The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

"boom!"

It wasn't an explosion, but a more bizarre and violent force that suddenly erupted from the bloodstain. It was the purest and most concentrated power of thunder.

The purplish-black lightning bolts, like countless tiny venomous snakes, instantly burrowed into their neck wounds, then spread wildly, ravaged, and exploded throughout their heads, chests, limbs, and bones.

"Click, click, click!"

The sounds of bones shattering, internal organs rotting, and meridians breaking were drowned out by the thunderous roar.

The two demonic cultivators of the Purple Mansion didn't even have time to utter a scream before their heads turned to dust in the purple-black lightning, and their Purple Mansion primordial spirits were completely shattered and annihilated by the raging thunder in the first instant.

With their original bodies instantly destroyed and losing their source of power and control by their souls, the two towering Purple Mansion Dharma Images, each over two hundred feet tall and possessing overwhelming power, collapsed like sandcastles stripped of their skeletons.

The crimson-black demonic fire and dark green spiritual light spread wildly, turning into a rain of light that mixed with real rain and fell in a drizzling down.

The massive Dharma body disintegrated inch by inch, transforming into the most primordial chaotic flow of spiritual energy, stirring up wind and rain, and finally returning to nothingness, as if it had never existed.

Only two headless corpses, mangled and charred, fell straight down from a height of 100 meters like tattered sacks, with two muffled "thumps" as they crashed into the dark, dense forest below, and were immediately swallowed up by the boundless rain and trees, never to be heard again.

Zuo Qingqiu stood still, not moving an inch. The steel sword at her waist had been quietly sheathed at some point, as if it had never been drawn.

She raised her hand and gently pressed down the edge of her straw hat again, concealing the fleeting, almost indifferent glint of purple lightning in her eyes.

"What a pity."

She muttered to herself, unsure whether she was lamenting the two decent demonic artifacts or the two lives that had been so easily taken.

Then, she took another step and continued flying slowly and steadily towards the Yanfu Mountains.

The wind and rain continued, and the night grew even darker.

It was as if that brief and strange exchange just now was merely a trivial interlude in this long rainy night.

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After killing the two Purple Mansion Demon Cultivators who blocked her way, Zuo Qingqiu continued forward at a steady pace.

The rain seemed to have lessened a bit, but the night grew even deeper.

The dark forest below resembled a silent behemoth, exuding a damp and chilly aura in the rain.

Ahead, the distinctive outline of the Yanfu Mountains, formed by gray-black miasma and clouds, became increasingly clear at the boundary between heaven and earth, like a ferocious beast crouching in the darkness, waiting to devour all intruders.

It is about 100 li away from the core area of ​​Yanfu Mountain.

Suddenly, the rain curtain ahead was torn apart again by a beam of light.

It was a silver-white streak of light, extremely fast, with a condensed radiance, like a lightning bolt flashing through the night, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound. In an instant, it had already flown to a spot not far in front of Zuo Qingqiu. The light faded, revealing the figure within.

This was a middle-aged monk wearing a silver-white robe.

The robe was made of luxurious material and embroidered with flowing cloud and thunder patterns, clearly not an ordinary item.

He had a square face, narrow eyes, and tightly pursed lips, giving him a stern and shrewd appearance.

His aura surged, and faint, fine silver electric snakes seemed to dance and leap within his robes, emitting soft crackling sounds that ionized the approaching raindrops into even finer mists.

The middle period of Zifu.

Moreover, judging from the color and attributes of the lightning, it should be cultivating the Yang Lightning Dao, one of the seven major lineages of lightning magic.

The silver-robed cultivator hovered in the air, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning Zuo Qingqiu from head to toe. His divine sense also extended unabashedly, sweeping over Zuo Qingqiu—what he sensed was the spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the "early stage of the Purple Mansion" realm, and the almost negligible spiritual reaction on that unremarkable sword.

A female sword cultivator in the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm?

The silver-robed monk frowned slightly.

He was ordered to patrol the area within a hundred miles of the sect's perimeter to guard against possible spies or attacks from the Taihua Sect.

Just now, I sensed a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy and a fleeting aura of a Dharma body here, so I rushed over to check. However, I only saw this unfamiliar female cultivator and did not see my two junior brothers, True Person Chi Yan and True Person Qing Mu.

He did not connect the "early stage of Purple Mansion" before him with the Dharma Aspect fluctuations that his two junior brothers had experienced in an instant and then quickly dissipated.

After all, no matter how bad the two fellow disciples were at the early stage of the Purple Mansion realm, they couldn't possibly be instantly killed by a cultivator of the same level without even being able to send out a distress signal.

He assumed that his two junior brothers had discovered something else unusual and gone to investigate, while this woman might have just happened to be passing by, or... had managed to sneak in using some special means and escaped the net.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing on the territory of my Luo Sect in the dead of night?" the silver-robed cultivator asked, his voice cold and hard, carrying an interrogative tone.

His gaze was fixed on Zuo Qingqiu, and the silver electric snakes swirling around his body became even more active, showing his vigilance and his intention to act at any moment.

Zuo Qingqiu maintained his posture with one hand on his sword, and his voice came through the rain, still using the same old words: "I am Chu Huaishi, a rogue cultivator, and have long admired the Diluo Sect. I have come to pay you a visit."

"A visit?" A cold glint flashed in the silver-robed cultivator's eyes, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "At a time like this? In a place like this? The rogue cultivator Chu Huai Shi? Hmph, you've got a smooth script. I have no time for your pretense. Leave immediately, and I can pretend I saw nothing tonight. If you dare to force your way in, kill me without mercy!"

Unlike the previous two, he clearly didn't harbor any intention of questioning them.

This person is more cautious, or rather, less willing to cause unnecessary trouble.

Seeing that Zuo Qingqiu did not react to his threats and remained standing there quietly, the silver-robed cultivator no longer hesitated.

"Stubborn to the end, then die."

To Zuo Qingqiu's surprise, this silver-robed cultivator was even more decisive and ruthless than the previous two. Facing an opponent whose cultivation was "lower than his own," he showed no intention of testing him and immediately unleashed his full power.

"boom--!"

A terrifying aura of thunder surged forth from his body like a volcanic eruption.

A dazzling silver-white lightning bolt pierced the dark rainy night, illuminating his surroundings as bright as day.

Purple Mansion Dharma Image, open!

A colossal Dharma image, over four hundred feet tall and composed entirely of dazzling silver-white lightning, rose from the ground.

The Dharma form is that of a giant, but its face is blurred. Only its long hair is composed of countless wildly twisting silver electric snakes, like the snake-haired demon in mythology.

Beneath the giant's feet were two dragons formed from lightning, roaring and crackling with electricity.

The giant held a massive warhammer in his right hand, also formed from lightning, with an ancient and simple design. The hammerhead was wrapped in dense lightning patterns and emitted a destructive aura.

The power of this Dharma image far surpassed that of the previous two.

Not only was it much larger in size, but the thunderous pressure it emitted also caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles to become violently agitated. The rain curtain was pushed aside by an invisible force field, forming a huge vacuum zone.

The silver-robed cultivator's true form was hidden between the eyebrows of this majestic thunderous dharma image, protected by layers upon layers of thunderous power.

He looked down at the tiny blue figure below, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"To die under my thunder magic is your good fortune."

The silver-robed cultivator's indifferent voice emanated from the Dharma image, like thunder from the heavens.