Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 8 requires a divine weapon.

Ke Dasheng and Luo Ling, along with their disciples, followed the scent of blood and searched everywhere like hungry wolves. A large number of spirit masters surrounded the main passage in and out of the back mountain, determined not to give up until they captured this outsider.

On the other side, Anzhi, clutching his severely injured arm, stumbled along with the spirit snake to the dog hole they had previously encountered. Although the dog hole was small, the other side of the courtyard wall led to the demolition site of the Sanqing Blessed Land.

"Snake Baby, Snake Baby, hurry up!" Anzhi even urged the spirit snake behind him to hurry up and crawl through the dog hole.

When Anzhi returned to the blessed land, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Looking at the brightly lit scripture pavilion not far away, he seemed to calm down a bit. He patted the dust off his body and wiped away the blood flowing from his right arm.

"No, we have to block this hole first." An Zhi slumped on the ground, looking at the hole under the courtyard wall. He then struggled to get up and found some stones and weeds from the nearby shovel to block the hole.

"Does your arm still hurt?" the snake spirit asked with concern.

Anzhi was covered in sweat: "You've lost so much blood, do you think it hurts?"

The snake jumped onto Anzhi's shoulder: "Alright, hurry, let's go home and heal."

Seeing that the cave entrance was blocked by stones and a pile of debris, Anzhi turned around and walked towards the blessed land with satisfaction.

It was nearly midnight by then.

Fan Jin paced back and forth in the attic, leaning on his cane. He was worried because An Zhi hadn't returned since he went out that afternoon. So he was about to go down to the attic to call for the disciples of the Three Pure Ones...

Just then, Anzhi hurriedly ran towards the pavilion with the spirit snake, looking rather anxious. So much so that he happened to meet Fan Jin, who was leaning on a cane, at the corner. Their eyes met, and Anzhi was at a loss for what to do.

The snake was indeed agile, leaping off Anzhi's shoulder in an instant and disappearing without a trace.

"Master, Uncle-Master." Anzhi stammered, glancing at his shoulder and noticing the spirit snake had slipped away: "Why haven't you rested yet?"

Although Fan Jin was nearly eighty years old and walked unsteadily, his perception was still quite strong. Even though An Zhi kept his right hand behind his back, he had already noticed something was wrong and said, "Quickly, go back and get some rest."

"Then, then I'll go up first." Anzhi said and quickly ran up to the pavilion.

Turning to look at An Shang's figure going upstairs, Fan Jin's face darkened, and then a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Back inside, Anzhi quickly closed the doors and windows, then sat cross-legged on the bed and circulated her spiritual energy. Finally, her injuries were brought under control to some extent, but she also felt that healing was consuming her spiritual energy.

If only the leopard cat were here, its skill [Heavenly Rain] would heal the wound quickly.

Thinking about these things was useless. At this moment, Anzhi longed for the spirit snake to be present, so he softly called out, "Snake Treasure? Snake Treasure?"

"Here it comes!" Suddenly, a voice came from the window, and then the snake climbed up from the fourth-floor pavilion, complaining as it climbed: "That old man Fan is so annoying, making me climb up from such a high place."

Seeing her pet baby there, Anzhi at least felt safe. She asked with some relief, "Are you afraid of Uncle Fan?"

The serpent pondered for a moment: "I'm afraid of him? Pshaw, it's better to avoid trouble."

The serpent climbed onto the bed and looked at Anzhi's injured arm, immediately feeling regretful: "Ah, if only you had a weapon or a magic artifact, you can't carry around a peach wood sword every day, can you?"

"How about we ask the patriarch?" Anzhi immediately thought of someone, Meng Hong.

The serpent seemed hesitant; it curled up on the pillow and shook its head.

Seeing that even the spirit snake was helpless, Anzhi said somewhat discouragedly, "Then what should we do? The demons behind us are getting stronger and stronger. I can't just keep slaying demons with a fire poker every day. Our ancestor must have a solution."

The serpent remained unmoved; it seemed to have encountered a problem as well, but it quickly adjusted.

"Alright, let's ask the ancestor, he'll definitely have a solution." The spirit snake immediately stood up, and then the two antennae on its head emitted a spiritual light. An Zhi felt drowsy, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in another world.

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster!" Anzhi called out as he saw Meng Hong practicing swordsmanship in the center of the lake.

Meng Hong was dressed in a Taoist robe, her attire elegant and dignified, simple yet stylish. She wore a wide-sleeved Taoist robe decorated with various cloud patterns, Bagua symbols, and auspicious motifs such as goldfish, bats, and lotus flowers, symbolizing Taoist concepts such as the balance of Yin and Yang, the unity of heaven and earth, and the natural way.

