The State of Jin, the Feast of Ultimate Bliss
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Heavy snow was falling.
The world is full of turmoil, and the mortal world keeps many people here.
In the western part of Central Province, Jin Kingdom.
This is a land of talented people, as it has produced many famous scholars over the years, and even a great Confucian scholar was born thirteen years ago.
Therefore, the Jin Kingdom was known as the "Land of Talented Scholars" in the western part of Central Province.
This is a very talented country that highly values education; even in the poorest villages, everyone is literate.
Today, the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom is hosting a Pure Land Banquet, mobilizing the entire nation to welcome talented individuals from across the land to the Jin Kingdom.
Not only talented scholars from all over the world, but also many cultivators rushed to the Jin Kingdom.
Perhaps because they are too bored, or perhaps because the world is at peace, cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation World nowadays often participate in such activities.
Moreover, the princess of the Jin Kingdom was a disciple of the Exquisite Holy Land, and she invited many disciples of the Exquisite Holy Land to attend the gathering.
Even disciples from the Seven Elegances Court and the Heavenly Fragrance Sect were invited to participate.
As a result, not only the Ten Great Holy Lands, but also cultivators from other major regions rushed to the Jin Kingdom.
Meanwhile, within the territory of the Jin Kingdom, on the Great Lin River.
It was incredibly quiet here.
Heavy snow fell, and everything withered.
A lone boat slowly appeared.
On the lone boat stood a man dressed in white, as pure as snow.
He stood atop the lone boat, gazing upon the beauty of the world.
The man was strange; he was wearing a wooden mask.
Today marks the fourth year since he Mortal Transformation.
He stood in the lonely boat, recalling the bits and pieces of the past four years.
Over the past four years, he has traveled around, met all sorts of people, and heard all sorts of stories.
He had seen people who had achieved the highest Number One Scholar in the imperial examinations, their faces beaming with joy.
He had seen people die on the battlefield, their bodies wrapped in horsehide.
He had seen people dressed in red and crowns, happily getting married.
Over the past four years, I've encountered all sorts of people, both the beautiful and the dark.
Lu Changsheng experienced the trials of a mortal heart in the mortal world.
This is the fourth year, and he has almost reached the Mortal Transformation.
Now, he plans to go to the Jin Kingdom to complete his final transformation.
See the faces of all beings, observe their appearances.
A lone boat sails slowly, and in the distance, a fisherman wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat is fishing. Amidst the swirling snow, a lone fisherman is fishing.
Across these mountains and rivers, not a single bird can be seen.
These countless paths and trails bear no trace of human footprints.
Lu Changsheng quietly appreciated all of this.
And so it went until nightfall.
The capital of the Jin Kingdom.
By this time, the streets and alleys were already brightly lit, with dazzling lanterns hanging everywhere.
The entire capital was teeming with people, men, women, and children; it was a sea of people.
It was no less grand than the Lantern Festival of the Great Qian Dynasty, and perhaps even more so.
Making friends through poetry.
At the bridgehead, lotus lanterns floated downstream, and countless women were hanging colorful lanterns along the bridge.
This scene reminded Lu Changsheng of a scene from the past.
He smiled slightly.
"Look, there's a person over there."
"Arriving by boat, dressed in white, purer than snow."
"Who is this? Is he that young master? He looks very handsome. Can you call out to him for me and ask who it is?"
"You can tell someone is handsome just by wearing a wooden mask? Miss, what if he's an ugly monster? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"
"Judging from his demeanor, he must be quite good."
On the riverbank, many women were discussing the matter, including some female nuns.
Lu Changsheng even saw female disciples from the Exquisite Holy Land. They stood at the bridgehead, looking extraordinary and ethereal, their cultivation giving them an air of otherworldly grace.
On a lone boat.
Lu Changsheng smiled gently.
His journey to the Jin Kingdom was the final stage of his Mortal Transformation.
See the true nature of all beings with your own heart.
He said nothing, but instead looked around the capital city.
Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, creating a beautiful scene.
Soon, the boat reached the bridge.
Lu Changsheng stretched his waist, and although he did not remove his mask, every move he made captivated countless women.
After all, Lu Changsheng's charisma still attracts countless eyes.
He walked slowly ashore like a peerless gentleman, leaving the boatmen on the shore stunned.
This has made countless women extremely curious about what kind of face lies beneath the mask.
"Excuse me, sir, would you do me the honor of meeting me? My young lady would like to get to know you."
Soon, a maid came over, looked at Lu Changsheng, and said with a slight blush on her face.
In an instant, many women were filled with regret and repeatedly asked their attendants to inquire about Lu Changsheng.
However, Lu Changsheng shook his head, but his refusal was not harsh, so it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.
He walked alone, past the maid, and headed into the mortal world to admire the beautiful scenery of the capital, without intending to attend any banquet.
In this mortal world, all beings are but passersby; to have met them is to have a connection.
Sharing joy with all beings is the true meaning of Mortal Transformation's trials and tribulations; Lu Changsheng has little interest in romance.
Lu Changsheng himself didn't know why, and he had often wondered about it over the years.
With my handsome looks, I should dao companion by now, right?
Despite having beauties like the Exquisite Holy Maiden, Ziyun, and Si Kong Nanqin, he is still single.
I couldn't figure it out, so I stopped thinking about it.
He left alone, exuding an indescribable air of elegance and charm, causing countless women to feel inexplicably heartbroken. Yet, quite a few women still followed Lu Changsheng as he walked slowly.
Inside the Jin Kingdom, the lights were dim, and fireworks lit up the sky, creating a dazzling display of light and color.
In the streets and alleys, there are people performing, scholars reciting poetry, and couples enjoying each other's company.
The poetry and lantern festival, with its talented men and beautiful women, showcases the beauty of the world.
This is the true nature of the mortal world.
It's so beautiful it's indescribable.
But at that very moment, in the dim light, Lu Changsheng saw a familiar figure.
It is Qian Yunrou.
The contemporary, Exquisite Holy Lord.
She also arrived, dressed in white with a white veil. She had a petite figure and an exquisite temperament. Even without seeing her face, one could tell she was an exceptionally beautiful person.
Lu Changsheng was somewhat surprised.
I never expected to run into Junior Sister Yunrou here.
He chuckled softly.
Then it slowly approached.
However, several women soon blocked Lu Changsheng's path.
"Young master, my young lady does not like strangers to get close to her."
These are disciples of the Exquisite Holy Land, disguised and guarding the Exquisite Holy Lord.
It's just that we're afraid some people might disturb the Holy Lord's refined taste.
"Tell your young lady that it is an old friend you have met."
Lu Changsheng chuckled.
Upon hearing this, the disciples became very curious. Although Lu Changsheng had an extraordinary demeanor, he wore a mask and they didn't know what he looked like.
But at that very moment, the Exquisite Holy Lord turned around.
Beneath the white veil, the Exquisite Holy Lord was impossible to conceal; her ethereal, otherworldly aura further accentuated her beauty.
Through the white veil, Lu Changsheng could see the other person's surprise and astonishment.