Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 217 Battle of Shu Mountain

As the four hooves of the mythical snow beast Duoqi trod through the last wisp of mist, Shen Anzhi suddenly felt a bright light before his eyes—they had finally arrived at Mount Shu. This sacred mountain, hailed as an "epic existence of Bashu," was now bathed in the setting sun. Its main peak, like a sharp sword, pierced the sky, and its slopes were covered with ancient pines and strangely shaped rocks. Mist swirled among the mountains, as if draping this sacred mountain in a veil of mystery.

As the crossroads of reincarnation for humans, gods, demons, and monsters, Mount Shu is exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, with a faint, refreshing scent permeating the air, quite different from the gunpowder smell of Qiang City.

At the summit, a pale blue barrier, like a dome, enveloped the entire Shu Mountain. It was a human-demon barrier set up by the disciples of Shu Mountain over a hundred years of cultivation. Now, however, it was covered with cracks, and dark green demonic energy was constantly seeping out from the cracks, spreading down the mountain like venomous snakes.

"Mount Shu connects heaven and earth and is the pillar of the central sky. If Mount Shu falls, the entire land of Bashu will become a demon realm." Lingjizi's voice rang out in the wind. He pointed to the scene of fierce battle below the mountain with a solemn look in his eyes: "Back then, during the chaos of Chiyou, Mount Shu was the last barrier for the human race. Now history is about to repeat itself."

Shen Anzhi looked in the direction Lingjizi pointed and saw countless dark blue demon soldiers charging towards the top of Shu Mountain. The weapons in their hands glowed with an eerie green light, and wherever they went, the grass and trees withered instantly.

The disciples of Mount Shu flew on their swords, their sword light falling like silver rain as they engaged in fierce battles with the demonic soldiers.

Shushan disciple Mo Jianchen touched his sword with his toes, the green blade drawing a cold light in the twilight. He caught sight of three demon soldiers surrounding his injured fellow disciple, and immediately spun around, unleashing the sword technique "Flowing Frost Chasing the Moon." The sword light poured down like a silver river, first severing the claws of one of the demon soldiers.

The other two demonic soldiers roared and charged forward, their demonic energy carrying a putrid stench.

Mo Jianchen flicked his wrist, the spine of the sword knocking aside the demonic weapon. Taking advantage of the opening, he poured spiritual power into the sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly burst out with golden light, piercing straight at the demonic weapon's brow.

Two screams rang out as the demonic soldier's body disintegrated in the sword light, turning into black smoke and dissipating. He sheathed his sword and landed, reaching out to help his fellow disciple to his feet. The hem of his robe was still stained with lingering demonic energy, yet he still stood tall, gazing into the depths of the battlefield.

Xu Changqing, the head of the Shushan Sect, stood at the top of the barrier, the Shushan Sword in his hand gleaming with golden light. He continuously poured his spiritual power into the barrier, trying to repair the hideous cracks. Sweat streamed down his face, and his complexion was as pale as paper.

"Sect Leader! Your disciple is here to assist you!" A clear voice rang out as the Shu Mountain swordsman, Mo Jianchen, arrived on his sword. Clad in a white sword robe, his longsword streaked across the sky like a meteor, instantly slaying several demonic soldiers attempting to approach the barrier. Mo Jianchen landed beside Xu Changqing, combining his own spiritual power with Xu Changqing's, and channeling it into the barrier. The cracks on the barrier finally stopped spreading.

Shen Anzhi gripped the demon-slaying sword tightly. The runes on the blade, sensing the demonic energy, began to heat up slightly. She took a deep breath, lightly touched the ground with her feet, and flew towards the demonic soldiers on the mountain path like a swallow. "Anzhi, be careful," Lingjizi warned from behind, while Duoqi also let out a low growl, seemingly cheering her on.

