"Principal of Yue Xuan, truly as reputable as I've heard." Young Master Xu Ran's lips curled up into a wickedly charming smile as he inspected Tang Yuehua closely. Previously, she had been playing the zither with her back to him, and now, upon seeing Tang Yuehua's stunning visage, he couldn't help but be momentarily startled. Her eyes, seemingly piercing through all the facades of the world, were beautiful, but Xu Ran always felt there was something odd about them.
This kind of gaze, wasn't it something one would expect from seasoned elders who have seen through the vagaries of life?
However, Tang Yuehua was born with a variant Martial Soul, an even more tragic case than that of Brock. Even during the prime days of Hao Tian Clan, she surely didn't suffer any less than Brock. It was only natural she would see through the world's warmth and coldness. But all these grievances became the driving force behind Tang Yuehua, who founded Yue Xuan and even made a name for herself in Tiandou City.
In comparison, Brock simply didn't measure up.
With a "Cultivation Level" below that of a Soul Elder and having learned just the basics from the Martial Soul Hall, he dared to call himself Grandmaster. Without reaching such realms himself, he dared to make bold statements about those supreme states, which Xu Ran found somewhat laughable.
If not for Bi Bidong, the Pope, constantly speaking well of Brock, this utterly inconsequential hypocrite wouldn't even warrant being the subject of discussion. It was only because of people's faith in Bi Bidong that Brock gained some fame.
In the end, he's living off a woman, the very definition of a kept man.
Living off a woman while badmouthing her, and after it all, nurturing Tang San to betray Bi Bidong. When Bi Bidong died, he even shed a few tears to craft the façade of a deep, emotional person, "Although I'm the reason for your demise, I am still someone who values affection and loyalty."
How could this sound so awkwardly contradictory?
Xu Ran also didn't comprehend why so many so-called upright individuals liked to use their wives to project an image for themselves. Perhaps because it's easier to bully a deceased wife?
I dare not speak it, nor ask about it.
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"You jest, sir. What little skill I have pales in comparison before you," said Tang Yue, modestly embarrassed at his words, her gaze toward Xu Ran tinged with curiosity. Once Xu Ran began to speak, his demeanor underwent a dramatic change, acquiring a sense of wicked, overbearing charm, yet the bearing remained outstanding.
"Hehe, Master, you shouldn't be so modest. There's no need to be too courteous with Xu Ran," Xue Ke said at this moment, giving Xu Ran a coquettish glance, a tinge of grievance in her eyes.
Which girl wouldn't be moved upon meeting someone like Xu Ran?
Upon encountering someone like Xu Ran, aside from those who actively pursue him, the rest may feel ashamed of their own inadequacies and can only attentively observe him from afar.
With both strength and talent, who wouldn't like such a person?
But how should she advance her relationship with Xu Ran? She couldn't just brazenly ask Xu Ran to take action, could she? She was still a maiden, after all; such words simply couldn't pass her lips.
As Xue Ke's mind wandered with these thoughts, Tang Yuehua, on the other hand, was stunned, taking quite a while to process her astonishment and confirm Xu Ran's identity.
"Are you the Xu Ran that Xue Ke has mentioned?"
"Indeed."
"I had no idea Young Master Xu Ran would be so young, truly a heaven-sent prodigy. With Young Master Xu Ran's skills in music and painting, I, Tang Yuehua, may never catch up to you in all my life," Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, inwardly astounded, but her regard for Xu Ran improved further.
"The Pavilion Master jests. Your skills with the zither are not inferior to mine; it's only because you've stayed secluded within Yue Xuan for too long, overly concerned with the technique, that you've neglected the essence of the music," said Xu Ran, speaking freely, while Tang Yuehua's eyes gradually brightened, her gaze filled with fervent admiration as she looked at him.
With just a few words, she realized her shortcomings.
In recent days, she felt she had hit a bottleneck and couldn't fathom why, but now she understood; it was because she had always stayed in Yue Xuan, disconnected from the liveliness of life, that she felt this way.
