Stealing Peaches of Immortality

Bai Yujun stood in a corner of the Jade Pool.

She curled her lip. This dragon was indeed a wild dragon born in the mortal world below—greedy for life, fearful of death, lazy, and gluttonous—but she was especially good at staying alive. If an enemy was weak, she would swagger over and finish them off; if they were strong, she would hunker down and outlive them.

Even if the enemy died, it did not matter. She would dig up their grave, wait by the cycle of reincarnation, and persist in delivering the finishing blow.

Those with low hatred values, like Li Xiangyan, and those with high hatred values, like the holder of that treasured sword at Dragon Gate—sooner or later, she would come knocking to settle the score and collect interest.

In truth, Bai Yujun had not willingly stayed in Heaven as a menial servant.

When she had first arrived at Heaven's South Heavenly Gate, she had pushed her sense of smell and every other sensory talent to their utmost limits.

She had searched with all her strength for any aura connected to that sword.

She had not found its owner. After killing the scapegoat that year, the sword had indeed flown up to the Immortal Realm, but no one knew whose hands it had fallen into afterward. In any case, she had found no trace of it in Heaven. Perhaps its owner was not in Heaven.

The sword's purpose had been to prevent the Flood Dragon to Dragon Transformation. Since she had successfully transformed into a dragon, she could not determine whether her opponent would continue pursuing her.

At today's gathering of immortals at the Jade Pool, she had once again taken the chance to sniff for its scent, yet still found nothing. She also paid some attention to