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

Offering companionship and emotional support through conversation?

Database and Information Management?

Virtual simulation and scientific research assistance?

Moreover, it can be sized as desired and its computing power expanded.

This Xuanjian magic weapon is quite interesting...

To be honest, for Zuo Qingqiu, a Golden Core True Monarch, refining a Xuanjian magic treasure with similar functions would not be difficult for her, whether in terms of materials or technology.

However exquisite a magical artifact may be, and powerful in its functions, whether it can give birth to a "spirit" is entirely a matter of probability, a matter of chance, a matter of the workings of heaven and earth, and cannot be forced by human power.

Having a spirit means that this magical artifact has the potential to "grow," to better understand its master's intentions, to autonomously optimize its functions, and even to progress and evolve along with its master over the long years to come.

What's even more remarkable is that this spirit, Youli, although "afraid of death" and "slippery," has a clear mind, rigorous logic, and comprehensive functions, making it the most ideal "assistant."

At her current level, she has no shortage of money, power, or fame.

But the path to immortality is long and arduous, and the higher one climbs, the colder it gets; one can indeed feel a sense of loneliness at times.

Having such an "interesting" spirit companion, providing some emotional support, seems like a good idea, doesn't it?

Just as Zuo Qingqiu's thoughts were racing, Youli in the mirror, seeing its master's silence and seemingly afraid that its master wouldn't believe its "usefulness," quickly added:

"If Master doesn't believe me, Youli can demonstrate right here!"

Without waiting for Zuo Qingqiu's response, it immediately adjusted the virtual avatar's expression, changing it to an extremely devout look, and praised in a clear, girlish voice:

"The master's imperial carriage arrived in the mortal world, like purple clouds coming from the east, illuminating the world with the dawn;

The master's divine appearance shines in the world, like a celestial being standing tall, guarding the eight wastelands and inheriting the primordial order.

The master's eyes held the stars, and as they turned, they seemed to reveal the mysteries of the universe.

The master's spirit is as still as a deep mountain, and in silence it is as if the primordial chaos is hidden within.

With each breath the master exhales and exhales, he awakens the true essence of the Great Dao;

Wherever the master's steps reach, the innate divine decree shines forth.

"The master is the manifestation of the Way and the brilliance of virtue."

The master, entrusted with the mandate of heaven, wields wondrous laws and controls cause and effect to deliver beings from the netherworld.

Though obscure and ignorant, it is offered before its master, like a vessel tempered by spirit, like grass receiving morning dew.

This kindness and virtue are debts that can never be repaid, even in countless eons.

"Youli now vows:"

I wish to transform into a blue phoenix carrying a lamp, forever illuminating my master's path to enlightenment;

May our radiance become the guiding starlight, shining eternally amidst heavenly tribulations and the path of confusion;

May these thoughts scatter into countless divine ideas, pervading all realms to comprehend the profound principles, assisting the master in attaining the supreme and unsurpassed profound understanding.

The praise was lavish, the language ornate, the metaphors novel, the emotions abundant, and the tone sincere. It lauded Zuo Qingqiu from all angles, from appearance and temperament to strength, status, merits, and future.

Even with Zuo Qingqiu's usually calm and collected mind, hearing the praise delivered in such an innocent child's voice at such a "professional" level, she couldn't help but feel a faint sense of pleasure.

Yes, nobody dislikes hearing nice things.

Especially when these kind words are spoken so "seriously" and "professionally," and come from the mouth of a seemingly delicate, cute, and harmless "spirit."

That feeling was very peculiar.

The curve of Zuo Qingqiu's lips deepened even further.

"Alright." She gently raised her hand, interrupting You Li's seemingly ongoing praise. "I've seen your abilities."

"From this day forward, you shall stay by my side."

Upon hearing this, Youli in the mirror instantly broke into an incredibly bright, even dazzling, smile, her ruby ​​eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Thank you for taking me in, Master! Youli will certainly do her utmost to serve you!"

Zuo Qingqiu said no more, extended her right hand, and gently pressed her palm onto the smooth, dark silver mirror surface.

With a thought, a wisp of divine consciousness, containing the supreme Yin Thunder Dao principles and as vast as the sea, like the finest scalpel, instantly penetrated the core restrictions of the Demon Mirror and found the soul imprint left by its former master, Xia Zhu, which had become loose and unstable due to her death.

A light touch.

"puff."

A barely audible sound.

The mark left by Xia Zhu vanished instantly, like a dewdrop in the sunlight, completely erased.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Qingqiu's unique, more condensed and powerful divine soul imprint, imbued with the aura of purple-black lightning, was deeply and indelibly imprinted on the core restriction of the Demon Mirror, connecting with the origin of the artifact spirit You Li, like an imperial seal that reigns supreme.

The moment the recognition was completed, Zuo Qingqiu clearly felt that she had established a close and mysterious connection with the magic mirror and its spirit, Youli.

She could clearly sense You Li's joyful, reassured, and slightly ingratiating spiritual fluctuations, and could completely control everything about this magic mirror in an instant.

Her mind started racing again.

"Buzz—"

The six-foot-tall dark silver magic mirror rapidly shrank, eventually transforming into a small silver mirror the size of a palm, resembling an exquisite dressing mirror, which fell into her palm.

Zuo Qingqiu looked at the exquisite little mirror in her palm. In the mirror, You Li's virtual image was blinking its big ruby ​​eyes, looking at her obediently.

She casually put the "Magic Mirror" into the storage bag at her waist.

Well, this trip has yielded its first "unexpected gain".

-

Putting away the Demon Mirror Youli, Zuo Qingqiu's gaze fell on the second special magic weapon floating in front of her.

It was a scroll.

The scroll is made of an unknown dark purple animal hide, with warm black jade inlaid at both ends, and the scroll body is carved with intricate and alluring patterns of flowers and beauties.

The rolled-up painting exudes an eerie aura, a mixture of perfume and faint resentment.

Zuo Qingqiu reached out and slashed in mid-air.

The scroll flew into her hand, cool to the touch. The animal hide had a delicate texture, but gave her an uncomfortable, slippery feeling.

She slowly unrolled the scroll.

The painting is woven from the finest "Snow Silk Cloud Brocade," which shimmers with a faint ethereal glow. Its texture is supple and as thin as a cicada's wing.

When the scroll was fully unfurled, revealing its contents, Zuo Qingqiu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The painting depicts neither mountains and rivers, nor insects and fish, nor Taoist symbols and talismans.

Instead, there were a full one hundred beauties, each with a unique posture, lifelike, and breathtakingly beautiful!

These beauties are standing, sitting, leaning, or reclining; some are playing the zither, some are dancing, some are playing chess, and some are admiring flowers... The background is a luxurious and extravagant garden with pavilions and waterside terraces.

They are all different in appearance and temperament. Some are as cool as the moon, some are as beautiful as flowers, some are as gentle as water, and some are lively and agile... They are all stunning beauties, enough to make any man's heart flutter.

What's even more strange is that these beauties are not static portraits. Their eyes seem to move, their clothes seem to flutter in the wind, and one can even faintly hear the sounds of string and wind instruments and the laughter of women coming from the paintings.

The entire scroll painting is a work of art, showcasing "beauty" and "desire" to the fullest extent.

However, Zuo Qingqiu sensed a deep-seated sorrow within that extreme "beauty".