In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.
On the day of the Longjoy Festival, the streets grew even livelier, with some packed shoulder to shoulder.
There were many young men and women on the streets, most of them dressed with surprising elegance.
Besides them, there were all sorts of snack stalls and stalls selling little trinkets.
Su Jiu stood beside a wonton stall, watching the people come and go.
Beside her, the stall owner called out, "Wontons! Thin wrappers and generous fillings!"
Su Jiu glanced to the side and discovered that, at some point, quite a few people had filled the seats at the humble stall.
Most were ordinary mortals. They could not take Grain-Banishing Pills and could only sustain their lives with food like this, which contained not a trace of spiritual qi. Yet such food could not extend their lifespans. After a hundred years, without the nourishment of spiritual qi, they would still grow old and die.
To Su Jiu, however, these things were little more than impurities, so she had no need for them.
Just as she was about to leave, a married couple suddenly sat down. Both were cultivators.
Su Jiu gave the couple another look, faintly puzzled. Weren't they afraid that eating ordinary grains would cause too many impurities to accumulate in their bodies and slow their cultivation?
"Two bowls of wontons, please!" the female cultivator said eagerly, clearly delighted.
The male cultivator tapped her forehead, his face brimming with affection. "Ordinary grains aren't suitable for us, after all. We should still eat less of them in the future."
The female cultivator shook her head carelessly. "At worst, can't we just take pills to expel the impurities that build up in our bodies?"
"Who said I was only worried about the impurities