Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 201 Demon-Slaying Sword

The wind atop the sacred mountain, carrying shattered ice crystals, stung my face like a knife.

Shen Anzhi gritted his teeth and lifted Ge Wensong's arm up a little higher. Ge Wensong was already unconscious, and dark purple blood was still seeping from the blood hole on his back. It was the poison left by the God-Slaying Blood Demon, spreading along the muscle fibers towards his heart.

With each step Anzhi took, the gravel beneath his feet made a crisp sound, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Hang in there a little longer... Wen Song... we'll be there soon..." Shen Anzhi murmured to himself, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

The summit of the sacred mountain was not the pointed peak one might have imagined, but rather a flat stone platform covered with densely packed Sanskrit characters. These characters seemed alive, flowing slowly in the golden light, forming complex arrays, identical to the "array sealing" described in the background of the Demon-Slaying Sword.

A giant sword hovered silently atop the mountain. Its blade was as black as night, yet silver light flowed through its texture. The hilt and scabbard were surrounded by energy nodes shaped like the Bagua (Eight Trigrams).

The most amazing thing is the runes on the sword, which shimmer with the same light as the demon-refining gourd at An Zhi's waist. Some of the runes are like snakes, which are obviously "spirit-locking patterns" that bind evil power; others are circular and flowing, which are "returning-to-origin seals" that restrict the leakage of power.

The moment Anzhi stepped onto the stone platform, the Demon Refining Gourd suddenly trembled violently, and a beam of green light shot out from its mouth, which resonated with the runes on the Demon Slaying Sword, emitting a "humming" sound.

“Sister Anzhi…” Ge Wensong suddenly murmured, his body suddenly sinking, almost slipping off Anzhi’s back.

An Zhi hurriedly reached out to help, only to find that his feet had left the ground and he was slowly drifting towards the Demon-Slaying Sword. Meanwhile, Ge Wensong's body was sinking, about to plunge into the abyss at the edge of the stone platform.

"Wen Song!" An Zhi broke out in a cold sweat, grabbing Ge Wen Song's collar tightly with one hand. Her body swayed in the air, the sharp pain in her left wrist making her vision blur, but looking at the runes flowing on the Demon-Slaying Sword, she suddenly understood something. This was the sword's test, and also the seal's selection.

The Sanskrit text says, "The seal restricts the use of the sword, and only those who meet certain conditions can approach it," so it seems that she is the chosen one.

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to pull Ge Wensong behind a protruding rock, then used her spiritual power to create a protective shield around him.

"Wait for me..." she whispered, then turned around and let the invisible force pull her toward the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The closer she got to the sword, the faster the surrounding Sanskrit swirled, and the brighter the light of the Bagua formation grew. Just as Anzhi reached out, her fingertips about to touch the hilt, a sudden change occurred. The runes on the sword suddenly burst forth with a blinding red light, and a violent force surged into her body through her fingertips, instantly rushing towards her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ugh—" Anzhi let out a painful roar as she realized her arm was rising uncontrollably, the blade pointing straight at her throat. The power carried the resentment of ancient demons, the "sealed evil forces" recorded in Sanskrit, roaring and clashing in her mind, trying to force her to commit suicide.

"No... I can't die..." Anzhi bit her tongue hard, the taste of blood keeping her sliver of consciousness. She stared at the blade so close to her, at the runes flashing on it, and cried out in anguish, "Ah... you wretched creature, I, Shen Anzhi, am your master..."

The sound was so loud it shook the summit of the sacred mountain. The Demon-Refining Gourd at her waist instantly emitted light and Sanskrit characters, which quickly merged with the light and Sanskrit characters of the Demon-Slaying Sword. The power controlling Anzhi completely disappeared, and the sword hilt gently rested in her palm.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, yet carried a warm spiritual energy that flowed down her arm and throughout her body, instantly easing the fracture in her wrist and the wound in her chest.

