Sometimes, immortals truly lived carefree, unfettered lives.
The Daoist Mountain was peaceful and natural. One could find a scenic spot and play a game of Go, boil water from a spring dripping over the rocks to savor fragrant tea, or have you play the zither while I played the flute, composing a tune of immortal joy. Invite three or five old friends and acquaintances to share a pot of fine wine—how carefree were the immortals of heaven.
Drunk, I wandered east to rest in the Valley of the Sun; a Fusang tree hung from my wine gourd.
Bai Yujun envied Xu Ling and Yang Mu for not having to go out on missions every day. This was the life of an immortal.
"I'm so sleepy~"
"After working, fighting, and risking my life every day, suddenly resting feels a little strange. Such a laboring fate, sigh. I'm a fierce divine beast who kills without blinking. I shouldn't be degenerating like this, sigh~"
After saying that, she reached out, grabbed a bunch of grapes from beside her, and started eating.
"But this really is so leisurely and comfortable. Too bad there's no meat."
In the green bamboo grove nearby, Xu Ling was narcissistically taking selfies. She had somehow learned about blurred foregrounds and backgrounds, side poses, and angled shots. Her skills were first-rate. Without a teacher, she had figured out how to film videos of immortals flying through the air—a true expert.
Inside the pavilion, Yang Mu leaned against the railing and watched anime, using Immortal Arts to magically simulate the anime's abilities...
Bai Yujun sighed.
"They're all talented people~"
She gnawed the huge bunch of grapes clean, then began eating a pomegranate.
Tired from playing, Xu Ling ran over and lay down without a care for her image. Bai Yujun truly