Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 162 is really infuriating!

Humming a song, Anzhi happily carried the carefully selected bamboo towards the bamboo house, still thinking about how to tame Tuanzi's mischievous nature. But when she saw the location of Qingzhu Xiaozhu in the distance, her eyes widened and her steps froze on the spot.

The cultivator who had imprisoned Anzhi seemed to have forgotten to tell him that his imprisonment technique had a time limit.

The once cozy and tidy bamboo cottage was now a mess. Most of the bamboo walls had collapsed, the roof had also collapsed, and broken bamboo pieces were scattered everywhere, as if it had been hit by a violent storm. All four bamboo houses had collapsed.

Meanwhile, the culprit, Tuantuan, was sitting amidst the ruins of Qingzhu Xiaozhu, a bamboo stick dangling from his mouth, leisurely swaying his head, completely unaware that Anzhi had already returned.

Anzhi felt a surge of anger well up inside her. She threw the bamboo on her shoulder heavily to the ground with a loud bang, and strode towards Tuantuan.

“You unfilial son, you, you, you…” Anzhi shouted loudly, his voice filled with anger and helplessness: “You, you, how could you tear down the bamboo house? Why can’t you change your temper!”

When Tuanzi heard Anzhi's voice, it looked up and saw Anzhi's face flushed with anger. It seemed to realize that it had caused trouble, and its ears drooped down as it said, "Who told you to make me angry?"

These words immediately caused Anzhi's blood pressure to spike. The destroyed bamboo house, the incorrigible Tuantuan—Anzhi shouted, "This...this house is gone! Where are we going to sleep tonight? Huh? You unfilial son, you unfilial son..."

As he spoke, Anzhi picked up a bamboo stick from the ground, raised it high, and lashed it down hard at Tuanzi.

With a crisp "snap," the bamboo stick landed on Tuanzi's round body. To Anzhi's surprise, Tuanzi's thick bear skin was like natural armor. The bamboo stick struck it, making only a sound, but it didn't leave even a mark, not even a white stain.

Anzhi stared wide-eyed, hardly believing the sight before him. His anger grew even more intense. He thought that it was bad enough that Tuanzi was mischievous and rebellious, but now he had actually demolished the bamboo house.

So Anzhi swung the bamboo stick again and again, striking Tuanzi repeatedly while muttering, "I told you not to dismantle the bamboo house, I told you not to be disobedient, you unfilial son, now even the hair on your body is growing backwards."

Tuantuan was initially dazed after being slapped a few times. Once she came to her senses, she turned around nonchalantly, drooped her head, and walked towards the bamboo forest, completely ignoring Anzhi. She seemed to care a lot about being imprisoned by the cultivators today and resented her mother for letting the cultivators imprison her.

The loving mother held a stick, striking the rebellious son's body with it. One blow after another struck Tuantuan's thick fur, like tickling an itch. But Tuantuan seemed angry too, and he seemed somewhat disappointed in his mother, Anzhi.

"Where are you going? Come back, come back."

Tuantuan, with its ears drooping, swayed as it walked towards the bamboo forest, ignoring its mother calling after it. Its stern face dimmed, and a sense of loss welled up inside it.

"Where are you going? Come back, come back, you unfilial son..."

Anzhi, furious, kicked away the bamboo she had carefully selected for Tuantuan. She then silently turned to check the damage to the bamboo house; it was severe, and she knew nothing of repair. Watching Tuantuan's forlorn and disappointed figure disappear into the bamboo grove, Anzhi felt a mix of emotions. But the ruined bamboo house needed her attention more urgently. Ultimately, she could only suppress her complicated feelings for Tuantuan and bend down to begin cleaning up the mess.

We definitely can't stay in the bamboo house tonight, and what's worse, as darkness falls, a series of muffled rumbling sounds come from afar, and the wind in the bamboo forest is getting stronger.

This is the prelude to rain.

Anzhi had no time to care about Tuantuan, so he could only pick up his personal belongings and clothes from the ruins and pile them aside, along with Lingjizi's things.

There were just too many bamboo pieces, scattered here and there, and too many things to pick up. Anzhi walked back and forth, and soon he was panting heavily. But he didn't have time to rest and continued to pick them up.

Next, she cleaned up the debris mixed in with the bamboo strips. Some small items that had been placed in the bamboo house were now buried under the ruins. Anzhi carefully dug them out and wiped off the dust.

Just as Anzhi was working up a sweat and finally managed to gather the bamboo pieces and debris on the ground, he looked up at the bamboo forest and saw a strong wind blowing, making the bamboo forest whistle. A large patch of dark clouds quickly gathered, like a huge black curtain, pressing heavily over the bamboo forest.

"Boom boom boom..."

With a few muffled claps of thunder, large raindrops began to fall in a "pitter-patter" sound, hitting Anzhi's body and face. The cold touch made her shiver involuntarily.

The rain was heavy and torrential, and soon small puddles formed on the ground. The bamboo strips and other debris that had been neatly arranged were washed away by the rain and scattered everywhere.

Anzhi helplessly raised his head, looked at the torrential rain, and then looked at Tuantuan sitting not far away with a disappointed expression. He felt frustrated and tired, and secretly groaned in his heart.

Complaining was useless. Anzhi could only continue to gather the scattered bamboo pieces together in the rain. Rainwater streamed down his face, blurring his vision. His clothes were quickly soaked and clung tightly to his body, making it even more difficult for him to move.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Anzhi was on the verge of tears. He was soaked to the bone and exhausted. Tuantuan was also watching him blankly from a distance, looking quite sad as well. Anzhi simply stopped what he was doing and walked in that direction.

Tuantuan sat alone beside a green bamboo tree, her round body soaked by the rain. She looked lonely and aggrieved, her ears still drooping, her eyes staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Anzhi silently walked to Tuanzi's side, slowly sat down, and without saying a word, quietly accompanied it in the rain. Rainwater kept falling from their heads, flowing down their cheeks, and wetting their fur and clothes.

At this moment, Anzhi felt that perhaps staying with Tuantuan in the rain for a while would let it know that he didn't really want to abandon it, nor did he intentionally let the cultivator imprison it; he was just a little helpless about its mischievousness.