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

The pool water was milky white, shimmering with a faint ethereal light, and bright red petals floated on its surface.

The poolside is paved with warm jade and inlaid with pearls, and the soft light makes the whole space hazy and ambiguous.

More importantly, in the pool, there were dozens of stunningly beautiful women, completely naked, with graceful figures and captivating beauty, leaning or dangling, playing or languidly.

Some of them had skin as white as snow, some had a healthy honey hue, some were petite and delicate, and some were voluptuous and tall, but without exception, they all possessed stunningly beautiful faces and enviable figures that could make anyone's blood boil and their souls swoon.

At this moment, they discovered Zuo Qingqiu's "intrusion." Instead of being flustered or shy, they flirted and charmed, letting out a captivating laugh. Swaying gracefully, they rose from the pool, glistening with water droplets, and slowly approached Zuo Qingqiu.

"Husband~ let's have some fun~"

"Little sister~ Isn't big sister beautiful~"

"Sister~ You smell so good~"

The fragrance grew stronger, and soft whispers rang in my ears, carrying a hint of provocation and temptation.

Before one's eyes is a blinding white expanse; the extreme visual and sensory impact is enough to cause even the most resolute mind to succumb instantly and lose their composure.

Illusion.

Zuo Qingqiu stood in the center of the bath, surrounded by many stunning beauties, his face under the bamboo hat remaining calm and undisturbed.

Even the corners of her mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

To use illusion magic on a Golden Core True Monarch?

That's really... brave.

"break."

Zuo Qingqiu silently uttered a single word in her heart.

"Click—"

It was as if an invisible mirror had shattered before her eyes.

A luxurious bath, stunningly beautiful women, swirling mist, and irresistibly sweet...

All illusions, like bubbles in the sunlight, vanished without a trace in an instant.

Before me, the deep night still stretched out.

And... a silver-blue vortex that appeared beside me at some unknown time, spinning wildly as if it could devour everything.

This vortex, though only a few feet in diameter, was as deep as if it were connected to a black hole in the universe. At its center was a dark spot that exuded a chilling aura of annihilation.

Clearly, the illusion just now was merely a cover for the launch of this fatal attack.

This silver-blue vortex is the real killing move.

Judging from its aura, it seems to be some kind of spatial exile-type supernatural power, wanting to banish Zuo Qingqiu to an unknown wasteland, or even to the eternal void.

A terrifying suction force acted on Zuo Qingqiu, as if countless invisible tentacles were trying to drag her into the center of that silver-blue vortex.

however……

Zuo Qingqiu remained completely still.

The terrifying suction force, powerful enough to instantly pull in a cultivator at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, acted on her, yet it was like a gentle breeze brushing against a mountain, failing to shake her in the slightest.

She even had the leisure to adjust her straw hat again and carefully "examine" the silver-blue vortex.

"Interesting," she murmured to herself.

Then, she raised the steel sword in her hand again.

Facing the wildly spinning, all-consuming silver-blue vortex, he simply thrust out his sword.

The sword tip struck with unparalleled precision at the very center of the vortex, at the darkest and most unstable point in space.

"puff--."

A soft sound, like a bubble being popped.

The wildly spinning, all-consuming silver-blue vortex suddenly came to a standstill.

Immediately afterwards, countless fine cracks spread like a spider web across the entire vortex, centered on the spot where the sword tip had touched.

"Splash—"

The next moment, the silver-blue vortex, along with the terrifying spatial power it contained, disintegrated like shattered glass, turning into countless silver-blue spatial fragments that scattered in all directions.

Zuo Qingqiu, just before the vortex shattered, had already sheathed his sword and retreated hundreds of feet, avoiding the out-of-control spatial fragments.

She still stood there, her green robe fluttering in the wind, her bamboo hat tilted slightly, and the steel sword in her hand pointing diagonally at the ground. The blade was as clean as new, without even a scratch.

Throughout the entire process, she never took the initiative to attack, but calmly responded to each move as it came.

Calm and composed, handling things with ease.

It was as if they weren't engaged in a life-or-death struggle, but rather strolling leisurely, casually brushing the dust off their sleeves.

No matter what supernatural powers Xia Zhu displayed, what magical treasures she used, or what strange methods she employed, in front of Zuo Qingqiu, it was all like a child wielding a wooden sword, utterly vulnerable and easily defeated.

The gap in strength between the two sides is so vast that it is despairing.

This can no longer be called a "battle".

This is a completely one-sided, crushing toy.

It's like an adult teasing a crazed young beast that's trying its best but can't even touch the hem of its clothes.

Time slips away quietly in this "playful" way.

A few dozen breaths passed quickly.

For Zuo Qingqiu, these few dozen breaths were nothing more than a quick wrist exercise to warm up.

But for Xia Zhu, those few dozen breaths were the final, brilliant moment she gained by burning her life, her soul, and everything else.

"puff--"

In mid-air, Xia Zhu, who had been frantically attacking for dozens of breaths while maintaining his deformed three-headed, six-armed form, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of liquid mixed with fragments of internal organs and black, foul blood.

The violent aura emanating from her, a hundred times stronger than that of a fully realized Purple Mansion, began to plummet visibly like an avalanche.

Great Perfection of Purple Mansion... Late Stage of Purple Mansion... Middle Stage of Purple Mansion... Early Stage of Purple Mansion... Foundation Establishment... Qi Refining...

In just a few breaths, her cultivation level plummeted from the top to the bottom, declining rapidly until it finally stopped at the meager level of the third level of Qi Refining.

They can no longer even maintain the most basic ability to fly.

Not only that.

Her purplish-brown, demonically patterned, deformed skin now resembled parched, cracked earth, covered with dense, crisscrossing, and deep fissures that revealed the bone.

No blood flowed from the crack; only a viscous, dark red substance, resembling both magma and pus, slowly seeped out and dripped.

Her body was like a piece of porcelain, cracked and on the verge of shattering, as if a gentle touch would cause it to crumble and turn to dust.

The backlash from that power has finally arrived.

The erosion of the demon god's flesh and blood, the price of the Yama Curse, the depletion of the Burning Spirit Technique... the triple superposition of terrifying backlashes, like the most ferocious wave, instantly and completely submerged her already collapsing physical body and primordial spirit.

"Heh...heh..."

The excruciating pain exceeded all limits of imagination, and Xia Zhu's three heads simultaneously emitted a weak, hoarse gasp.

Life began to slip away rapidly, and the footsteps of death drew near.

On her deathbed, deep within her shattered pupils, a warm image was reflected from long, long ago: a white-clad man crouching in a dilapidated temple, reaching out his hand to her.

Then, the image shattered.

Consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, quickly went out.

She lost all her strength, like a kite with a broken string, falling helplessly and straight down to the hard, cold earth below from thousands of feet in the sky.

With her current Qi Refining stage cultivation level, and her cracked and nearly collapsed physical body, falling from this height...

The result is self-evident.

There is no doubt that he will die.

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Zuo Qingqiu hovered in the air, quietly watching the blood-red figure plummeting rapidly, as if it might disintegrate completely in mid-air at any moment.

He sighed softly to himself.

"Finally... it's over."

She had thought that this witch who dared to stay and even sacrifice her entire sect to fight against her might have some unknown and terrifying trump card that could threaten the True Lord.

result……

That's it?