Chapter 64: The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

Inside the Peach Valley Grotto-Heaven.

No one asked about the past, no one stood on seniority.

When the mood struck, they discussed the Dao and debated its mysteries; when interest waned, each cultivated on their own.

Occasionally they traveled together, fishing on the lake, climbing high to gaze into the distance.

Li Qizi even dragged Lin Qi along to watch the sunrise.

And so, in the blink of an eye, three months passed.

That day, Lin Qi was in the medicinal fields discussing the cultivation of Spirit Ginseng with Qiuyun.

Suddenly, Gushe ran over, saying Li Qizi had caught a rare Dragon Bone Fish, and that a batch of Spirit Wine she had brewed some days ago was now ready to drink.

So they decided to hold a banquet that evening.

Lin Qi readily agreed.

Soon, another Peach Valley gathering was held smoothly.

Li Qizi provided the fish, Gushe brought the wine, and the siblings Ye Zijun and Ye Sanshu brought some Spirit Fruit they had grown.

Wang Huaigu and Qiuyun, the couple, also brought some pastries Qiuyun had made.

Only Lin Qi and Gao Tianyou had the nerve to come empty-handed.

Once everyone was seated, it was another round of drinking and singing.

During it, Lin Qi, feeling a little embarrassed, casually made a flute and somewhat clumsily played a tune of his homeland's scenery, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Gushe could not help but take out her zither and played a duet with Lin Qi.

After three rounds of wine, it came time to discuss the Dao again.

Suddenly Li Qizi clapped his hands and called out, "Right, we used to be called the Seven Friends of Peach Valley, but now Fellow Daoist Lin has arrived. Shouldn't we change it?"

"We should change it. Let's make it the Eight Friends of Peach Valley. From now on, no more calling him Lao Qi — it's Lao Ba."

Ye Zijun laughed heartily.

"No, no. I don't want to be called Lao Ba."

Li Qizi shook his head repeatedly, drawing laughter from everyone. Then Wang Huaigu said with a smile, "With Fellow Daoist Lin here, we indeed can no longer be called the Seven Friends of Peach Valley. In my view, why not call it the Eight Sages of Peach Valley?"

"Eight Sages is good, sounds better than Eight Friends."

"I think it works."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, what do you think?"

Gushe pressed her fingers on the zither strings, her snow-white skin tinted with the flush of wine, as beautiful as peach and plum blossoms, and looked at Lin Qi as she asked.

Lin Qi smiled. "Why not call it the Eight Immortals of Peach Valley? After all, every Fellow Daoist present has the bearing of an exiled immortal."

"The Eight Immortals of Peach Valley?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then clapped and cheered.

"I was originally a person of heaven, descended to the mortal world as an exiled immortal."

Gushe's brows and eyes were lively as she murmured a line, then raised her wine cup to toast Lin Qi. "Fellow Daoist Lin, if you know how to talk, then talk a little more."