Heavenly music drifted through the Celestial Court, while auspicious vapors and rosy clouds stretched in countless radiant streams.
Living in the Celestial Court was, at the very least, pleasing to the eye. Even an inconspicuous little wooden house tucked into some clean, tidy corner was quite comfortable. Immortal qi was abundant and convenient for cultivation; every day came with wondrous heavenly music and the scent of immortal peaches. If not for the endless wars, it would certainly have been blissful.
Bai Yujun returned once more after completing a mission in the mortal world.
While hitching a ride, she pulled out her little notebook, turned to a page, and saw it filled with countless tally marks. Every time she returned from a mission, she added one stroke. If it had been a major matter, she used a brush to make it thicker; if nothing much had happened, she made it thinner. Year after year, month after month, day after day.
"Alas, another year gone by. The Peach Banquet has been held several times already, and I have not even had watered-down peach juice."
The wooden boat still needed some time to reach Jade Pool, so she took the opportunity to rummage through her storage pouch and inspect the spoils of war.
It was a heap of not particularly valuable junk. Perhaps she could sell it on the mortal realm's black market. This was the one benefit of being a patrolling immortal general—kill rebellious cultivators, demons, monsters, and ghosts, then pick up their junk and sell it.
She considered descending to the mortal world during her next rest day to dispose of the supplies that had piled up for so long.
Before long, she spotted the floating immortal island of Jade Pool in the distance.
They had arrived.
She jumped from the