Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 2: Dreams are too big to fit into one pot.
As the sun sets, Mount Sanqing is bathed in golden twilight, the sky turns azure, clear, and deep, and cranes circle above Yujing Peak...

Shen Anzhi stood on the pavilion of the Sanqing Blessed Land, gazing thoughtfully into the distance.

Sanqing Mountain, also known as Shaohua Mountain or Ya Mountain, gets its name from the fact that its three peaks, Yujing, Yuxu, and Yuhua, resemble the three Taoist deities Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqing sitting atop the mountain. Many people come to Sanqing Mountain to cultivate themselves, and Shen Anzhi is one of them.

Shen Anzhi is twenty years old. Last year, she came to the Sanqing Palace as a nominal disciple and became a one-coin spirit master. One coin, of course, means the lowest level of apprentice. Not only is her level low, but she also has a dream of becoming a ten-coin demon slayer.

Demon hunters are divided into four levels: one to four coins are Spirit Masters, who have basic demon-catching skills; five to seven coins are Demon Hunters, who have certain demon-catching skills and magical artifacts; eight and nine coins are Demon Exorcists, who have various demon-exorcising skills and are very famous in the demon-catching world; and ten coins are Demon Slayers, who have supreme skills and honor.

Meng Hong, the first sect master of Sanqing Palace and the ten-coin demon slayer, was Shen Anzhi's role model. He went into the mountains alone to cultivate, overcame countless difficulties, eliminated five demons and slew eight monsters, and then founded the Sanqing Sect. In his prime, he fought against the tenth-level demon king Black Python General for thirty days with his own strength, and finally sealed him in the Wind and Thunder Tower, restoring a clear sky to the world. He was forever remembered by later generations.

Although the dream of becoming a demon slayer with ten coins is grand, it's not enough to be cooked in one pot. Just a few days ago, in the sect's demon-catching competition, Shen Anzhi failed to capture a single demon in the training ground behind the mountain and was eventually assigned to the blessed land of Sanqing Mountain—Sanqing Blessed Land.

"Anzhi, quick, bring the 'Demon Subduing Record' from the attic." The call of Elder Fan Jin from the Sanqing Blessed Land came from afar.

An Zhi frowned, turned around, and walked expressionlessly to the scripture shelf. After searching for a while, a yellowed book appeared in front of her. She presented the book with some disappointment and asked, "Uncle-Master, does this mean I can only do odd jobs here from now on?"

Fan Jin is a demon hunter of Sanqing Mountain with seven coins. Because he is over eighty years old, he is in charge of the Sanqing Blessed Land. Looking at the little girl in front of him who looks like she has made a mistake, Fan Jin doesn't know whether he should tell her that she will become the spirit master of the Sutra Pavilion permanently.

"Hehe, Sanqing Blessed Land, a blessed land. Not just anyone can come here to cultivate. Work hard, and you'll have your day." Fan Jin took the "Demon Subduing Record" from An Zhi's hand and started flipping through it while saying this, but his eyes were constantly watching An Zhi's feelings and reactions.

Shen Anzhi was depressed. Having grown up listening to the stories of Meng Hong, the demon slayer of Sanqing Mountain who could slay demons with ten coins, she was unwilling to spend her life in this nursing home. But what could she do now?

She knew this was just empty promises from Elder Fan—talk about working hard and having a chance to succeed. She could only chuckle at it.

Fan Jin, carrying his aged body, leaned on a cane with his right hand and carried a book of scriptures with his left hand as he walked out of the house.

Watching the elder's departing figure, Anzhi seemed to see her future. She sat on the steps, feeling very lost, and fell into deep thought with her hands supporting her chin...

"Our junior sister should be cleaning right now."

A sharp female voice came from outside. Anzhi recognized it as her senior sister Luo Ling. Her dejected mood instantly doubled, and she frowned, wanting nothing more than to kill this woman who was always causing her trouble.

Luo Ling, dressed in a plain white robe and holding a long whip, looked An Zhi up and down with disdain before asking, "Where is Elder Fan?"

"They've gone out." Anzhi remained seated on the steps, not wanting to say another word.

Luo Ling is a five-coin demon hunter who arrived at Sanqing Mountain four years earlier than An Zhi. She is petty and narrow-minded. As soon as An Zhi arrived at the mountain, he was treated as a love rival by Luo Ling because he talked a few more words with his senior brother Ke Dasheng, and was targeted by her at every turn.

Seeing that An Zhili was too lazy to pay attention to her, Luo Ling, feeling that her self-esteem had been hurt, continued to vent: "Junior sister, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you've been on the mountain for a year and you still can't even deal with a second-tier demon spirit. In a martial arts competition, you didn't even get a single demon spirit seal. How are you going to be a demon hunter in the future? I want to speak up for you, but I don't know what to say."

