Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 203 Poor traitor
The crimson clouds in the direction of Qiang City pressed down even lower. Old Monkey squatted on an old cypress tree outside the farmhouse wall, his paws gripping a dead branch, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Looking at the black and white figure in the pigsty, it suddenly recalled the scene a few days ago when it led everyone on the 86th entrepreneurial venture in Mount Emei. It failed, and failed miserably.

It turns out that after Monkey Brother's business failed, his entrepreneurial team was also scattered by the Old Monkey King. Pig Sister was unconscious for several days due to the Old Monkey King's poisonous fog and disappeared without a trace. Silver Pheasant Brother dragged his broken wing and fled back to Mount Shu. Spider Sister's spider web was burned to ashes and she also went back to her cave to recuperate. Toad Uncle's venom sac was also torn apart by the Monkey King's sharp claws and he was half dead.

Only this silly iron-eating beast, despite having a broken front paw, still limped back into the deep mountains after being tricked by Old Monkey and offered a big pancake.

The injuries to Tuan Tuan, the iron-eating beast, exceeded Monkey Lao Biao's expectations. Despite having a Vajra Armor, Tuan Tuan's front paws continued to suffer without treatment as time went on, and instead became increasingly severe.

Faced with this iron-eating beast that was so loyal to him, Monkey Lao Biao softened his heart and decided to let Tuan Tuan go. But Tuan Tuan was too naive and wanted to start a business with Monkey Lao Biao, showing no intention of leaving at all.

In desperation, Monkey Lao Biao had no choice but to use his silver tongue to coax Tuan Tuan to this Yading Village. After waiting for several days without seeing any trace of Shen Anzhi, Tuan Tuan was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his back. Finally, Monkey Lao Biao took the initiative to find Shen Anzhi and lured Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong to this farmhouse.

At this moment, Monkey Laobiao stood on a tall tree trunk on the hillside, looking at the farmhouses in the distance. In the distance, Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong were comforting the villagers, while Tuantuan was so hungry that he was fighting with the pigs for food in the trough.

"Fatty," Monkey Brother muttered to himself, "Thank you. You should stick with your immortal-cultivating mom."

After saying that, Old Monkey quickly jumped onto a big tree and disappeared into the forest...

Looking at the scene in the pigsty, Shen Anzhi felt both amused and heartbroken.

Tuantuan was pulling the biggest piece of bran cake to its front, letting out a threatening growl, which frightened the piglets into cowering in the corner.

"Tuantuan," Shen Anzhi called out in a doting voice.

Tuan Tuan immediately stopped all movement, its bristling mane collapsing instantly like a punctured balloon. It whirled around, its dark eyes first flashing with terror, then filled with a fierce aura.

Tuan Tuan grinned, revealing sharp fangs, and gave An Zhi a warning "woof woof".

"You dare to yell at me?" Anzhi trembled with anger, pointing at its nose: "Look at the state you are in now. You've been following the monkey and now you're even fighting with pigs for food."

Faced with the sudden appearance of Anzhi, Tuantuan did not show much excitement. Instead, Tuantuan's mind was still filled with the words of Monkey Laobiao: "You are an iron-eating beast, how can you recognize a human as your mother? The human race just wants to use you. You must shoulder the mission of the panda family..."

Faced with Tuan Tuan's indifference, Shen Anzhi looked at Ge Wensong beside him, completely baffled.

"Sister Anzhi!" Ge Wensong quickly grabbed her: "Don't get agitated, it's probably just frightened."

"Okay." Anzhi nodded, got up, and led Tuantuan out of the pigpen.

The wooden door of the inn creaked in the wind, and Shen Anzhi held Tuantuan's broken claws, his fingertips trembling violently.

Just moments ago in the pigsty, she had managed to maintain her composure, but now, looking at the medicine spread out on the inn's table, tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. Tuan Tuan's left front paw was swollen like a purple eggplant, and black blood had congealed where the broken bone had pierced the flesh—clearly marks of being repeatedly crushed by a blunt object. "How could it be injured like this..." Shen Anzhi's nails dug into her palm.

Upon hearing this, Ge Wensong paused, "Looking at this wound, it looks like it was torn apart by a wild animal."

Shen Anzhi looked at Tuantuan, who looked displeased, and asked, "Tuantuan, tell Mommy, who hurt this?"

Tuantuan was still being stubborn, resenting that Anzhi and Ge Wensong hadn't looked for her when they left Mount Emei, and even more resenting that Anzhi always wanted to use her as a mount, so she didn't give Anzhi a direct answer.

Seeing this, Ge Wensong tugged at Anzhi and said, "Sister Anzhi, stop talking, this guy is still holding a grudge."

Helpless, An Zhi could only sigh and mutter, "You unfilial son!"

A moment later, Ge Wensong brought over a basin of hot water, looked at the medicine on the table, and shook his head: "Sister Anzhi, when I was fetching water just now, I heard that Qiang City has been besieged by the Blood Demons, seven of the defending generals have died in battle, and even the reinforcements from Mount Emei are trapped in Longding Mountain..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Anzhi's hand trembled violently. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his storage ring and poured all the wound medicines inside onto the table. The bone-healing ointment given by Zi Lingxuan, the wound medicine from Monk Tongda, the amulet from Xuanfeng Yichen... bottles and jars piled up like a small mountain, but none of them could put the twisted claw bones back in place.

"And this!" Ge Wensong suddenly slammed his hand on the table: "The snow lotus from the sacred mountain!"

An Zhi suddenly realized what was happening and quickly took out the crystal-clear snow lotus from his ring. It was brought down from the sacred mountain and had the power to bring the dead back to life. The ice crystals on the petals had not yet melted and shone with a holy light under the candlelight. He had originally intended to keep it to save the people of Qiang City, but now it had become Tuan Tuan's only hope.

Shen Anzhi trembled as he stuffed the snow lotus into the demon-refining gourd, his fingertips tracing the runes on the gourd.

"Demon Refining Gourd, I beg you..." Anzhi closed his eyes, and spiritual power flowed into the gourd through his blood vessels. The runes that had refined countless filthy energies suddenly lit up, enveloping the snow lotus within.

White mist spewed from the gourd's mouth, carrying the scent of pine resin from Mount Sanqing. When the mist dissipated, a translucent white pill lay at the bottom of the gourd, its surface adorned with bronze patterns reminiscent of the Vajra Armor.

"Damn it, eat it now." Anzhi stuffed the pill into Tuantuan's mouth with a mixture of anger and indulgence.

The pill melted instantly in his mouth, turning into a warm current that flowed down his throat. Suddenly, Tuan Tuan let out a cry of pain, and black blood seeped from the broken bone in his left forepaw, revealing new bone wriggling underneath.

"Aww..." Tuantuan convulsed in pain, but she held on tightly to Anzhi's sleeve and refused to let go.

Half an hour later, when the golden light dissipated, Anzhi carefully lifted its paw. The broken bone had returned to its original position, and the newly grown bone stubs were covered with a thin layer of bronze armor.

"It's alright...it's really alright..." Anzhi hugged Tuantuan's neck, tears wetting its fur: "You're not allowed to mess around with that naughty monkey anymore, and you're not allowed to get yourself like this again..."

Having fully recovered, Tuantuan glanced at Anzhi sideways before slowly lying down by the bedside.

“Sigh…” Ge Wensong sighed helplessly, thinking about how rebellious the Iron-Eating Beast was and how it held a grudge: “Sister Anzhi, don’t think too much about it, it’s good that we found it.”