As soon as Shen Anzhi rushed into the battlefield, he saw a demonic soldier with bat wings rushing towards a young Shushan disciple. The disciple's longsword was already broken, and he was about to die under the demonic soldier's claws.

Shen Anzhi's eyes sharpened, and his Demon-Slaying Sword drew a golden streak in the air: the "Splitting Light Demon-Slaying Sword" skill was activated instantly, dozens of golden rays shooting towards the demon soldier like sharp blades. The demon soldier screamed in agony as its body was instantly pierced by the golden rays, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating into the air, without even a chance to regenerate. "Thank you, Senior Sister," the young Shu Mountain disciple hurriedly thanked her, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Shen Anzhi nodded slightly, then turned to continue slaying the demonic soldiers. The Shu Mountain disciples had been struggling somewhat in the battle against the demonic soldiers, who were not only numerous but also possessed extremely strong self-healing abilities. Even if severely injured, they could quickly regenerate as long as they retained a trace of demonic energy. However, since Shen Anzhi joined the battle, the situation had instantly reversed.

The Demon-Slaying Sword, a divine weapon specifically designed to subdue demons, is incredibly sharp. With each swing, it can completely annihilate demonic soldiers, scattering their souls so they can never be reborn.

Shen Anzhi moved like a golden lightning bolt through the demon soldiers. Wherever the golden light of the Demon-Slaying Sword touched, the demon soldiers fell to the ground, screams echoing everywhere. When Mo Jianchen saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a gratified smile appeared on his face: "I did not expect that Miss Shen's Demon-Slaying Sword would be so powerful. Shu Mountain is now safe."

Xu Changqing also noticed the battle situation below the mountain. He felt the powerful force emanating from the Demon-Slaying Sword, and the weight in his heart finally lifted. He increased his spiritual power output, trying to repair the cracks in the barrier. At the same time, he shouted to the disciples around him, "Everyone, give it your all! Lingjizi has already brought people to support Shushan. We must defend the barrier and never let the demon soldiers step into the heart of Shushan."

During the battle, Shen Anzhi also sensed the changes in the Demon-Slaying Sword. Each time it slew a demon soldier, the sword absorbed the demonic energy of that soldier, causing the runes on its blade to become brighter and its power to increase. She recalled Lingjizi's words: the Demon-Slaying Sword needed to continuously slay demons to level up; now it seemed his words were true.

The battle lasted for a full hour. The mountain path was piled high with the corpses of demon soldiers, and dark green demon blood flowed down the path, but was gradually purified by the spiritual energy of Mount Shu.

Shen Anzhi's clothes were soaked with sweat, and her arms ached from wielding the Demon-Slaying Sword for so long, but she did not stop. Her eyes were full of determination. She knew that as long as she killed one more demon soldier, Mount Shu would be safer and the land of Bashu would have more hope.

Standing atop the mountain, Lingjizi watched Shen Anzhi bravely fighting on the battlefield, a gratified smile appearing on his lips. He said to Duoqi beside him, "This girl has indeed not disappointed me. The Demon-Slaying Sword has finally unleashed its full power in her hands. With her here, Mount Shu will surely be able to hold on."

"It's a pity. If Tuanzi were here, she would..." Duoqi said in a low voice, seemingly agreeing with Lingjizi's words while also expressing regret for Tuanzi's current situation.

Lingjizi frowned upon hearing this, then let out a long sigh and continued, "Sigh... let it be."

With the last demon soldier killed by Shen Anzhi, the mountain path of Shushan finally returned to peace. Xu Changqing also successfully repaired most of the cracks in the barrier. Although there were still a few small cracks, they were no longer a threat.

The disciples of Shu Mountain gathered around and bowed to Lingjizi and Shen Anzhi to express their gratitude.

Shen Anzhi sheathed her demon-slaying sword, the runes on its blade still emitting a faint golden light. Looking at the Shu Mountain disciples before her, and then at the majestic Shu Mountain, a strong sense of responsibility suddenly welled up within her.