Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 158 Complex mood
Looking at Tuantuan, who was trapped in place, looking aggrieved and unable to move, Anzhi felt helpless and conflicted. He really hoped that Tuantuan could listen to what he had just said and realize the mission he was carrying.

Having lost interest in cultivation, Anzhi turned and slowly walked into the depths of the bamboo forest, heading towards the old man weaving bamboo.

Along the way, the bamboo leaves rustled under her feet. She walked through clumps of green bamboo, past familiar puddles and piles of stones, and soon arrived at the bamboo house of the old bamboo weaver.

The courtyard of the bamboo weaving old man exudes a rustic and tranquil atmosphere, with all sorts of exquisite bamboo woven objects displayed around it, including bamboo baskets, bamboo crates, and lifelike bamboo woven animals.

"Hey, Anzhi, what brings you here today?" The old bamboo weaver was weaving various mythical beasts and animals.

Anzhi sat down, somewhat dejected: "Senior, is there any way to tame Tuan Tuan?"

The old bamboo weaver was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, then laughed and said, "Haha, so that's why you're looking so worried today. Sigh, Tuanzi is growing up and becoming rebellious."

Anzhi took a bamboo stick: "Stop talking, I'm so angry today, I'm trying to calm down right now."

The old bamboo weaver seemed to have thought of something, stopped what he was doing and said, "Shizhi, you've spoiled it too much these past two years, only caring about your own cultivation and neglecting it."

Anzhi has now realized the seriousness of the situation, but she is now at a loss.

Seeing that Anzhi was very depressed, the old bamboo weaver tried to comfort him, saying, "Anzhi, if all else fails, go to Tianlong Mountain. There are many mythical beasts there that are easy to tame."

Anzhi's eyes widened. Was the old bamboo weaving master asking him to give up on Tuantuan? So he asked, "Senior, do you mean I should give up on Tuantuan? This, this isn't right."

The old man continued weaving bamboo, saying, "The demonic soldiers are already stirring. A bloody storm is inevitable in the land of Sichuan. As a demon slayer, you can't be without a mount."

"Oh, please stop talking, sob sob sob..." An Zhi felt a lot of pressure just thinking about this situation.

The bamboo weaving elder had witnessed Anzhi's situation over the past two years. He was very ambitious and proactive, but he couldn't understand why Anzhi had chosen the most stubborn of the ancient mythical beasts, the Iron-Eating Beast.

“Oh, let’s not talk about that, senior. Look.” Anzhi took the demon-slaying gourd from his waist and handed it to the bamboo weaving old man: “This morning, a master said that my gourd is one of the demon-refining artifacts.”

The old bamboo weaver put down the bamboo strips in his hand, examined the gourd repeatedly, and indeed couldn't make out what it said, because he didn't recognize the inscription on the gourd either: "Are you sure?"

“I’m asking you the same question!” Anzhi was somewhat surprised by the old man’s question.

The old man who made bamboo shook his head and said, "I can't tell. The characters on this seem to be ancient inscriptions."

After saying that, he handed the wine gourd to Anzhi.

Anzhi was even more depressed because he didn't get the answer he wanted, but he saw that the old bamboo weaver had woven a lot of strange animals in his bamboo basket, hundreds of them of all sizes.

"Senior, why are you making up animal stories now?" Anzhi observed carefully.

On the small table lay a pile of carefully processed bamboo strips. The strips were of uniform thickness and had a faint bluish-yellow sheen. The old bamboo weaver's hands moved nimbly, and the bamboo strips gradually took shape under his manipulation. "This, this, this is the Deer-Shu. This morning, a cultivator rode it." An Zhi instantly recognized the animal the old bamboo weaver was weaving as the divine beast Deer-Shu.

The old man who made bamboo weaving beamed with joy: "Hehe, yes, you have a good eye."

Anzhi curiously picked up a bamboo animal and asked, "Senior, are you... are you going to revive these bamboo animals and put them into battle?"

The old man making bamboo quietly looked at Anzhi, not expecting that he could guess this, so he smiled and said, "Hehe, you guessed right. After these divine beasts are resurrected, they can be given spiritual power to perform simple attacks and defenses."

Everyone was doing their best to resist the demon soldiers. Anzhi seemed to vaguely sense the ferocity of this great battle, and her inner unease made her even more eager to go out and make a difference.

"Lingjizi probably won't be back for another month or so. You need to keep practicing diligently and grasp the essentials of the skill. It will come in handy very soon." The old bamboo weaver suddenly had an idea after saying this.

"Hey, senior, what I want most right now is to get out and find the Demon-Slaying Sword. I think I'm the one destined for it, since the Demon-Refining Gourd has always been on me." This is what An Zhi wants to do most right now.

The old man, quietly weaving bamboo, said, "Please be patient. We'll make arrangements once Lingjizi returns."

That's how experts talk, and Anzhi was already used to it. Frustrated, he glanced at the various bamboo mythical beasts in the old man's bamboo basket and said, "Senior, revive a few of them and let them practice with me."

Previously, Anzhi would occasionally ask the bamboo weaving old man to weave a few mythical beasts to revive and accompany her in practicing skills such as the Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword, the Spirit Wind Shadow Step Kill, the Ice Soul Demon-Sealing Array, and the Illusionary Eight Trigrams Array. However, since these bamboo-woven mythical beasts were not very powerful and the weaving process was complicated, she did not make things difficult for the bamboo weaving old man again.

The old bamboo weaver rummaged through his basket for a long time but couldn't find a suitable bamboo mythical beast to spar with Anzhi. So he said, "Hehe, these are all newbies. So, didn't you say your gourd is a demon-refining gourd?"

"What? Another good thing?" An Zhi guessed.

"Hehe." The old bamboo weaver slowly got up and handed Anzhi a bamboo hat, saying, "I raised a thousand-year-old spirit insect in the Bamboo Sea Secret Realm. If you find her, and if your wine gourd is really a demon-refining gourd, you can refine it into a life-and-death pill, which can quickly heal seriously injured people in critical moments. However, even I can't find this insect anymore."

"Huh? What kind of insect?" An Zhi happily got up and took the straw hat.

The old bamboo weaver, leaning on his cane, said, "Hehe, bamboo worms, thousand-year-old bamboo worms, we Sichuan people call them bamboo shoot worms."

It's incredible that in the bamboo forest, bamboo worms are everywhere during the summer. They have two slender antennae on either side of their heads, six strong legs, and faint patterns on their backs.

"You raised it!" Anzhi took the bamboo hat and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you so much, you are my ancestor, you are willing to give me this treasure."

The old bamboo weaver was amused by Anzhi's words and nodded repeatedly, saying, "I'm old. This insect has absorbed the spiritual energy of the bamboo forest. Let's see if we can use your demon-refining gourd to refine a pill of life and death."

"Definitely." Anzhi didn't expect that her mood, which had been depressed by Tuantuan, would improve so quickly.

The old man who made bamboo slowly walked to the front of the courtyard, pointed and said, "You need to wear a bamboo hat and walk along the bamboo forest path until you reach the fourteen thousandth bluestone slab to enter the Bamboo Sea Secret Realm."