Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 180 Emei Golden Summit
After failing their challenge, An Zhi and Ge Wensong sat slumped on the ground, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. For a moment, they didn't know what to do. They hadn't expected that the Emei Sword, Emei Dagger, Emei Fist, Emei Staff, and Emei Qigong were all so powerful. The two looked to Zi Lingxuan for help.

Shen Anzhi bit his lip tightly, his brows furrowed, his mind replaying the scenes of his sparring with the Emei masters. The images of how he had tried his best but still couldn't break through their defenses and was powerless to deal with their fierce moves haunted him like a nightmare.

Ge Wensong wasn't in much better shape. He tried to stand up, supporting himself with his hands, but his legs were still trembling uncontrollably, as if they were no longer under his control. After a long while, Ge Wensong finally spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and hesitant: "Sister Anzhi, what... what should we do next?"

Both of them turned their gazes toward Zi Lingxuan at the same time.

Seeing the two looking dejected and confused, and knowing that she had helped them collect medicinal herbs earlier that day, and with the time to reunite in Qiang City fast approaching, Zi Lingxuan secretly resolved to lend them a hand.

She frowned and pondered for a moment, then walked towards the Five Swordsmen of Lingxiao...

An Zhi and Ge Wensong watched Zi Lingxuan and the Five Swordsmen chattering away, exchanged glances, and smiled in unison.

Before long, the five swordsmen of Lingxiao arrived in front of them. The five stood in a neat row, their postures as upright as pine trees, their faces showing a serious yet respectful expression.

The leading Emei swordsman took the first step forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and solemnly bowed to An Zhi and Ge Wensong. The other four swordsmen followed suit, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The Emei swordsman said loudly, "Young heroes, although you two failed in your challenge today, the five of us saw your courage and determination, and felt your sincere pursuit of martial arts. The path of cultivation is inherently arduous, and failure is just a small setback on the way forward."

"Yes, Third Senior Sister just said that she appreciates your help in collecting the elixir. Right now, we all have a common goal, which is to go to the front line of Qiang City and protect Bashu," the Emei staff disciple added.

An Zhi tilted his head slightly, looking at the cloud-shrouded golden summit of Mount Emei, and sighed softly, "Although I failed in today's challenge, I have truly experienced the profoundness of Emei martial arts."

"Yes, yes, yes, Emei sword, Emei dagger, Emei fist, Emei staff, Emei qigong." After saying that, Ge Wensong clasped his hands in a fist and invited, "Welcome to Huangshan, seniors. You will definitely not be disappointed."

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Zi Lingxuan said with relief, "Hehe, Wensong, you are very hospitable."

“Of course, I am the welcoming pine of Huangshan Mountain, hahaha.” Ge Wensong immediately seemed very relaxed.

Having passed the test, Shen Anzhi and Ge Wensong finally embarked on their first journey out of the bamboo forest to pay homage to the mountains: the Golden Summit of Mount Emei.

Along the way, the mountain wind howled, as if whispering in my ear about the mysterious past and countless legends of the Golden Summit of Mount Emei.

The higher they climbed, the denser the celestial energy became, swirling around them as if trying to seep into their skin. This gradually restored the strength to An Zhi and Ge Wensong's bodies, which had been slightly weary from their journey. Ancient pines stood tall and strong by the roadside, their branches adorned with glistening dewdrops that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, like tiny gems, adding a touch of ethereal beauty and elegance to the mountainside.

Finally, as they stepped over the last step, the Golden Summit of Mount Emei suddenly appeared before them. Above the summit, clouds and mist swirled, creating a fairyland-like scene. Sunlight shone down, piercing through layers of clouds and mist, refracting into a seven-colored halo.

At the center of the golden roof stands a solemn and majestic celestial palace. The upturned eaves of the palace are faintly visible in the clouds and mist, and the glazed tiles on it exude a warm luster, as if bearing the traces of time and the aura of immortals.

Ancient ritual implements were placed around the room. Some were shaped like bells, which could produce ethereal and melodious sounds when a breeze blew by, as if they were resonating with the heavens and earth. Others were like bronze mirrors, with light and shadow flowing in their reflections.

Anzhi and Ge Wensong stood on the edge of the Golden Summit, gazing into the distance. The mountains and rivers stretched out before them, and countless small hills of various shapes floated in the air. Some cultivators strolled through the air.

Both of them clearly felt streams of spiritual energy being continuously drawn into their bodies.

“Each immortal mountain is different, but the Daoist sects are interconnected. Anzhi, your Sanqing Mountain must be like this too, it must be even more magnificent than here,” Zi Lingxuan said.

Sanqing Mountain, Anzhi suddenly felt nostalgic for his homeland: "Our Sanqing Mountain is very nice, but it was destroyed by the black python in the early days and is probably still under reconstruction." After saying this, he felt very guilty. If it weren't for him, how could the giant python of Sanqing Mountain have come out of the mountain, how could so many of his friends have died, and how could Sanqing Mountain have been destroyed? Now, although the giant python that came out has reached Sichuan, there are still no clues about it.

"The last time our Emei Golden Summit was attacked and destroyed was a hundred years ago. It was also a ruin. It was only through the efforts of several generations that we have what you see today." After saying that, Zi Lingxuan did not forget to comfort Anzhi: "Anzhi, don't be discouraged. I believe that with the efforts of you and your fellow disciples, we will be able to rebuild it successfully."

“Okay.” Anzhi nodded.

Suddenly, Ge Wensong looked up and saw a strange light above the golden roof: "Sister Lingxuan, what is this? It looks like it's covering the golden roof."

Zi Lingxuan said with relief, "A hundred years ago, the Golden Summit of Emei was destroyed by the Demon Realm. After the Demon Realm was driven away, the Emei Ancestor used the Haotian Mirror, a divine artifact for suppressing the mountain, to cover the entire Golden Summit of Emei. No demons or monsters can get close."

An Zhi looked up at the sky and saw the Haotian Mirror hanging high above the golden roof, like a huge, hazy blue disc, with faint tadpole-like ancient seal script and the shapes of clouds, dragons and strange birds flowing on its surface.

The light from the Haotian Mirror was so tangible that it isolated the Golden Summit from the outside world, creating an independent space. Within the light, colorful flowers rained down, golden clouds shimmered, and ever-changing scenes of wind, clouds, water, and fire appeared.

Facing the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, An Zhi and Ge Wensong both felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy. This energy seemed to resonate with their souls, calming their hearts and allowing them to try to comprehend the profound principles of heaven and earth and the methods of cultivation contained within it…

Anzhi stood atop the golden summit of Mount Emei, bathed in the strange light of the Haotian Mirror. A gentle breeze caressed her hair, and her eyes were filled with awe and fascination. Gazing at the dreamlike, celestial scene before her, a seed of desire to cultivate immortality quietly took root in her heart…