Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 240 The Final Battle of Qiang Ge
As the smoke of the Qiang-Ge war gradually dissipated, the land of Bashu finally ushered in a long-awaited peace.

Although Qiang City was reduced to ruins, traces of demonic blood and flames still remained among the broken walls and rubble. However, the Go people and demon soldiers had been completely defeated. The people, young and old, searched for their surviving relatives and friends in the ruins, and the air was filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Shen Anzhi rode Tuantuan, patrolling the banks of the Shu River, the place where the Heavenly Demon had retreated. She had a feeling things weren't so simple. Sure enough, when she reached a boulder corrupted by demonic energy, a black afterimage suddenly emerged from behind it, its scarlet eyes fixed on her—it was the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon!
"Heavenly Demon!" Shen Anzhi's heart tightened, and he gripped his Demon-Slaying Sword, charging forward. But the Heavenly Demon merely sneered, then suddenly opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar. A powerful demonic aura instantly spread out, and Shen Anzhi and Tuantuan were violently blasted away by this force, crashing heavily to the ground. Tuantuan's "Diamond Armor" glowed with golden light, but it still couldn't completely absorb the impact. It groaned, blood seeping from the corner of its mouth.

Shen Anzhi struggled to his feet, and was about to charge again when he saw a hint of disdain flash in the eyes of the Heavenly Demon: "You little demon-slaying sword, do you think you can do anything to me?" As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and a powerful suction force came from his palm. The demon-slaying sword in Shen Anzhi's hand flew out uncontrollably and was swallowed up by the Heavenly Demon.

"Not good!" Lingjizi, who was far away, was shocked when he saw this and rushed towards the Shu River.

The leaders of Shushan Sect, Xu Changqing, Emei Sect, Qingxuan, and Qingcheng Mountain Sect, Lu Yuanzhao, along with several immortals from the Minyuan Immortal Alliance, quickly arrived. They launched an attack simultaneously. Xu Changqing's Seven Star Sword flashed with golden light, Qingxuan's Haotian Mirror emitted white light, and Lu Yuanzhao's talismans turned into flames. The immortals' spiritual energy beams shot towards the Heavenly Demon like sharp swords.

The Heavenly Demon remained completely unfazed, laughing as he spread his arms wide: "I've been planning this for a hundred years, finally waiting for the opportunity to have the Ge people annex the Qiang tribes. I intended to take over Bashu in one fell swoop, but you've ruined my plans!" His demonic energy surged dramatically: "But it doesn't matter, I will return in two hundred years! At that time, this Demon-Slaying Sword will be refined into the Soul-Slaying Spear, becoming my weapon to rule the Three Realms!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Demon's body gradually became transparent, and a black sealing array unfolded beneath his feet. He had actually chosen to seal himself!
"We can't let him take the Demon-Slaying Sword!" Lingjizi shouted, leaping into the air. His whisk transformed into a long whip, lashing out at the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon. Shen Anzhi, disregarding his own pain, rushed forward, gathering the last wisp of spiritual power at his fingertips and striking towards the Heavenly Demon's palm.

The Heavenly Demon hadn't expected the two to fight so fiercely. His arm was entangled by Lingjizi's whisk, and Shen Anzhi's spiritual power struck his palm. In pain, he paused in his action of devouring the Demon-Slaying Sword. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lingjizi exerted his strength, and with a sudden pull of the whisk, he actually dragged the Demon-Slaying Sword out of his mouth.

"Two hundred years from now, I will make you pay for your blood debts!" ​​The Heavenly Demon roared in resentment, his figure completely disappearing into the sealing array, leaving only a black sealing mark deeply imprinted on the boulder on the banks of the Shu River.

Shen Anzhi took the Demon-Slaying Sword from Lingjizi. The runes on the sword had become dim, clearly indicating that it had been severely corroded by demonic energy. She gently stroked the sword, her heart filled with lingering fear. If the Demon-Slaying Sword had truly been forged into the Soul-Slaying Spear, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At that moment, the sounds of battle echoed in the distance. The defeated Go people were still putting up a last stand, while Rimai Yongga was leading Qiang warriors in pursuit. Shen Anzhi gripped his Demon-Slaying Sword, about to step forward to help, but was stopped by Lingjizi: "Anzhi, stop."