Anzhi rolled her eyes, but still didn't say anything. She just quietly got up, picked up the broom next to her, and casually swept the floor.

This scene seemed to please Luo Ling somewhat. He swished his long whip around a few times and said, "But it's good now. Sanqing Blessed Land is basically a retirement home for the disciples of Sanqing Mountain. Besides the elderly disciples cultivating here, it also provides some work for some of the eliminated disciples with weak foundations, such as sweeping the floor and organizing the scriptures..." "Can you please shut your mouth!" An Zhi couldn't help but grumble at Luo Ling's incessant chatter.

Seeing that An Zhi was angry but couldn't do anything to her, Luo Ling felt extremely satisfied and comfortable, so she continued: "Oh, right, you can try to find Senior Brother Ke, but it seems that he no longer likes you. He wouldn't ruin his own future just to help a janitor, would he? But if I talk to him, he might be able to help you."

Anzhi's hands were sweating as she gripped the broom. She really wanted to kill the woman in front of her. When she first came up the mountain, it was her senior brother Ke Dasheng who took the initiative to approach her. Who knew that Ke Dasheng and Luo Ling were a couple? When Anzhi learned the truth, she immediately broke up with Ke Dasheng. But Luo Ling actually remembered this, and things got out of control.

“My relationship with Senior Brother Ke isn’t as sordid as you think,” An Zhi had explained to Luo Ling countless times.

Seeing An Zhi's helpless expression, Luo Ling laughed loudly, "Hahaha, I, I didn't say anything about the two of you. Why are you so busy explaining? I don't believe that Senior Brother Ke would fall for a sweeper in a main hall."

"What exactly do you want to do!" Anzhi couldn't stand it anymore and swung the broom at Luo Ling.

Seeing this, Luo Ling dodged An Zhi's broom with a side somersault and then swung her long whip. With a "crack," An Zhi fell to the ground, covering her cheek with her right hand, feeling a burning pain.

He moved his hand away, and the whip mark, with its red streaks of blood, appeared on Anzhi's right cheek like a brand.

At the same time, Luo Ling also felt pain in her leg. She looked down and saw that her injury was even more serious than An Zhi's. She had been pricked by the bare thorns at the end of the broom, and blood was flowing freely. It was clear that the brooms in this Sanqing Blessed Land were extraordinary.

"Shen Anzhi, what weapon are you using?" Luo Ling asked angrily, preparing to swing her whip again.

"Hahaha, I used a broom, specifically for sweeping up trash." An Zhi said as she stood up, covering her injured cheek. Actually, she didn't know how the broom had hurt Luo Ling, since Luo Ling had clearly dodged it.

These words enraged Luo Ling. She had come looking for trouble, but had been outmaneuvered. She was determined to vent her anger, but when she saw the leopard cat peeking in at the door, her anger instantly dissipated.

"Baby, come here and help Mommy heal!" Luo Ling called out towards the door.

The leopard cat nimbly ran towards Luo Ling and then licked the wound on her leg. Soon, the wound healed.

Seeing this, Anzhi could no longer hold back, and her eyes reddened.

The leopard cat, a spirit demon, was personally subdued and trained by An Zhi on Penglai Peak after he ascended the mountain. Its "Heavenly Dew" can heal any minor wound. It accompanied An Zhi for a whole year. Although it was a small animal, An Zhi had come to regard it as family.

"Sigh, this leopard cat looked down on its original owner as trash, so it came to me to train it. It can be considered that it abandoned the darkness and came to the light. I have a soft heart, so I took in this poor little thing." Luo Ling finished speaking in a pretentious manner, and called the leopard cat into her hand, stroking it back and forth.

"Kitty~~~~" Watching the leopard cat snuggle in Luo Ling's arms, An Zhi couldn't help but reach out and call out. Her mind was filled with beautiful memories of her and the leopard cat relying on each other for survival: helping An Zhi heal her wounds, keeping each other company in the dark night, helping An Zhi search for the demon spirit, and taking the initiative to ask An Zhi for a hug when she was hurt... There were so many memories, and two lines of hot tears couldn't help but flow down her cheeks.

Seeing this, Luo Ling smiled with satisfaction and said, "Oh well, I won't hold it against you." After saying that, Luo Ling kissed the leopard cat and said, "Baby was right to leave her, otherwise he would be sweeping the streets with her, hahaha, hahaha."

An Zhi glared angrily at Luo Ling as she left, secretly vowing that he would repay the humiliation he had suffered a thousandfold...

(End of this chapter)