Chapter 367: If You Are True to Me, I Will Be True to You_1

Xu Ran brought Qian Renxue to a place filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Wildflowers, unsculpted, had a charm of their own. The light breeze carried a hint of floral scent.

Xu Ran and Qian Renxue walked on, the flowers and grass drowning out their lower legs. As they moved, they rustled the flora, creating a sound that seemed to amplify the surrounding stillness.

Xu Ran said nothing, and Qian Renxue, head bowed, simply let Xu Ran hold her hand, her mind a whirl with thoughts unsaid.

Eventually, Xu Ran stopped walking, firmly pulled Qian Renxue to his side, and kissed her gently.

"Mmm." Qian Renxue moaned, her beautiful eyes misty, staring blankly at Xu Ran. Then she clasped her hands around his neck, her gaze brimming with deep affection.

In that moment, Qian Renxue cast aside everything else – her identity, her allegiance. Now, she was not Xue Qinghe, nor Qian Renxue, but merely a girl named Xue'er, a girl who could vanish at any moment.

Qian Renxue let Xu Ran kiss her face, quietly savoring a sensation she had never experienced before.

"Xue'er." After a while, Xu Ran called out, holding Qian Renxue's stunning, slightly angular face in his hands, examining her closely. Each curve of Qian Renxue's body was alluring, every patch of skin, every part was exquisitely charming.

"Hmm?" Qian Renxue hummed, her gaze still dazed, not yet recovered from the sensation she had just felt.

Long ago, she had entered the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace and never had such intimate contact with a man, let alone a kiss. And the man in question was Xu Ran.

"Do you like it?" Xu Ran asked tenderly.

"Yes." Qian Renxue's gaze shifted slightly but she still responded. The feeling was comfortable, making her feel not alone, but that there was someone she could rely on.

She didn't want to lose that feeling, it was as if in an instant, her fighting spirit evaporated, and she only wished to be forever immersed in that sensation. Because it was indeed so relaxing, so blissful. She could stop thinking about everything, could forget about the affairs of the Soul Hall, The Empire, even the pursuit of becoming a god.

Even in that moment, she thought that if she were truly to marry Xu Ran, being with him might be a good choice. Such a life could be something she had never experienced before.

"Alright, as I recall, you came to me for a painting," Xu Ran said thoughtfully, retrieving from the storage soul tool all the necessary equipment for the task.

"Should I pose..." Qian Renxue thought, recalling it seemed Xue Ke had arranged poses at Xu Ran's request before.

"No need. The image of you in my heart is enough," Xu Ran said, delivering a cheesy line as he watched Qian Renxue's reaction. Cheesy as it may be, such lines were irresistible to the girls of this world.

In Soul Land, there was none of that fancy stuff, and advanced sweet nothings didn't have the same impact yet. Being straightforward, targeting the heart directly, along with the deadly 'eye-assault', was enough to stir the heartstrings of ninety-nine percent of girls.

Of course, the premise was to not be too ugly, otherwise...

No matter where one went, it seemed always to be a world ruled by looks.

"Oh," said Qian Renxue, her gaze lowered, unable to see her own toes.

Xu Ran sat down on the grass, and Qian Renxue followed suit, her soft body leaning against his, quietly watching him paint.

Xu Ran sketched casually onto the canvas.

In the painting, a touch of evening sun, a green meadow, and a man and a woman hugging and kissing each other.

Qian Renxue watched Xu Ran paint, her cheeks turning pink. Clearly, Xu Ran was depicting the scene of their recent kiss.

"With nimble clouds crafting beauty, and meteors carrying sorrow, the silver river crosses the heavens silently.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they surpass the countless encounters in the mortal world."

After finishing the painting, Xu Ran wrote down two lines of poetry.

"Here, I'm giving this to you. If ever you miss me desperately and find the nights too lonely to bear, take this out and have a look. If you truly can't stand it, come find me, and don't harm your own body by dealing with it yourself," Xu Ran said, teasing her.

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Xu Ran indignantly. Her delicate fingers gently caressed the scroll, admiring the exquisite painting. Xu Ran had not painted it in a very realistic style; instead, he used an impressionistic technique that left room for more imagination and made it all the more captivating.

"Xu Ran, this poem isn't complete, is it? Isn't there another half-line?" Qian Renxue softly read the flowing script written with a brush, becoming infatuated.

"The second half is somewhat inappropriate for the times, so I did not write it out," Xu Ran replied.

"Then would you recite it for me?" Qian Renxue's curiosity was piqued, and seeing Xu Ran's elegant demeanor and diverse talents, her heart fluttered even more.

"Tender affection like water, a beautiful time like a dream, reluctantly I look back at the way to the Magpie Bridge.

If our love lasts forever, why should it matter to be together every morning and evening?"

Xu Ran slowly recited the second part of the poem.

"What is the Magpie Bridge?" Qian Renxue couldn't help asking.

"Next time you see me, I'll tell you. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll run away," Xu Ran said, pretending to be mysterious, to keep Qian Renxue's interest.

"Alright, let's not talk too much; it's time to go back. After you return, remember to have your Imperial Brother give me a piece of land. It doesn't have to be big; I want to establish my own sect."

"Establish a sect? Are you planning to start your own faction?" Qian Renxue was stunned and looked at Xu Ran.

"What? Am I not strong enough?" Xu Ran smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders.

"You are, it's just that seeing your age, I find it hard to adjust." Biting her lips slightly, Qian Renxue said with a complex expression. Xu Ran was the most talented genius the world had ever seen, unparalleled in both literary and martial arts.

But the Martial Soul Hall was destined to unify the Continent.

The Martial Soul Hall had now reached its peak of thousands of years, and the strength of the upper three families had been greatly weakened.

"Xu Ran, if we become enemies in the future, what would you do? Would you still treat me well?" Qian Renxue gazed deeply at Xu Ran, waiting for his answer.

"I won't allow that to happen. If it does, even if I have to be the enemy of the whole world, I will stand by your side. Because you are my little treasure," Xu Ran said as he tenderly tucked a stray lock of Qian Renxue's windblown hair behind her ear.

He knew Qian Renxue's personality; she responded to a soft touch rather than a hard hand. The softer he spoke, the more apologetic Qian Renxue would feel, and ultimately, she would fall into his arms.

"I, I feel the same," Qian Renxue was taken aback, not expecting Xu Ran to reply in such a way. She clenched her teeth tightly, her determination set.

If Xu Ran did not betray her, she would certainly not betray him.

What were the Martial Soul Hall and becoming a god compared to a moment with Xu Ran by her side?