Her music, and even her paintings, lacked Life. This essence of Life is something that can only be understood by immersing oneself in life.
"The world is vast, and I wish to see it."
Suddenly, this thought surfaced in her mind, and her thoughts could no longer remain calm.
How reasonable Xu Ran's words seemed to her!
Xu Ran was truly her kindred spirit!
Xu Ran's artistic achievements must be so high, his life is probably very vibrant and colorful. Otherwise, how could Xu Ran possibly paint such beautiful paintings and compose such moving music?
Xu Ran must be spending all day and night, continuously experiencing life, the true essence of Life!
Sheesh, don't tell me Tang Yuehua is getting the wrong idea. Why is she looking at me like that?
Xu Ran felt his scalp tingle under Tang Yuehua's intense gaze, but considering Tang Yuehua's character, passion for art, temporarily in terms of emotions, she's probably…
"Young Master Xu Ran, can I follow you for a while to experience life together?" Tang Yuehua originally felt this was a bit inappropriate, but after being with Xu Ran for a while, she realized she could gain huge benefits. So…
"Uh, like that?" Xu Ran stroked his chin, feeling a bit embarrassed. His music compositions were all plagiarized, and as for his life, well, his private life was indeed… colorful.
If Tang Yuehua wanted to experience life, wouldn't that be directly experiencing the bad stuff?
And if she learned from him, wouldn't that be a disaster?
However, if Tang Yuehua also went to Xu Sect, then Xu Sect would certainly become lively.
With Huo Wu the cook, Lan'er the Vice Sect Leader studying hidden weapons, and a lead dancer. If Tang Yuehua went, wouldn't it mean... he feared that in the future, the entrance of Xu Sect would see a gathering of women dancing in the square.
Women seem to have a habit of loving to jump and dance. Take the past life, for example, it was quite terrifying.
Sheesh, is Xu Sect about to start square dance mode?
In fact, it's not a big deal, Xu Ran himself didn't hate square dancing, he was just not interested in old ladies. If it were Xiaowu, Rongrong, Zhu Qing, their dances might cultivate sentiment and add vitality.
If he trained them just a bit, they might even debut as a girl group.
Then wouldn't he, Xu Ran, be able to live a life of utter indulgence?
Continue playing music, continue dancing.
Even the emperor wouldn't have it as easy as him.
Just thinking of Xiaowu, Rongrong dancing passionately before him, he couldn't help feeling a little restless. Luckily, something fragile and tender was already wrapped around his waist, otherwise, it would be pretty awkward.
"I think this is doable." After pondering for a moment, Xu Ran happily agreed. Anyway, going to Xu Sect, Tang San still didn't know Tang Yuehua's identity, and Tang Yuehua didn't know Tang San's identity either.
Could it be that going to Shrek Academy would allow for some maneuvering?
He continued to discuss art with Tang Yuehua, especially the art of life, birth, aging, illness, death, blooming and withering. This high-minded demeanor completely fascinated Tang Yuehua, making her even more interested in Xu Ran's life.
And Tang Yuehua had also promised to come over in a few days to be the leading dancer at Xu Sect's square dance, pfft, Xu Ran always felt it was odd.
When leaving, he was still a bit slow to react.
I mean, what would it feel like to have a bunch of beautiful women at the entrance of Xu Sect dancing to songs like "Little Apple" and "Love For Sale"?
The awkwardness gave Xu Ran a severe case of goosebumps.
Xu Ran would never allow this to happen.
However, he decided that in the future, Xu Sect should recruit more female disciples. Right at the entrance, forming a group on the spot, thus the disciples recruited should be even more outstanding. As for Rongrong and the others, naturally, they would dance just for him to see.
But Tang Yuehua had a talent for classical dance, definitely not those tempting hot dances of his previous life. However, there was no rush; he had those memories, just needed to copy them for Tang Yuehua when the time came.
With his current strength, copying memories into Tang Yuehua's mind wasn't difficult, it just would consume some spiritual power.
[Ninety thousand words now, feeling great, almost a million words.]