At noon, she was utterly languid and sleepy.
She stopped refining medicine, went outside the hall, and lay over the railing to doze. The breeze was gentle, and the sunlight had warmed the railing until it was pleasantly hot. With both hands tucked into her sleeves, all her weight pressed against the rail, she squinted and basked in the reassuring, happy little sun.
The peace was tranquil and carefree. Her dragon tail hung still, giving a light swish now and then.
Lihentian was rich in immortal qi and serene. She could refine medicine and cultivate at the same time without either delaying the other. This was Doushuai Heaven, after all—the place where Laojun resided and refined pills, the supreme immortal palace that countless people dreamed of, filled everywhere with immortal pills of longevity.
Strictly speaking, Bai Yujun could be considered a junior of Laojun's Daoist lineage. After all, she had started her path by cultivating the Chunyang Art.
The cool breeze blew strands of hair across her cheeks, making them itch.
"So nice..."
In the future, she should take on more tasks like this.
There was no need to risk her life or run herself ragged everywhere. She could bask in the sun and do a little work, living at ease—better than those immortals on Penglai Immortal Island who did nothing but eat. Oh, those Penglai Island loafers who knew only how to eat and never worked should be called idle gods instead: burdens of the immortal realm, a gathering place for salted meat.
After eating, Bai Yujun rested and stared blankly into space, preparing to finish the last fruit.
The main hall of Doushuai Palace.
Immortal mist and rosy clouds curled around the palace, ancient and quiet.
An old man sat cross-legged in the seat of honor. He wore