Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 163 Cave Man
After sitting for a while, the cold rain gradually took its toll on Anzhi's body, but she still didn't get up to leave. She just turned to look at Tuantuan, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

After a while, Anzhi finally stood up slowly, gently patted Tuantuan's head, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, let's stay in the cave behind the mountain tonight." After saying that, he started walking towards the back mountain.

Tuantuan was taken aback at first, seemingly not expecting Anzhi to call it so softly. Then it immediately stood up, shook off the rain, and quickly followed behind Anzhi. A glimmer of hope rekindled in its originally dim eyes, and its short legs moved quickly, closely following Anzhi.

The man and the beast walked silently toward the back mountain, leaving behind a trail of footprints, some deep and some shallow. Rainwater fell into the footprints, creating small ripples, and the raindrops pattered on the bamboo leaves.

As they walked, the scenery gradually opened up, and a cave suddenly appeared on the mountain wall not far away. The entrance of the cave was partially hidden by the lush green bamboo and some vines around it.

This cave is the earliest cave where Lingjizi cultivated. The entrance is not large, about enough for two or three people to pass side by side. It is an irregular semi-circle, and the rocks on the edges look somewhat rough.

Anzhi slowly approached the cave. A damp and slightly cool breeze blew out from inside, making her shiver. Tuanzi followed behind Anzhi and curiously came closer. Its big, round eyes gleamed in the darkness, as if trying to see what was inside the cave.

Anzhi didn't want to talk right now. Not only was she feeling cold, but she was also very angry. She concentrated her mind and slowly circulated her spiritual energy. A soft light gradually appeared on her palm, and the light grew brighter and brighter, like a small flame dancing in her palm.

Anzhi carefully brought the spiritual flame in his palm close to the wick of an oil lamp. The moment the spiritual energy touched the wick, it ignited with a "whoosh," and the orange-red flame leaped up, illuminating a small area around it.

Then, Anzhi lit the other lamps.

“If you demolish the house, we’ll have to live here from now on.” After saying that, Anzhi ignored Tuantuan and started tidying up the items and furnishings in the cave.

According to Lingjizi's account, when he first came to the bamboo forest to cultivate, he had nowhere to stay. With the help of an old bamboo weaver, he eventually settled in a cave on the back mountain. Later, he built a bamboo house halfway up the mountain before moving out of the cave.

Anzhi looked around and felt a strong sense of life.

To quickly raise the temperature inside the cave, Anzhi gathered a pile of dry bamboo and grass and lit it. The temperature inside the cave began to rise slowly. Tuantuan shook off the rainwater from her body at the cave entrance and then obediently lay down by the bamboo bed.

Anzhi sat cross-legged in the cave, fully circulating his spiritual energy to dispel the chill that was seeping into his body. As the spiritual energy continued to circulate within him, the icy feeling was gradually blocked out, and his body slowly warmed up. It was as if the spiritual energy had created a small, warm barrier around him.

After a long while, the rain outside grew heavier and the wind grew stronger, causing the bamboo forest to be blown about.

But inside the cave, it seemed to be a warm little world. After several hours of practicing internal energy and being heated by the fire, Anzhi's clothes dried, and Tuantuan's fur became even fluffier.

That night, Anzhi ignored Tuantuan until the next day...

The bamboo forest, cleansed by a night of rain, exudes a unique freshness and vitality in the early morning.

The sky was clear and blue, as if it had been washed by water, with a few wisps of white clouds like cotton candy floating leisurely. The bamboo, moistened by the rain, had a moist sheen on each stalk, and its original emerald green had become even brighter and richer. The bamboo leaves swayed gently in the breeze.

Tuantuan leaned against the cave entrance, looking outside, chewing a bamboo stick with a "smacking" sound. This sound woke up Shen Anzhi, who was fast asleep. She stretched out her breath and came to the cave entrance as well.

Looking down at the Qingzhu Xiaozhu, which had completely collapsed after a night of wind and rain, and then at Tuantuan, who was looking at him with eyes that seemed to say, "There are always treacherous people trying to harm me," Anzhi sighed deeply.

"Stay here, don't wander off." With that, Anzhi jumped down from the cave entrance and headed towards the collapsed Qingzhu Xiaozhu. A little while later, Anzhi returned carrying large and small bags, containing many things: bamboo water cups, bamboo pillows... basically, all sorts of daily necessities woven from bamboo.

To solve the problem of food and clothing, Anzhi began to cook meals by setting up a pot at the entrance of the cave...

"Look at you, what are we going to do now? How are we going to explain this to Senior Lingjizi when he comes back?" Anzhi complained as he cooked.

Tuan Tuan has grown quite a bit and no longer rubs against An Zhi like she did when she was little. After a moment of silence, she said, "It's not my fault. You're the one who made that immortal imprison me."

Faced with Tuantuan's refusal to admit her mistake, Anzhi said again, "Tuantuan, you're all grown up now. You can't be like you were when you were little. You have to change your temper. You're being too violent."

Tuantuan tossed her head: "Hmph, who told you to make me angry?"

"I'm angry with you?" Anzhi, holding a spoon, really wanted to smash it on the panda's head. "I'm angry with you? Look at how powerful he is, look at Liu Xianren's Qilin, and look at you..."

Tuan Tuan: "I, I, I just don't want to be a mount."

"So what do you want to do? You need to find your core value. What is your core value? Huh? I can't possibly raise you like a pig for the rest of my life, can I?" Anzhi lectured.

Tuantuan rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, don't raise it then."

……

An Zhi suppressed his anger. He had thought he had raised a powerful mount that would be awesome in the future, or at the very least, a soul-level companion. But now it turned out to be something that only annoyed him.

After finishing breakfast, Anzhi was planning to continue down the mountain to clean up the mess, but unexpectedly, it started to drizzle outside, indicating that the bamboo forest had entered the rainy season.

Anzhi sat in the cave, looking at the rainy scene outside. Suddenly, his mood seemed to improve. On such a rainy day, it was perfect to brew a pot of fragrant tea and enjoy this rare moment of tranquility.

So, Anzhi took out an exquisite tea set from his storage ring. The tea set was made of fine purple clay with a warm and lustrous color. The teapot was round and cute, and a few elegant plum blossoms were engraved on its body.

Next, she took out some tea leaves. The tea leaves were Zhuyeqing, which Lingjizi picked in the bamboo forest. It was a kind of spiritual herb with slender leaves, a bright green color with a hint of silver, and a delicate fragrance.

Before long, a pot of fragrant tea was brewed. Anzhi picked up the teapot and poured the enticing tea into the bamboo teacups one by one. The tea rippled in the cups, creating beautiful circles of waves.

……

Tuanzi watched Anzhi brew and taste the tea, and curiously came over. It stuck out its tongue and licked the tea in the cup, but then quickly withdrew its tongue because of the taste.

And so, Anzhi sat in the cave, listening to the rain outside, sipping fragrant tea, and carefully educating Tuantuan...