Anzhi looked down at the sword in his hand. The pitch-black blade had turned completely golden, and the Sanskrit characters on it seemed to move as if they were alive, radiating a reassuring aura.

"Success..." she murmured to herself. Before she could even feel the power of the sword, she heard Ge Wensong's painful roar behind her.

An Zhi whirled around. The golden light of the sun had faded, and the black mist surrounding the Godslayer had transformed into countless chains, tightly binding Ge Wensong's body. Ge Wensong's eyes had turned pure black, and a sinister smile played on his lips as he walked step by step into the abyss. "Wensong!" An Zhi roared, gripping the Demon-Slaying Sword and charging forward. The Sanskrit texts said that the Demon-Slaying Sword "could sense the aura of demons and evil spirits," and now the sword trembled violently in her hand, as if roaring in fury.

"Little girl, so what if you get the sword?" Godslayer sneered, manipulating Ge Wensong, who was controlled by the Blood Demon, to draw the sword from his waist and stab at An Zhi: "His soul has already been devoured by me, do you dare to make a move?"

Looking into Ge Wensong's empty eyes, Anzhi felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it were being squeezed. It was a familiar scene; back then, General Black Python had used corrosive energy to try to control Kui Ran, but in the end, Kui Ran took her own life.

This time, Anzhi did not back down. She gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, its tip pointing directly at Ge Wensong's brow: "I believe in Wensong!" She suddenly channeled spiritual power into the sword, and the runes on the blade lit up again. A golden sword aura shot towards Ge Wensong—but just before it touched his body, it transformed into a soft light shield, enveloping him within it.

"Ah—" Ge Wensong let out a painful roar, and countless blackish-purple mists emerged from his body, which were the blood demons forced out by the sword energy.

The Godslayer was shocked and furious that the Demon-Slaying Sword possessed purifying power: "Impossible!"

Anzhi gave her no chance to react, leaping into the air and drawing a golden arc with his Demon-Slaying Sword, aiming straight for Godslayer. Even before the blade arrived, a powerful pressure forced Godslayer to retreat, and the chains formed by the black mist shattered inch by inch in the golden light.

"This is impossible... How could you possibly have complete control over the Demon-Slaying Sword!" Godslayer screamed in disbelief as his body began to melt away in the golden light.

An Zhi ignored him and focused on manipulating the light shield to force out the last trace of blood demon from Ge Wensong's body.

As the last wisp of black mist dissipated, Ge Wensong collapsed to the ground with a thud. His eyes regained their clarity, but his face remained pale.

"Sister Anzhi..." he said weakly, his voice filled with lingering fear.

“I’m here.” Anzhi supported him, a huge weight lifted from her heart. “Wensong, you can’t die. All this time, I, I, I…” Anzhi swallowed her words, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

Just then, the entire sacred mountain suddenly began to shake violently.

The golden light atop the sacred mountain quickly faded, and the surrounding Sanskrit inscriptions began to fade and disappear, the protection of the sunlit golden mountain completely vanished.

A deafening roar of glacier collapse echoed from afar. A wisp of black smoke remained where the god-slayer had melted, indicating that the glacier had not been completely destroyed, but had only temporarily receded.

“We have to go.” Anzhi helped Ge Wensong up, his gaze sweeping over the snow lion’s corpse at the edge of the stone platform.

The snow lion's snow-white mane was now stained red with blood, but its amber eyes remained wide open, as if guarding something. Anzhi and Ge Wensong worked together to bury the snow lion's body in the snow beneath the stone platform. There was no tombstone, only a wooden plaque with a simple cross carved on it.

"Thank you, Snow Lion," Anzhi said softly, then turned around and gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly in his hand.

The flowing light from the sword intertwined with her spiritual power, radiating a reassuring strength.

“Let’s go, Wensong.” Her voice was calm but firm: “We should go to Qiang City.”

Ge Wensong nodded, put his arm around Anzhi's shoulder, and the two walked down the sacred mountain step by step.