning, without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing Duoqi arrive, Lingjizi patted the dog's head and said, "Let's go home."

Anzhi stood quietly in place, her gaze following the direction Lingjizi and Duoqi had gone until their figures completely disappeared into the depths of the lush bamboo forest.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly became exceptionally quiet, with only the rustling sound of a gentle breeze rustling through the bamboo leaves. Anzhi slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Tuanzi, who was wobbling towards him with her short legs.

One returned to its master with lightning speed, while the other swayed and strolled back like an old man. The contrast was stark; Anzhi frowned, lost in thought…