“Senior Lingjizi, they are still resisting. We should help them!” Shen Anzhi said, puzzled.

Lingjizi shook his head, his gaze fixed on the human soldiers engaged in battle: "The cultivators' mission is complete. We helped Bashu resist the demonic soldiers and protected this land. As for the feud between the Ge people and the Qiang tribe, that is a matter for the human race itself, and they should resolve it themselves. We cannot interfere too much."

Seeing Lingjizi's resolute gaze, Shen Anzhi finally lowered her demon-slaying sword. She turned to look and saw Rimai Yongga riding a four-legged cavalryman, his silver spear piercing the chest of the last Ge people leader. The Ge people were utterly defeated, laying down their weapons and surrendering.

Rimai Yongga stopped Congcong and slowly walked to the city wall of Qiang City. There, the body of the Rimai chieftain still leaned against the city wall, his eyes closed, a relieved smile on his face. Rimai Yongga dismounted and knelt before his father, his voice choked but firm: "Father, we have won the Qiang-Ge war. Qiang City has been defended, and Bashu has been defended as well."

...Three days later,
Shen Anzhi rode Tuantuan to the rear camp of the Qiang army. There were many temporary tents set up, and the tents were crowded with wounded soldiers. Yang Daiwu, the old village chief of Huanglongxi Village, and his youngest daughter Yang Yaya were leading the villagers to bandage the wounds and distribute dry rations to the wounded.

"Sister Shen! Tuantuan!" Yang Yaya saw them and immediately ran over excitedly: "You're finally here! We were worried you were hurt!"

Yang Daiwu put down the herbs in his hand and said with a smile, "Miss Shen, thanks to you, we were able to win this battle. I still remember when you first came to Huanglongxi Village, Tuantuan just followed behind you and made a mess of the village, hahaha."

Everyone laughed upon hearing this. Shen Anzhi also recalled her first arrival in Huanglongxi Village. Back then, Tuantuan was mischievous and always causing trouble, but now it had become a reliable companion who could protect her. She dismounted from Tuantuan's back, picked up some herbs, and joined the team treating the wounded. Tuantuan was not to be outdone, using its paws to pass herbs to the villagers, and occasionally nuzzling the injured soldiers with its head to comfort them.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance. Shen Anzhi looked up and saw Zi Lingxuan, Monk Tongda, Shushan swordsman Mo Jianchen, Qingcheng Mountain Xuanfeng Yichen, and Lingjizi walking towards the rear camp.

“Anzhi, we’ve come to say goodbye.” Zi Lingxuan said with a smile, “The Golden Summit of Emei still needs to be rebuilt, so I have to go back.”

The monk Tongda put his hands together and said, "This humble monk also wants to return to the temple to chant sutras and pray for the fallen soldiers."

Mo Jianchen and Xuanfeng Yichen also expressed their desire to return to their sects to rebuild the sects and protect the peace of Bashu.

Shen Anzhi looked at her companions, whom she was about to part with, her heart filled with reluctance. When her gaze fell on Lingjizi, her eyes instantly reddened: "Senior Lingjizi, are you leaving too?"

The three years of training in the bamboo forest were something Shen Anzhi would never forget.

Lingjizi nodded, stepped forward, and gently patted her shoulder: "Anzhi, you have a long road ahead of you. This war has helped you grow a lot, but you must remember that no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must maintain a positive attitude, uphold justice, and fight demons with righteousness." He paused, then continued: "The Demon-Slaying Sword is not only a weapon, but also a responsibility. You must take good care of it and use it to protect the people you want to protect."

After saying that, Lingjizi climbed onto Duoqi's back and waved to everyone: "Until we meet again!" Duoqi let out a neigh and carried Lingjizi away into the distance.

Shen Anzhi stood there, watching Lingjizi's figure gradually disappear, and suddenly felt empty inside. She looked down at the demon-slaying sword in her hand, then patted Tuantuan's head, her heart filled with emotion. This war had cost too many lives, and it had made her realize how hard-won peace was.

As the sun sets, its golden rays fall upon the tents in the rear camp, illuminating the busy figures of the people.

Shen Anzhi knew that although the war was over, the responsibility of protecting Bashu had only just begun. She would carry Lingjizi's entrustment, take the Demon-Slaying Sword, and work with Tuantuan to subdue demons in the right way.