Chapter 1 Spring Goes and Autumn Comes

The snow falls heavily.

The world is full of disturbances, and the mortal realm is captivating.

Western Central Continent, the Kingdom of Jin.

This is a nation of talented scholars. In recent years, many famous scholars have emerged. Even thirteen years ago, a great Confucian scholar was born.

Therefore, the Kingdom of Jin is known as the nation of talented scholars in the western part of the Central Continent.

This is a highly talented country that reveres literature to an extreme. Even in the poorest villages, everyone can read.

And today, the Emperor of Jin is holding a grand banquet, using the nation's strength to invite talented scholars from all over the world to the capital of Jin.

Not only talented scholars, but also many cultivators are rushing to the Kingdom of Jin.

Perhaps because they are too bored, or perhaps because the world is peaceful, cultivators in the immortal world often participate in such activities.

Moreover, the princess of the Kingdom of Jin is a disciple of the Linglong Sacred Ground. She has invited many disciples of the Linglong Sacred Ground to attend the banquet.

Even disciples from the Seven Embroidery Workshop and the Tiansiang Sect have been invited.

As a result, not to mention the Ten Great Sacred Grounds, cultivators from other great domains are also rushing to the Kingdom of Jin.

At this time, within the Kingdom of Jin, on the Da Lin River.

This place is extremely quiet.

Snow is falling heavily, and all things are withering.

A solitary boat slowly appears.

On the solitary boat stands a man in white, purer than snow.

He stands erect on the solitary boat, viewing the beauty of the world.

The man is strange, wearing a wooden mask on his face.

Today is the fourth year of his mortal journey.

He stands in the solitary boat, recalling the bits and pieces of the past four years.

In these four years, he has traveled east and west, met all kinds of people, and heard all kinds of stories.

He has seen people become top scholars in the imperial examination, full of joy.

He has seen people die on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide.

He has seen people put on red makeup and happily marry.

In these four years, he has seen all kinds of things, both the beautiful and the dark sides.

Lu Changsheng is tempering a mortal heart in the mortal world.

This is the fourth year, and the mortal journey is almost complete.

Now, he plans to go to the Kingdom of Jin to complete the final transformation.

To see the faces of all beings, to observe the appearances of all beings.

The solitary boat slowly sails. In the distance, a fisherman wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat is fishing. In the sky filled with snow, one person is fishing.

In this vast landscape, not a single bird can be seen.

In this myriad of paths, not a single footprint can be found.

Lu Changsheng quietly appreciates all of this.

And so it continues, until the night.

The capital of the Kingdom of Jin.

At this time, it is already brightly lit, with lanterns hanging in every street and alley.

The entire capital is bustling with people, men, women, old, and young, truly a sea of people.

No weaker than the Lantern Festival of the Da Qian Dynasty, it is even more grand than the Lantern Festival.

Making friends through poetry.

At the Jianghe Bridge, lotus lanterns float down the river, and by the bridge, countless women are sending off colored lanterns.

This scene makes Lu Changsheng recall a scene from the past.

He smiles slightly.

"Look, there's someone there."

"Coming by boat, dressed in white."

"Who is that? Which young master is that? He looks so handsome. Help me call out and ask who he is."

"You can tell he's handsome even with a wooden mask on? Miss, what if he's an ugly monster? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"

"Looking at his temperament, he shouldn't be too bad."

By the river, many women are talking about it, and there are also some female cultivators.

Lu Changsheng even sees female disciples from the Linglong Sacred Ground. They stand on the bridge, also otherworldly. Because of their cultivation, they have an ethereal aura.

On the solitary boat.

Lu Changsheng smiles gently.

The trip to the Kingdom of Jin is the last stage of his mortal journey.

With his original heart, he will see the appearances of all beings.

He says nothing, but looks at the capital.

Everywhere is decorated with lanterns, beautifully arranged, a feast for the eyes.

Soon, the boat reaches the bridge.

Lu Changsheng stretches his waist. Although he doesn't take off the mask, Lu Changsheng's temperament can still attract countless gazes.

Like a peerless young master, he slowly walks ashore, and the boatmen by the shore are stunned.

It also makes countless women very curious about what kind of face is under the mask.

"May I ask this young master, would you be so kind as to allow my young lady to get to know you?"

Soon, a maid comes over. She looks at Lu Changsheng, with a slight blush on her face as she says this.

In an instant, many women can't help but feel regret, and repeatedly ask their attendants to inquire about Lu Changsheng.

However, Lu Changsheng shakes his head, but does not refuse in a very cold manner, so that people do not feel uncomfortable.

He walks alone, passing the maid, and walks into the mortal world, appreciating the beauty of the capital, unwilling to go to any banquet.

The myriad states of the mortal world, all beings are passers-by, and meeting is fate.

And to enjoy with all beings is the meaning of experiencing the mortal journey. Lu Changsheng really doesn't have much interest in love.

Lu Changsheng himself doesn't know why this is the case. In these years, he has often been curious.

He is so handsome. Logically speaking, he should have a Dao companion by now, right?

Although there is the Linglong Saintess, as well as Ziyun, and Sikong Nanqin, these beautiful women, he is still single to this day.

He can't figure it out, and finally doesn't want to think about it anymore.

He leaves alone, with an indescribable carefree and romantic air, causing countless women to be inexplicably sad, but still, many women follow Lu Changsheng slowly.

In the capital of the Kingdom of Jin, the lights are dim, and fireworks are rising in the sky, like trees of fire and silver flowers.

In the streets and alleys, there are people performing, scholars composing poems, and couples accompanying each other.

Poetry and lantern festivals, talented scholars and beautiful women, showcasing the beauty of the human world.

This is the mortal world.

Beautiful beyond description.

However, at this moment, in the dimly lit place, Lu Changsheng sees a familiar figure.

It is Qian Yunrou.

The current Linglong Sacred Mistress.

She is also here, wearing a white dress and a white veil hat, with a graceful figure and a beautiful temperament. Even without seeing her appearance, one knows that she is a stunningly beautiful person.

Lu Changsheng is somewhat surprised.

He didn't expect to meet Junior Sister Yunrou here.

He chuckles.

Then slowly approaches.

However, quickly, several women block Lu Changsheng's path.

"This young master, my young lady does not like strangers approaching."

These are the disciples of the Linglong Sacred Ground. They are disguised, guarding the Linglong Sacred Mistress.

They are just afraid that some people will disturb the Saintess's elegance.

"Tell your young lady that an old friend is meeting."

Lu Changsheng says with a light smile.

Upon hearing this, several disciples can't help but be very curious. Although Lu Changsheng has an extraordinary temperament, he is wearing a mask, and they don't know what he looks like.

But, at this moment, the Linglong Sacred Mistress suddenly turns her head.

Under the white veil, the Linglong Sacred Mistress's exquisite face is difficult to conceal, and her ethereal temperament further highlights her beauty.

Through the white veil, Lu Changsheng can see the other party's surprise and astonishment.