Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Is Chapter 216 true?
Shen Anzhi lay on Qingluan's back, the cold wind stinging her cheeks.

Along the way, Shen Anzhi rode on various azure phoenixes and white deer that came to the aid of the cultivators in Qiang City, and even briefly rode a gentle black tortoise. Each time she changed mounts, she had to endure the cold wind and dust in the bumpy ride. When the outline of the Qiang City camp finally came into view, she almost staggered as she jumped off the azure phoenix's back, her legs already numb from maintaining the same posture for so long.

The camp was a hive of activity. Soldiers carried weapons and moved about, while medics busied themselves bandaging wounded soldiers. The air was thick with the mingled scents of herbs and blood. As Anzhi entered the camp, she saw Lingjizi conversing with several generals clad in hemp armor. They wore bronze badges characteristic of the Ba people's tribe at their waists, and their expressions were grave. A soldier nearby quietly told her that Lingjizi was actually the deputy commander of the Qiang-Ge war against the Ba-Shu allied forces. He had been secretly coordinating the various forces these past few days, but had never made it public before.

The snow-capped mythical beast Duoqi stood proudly at the entrance, its snow-white fur gleaming in the sunlight, a bronze ring swaying gently around its neck. Seeing Anzhi return, it merely glanced at him indifferently before continuing to vigilantly watch the direction outside the camp, as if on high alert, awaiting Lingjizi's next command.

"Why is there such a big difference?" Anzhi muttered.

Three years ago, before the morning mist had dissipated in the bamboo forest, Tuantuan, who looked like a cub, was gnawing on bamboo shoots, its face covered in crumbs, when Duoqi ran over through the dew and tried to pull its tail with its still-growing milk teeth.

Tuantuan was so angry that she howled and threw the bamboo shoot to the ground. She pounced on Duoqi and rolled around in a ball, with tender green bamboo leaves falling all over her.

Sometimes Duoqi would take Tuantuan to catch fish in the bamboo stream. Duoqi was always more agile than Tuantuan and could catch the darting fish with one paw. However, Duoqi would deliberately throw the fish to Tuantuan and watch it clumsily chase after the fish.

The two mythical beasts fought and even destroyed Lingjizi's bamboo house.

……

Looking at Duo Qi's calm and reliable demeanor, Shen Anzhi recalled the two divine beasts' childhood in the bamboo forest, and then thought of the good-for-nothing Tuan Tuan now, which made him furious. He quickly walked towards his tent.

Pulling back the tent flap, the sight inside instantly enraged Anzhi. Tuantuan was curled up in a grassy nest, fast asleep, clutching a half-eaten barley cake, crumbs still clinging to its mouth, oblivious to the deafening shouts of battle outside. Anzhi strode over, grabbed it, and yanked it up, his voice trembling with rage: "You unfilial son! Look at the chaos outside! And you're still sleeping? Come with me to Mount Shu! We'll kill the demon soldiers together!"

Tuantuan rubbed her sleepy eyes, broke free from Anzhi's hand, took a few steps back, and said with a look of resistance in her eyes: "I'm not going! You're not my mother. How could my mother be human? Old Monkey is right. You humans just want to take advantage of us iron-eating beasts!"

"When have I ever used you?" Anzhi's heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle, and her eyes instantly reddened: "I rescued you from Wolonggang, and brought you out of the bamboo forest. When have I not given you the best? Shushan is dangerous. I took you there to protect you, and also to have you protect our home with me!"

"Home? Old Monkey said my home is in Wolonggang, not with you!" Tuantuan said resolutely, her neck stiff. "Don't try to persuade me anymore, I'm not going to Mount Shu with you!"

Anzhi trembled with rage, tears welling in her eyes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar iron-eating beast before her, she recalled how it had clung to her for bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, and how, though rebellious, it had silently shielded her on the Shu Road. A surge of anger and resentment welled up within her; she wished she could immediately capture the monkey and demand an explanation. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, regretting not listening to the bamboo weaving elder. In three years, she could have tamed another divine beast, but instead, she had wasted all her time on this rebellious creature, making everything inconvenient for her now.

The shouts of battle outside the camp grew increasingly intense. Anzhi took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and turned to leave the tent. She had just reached the vicinity of the central command tent when she saw Lingjizi standing before it, gazing absently at the battlefield outside. Anzhi approached, her voice tinged with disappointment: "Senior Lingjizi, the battle outside Qiang City continues. Zilingxuan and Rimaiyongga have already led their troops to Huangquan Valley, but Tuantuan… it still refuses to come with me to Shushan."

Lingjizi turned his head, looked at Anzhi's reddened eyes, and sighed softly: "Anzhi, you must understand that the war of the human race must ultimately be resolved by the human race itself. Our mission as cultivators is to prevent the demon race from taking advantage of the chaos and to prevent this Qiang-Ge war from becoming a springboard for the demon race to invade the human world." He paused, then changed the subject: "Why are you so insistent on having Tuantuan go to Mount Shu with you? Why did you raise this iron-eating beast in the first place?"

Anzhi paused for a moment, recalling the scene when he first met Tuantuan in Wolonggang, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips: "Back in Wolonggang, I saw it hugging my leg and it was so cute. Its mother had also died. It was also cute in the bamboo forest, round and chubby, especially cute. I just wanted to keep it with me, without thinking too much about it."

After listening, Lingjizi suddenly laughed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out: "Do you know that Chi You also raised two iron-eating beasts back then? One was responsible for being cute and would stick to Chi You all day long, asking for food. The other was agile and was Chi You's mount, following him in his campaigns. But in the Battle of Zhuolu, Chi You mistakenly rode the wrong one into battle, riding the cute one into the battlefield, and as a result, he was defeated."

An Zhi looked at Ling Jizi with a skeptical expression: "Senior, is what you're saying true? The Iron-Eating Beast has such a background?"

“Whether it’s true or not is not important.” Lingjizi’s smile faded, and his eyes became serious. “What is important is that each of the Iron-Eating Beasts has its own temperament. Tuantuan is naturally rebellious and has been instilled with some strange ideas by the monkey. Forcing it to follow you will only backfire. It’s best to let things take their course. You should hurry up and tame a divine beast. Now that you have the Demon-Slaying Sword in your hand and your skills, you can slay demons and monsters even without Tuantuan.”

Looking at Lingjizi's determined eyes, and recalling Ge Wensong's parting words, "Just let things take their course," Anzhi's disappointment gradually dissipated.

As the wind and snow suddenly rose, Lingjizi flipped over and straddled Duoqi's back, reaching out to pull Shen Anzhi behind him to sit steadily.

With its forelegs raised high, the snow-white body charged towards the camp like an arrow released from a bow. The bronze rings flashed coldly in the wind and snow, and the sound of its hooves shattered the snow, splashing up a cloud of silver mist.

Anzhi gripped Lingjizi's sleeve tightly, the Demon-Slaying Sword hanging at his waist, the sword talisman glowing slightly in the wind, but he couldn't help but look back.

Tuantuan, who had somehow appeared in the tent, was squatting by the tent, her round eyes watching the white figure speeding away.

It didn't roar as usual, but stood quietly, its claws unconsciously digging into the frozen ground. Only when the sound of Duoqi's hooves completely disappeared into the wind and snow did it lower its head and rub against the half-cold barley cake beside its paws, its tail drooping listlessly.