Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 175 Are We Fated to Have a Short Fate?
Inside the Reception Hall, candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the walls.

Ge Wensong gently patted Anzhi's shoulder and said earnestly, "Sister Anzhi, after hearing so much from you, I think you shouldn't be too angry. Tuantuan is kind by nature, it's just that it's still young."

Ge Wensong paused slightly, looking at Anzhi with sincere eyes: "You have been with Tuantuan for so long and have a deep bond with it. It must be very dependent on you. If you want to teach it well, you need to be patient."

Anzhi didn't speak, but simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Ge Wensong paced a few steps and continued, "Every little creature has its own spirituality and path of growth. We must use appropriate methods to care for and nurture it so that it can grow strong and healthy."

Anzhi listened silently, nodding slightly. The anxiety on her face gradually subsided, and she looked at Ge Wensong with great curiosity. She felt that this handsome young man who called her "sister" had many stories to tell.

"Do you, do the disciples of Huangshan also have the habit of raising mythical beasts?" Anzhi asked curiously.

Ge Wensong was taken aback at first, then nodded excitedly: "I have one too, haha."

"What is it? What is it?" Anzhi stood up excitedly.

Ge Wensong pretended to say, "Sister Anzhi, you'll know once the Qiang-Ge war is over and you come to Huangshan."

As An Zhi listened to Ge Wensong's words of encouragement, he gently patted Ge Wensong's shoulder and looked up at the handsome young man from Huangshan. Ge Wensong's well-defined face appeared even more handsome under the soft light in the hall, and his deep eyes revealed sincerity and concern.

An Zhi had a sudden realization. Her original annoyance and frustration gradually eased under Ge Wensong's comforting and guiding words. Looking at Ge Wensong now, she seemed to feel much better.

"You, you go see it for me, try to comfort it," Anzhi said.

Ge Wensong nodded: "Okay, but you can't lose your temper later, okay?"

"I know, I know, I know." Anzhi pushed Wensong out of the main hall.

Watching Ge Wensong walk out of the main hall, Anzhi

Anzhi stood quietly in place, her gaze following Ge Wensong's departing figure. Involuntarily, she began to imagine that Tuantuan had been coaxed back to her side, and she was thinking about how she would apologize to this unfilial son. A smile would occasionally appear on her face.

In my childhood,

Ge Wensong returned, holding a bowl of cold food in his right hand and the bamboo ring around Tuantuan's neck in his left.

"Sister Anzhi, she's gone. I've searched all around the main hall, but she's not here." Ge Wensong said, puzzled.

Anzhi's gaze suddenly fell on Ge Wensong's left hand, on the bamboo woven ring around Tuantuan's neck. Anzhi had personally woven it for Tuantuan in the bamboo forest; it was a keepsake from her mother. Her heart clenched, and a bad premonition instantly surged into her heart.

She hurriedly took the bamboo ring, then looked at the now-cold food. Anzhi's eyes were filled with panic and anxiety. She ran out of the main hall, looking around and shouting, "Tuantuan, Tuantuan, where are you? Tuantuan, come back!" Her voice echoed in the empty space, but she received no response.

Anzhi's steps frantically spun around in place; this guy must have run away from home.

Ge Wensong sensed something was wrong from Anzhi's behavior and the two immediately began searching around the Reception Hall. Night fell, like a giant black curtain shrouding the Reception Hall of Mount Emei. Anzhi and Ge Wensong were extremely anxious and dared not delay for a moment, immediately launching a search around the Reception Hall.

Anzhi stared wide-eyed, scrutinizing every nook and cranny. She bent down to examine everything carefully, from the grass to the cracks in the rocks, calling out repeatedly, "Tuantuan, come out quickly, stop fooling around."

Her voice, filled with anxiety and choked with sobs, carried far into the quiet night. Her hair was disheveled by the night wind, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Ge Wensong was not idle either; he quickly gathered disciples from the Reception Hall to search together.

And so, they searched back and forth around the Hall of Reception all night long. The night grew deeper and deeper, and a chill gradually crept in, but they showed no sign of stopping, their hearts filled only with worry for Tuantuan's safety.

"Wen Song, it seems that my fate with Tuan Tuan can only be this short." An Zhi's eyes were filled with tears. Countless times, cultivators from all walks of life had told An Zhi to give up on Tuan Tuan, saying that this guy was difficult to tame, but she had never done so.

Ge Wensong was also very anxious: "I and the disciples of the Reception Hall have searched the entire area, but we haven't found it. Could it be..."

“It must have been tricked away by the monkeys on Mount Emei.” Anzhi’s eyes suddenly filled with determination and certainty, as the image of driving away the monkeys still lingered in his mind.

"Monkeys?" Ge Wensong was completely baffled: "There must be at least several million monkeys on Mount Emei, right? What monkeys? I searched all over and didn't see a single one."

Anzhi swallowed hard and began to recount the scene of her first encounter with Tuantuan and the monkey: "It, it recognized that monkey as its cousin, and that monkey even said in front of Tuantuan that I was not its mommy. I, I, how could I have been so careless? I, I should have coaxed Tuantuan back."

Looking back now, I realize how slow I've come to understand...

Before we knew it, it was already the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), and the sun was rising above the horizon from the other side of Mount Emei.

Just then, an Emei disciple slowly walked over. She had bright eyes, a delicate face, and a gentle temperament, giving people a refreshing and heroic feeling. The Emei dagger on her back added to her heroic spirit and competence, making people feel that she was extraordinary in martial arts.

"Emei disciple Zi Lingxuan greets the two young heroes." Zi Lingxuan greeted them very politely.

Anzhi and Ge Wensong returned the greeting in the same way. Anzhi stepped forward anxiously and said, "Lingxuan, my divine beast got lost in the Hall of Guidance last night. I suspect that monkey took her away."

"A monkey?" Zi Lingxuan seemed a little embarrassed: "There are thousands of monkeys on Mount Emei, which one?"

Which one? Anzhi and Ge Wensong looked at each other in bewilderment. If they knew which one it was, they wouldn't need to ask. Obviously, Zi Lingxuan didn't understand what had happened and would definitely ask such a question.

After Anzhi patiently explained the whole story, Zilingxuan said that Anzhi could try raising the Iron-Eating Beast, but due to her reputation, Zilingxuan immediately arranged for more people to expand the search area.

"Don't worry, humans and animals are two different species, but they can have feelings too."

"Oh dear, I really, it's just too stubborn. I was trying to teach it a lesson."

"Hahaha, everyone in Sichuan and Chongqing knows the temperament of the Iron-Eating Beast..."