Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 208 Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet
As soon as the curtain of the central command tent fell, the candlelight inside flickered, casting the shadows of Lingjizi, Tongda, and the others onto the tent, creating a somber silhouette.

The wind outside the tent carried a restless air, whipping up sand and gravel that pelted the armor with a crackling sound.

Tuan Tuan was squatting on the stone mill in front of the tent, while the six-legged beast Cong Cong stood not far away, its snow-white fur gleaming in the sunlight. Its six legs were pacing restlessly on the ground, and it would occasionally cast wary glances at Tuan Tuan.

"What are you looking at?" Tuan Tuan suddenly spoke, her voice still hoarse, but carrying an undeniable arrogance: "If you keep looking, I'll roast your six legs and eat them."

The six-legged beast was astonished, staring blankly at the black and white iron-eating beast in front of it, wondering: Where did you get the courage, little brat? It really wanted to tell the iron-eating beast that its mother was the one whose heart and lungs it had taken from her.

But after thinking about it, Cong Cong held back and continued to look up at the curtains of the central command tent...

Suddenly, a composed figure walked out from the east side of the camp.

"Duoqi." Tuantuan was both surprised and delighted. This was the snow beast that had accompanied her in the bamboo forest for three years.

The red rope around Duoqi's neck was tied neatly, and his paws were still covered in the juice of herbs, clearly indicating that he had just finished treating the wounded soldiers for the military doctor.

"Duoqi!" Tuantuan's eyes lit up, and she jumped down from the stone mill in an instant. Her previous hostility towards Congcong vanished, replaced by the excitement of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land".

Duoqi stopped and looked at Tuantuan's muddy body and the gleaming bronze armor on its left paw. A hint of surprise flashed in its dark eyes. Then it nuzzled its shoulder with its head as a greeting.

"You little rascal, still pretending to be innocent." Tuan Tuan grinned, revealing sharp fangs, and suddenly pounced to hug Duo Qi's neck. The two divine beasts instantly wrestled together, rolling and crashing into the nearby tent.

"Bang!" The wooden pole supporting the tent snapped, tearing a large hole in the canvas and revealing the weapons piled inside. The soldiers guarding the tent were so frightened that they quickly retreated, only to see Tuantuan riding on Duoqi's back.

Duoqi was not to be outdone. It suddenly flipped over and pinned Tuantuan down, pressing its head down with its paws and making "woo-woo" laughter in its throat. That was how they used to play in the bamboo forest when they were young, but now the force was several times greater, and the stone slabs on the ground were crushed.

"Stop fooling around!" Tuantuan suddenly broke free, stood up, and patted her chest with her uninjured right paw: "I have some big news to tell you, I've started a business with Brother Monkey!"

Tuan Tuan recounted the battle at Mount Emei with great enthusiasm, describing how he smashed the old monkey king's throne with his claws, how he pried out the fragments of the "Shushan Alliance" from under the bronze token, and how he lived a life of luxury in the forests of Mount Emei. When he got excited, he even did a somersault on the spot: "I beat the old monkey king so badly that he cried for his parents and was too afraid to come out of his cave in the end."

Duo Qi listened quietly, his dark eyes showing no envy, only a composure beyond his years.

"I heard that you were fighting with pigs for food in the pigsty in Yading Village?" Duoqi said abruptly.

"Ah..." Tuantuan was stunned, dropping the bronze fragment in her hand to the ground. She was so embarrassed. But quickly, Tuantuan changed the subject from her shock: "Do you know? Old Monkey said that we iron-eating beasts shouldn't be kept as pets by humans, let alone help cultivators fight. The panda family... will never become slaves of the human race!"

"Nonsense!" Duoqi suddenly spoke, his voice much louder than Tuantuan's: "Didn't you see the corpses in Qiang City? Didn't you smell the blood all over the place?" "So what?" Tuantuan retorted, his bronze armor glowing red with anger: "Why should we risk our lives for the sake of humanity?"

"Because we live here." Duoqi's voice suddenly rose, and he slammed his claws heavily on the ground, sending pebbles flying. "The bamboo forest, Mount Emei, the sacred mountain... these places are also our home!"

"I..." Tuantuan was taken aback by the question, but still stubbornly insisted, "Anyway, I won't help those cultivators!"

"Stubborn to the end!" Duoqi roared in anger, slashing at Tuantuan with its claws. Tuantuan, prepared, dodged to the side and retaliated by striking Duoqi's ribs with its bronze armor. The two iron-eating beasts instantly became serious, their fangs clashing and claws flashing. What had started as playful rolling had turned into a fierce battle.

"Boom!" Another tent was smashed to pieces, its canvas tangled around Duoqi's corner, while Tuantuan, clinging to a broken wooden pole, slammed it hard into Duoqi's back. The wounded soldiers in the camp cried out in alarm, but no one dared to step forward to break up the fight.

"Are you all insane?" A clear female voice pierced the chaos as Shen Anzhi stormed out of the council tent, wielding her demon-slaying sword, its blade gleaming golden in the sunlight. Looking at the mess on the ground and the two divine beasts locked in a fierce battle, she trembled with rage: "Stop it, all of you!"

Tuantuan and Duoqi were both stunned and turned to look at her. Tuantuan was so stubborn that she completely ignored Anzhi and turned around and went into the tent with her head down.

The same scene, three years later, the Snowfield Divine Beast and the Iron-Eating Beast have gone from frolicking in the bamboo forest to the front line of Qiang City, but Duoqi is much more obedient. Looking at Tuantuan, Anzhi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed...

"Get ready!" Zi Lingxuan's voice was clear, yet carried an undeniable urgency: "Scouts report that a large number of demon soldiers are converging on Dragon Cauldron Mountain. We must send reinforcements immediately!"

Her gaze swept over the soldiers waiting outside the tent, finally landing on Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong, a complex look flashing in her eyes: "The leader is a giant black python, extremely fast, and has already broken through the first two lines of defense of Longding Mountain."

"A black python?" Shen Anzhi's heart sank, and her grip on the Demon-Slaying Sword tightened abruptly. The runes on the sword glowed faintly due to her emotional fluctuations: "Is it General Black Python? A tenth-tier demon emperor?"

Zi Lingxuan nodded, twirling the Emei Dagger in her hand, its sharpness reflecting her solemn expression: "It is it. It is said that the demon soldiers have come out in full force this time, just to have it tear open the barrier of Dragon Cauldron Mountain."

"Heh." An Zhi chuckled softly, but her voice held no warmth, only an icy chill. She thought of her fellow disciples slaughtered at Sanqing Mountain, of Kui Ran lying in a pool of blood, of her beloved Uncle Fan, and of Liu Yulin, Kang Qing…

“Sister Anzhi.” Ge Wensong noticed the change in her aura and gently touched her arm, his fingertips brushing against her cold skin. “Don’t be impulsive. Senior Lingjizi has his own plans.”

“I wasn’t impulsive.” Anzhi turned her head, her eyes filled with a deep, still emotion. Only the white knuckles gripping the sword hilt betrayed the turmoil in her heart. “I was just thinking about which move to use to strike its weak point.”

Seeing Anzhi's confidence, Ge Wensong also breathed a sigh of relief.

And so everyone listened attentively to Lingjizi's instructions outside the tent.