Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 212 Secrets in the Nest

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared from Longding Mountain when the central army camp was already enveloped in cheers of victory.

Wearing brand-new silver armor, Rimai Yongga personally handed Shen Anzhi a bronze token inlaid with turquoise. This was the "Protector of the Qiang" token, the highest reward of the Qiang tribe. The token was engraved with a soaring black bird and its edges were wrapped with red silk symbolizing military achievements.

"Anzhi, thanks to you this time." Rimai Yongga's voice was full of excitement. The six-legged beast Congcong behind him also gently rubbed against Anzhi's arm, its snow-white fur still stained with the green blood of the demon soldiers: "After the demon soldiers were scattered, the pressure on the north gate of Qiang City was greatly reduced!"

Anzhi took the token, but felt a little disappointed: "It's a pity that the black python still got away."

“Sister Anzhi, it’s already amazing that you were able to drive it away!” Ge Wensong laughed from the side. His sword sheath was still covered with wood chips, obviously he had just finished cleaning up the battlefield. “Didn’t you see that Xuanfeng Yichen was praising you, saying that your Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword technique is something that even the Shu Mountain sword cultivators might not be able to master.”

The surrounding young cultivators also gathered around, praising him enthusiastically. The Shu Mountain disciple, who was on the battlefield for the first time, had a flushed face and his hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly, but he excitedly recounted the scene of An Zhi slaying the demon soldiers: "When Senior Sister Shen swung her sword down, the golden light illuminated the sky. Those demon soldiers were so frightened that they scrambled to their deaths. It was so satisfying!"

Anzhi felt a little embarrassed by the praise and subconsciously touched the demon-slaying sword at her waist; the blade gleamed softly in the sunlight. She turned to Lingjizi and presented the sword like a treasure: "Senior, look, isn't this sword exceptionally powerful?"

Lingjizi took the sword, his fingertips tracing the runes on its blade, then suddenly shook his head: "Girl, this sword's power is still far from fully awakened." He then returned the sword to Anzhi, his gaze carrying a deeper meaning: "The Demon-Slaying Sword needs to be tempered with the blood of demons. Each demon it slays will increase its level by one point. When it reaches its peak..."

Lingjizi hesitated, as if he could see Anzhi wielding the Demon-Slaying Sword to fight against the Heavenly Emperor and the Demon God in the future.

"There are levels?" An Zhi's eyes widened in surprise. She had never heard of the Demon-Slaying Sword having such a secret.

"Exorcising demons is a long and arduous journey." Lingjizi's voice deepened, and the scorch marks on his Taoist robe were particularly noticeable in the setting sun. "This path is arduous. You will not only have to face demons, but also your own inner demons. Today, you were able to repel the black python, but that is just the beginning. The ultimate power of the Demon-Slaying Sword can destroy the heavens and the earth."

Anzhi gripped the sword hilt tightly, suddenly remembering the monk's words during their pilgrimage: "Sins must be repaid with actions." She nodded emphatically: "Don't worry, senior, I won't give up halfway."

Seeing Anzhi's determination, Lingjizi stroked his beard, nodded, and continued, "You are the chosen one to slay demons and eliminate evil. Now that you have the Demon-Refining Gourd and the Demon-Slaying Sword, the other one will naturally appear when the time is right."

“You mean… the Demon Suppression Tower!” Anzhi tried hard to recall. She seemed to remember the old bamboo weaver talking about it in the bamboo forest. She looked at the Demon Slaying Sword in her hand and wondered what would happen if she collected the Demon Slaying Sword, the Demon Refining Gourd, and the Demon Suppression Tower.

"Hehe, it's the Demon-Suppressing Tower." Lingjizi finished speaking and walked towards Duoqi, a scene of battling against heaven and earth and slaying demons already appearing in his mind...

Between heaven and earth, dark demonic energy surged like a tidal wave. The giant claws of the Heavenly Emperor Demon God tore through the clouds, and the evil flames at their fingertips scorched the void. A young female demon slayer, sword in hand, soared through the air, her demon-slaying sword blazing with golden light. She unleashed a "Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword" strike, sending dozens of golden rays crashing to the ground like meteors, barely managing to withstand the demon god's onslaught. She spun and threw out her Demon-Refining Gourd, its mouth erupting with a blue-green vortex that devoured all the evil energy emanating from the demon god. Seeing the demon god's claws lashing out, the female demon slayer bit her tongue, activating her inner energy. The Demon-Suppressing Tower in her sleeve expanded in mid-air, its ancient runes lighting up, transforming into a golden cage that imprisoned half of the demon god… …

As the noise gradually subsided, Anzhi dragged her tired body back to her tent in the camp. The moment she lifted the curtain, she was stunned. Tuantuan was curled up in the corner of the grass, fast asleep, her left paw still clutching a half-eaten barley cake, crumbs stuck to the corner of her mouth. Clearly, she hadn't moved from her spot all day.

"You unfilial son." Anzhi sighed helplessly and went over to squat down next to the grass nest. She gently poked Tuantuan's belly, but the little guy just rolled over and mumbled, "Old monkey brother...starting a business..."

Anzhi's heart suddenly tightened. She sat by the grass nest, patiently waiting for Tuantuan to wake up, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the bamboo collar around its neck. It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that Tuantuan opened its eyes with a yawn. When it saw Anzhi, it instinctively tried to bury its head in the grass, but Anzhi held it down.

"Are you missing your cousin?" Anzhi's voice was very soft: "What exactly did you do on Mount Emei? What kind of business venture could make you refuse to go to the battlefield? Could make you abandon your mother?"

Tuan Tuan's ears drooped, a hint of panic flashed in her dark eyes, but she still stubbornly insisted, "No, I didn't do anything."

"Really?" Anzhi picked up its left paw, the bronze armor still covered in soil from Mount Shu. "Then what happened to your broken front paw? And what exactly is this 'entrepreneurship' you keep talking about?"

After Anzhi's persistent pleading, Tuantuan finally relented. It lowered its head and whispered, "My monkey cousin and I... are planning to kill the old monkey king."

"What!" An Zhi stood up abruptly. When he was in Yading Village, he had only heard about the monkeys of Mount Emei rebelling, and he thought that Tuantuan was just playing along. He never expected that Tuantuan had such great ambitions: "You want to kill the old monkey king?"

"It's so bad!" Tuantuan suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of grievance and anger: "It stands in the Monkey King Cave and does nothing. It just squats in the cave all day without moving. The old monkey said that as long as we kill it, the monkeys of Mount Emei can live a good life. He wants to lead us to do great things. This is our business!"

Anzhi felt a chill run down her spine. She finally understood that the "entrepreneurship" that Monkey Lao Biao talked about was not about venturing into the world, but about overthrowing the order of the monkey troop on Mount Emei, even at the cost of killing. This was not entrepreneurship, but clearly causing a catastrophe!

"Do you know what the consequences will be if we kill the old monkey king?" Anzhi's voice trembled. She recalled the records she had seen in the Shu Mountain classics. The old monkey king was transformed from the spiritual vein of Mount Emei and was the guardian deity of Mount Emei.

Suddenly, Tuantuan said with great confidence, "We will definitely succeed."

Looking at Tuantuan's appearance, Anzhi felt both angry and anxious. She knew that this iron-eating beast was not inherently bad, but had been led astray by Monkey Lao Biao's obsession. But now, it was too late to say anything.

"That damn monkey!" An Zhi clenched his fists angrily.