Plum Mountain, the already sizable True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao's Residence.
Yang Jian sat quietly on the steps before the residence gates. Dressed in a loose pale-blue robe, his handsome face calm and at ease, he lowered his head to wipe down the old companion that had accompanied him for many years—the sharp weapon he took into battle.
—Heavenly Court Entertainment · Bronze Mirror Live Broadcast Terminal · Erlang Custom Edition.
Back when he cultivated at Jade Spring Mountain, he had always felt that the Heavenly Court was a place bristling with rules, terribly oppressive. The immortals and gods who served the Heavenly Court all trembled with fear, while high-ranking immortals and gods held the power of life and death over those of lower rank.
Only later did he realize he had been overthinking it.
The Heavenly Court's atmosphere was actually wonderful. Aside from not being allowed to openly fall in love, lower-ranking immortals and gods could enjoy themselves to the fullest when off duty—drink wine, chat, cultivate away their loneliness, savor life, and watch live broadcasts.
The Heavenly Court did not permit overtime, after all. Every immortal and god had to take shifts to earn merit.
A true immortal's life.
He had been a Heavenly Court Recorder for quite some time. The content he showed his Heavenly Court buddies had expanded from slaying demons to farming and fishing, then to mortal funerals, demon beasts giving birth, and all manner of things besides.
Anything the Heavenly Court lacked was something he could broadcast. That was his second greatest advantage.
Of course, his greatest advantage was actually his face and temperament. It was something Yang Jian was unwilling to admit, yet had no choice but to admit.
If he opened the bronze mirror right now and simply sat here quietly, he could