Upon seeing Anzhi arrive, Meng Hongfei leaped to Anzhi's side and immediately gave him a thumbs up: "Not bad today. You even killed a fourth-tier demon spirit. I saw it."

Anzhi had long regarded Menghong as his master, and immediately said, "It's a pity, it's a pity that there are no weapons or magical artifacts."

After a moment of silence, Meng Hong continued, "Actually, yes, it is, it just depends on whether you dare to take it."

“I dare, I dare if you give it to me.” An Zhi replied expectantly.

With one hand behind his back, Meng Hong took a few steps forward and said, "It's on the sixth floor of the Blessed Land Scripture Pavilion. It's the Jade Flower Sword, the magic weapon of Elder Fan Jin of the Sanqing Palace. Combined with the Demon-Capturing Sword Technique, it can easily defeat any demon spirit below the fourth rank."

"Ah! It's from Uncle Fan!" Anzhi exclaimed in surprise. How do I get it?
Meng Hong looked troubled. He paced back and forth for a few steps before finally saying, "Forget it, this weapon isn't suitable for you yet. It's the Three Pure Ones and Three Heroes Mountain-Suppressing Sword. This sword isn't suitable for you for the time being."

"The Three Pure Ones and Three Heroes Mountain-Suppressing Sword?" An Zhi repeated, clearly unaware of its meaning.

Meng Hong then explained, “Sanqing Mountain has three peaks: Yujing Peak, Yuxu Peak, and Yuhua Peak, collectively known as the Three Pure Ones. These three peaks absorb the true energy of the Three Pure Ones. Each peak is a sharp sword, namely the Yujing Sword, the Yuxu Sword, and the Yuhua Sword. Forty years ago, the Yuhua Sword emerged from the peak because Fan Jin killed the eighth-order demon lord of the spinning top world, so he has been holding the sword ever since.”

Anzhi was both surprised and delighted upon hearing this, never expecting that there was a treasure on the very top floor of the attic where he lived.

"Grandmaster, how can I obtain the Jade Flower Sword?" Anzhi asked again.

Meng Hong was at a loss. He frowned and didn't know what to say. After thinking for a while, he said, "This..."

Just then, a fierce wind arose around them, and a mysterious force pulled Anzhi into the sky. No matter how hard she tried to call out to Menghong, he ignored her. Her helplessness was indescribable.

When she opened her eyes again, she was still sitting cross-legged on her bed, and then a figure appeared at the door.

"Master, Master, Uncle-Master, is something the matter?" From the figure and the shadow of the cane, Anzhi determined that it was Fan Jin.

Fan Jin pushed the door open and entered: "I've been knocking for so long, I thought you were asleep."

Why has he been knocking for so long? Has Fan Jin been standing at the door for a long time? Without thinking much, he got up to greet him: "Uncle-Master, why aren't you asleep so late?" Anzhi was uneasy, wondering what the old man wanted so late.

Fan Jin looked around the room. In fact, he had already noticed that Anzhi had been injured by the demon. So he took out a small gourd and said, "I have a bottle of medicine here that is specially used to treat demon injuries. It can heal quickly."

"Ah!" An Zhi was stunned. How could she have kept her little secret? So she changed the subject: "I, I, I'm not injured. Shishishi, Uncle, you, you should keep it."

Facing Anzhi, who was stuttering, Fan Jin stood up and said, "If the demonic wound is not treated in time, it will continuously lose spiritual power."

"Master, Uncle Master, how did you know I was injured?" Anzhi asked.

Fan Jin looked at An Zhi's evasive eyes, and then just laughed: "Hehehe, I am your martial uncle."

"If only my old leopard cat were here, it would always heal me whenever I got injured." Anzhi still misses the leopard cat she trained herself, after all, they had been inseparable for more than a year, and the cat even had healing abilities.

Fan Jin asked with a smile, "Don't you think my blessed land is good?"

This question stumped Anzhi. No matter how she answered, she felt like she was being tricked. But she quickly said, "It's great. My uncle is so good to me and even gave me medicine. But I'm still so young. I can't bury my dreams, can I?"

"A dream!" Fan Jin stroked his beard meaningfully after hearing this.

An Zhi said seriously, "Yes, my dream is to become someone like Meng Hong, the Ten-Coin Demon Slayer."

Fan Jin nodded: "Yes, Master Meng, back then at Sanqing Mountain, during the great battle against General Black Python..."

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(End of this chapter)