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Chapter 334: Comprehending the Mortal World, Han Muye Enters the Grandmaster Realm of ConfucianismTranslator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“So the crown prince is here.” Liao Chen also saw this young man and bowed with a smile. “I was just confused for a moment and said nonsense. It can’t be taken seriously.”

He cupped his hands as he spoke.

This young man was the heir of the Western Garrison King. It was no wonder that he was angry. After all, Liao Chen was talking about his sister, even if there was no saying in the Central Continent Dynasty that women could not appear in public.

Liao Chen had apologized. Although the little heir was still angry, he did not pursue the matter. He glared at Han Muye and turned to walk into the cabin.

Seeing him leave, Liao Chen stood up and cupped his hands apologetically at Han Muye. Then he said in a low voice, “The Western Garrison King is obsessed with cultivation, and it’s difficult for him to have children. The young princess, Yunduan, was raised like a prince since she was young.”

I see, Han Muye thought.

“In any case, let’s not provoke this person.” Liao Chen laughed and raised his hand. “Brother Han, please.”

A few women in pink walked forward, and Han Muye waved his hand.

He was not exactly clean-living, but he was not interested in flirtation.

Liao Chen laughed and walked into the cabin with the women in pink beside him.

The cabin was vast, and the decorations were luxurious.

Pearls shone everywhere, illuminating the cabin.

Such pearls cost 100 spiritual rocks each.

As for the various hanging ornaments, they were all made of superior-class spiritual materials.

In the middle was a hall that looked like a well, and there were a few musical instruments on a high platform.

Around him, many women in colorful clothes passed through like butterflies.

There were all kinds of paintings hanging on the corridor pillars on four sides of the cabin.

There were also all kinds of handwriting on some pink and white walls. Some were delicate, some were wild, some were messy, and some were neat.

“Those Confucian cultivators who can only stay in the hall always feel that their talents are outstanding. As long as they write a poem, they can move the women in this immortal ship.

“It’s not wrong. There’s a poem circulating all over Jinchuan River, so it led to the story of a fairy marrying down.”

Pointing at the words on the wall, Liao Chen shook his head and said, “However, if the cultivator only has some talent and doesn’t have any family background or wealth, how can a woman on the immortal ship take a fancy to him?

“Those stories are just attracting people to the immortal ship to gain popularity.”

Gain popularity.

That was the real purpose.

Previously, Han Muye could tell that there were people gathering on the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship.

It seemed that the Central Continent cultivation world really used all kinds of methods for the sake of popularity.

In the cultivation world of the Western Frontier, the Central Continent placed people first.

“Then, Han, if Young Master Han writes a poem, will it attract a fairy to marry him?” Tan Tan, who was following behind and sizing up the surroundings, suddenly asked.

Hearing her words, Liao Chen turned to look at Han Muye with a smile. “Brother Han, even if you don’t write a poem, your character, appearance, and family background can still move a fairy’s heart.”

His voice was not soft. Many people around him turned to look.

Be it Han Muye or Liao Chen, their status and bearing were not something ordinary Confucian cultivators could compare to.

Someone who recognized Liao Chen whispered something.

The Fujin Trading Company was one of the three major trading companies in Jinchuan. It was rich and could be said to own half the city.

Immediately, many women had different expressions.

Tan Tan glanced at Han Muye, muttered a few words, and lowered her head.

They walked up to a suspended floor. The tables and chairs in the elegant loft were all made of superior-class spiritual wood.

From this loft, one could not only see the scenery of the river outside, but also watch the music and dance in the hall.

If not for Liao Chen’s identity, they would never have arranged such good seats.

Han Muye sat there and listened to Liao Chen tell him about the interesting things on the Jinchuan River in a low voice.

Whether it was the romance on the cruise ship or the manifestation of the treasures in the river, the ups and downs were all very interesting.

Kong Chaode, who was from the Central Continent, had heard many similar stories, and he echoed them from time to time.

Lin Shen was not interested in these at all. He stood with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

Tan Tan blinked her big eyes, completely attracted by the love and hatred in the stories.

This was the mortal world.

Love in the world was the most heartbreaking.

Han Muye sat there, fan swaying in his hand. His expression was indifferent, and the Spell of the Mortal World in his divine treasure flashed with golden light.

The will of the people and the Great Spirit passed through his body and turned into an invisible spiritual light.

At this moment, his divine sense split into two. One stayed in his body and comprehended the endless mortal world. The other hung high in the sky and fused with the endless river.

The river flowed without stopping for thousands of years.

His divine sense landed in the river, and he seemed to be able to sense the silent emotions inside.

Do mountains and rivers have emotions?

Perhaps they really do?

Images of the river surging appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Tiny streams trickled and converged to form the river.

This great river was naturally formed and dug by countless people.

On the river, there were boatmen and fishing boats.

There was singing and dancing on the river, and there were literary people in full concentration.

This river was the means of livelihood for the people, and it was also the condensation of the water lineages of the world.

Jinchuan River and Jinchuan City coexisted.

Do the people make this river, or does the river feed the people?

Han Muye’s divine sense looked up ahead.

That was the direction to the County Governor’s mansion in Jinchuan City.

“Hum—”

A golden light rose from the mansion.

A 100,000-foot phantom appeared.

It was the phantom of a golden-armored general. It stood in the sky and looked around.

However, after searching and finding nothing, it dissipated.