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

Zuo Qingqiu looked at the hundred beautiful souls before him, who were emotionally agitated and pleading desperately, and remained silent for a moment.

She is not the kind of domineering person who uses the guise of "for your own good" to forcefully impose her will.

Since they made their own choice, preferring to exist as "soul slaves" in these paintings rather than lose themselves and enter that uncertain cycle of reincarnation...

Then let's respect their choice.

"Fine." Zuo Qingqiu sighed softly. "Since you are unwilling, then you shall follow me from now on."

"Perfect timing. My Zixu Peak is only inhabited by a handful of people, and it's usually too deserted. More people would make it more lively."

Upon hearing Zuo Qingqiu's agreement, the souls of the hundred beauties felt as if they had been granted a pardon, weeping with joy, and once again bowed down in unison:

"Thank you for taking me in, fairy!"

"We servants will certainly do our utmost to serve the fairy!"

"This servant will certainly be loyal and utterly devoted, with absolutely no disloyalty!"

Zuo Qingqiu waved his hand: "Get up, everyone. Since you're staying, you need to have a title to make it easier to distinguish each other."

She thought for a moment and said, "Let's arrange you according to your birth dates. The oldest will be called 'Eldest Sister,' the next 'Second Sister,' and so on, up to 'Ninety-Nine Sister.' The youngest will be called 'Little Sister.' How does that sound?"

This proposal is simple, direct, easy to distinguish, and avoids confusion in terminology.

Upon hearing this, the hundred beauties quickly communicated using the special communication method between the souls of the Hundred Beauties Diagram and soon reached an agreement.

"We will obey the fairy's command." Xiu Niang bowed again on behalf of all the women.

"In that case, let's get to know each other again." Zuo Qingqiu said, casually taking out an ordinary wooden chair from his storage bag, placing it in front of him, and sitting down comfortably.

The hundred beauties understood and immediately proceeded in the order they had just arranged, starting with the oldest "Big Sister," and walked in front of Zuo Qingqiu one by one.

Each beauty would stop about three steps away from Zuo Qingqiu, bow gracefully to her seated chair, her movements elegant, charming, or dignified, each with its own unique style, and then softly announce her new number.

"My dear sister..."

"My second sister..."

"My third sister..."

"Slave ninety-nine sisters..."

"My little sister..."

For a time, the air was filled with the sounds of birdsong and the graceful figures of women, each with their own unique beauty.

One hundred stunning beauties stepped forward to pay their respects. If an outsider were to witness such a scene, they would probably think that some immortal had descended to earth to select a celestial consort. It was a magnificent sight, and at the same time, it had a strange and beautiful quality.

Zuo Qingqiu sat upright in the chair, his expression calm and his gaze cold, as if he were merely inspecting an ordinary team.

Only occasionally, when a certain beauty's appearance or temperament is particularly outstanding, will one linger for a moment longer.

Soon, all one hundred beauties had finished "introducing themselves" again.

Zuo Qingqiu nodded slightly, a thought flashing through her mind.

The souls of the hundred beauties transformed into streams of light and returned to the unfolding "Hundred Beauties Picture".

The images of a hundred beauties reappear on the scroll.

At this moment, however, the expressions on their faces seemed to have less sorrow and more peace.

Zuo Qingqiu raised her hand and beckoned, and the Hundred Beauties Painting automatically rolled up and flew into her hand.

Following the same method, she easily erased the soul imprint left by the previous owner on the scroll, deeply imprinted her own mark, and completed the recognition of the owner.

Sensing the fluctuations emanating from the souls of the hundred beauties in the painting—a mixture of awe, gratitude, and a glimmer of hope for new life—Zuo Qingqiu casually put the "Hundred Beauties Painting" into his storage bag.

Well, the second "unexpected gain" has also arrived.

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After putting away the Magic Mirror Youli and the Hundred Beauties Picture, Zuo Qingqiu's gaze swept over the "pile of junk" that had shrunk considerably but was still piled up like a mountain.

With a wave of her hand, she collected the remaining "spoils of war" and categorized them into different storage artifacts.

By this point, the valuable items on the surface of the ruins of the Diluo Sect Mountain Gate had been almost completely looted.

But that's not all.

Zuo Qingqiu slowly lowered his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of ruins and rock, looking down at the land beneath his feet, deep within the Yanfu Mountains.

As a Golden Core True Monarch, her perception of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth and the circulation of earth energy has reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

She could clearly "see" that beneath this ravaged mountain range, the earth's dragon vein, which had been flowing ceaselessly and nourishing the Diluo Sect for tens of thousands of years, was now becoming disordered, stagnant, and even showing signs of drying up and becoming blocked due to the severe damage to the mountain's structure and the terrifying energy impact of the previous battle.

Given time, this dragon vein may gradually repair itself, stabilize again, and nurture new sacred lands.

Of course, it may also completely dry up and disappear, turning the Yanfu Mountains into a true dead land and wasteland.

But Zuo Qingqiu didn't intend to give it that chance.

She slowly raised her hands, palms down, and pressed them lightly against the ground below.

"The earth's veins return to their origin, the dragon's energy obeys its command—"

The clear, melodious voice, carrying an undeniable authority, echoed through the ruins.

The next moment, an invisible and intangible yet vast and boundless Daoist aura emanated from Zuo Qingqiu's body, creating a strange resonance with the earth beneath his feet and the chaotic dragon energy of the earth veins!

"Rumble..."

The entire ruins of the Yanfu Mountains began to tremble violently!

It was not a destructive earthquake, but a strange rhythm that was deeper, as if the earth itself was "breathing" and "contracting"!

Centered on Zuo Qingqiu, the spiritual energy of the earth's veins within a radius of hundreds of miles began to converge and compress wildly towards the location beneath her feet!

From the cracks in the ground, what surged forth was no longer magma, but streams of golden, dark yellow, or bluish-black energy, condensed as if into a solid form... the earth's vein dragon energy!

As if summoned by the supreme authority, these dragon energies rushed out from the depths of the earth, transforming into lifelike "gaseous dragon shadows" of varying sizes, emitting deep dragon roars, and converging towards Zuo Qingqiu's palm!

More and more dragon energy is being extracted and gathered!

Gradually, in the void beneath Zuo Qingqiu's palm, a fist-sized ball of light, exuding a chilling, heavy, vast, and majestic aura, began to slowly take shape and solidify!

The ball of light was initially illusory, but with the infusion of massive amounts of earth vein dragon energy, it quickly became solid, and its color changed from mixed to pure, eventually transforming into a deep, restrained, and seemingly containing endless vitality of the earth—a mysterious yellow!

When the last wisp of free-floating, valuable dragon energy was extracted and merged into the ball of light—

"Buzz—!!"

The dark yellow light suddenly contracted inward, bursting out with a dazzling yet not blinding radiance!