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

The sect's foundation spanning hundreds of thousands of years and its millennia-long tradition of self-importance have fostered a domineering mentality that is deeply ingrained in the very bones of every member of the Fu Shui Xian sect.

In their view, apart from a dozen or so other super sects with equally long histories and the presence of Manifestation True Monarchs, there was nothing else on this Old Earth Continent that could catch their eye.

A newly appointed True Lord?

A newly promoted "rookie" whose foundation is not yet solid?

They wiped out a demonic sect?

Hmm, not bad, he's got some skills, proving his true identity as a True Lord is genuine, and he's decisive in killing, definitely a ruthless character.

But that's all...

On this day, in a pavilion on a mountain peak shrouded in mist and filled with the fragrance of ink, several young disciples dressed in the standard ink-wash robes of the Fu Shui Xian Sect, all of whom were at the Foundation Establishment stage, were gathered together to enjoy tea and discuss the Dao. The topic naturally turned to the most popular figure recently, "True Lord Zi Xu".

"Nine Heavens Taihua Purple Void Responding Origin Thunder Ancestor True Lord? The name sounds impressive. Nine Heavens Responding Origin, in charge of thunder, hehe..." A handsome male disciple with a hint of arrogance in his eyes took a sip of spiritual tea, chuckled, and spoke with undisguised disdain.

"Senior Brother Wang is absolutely right." A scantily clad female disciple chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "In the end, she's just a woman. As a woman myself, Junior Sister knows best the limitations of female cultivators. Female cultivators are inherently weaker than male cultivators in terms of physique and the will to seek the Dao. Even if she were to have a stroke of luck and attain the Golden Core stage, how much stronger could she really be? My Fu Shui Xian Sect has a history of hundreds of thousands of years, a profound foundation, and with the Supreme Elder overseeing us, how could a mere newly emerging True Monarch compare?"

"I've heard that this True Monarch Zixu is extremely beautiful, known as the 'Number One Fairy of Taihua Sect'?" Another slightly lewd disciple chimed in, a wicked glint in his eyes, and chuckled in a low voice, "Hehe, I wonder if this 'Fairy' True Monarch is as pure and virtuous as the legends say, untouched by worldly affairs? If I could...hehehe, the feeling of having sex with her once, I wonder what kind of heavenly pleasure that would be..."

"Junior Brother Li, watch your words!" The male disciple addressed as Senior Brother Wang frowned and interrupted, but his tone carried little reprimand, instead tinged with a hint of mockery. "The name of a True Lord has its own resonance. If you continue to spout nonsense here, be careful that a divine lightning bolt strikes down from afar, obliterating you body and soul."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Junior Brother Li waved his hand dismissively, even raising his voice deliberately with a hint of boasting and provocation. "This is the Hanmo Mountain Range! This is our Fu Shui Xian Sect's territory! Protected by the Dao principles and status of our Supreme Elder! Don't even think about saying a few words, or even if I pointed in the direction of Taihua Gate and cursed her, she wouldn't be able to sense it! Let alone unleash any lightning! Our Supreme Elder's 'Water and Ink Universe' great divine power is not just for show!"

His words drew a knowing chuckle from the other disciples in the pavilion.

Clearly, they all agree with this view.

Being within the domain of one's own True Lord's Dao is like having the most solid protective talisman. What's wrong with discussing other True Lords?

This is the arrogance and blind self-confidence that comes from long holding a position in a super sect and being accustomed to looking down on all living beings.

They had long forgotten that the majesty of a Golden Core True Monarch was not to be trifled with, and they had also forgotten that the majesty of their own Supreme Elder was built upon countless blood and bones.

They only enjoy the sense of security brought by the protection of the True Lord, and regard it as capital that can be squandered at will, or even used to provoke others.

Such remarks are not uncommon throughout the Fu Shui Xian Sect.

It's just a matter of whether the expression is subtle or direct.

The higher-ups within the Fu Shui Xian Sect, the elders and peak masters at the Purple Mansion stage, would certainly not be so superficial and reckless.

But in their hearts, the sense of superiority that belonged to the super sects was equally deeply rooted.

A newly promoted True Monarch is worthy of attention and vigilance, but... he is far from enough to make the Fu Shui Immortal Sect feel threatened, much less enough to make them lower themselves to actively befriend or fear him.

After all, the pillar of their Fu Shui Xian Sect is a veteran True Monarch who has lived for over eight thousand years and whose cultivation is unfathomable!

How much of a ripple can a "little girl" who is only a little over two hundred years old, less than a fraction of the age of her ancestors, possibly cause?

Destroying the Di Luo Sect certainly demonstrated their ruthless methods and formidable strength.

However, the Diluo Sect is, after all, a demonic sect. Although it has a deep foundation, it lacks a True Monarch to oversee it, and it also lacks the secrets and foundation of a super sect.

Destroying it would certainly not be easy, but in the eyes of a powerful super sect, it is not such an incredible thing.

If this True Lord Zixu is sensible and stays put in her little corner of the world, then everyone can live in peace and harmony.

If they don't know what's good for them...

Hmph, the foundation of the Fu Shui Xian Sect, spanning hundreds of thousands of years, is not something easily attained.

This is the most common sentiment among the entire Fu Shui Xian Sect towards Zuo Qingqiu, the newly promoted True Monarch, and her destruction of the Di Luo Sect.

His calm observation carried a hint of condescending superiority and a deep-seated disdain.

They have not yet realized that the destructive power and threat posed by a Thunder God known for his attack, destruction, and speed may far exceed their habitual perception based on their understanding of "Water Magic" and "Ink Painting Dao".

A storm is gathering on the distant horizon.

The immortal sect in the painting is still immersed in the long-standing dream of the "Celestial Dynasty's Supreme Sect," with the fragrance of ink permeating the air, believing that the world of painting is eternal and can withstand all wind and thunder.

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Deep within the Hanmo Mountains lies a wondrous place called "Chengche Peak".

This peak is neither the highest nor the most dangerous, but it possesses a unique and extraordinary aura of "washing away the superficial and returning to simplicity."

The mountain peak has a warm, smooth, and rounded appearance, like fine old jade, with few sharp edges.

No grass or trees grow on the peak, and no streams flow. Only the purest and most concentrated spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a solid milky white mist, lingers there all year round, yet it gives people a strange feeling of "crystal clear".

The summit of Chengche Peak is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been carefully polished by an invisible giant hand.

At the center of the summit, there is only an ancient, heavy, and naturally formed gray-white stone door embedded in the mountain wall.

The stone gate was tightly closed, with a smooth surface, no carvings, and no lock or door knocker, as if it were part of the mountain itself.

This is the place where the Supreme Elder of the Fu Shui Immortal Sect, True Lord Fu Shui, secluded himself for cultivation.

For thousands of years, apart from its seven direct disciples, no outsider has been able to set foot on this peak. Chengche Peak has long been the most mysterious and revered forbidden area symbol of the Fushui Immortal Sect.

At this moment, two figures stood silently outside the stone door that had been closed for countless years.

Both of them were wearing the highest-level "true disciple" attire of the Fu Shui Xian Sect—not the ink-wash robes of ordinary disciples, but a more solemn dark robe embroidered with faint golden cloud patterns and ink bamboo designs.

Their aura was restrained, yet as imposing as mountains and peaks. Simply by standing there, they seemed to be perfectly integrated with the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the Daoist charm of ink painting, clearly demonstrating that their cultivation had reached a state of perfection.