Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 153 The Legendary Demon-Slaying Sword

When Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong arrived at the Purple Bamboo Forest rooftop, panting heavily, the highly anticipated Purple Bamboo Banquet was already nearing its end, with the various cultivators' dazzling antics leaving everyone in awe.

When Anzhi and Ge Wensong appeared on the bamboo forest rooftop, only a dozen or so cultivators were still chatting on the rooftop. Shen Anzhi recognized two of them: one was the fisherman, and the other was the bamboo weaving old man.

With a nervous heart, Anzhi stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Anzhi greets all seniors. I'm sorry I'm late."

The other cultivators reacted in much the same way, but the old man weaving bamboo slowly stood up: "Hehe, not late, not late, we've come at the perfect time. We can still see the sea of ​​clouds, hahaha."

After the old man finished speaking, he pointed to the sea of ​​clouds below the rooftop.

Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong stood side by side on the vast bamboo sea. The slight regret they had felt earlier from missing the Purple Bamboo Banquet seemed to be gradually washed away by the tranquility and magnificence of the bamboo sea.

Their gazes were drawn together to the distant sea of ​​clouds drifting leisurely above the bamboo forest. The clouds were as white as snow and as fluffy as cotton, slowly changing shape under the gentle caress of the breeze.

Sometimes, the clouds gather together, resembling a majestic snow-capped mountain, inspiring awe; other times, they disperse, transforming into soft veils that entwine the verdant bamboo shoots.

"Mommy, flying man, flying man." Tuan Tuan's eyes are very sharp; she is very sensitive to people who fly on swords.

Following Tuanzi's warning, they saw dozens of sword-wielding figures streaking across the vast sea of ​​clouds like shooting stars. They stood tall and straight on their swords, their robes fluttering and rustling.

Under their control, the swords darted through the dreamlike sea of ​​clouds like nimble fish. The surrounding clouds were as white as snow and as fluffy as cotton, and the air currents created by the swords caused ripples to spread across them.

"Wow, Anzhi, it seems we missed a truly spectacular feast." Ge Wensong could tell from the group of sword-wielding figures that today's Purple Bamboo Banquet was unprecedented in its grandeur; it was such a pity.

An Zhi frowned and then let out a long sigh, saying, "If I had known the rooftop was so far away, I should have brought Tuanzi here yesterday instead of giving it a bath so early in the morning before setting off."

"Next year, I heard the Purple Bamboo Banquet is held every year." Ge Wensong stared intently at Yunhai.

Anzhi turned to look at Tuanzi with some disappointment, only to find that Tuanzi had gone to the bamboo weaving old man with practiced ease.

As soon as the dumpling arrived, it came up to the old man and looked at him curiously with its big, black eyes.

"Oh, little dumpling, you're here, hahaha." The old bamboo weaver patted the familiar face.

Tuantuan, however, was quite bold, using its claws to peck at the food in the bamboo-woven old man's hands, amusing the people around it.

"Anzhi, come here, come sit down," the old bamboo weaver called out.

An Zhi and Ge Wensong, who were standing next to him, turned around and walked towards the group of cultivators who had not yet left.

After a series of formalities, Anzhi and Ge Wensong sat down in the crowd. Anzhi didn't forget to tap Tuanzi's head to remind it not to overstep its bounds.

"Esteemed immortals, I am Ge Wensong, and I am cultivating under the guidance of Fairy Qingdao at the Dragon Pattern Pavilion in the Bamboo Sea," Ge Wensong said, bowing.

Before Anzhi could reply, the old bamboo weaver chuckled and said, "This is Shen Anzhi, who is cultivating under Lingjizi at Qingzhu Xiaozhu." "Lingjizi? He just rode off with Wang Zhaowen on a dog," cultivator A exclaimed in surprise.

Anzhi smiled awkwardly: "Then it must be riding Duoqi."

“Exactly, that Lingjizi is too cruel. He made the dog carry him when it was so small,” cultivator B exclaimed.

……

And so, on the rooftop of the bamboo forest, a dozen or so experts from the cultivation world were still exchanging ideas. Anzhi and Ge Wensong listened intently to each expert's speech, their eyes not even daring to blink.

Suddenly, cultivator A, perhaps by mistake, mentioned the Demon-Slaying Sword, which piqued An Zhi's interest.

"Senior, does a demon-slaying sword truly exist in this world?" An Zhi asked with great anticipation.

Cultivator A exchanged glances with the others and nodded: "Yes, didn't Lingjizi tell you?"

Anzhi nodded repeatedly: "I did, but I just wanted to know more."

"Oh!" Cultivator A began to describe his demon-slaying sword...

In ancient times, an earth-shattering war between humans and demons swept across the entire land of Bashu. At that time, the forces of evil were extremely powerful. They emerged from the abyss, bringing endless darkness and destruction. Mount Shu called on the forces of justice to rise up and resist. Among them was a peerless expert named Xuanyuan Sword Master, who wielded a peerless demon-slaying sword.

This sword slew countless demons and evil spirits in battle. However, the resentment and evil power of the demons and evil spirits were too strong and gradually began to erode the sword. In order to prevent the sword from being completely controlled by the evil power, Xuanyuan Sword Master joined forces with several other powerful beings to suppress the evil power within the sword and seal it in the sacred mountain.

“Anzhi, do you understand? The Demon-Slaying Sword wasn’t originally called the Demon-Slaying Sword; it was called the Xuanyuan Sword. However, it was renamed the Demon-Slaying Sword by the ancient gods because it had slain too many demons,” the bamboo-weaving old man added.

An Zhi couldn't wait any longer. How wonderful it would be if he could hold this demon-slaying sword in his hands: "Senior, do I seem to be the destined one for the demon-slaying sword?"

An Zhi's words caused an immediate silence. Everyone looked at each other, seemingly a little embarrassed. After a long while, cultivator A said with a smile, "Hehe, I can't be sure if you are the destined one. I only know that there are more than ten million people who want to obtain the Demon-Slaying Sword. For hundreds of years, most people have entered the Divine Mountain and returned empty-handed."

Cultivator B added, "Legend has it that three conditions are required to unseal the Demon-Slaying Sword: bloodline inheritance, perfect merit, and special opportunity. None of these three conditions can be missing."

……

In this mysterious gathering, various experts shared many ancient and legendary stories, among which the legend of the Demon-Slaying Sword particularly attracted Anzhi's attention.

The legend of the demon-slaying sword seemed to possess a captivating magic, slowly unfolding as the story was told. An Zhi listened quietly, a burning light gradually igniting in his eyes. His heart felt as if it were being stirred by an invisible hand, and he developed a strong desire for this legendary demon-slaying sword.

In An Zhi's view, although he has mastered many skills such as the Phantom Eight Trigrams and the Dividing Light Demon-Slaying Sword, he may still be powerless against more powerful demons. If he can use this legendary demon-slaying sword, it will undoubtedly become a great weapon on his path of slaying demons and eliminating evil.

She could already imagine herself wielding a demon-slaying sword, nimbly traversing the dark lair of demons, each swing of her sword causing the demons to flee in terror—a majestic scene that stirred the heart.

This imagination intensified Shen Anzhi's desire to obtain the Demon-Slaying Sword, making her secretly determined to find its whereabouts by any means necessary, no matter how many difficulties lay ahead, she would never give up easily.