Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 231 Mountain Road in the Rain
Anzhi was thinking of Tuantuan, but Tuantuan was already far away from the war in Huangquan Valley. It was wandering aimlessly in the mountains and forests, dragging its round body. It tightly clutched the bear gall bladder that gleamed with a warm luster in its paws. Around its neck hung a bamboo ring woven by Shen Anzhi. The texture of the bamboo ring had been rubbed smooth. It was made by Shen Anzhi in the bamboo forest when Tuantuan was very small, using the softest bamboo strips.

"Should I go to Mount Emei to start a business with Monkey Cousin, or go back to Wolonggang?" Tuantuan squatted in a sweet potato field, its round face full of struggle. Dewdrops on the sweet potato leaves dampened its paws, but it was oblivious, staring blankly at the bear bile. It was its mother's keepsake, and the reason why Shen Anzhi had the aura of an iron-eating beast. But Monkey Cousin's words, "Beastmen will never be slaves," kept echoing in its ears, and the majestic image of Monkey Cousin leading his beastmen in a charge and breaking through the Monkey King's cave flashed through its mind.

"Humans are all using us!" Tuantuan shook her head vigorously, trying to shake Shen Anzhi's image out of her mind, but the more she resisted, the more she remembered the image of Shen Anzhi holding the bear gall and shedding tears on the Qiangcheng city tower, and the scene in the bamboo forest where she peeled the sweetest bamboo shoots and handed them to her.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and large raindrops began to fall without warning, instantly soaking the fluffy fur. It shivered, and its stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

"Let's find something to eat first!" Tuantuan put away the bear gall, darted into the nearby bamboo forest, skillfully broke off a tender bamboo stalk, and sat on the wet bamboo leaves to gnaw on it.

"Hey! Keep it up! The fork in the road is just ahead!"

A series of urgent shouts came from outside the bamboo forest. Tuantuan pricked up her ears and peeked out. She saw a group of villagers pushing a heavy wooden cart, struggling to move forward on the muddy road in the heavy rain.

The wooden cart wheels were stuck in the mud pit, and it took a lot of effort to move forward even an inch. The leader was an old man with gray hair, wearing a straw raincoat. He was none other than Yang Daiwu, the old village chief of Huanglongxi Village. Beside him was a little girl with pigtails, his youngest daughter, Yang Yaya.

"Village chief, the rain is too heavy, the wheels are almost stuck!" A villager wiped the rain off his face, his voice weary. The wooden cart was piled high with sacks containing dry food, herbs, cloth, and several boxes of wound medicine wrapped in oil paper. These were supplies that the villagers had prepared overnight to send to the front lines to support the anti-demonic team.

Yang Daiwu, leaning on his cane, pounded the ground forcefully: "The children on the front lines are bleeding, what is our little hardship compared to that! We must deliver the supplies today!" With that, he took the lead and walked to the back of the cart, bending down and pushing it with all his might. Seeing this, the villagers followed suit, shouting and working hard in the pouring rain to push the wooden cart out of the mud pit.

Yang Yaya ran at the front of the group, clearing away the pebbles on the road. Suddenly, she saw Tuantuan in the bamboo grove, and her eyes lit up instantly: "Wow! This..."

Yang Yaya was overjoyed. More than three years had passed, and the youngest daughter, Yang Yaya, still remembered it vividly. She had almost been sent to Wolonggang for sacrifice by the villagers because of this guy. Fortunately, Shen Anzhi appeared later.

"Isn't this the iron-eating beast beside Sister Shen?" To confirm, Yang Yaya parted the bamboo and tentatively called out to Tuantuan, "Tuantuan... Tuantuan...?"

When Tuantuan saw Yang Yaya, she instinctively shrank back, clutching the bear gall bladder tightly in her paws. Yang Daiwu also came over, and when he saw Tuantuan, his cloudy eyes were full of surprise: "Isn't this Miss Shen's iron-eating beast? Why is it here alone? It's grown so big."

Tuantuan was there, and the two looked around in the rain, but they couldn't see Shen Anzhi. "Where's Sister Shen? Did something happen to her?" Yang Yaya asked, and seeing that Tuantuan was just looking down and chewing on bamboo without saying a word, she gradually began to suspect something: "You...did you abandon Sister Shen?"

Tuantuan suddenly raised her head and retorted, "I didn't! She's not my mother! Why would I follow her!"

Yang Daiwu sighed, shook his head, and pointed to the west with his cane: "That's the road back to Wolonggang. If you want to go, then go." He had seen how good Shen Anzhi was to Tuantuan and knew that this iron-eating beast was throwing a tantrum, but the war at the front was tense, and he didn't have the energy to persuade him.

"How could you say that!" Yang Yaya exclaimed anxiously. She squatted down in front of Tuantuan, wiped the rain from her face, and, thinking of Tuantuan in the bamboo forest, couldn't help but mutter to the villagers beside her, "You didn't see it, but three years ago, Sister Shen took Tuantuan out of Huanglongxi. Afraid that it wouldn't be able to walk, she specially wove a small basket and carried Tuantuan inside!"

Yang Yaya gestured to indicate the size of the basket, her tone full of emotion: "Tuantuan is still naughty. She would pull Sister Shen's hair inside the basket, but Sister Shen wouldn't get angry. She would just smile and say, 'Slow down, don't fall.' When they encountered stray dogs on the road, Sister Shen would immediately hold the basket in her arms, afraid that Tuantuan would be frightened in the slightest. She treats Tuantuan even better than her own mother!"

"Old Monkey said that humans are all liars! Orcs will never be slaves!" Tuan Tuan said, her neck stiff, but her voice grew softer and softer, and she gripped the bear gall bladder in her paws even tighter.

"Never to be a slave?" Yang Yaya's eyes reddened with anger. "The demon army is about to invade Sichuan and Chongqing. Sister Shen is risking her life on the front lines, and you're hiding here! Do you know how many soldiers have lost their lives to protect us? You unfilial son, Sister Shen can tolerate you. If she's not your mother, who is?"

She pointed in the direction of the Valley of the Underworld, her tone firm: "If you have any conscience left, hurry back and find her. She definitely needs you right now!"

Tuantuan lowered its head after Yang Yaya's words, its paws unconsciously rubbing the bamboo hoop around its neck. Rainwater dripped down its fur, a mixture of rain and tears falling onto the hoop. It remembered Shen Anzhi on the Qiangcheng city tower, stroking its head and saying, "Come with Mommy."

"I..." Tuantuan opened its mouth, but didn't know what to say. Monkey Laobiao's words were still ringing in its ears, but Yang Yaya's accusations, the villagers pushing the cart in the rain, and Shen Anzhi's tears all made it feel like its heart was blocked.

Yang Daiwu looked at the sky and urged, "Yaya, don't delay, we need to hurry on our way."

Yang Yaya glanced at Tuantuan one last time, her eyes filled with disappointment: "Think it over carefully yourself. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it." With that, she turned and caught up with the group, joining the villagers in pushing the heavy wooden cart along the muddy road. The wheels left deep tracks in the mud, as if telling a story of their perseverance.

Tuantuan squatted in the bamboo forest, watching the group's figures gradually disappear into the distance, then looked at the bear gall in its paws and the bamboo ring around its neck. The heavy rain was still falling, but its mind was in turmoil. Should it go back to find Shen Anzhi, or go to Mount Emei to find its monkey cousin? Or return to Wolonggang? This question plunged it into deeper turmoil, and even the bamboo it had been gnawing on lost its flavor.