My Name Is Xiao Yuran

In the oppressive aura of the mid-term dragon blood realm, Su Han's response was swift and ruthless. A call to action, a summons to chaos.

In an instant, three figures materialized, wielding the unimaginable power of eight dragon veins. The old man, a seasoned warrior, sensed the impending calamity.

"Retreat!" His voice bore the weight of experience, an urgent plea that scarcely left his lips before the onslaught began.

But there was no escape. Three colossal white tigers, embodying the essence of dread, closed in with alarming haste. How could such a swift and destructive force be possible?

Whispers of disbelief permeated the room, their collective breaths held in fear. Su Han's relentless unveiling of dragon skills sent tremors through their souls.

"Impossible! How can he invoke another dragon skill so swiftly?"

The room buzzed with disquiet as Su Han's repertoire of dragon skills unraveled, defying all preconceived notions. The unfathomable power he wielded, drawing from only eight dragon veins, defied the very laws of nature.

The inevitable transpired with a bone-crushing impact. The old man's formidable defenses crumbled as the colossal fist met its mark, leaving devastation in its wake. The old man gasped in agony, crimson spilling from his lips, his chest torn asunder.

Death, swift and merciless, descended upon him, a middle-stage Dragon Blood Realm cultivator, victim to the fearsome might of a mere dragon vein bearer.

"Kneel."

Su Han's chilling command cut through the aftermath, his eyes locked onto Chen Yi.

Chen Yi's world spiraled into a vortex of terror. A crescendo of desperation punctuated his pitiful pleas. His body surrendered, genuflecting before Su Han, each prostration an echo of his fear.

"Su Han, I was wrong, don't kill me, please, I beg you."

"I won't end your life," Su Han replied, his voice as cold as the abyss. "But you, who once disparaged the defenseless, shall experience the very depths of despair."

Chen Yi's fate was sealed. A kick from Su Han's unrelenting force fractured his dragon vein, leaving him bereft of his once-venerated cultivation.

"My dragon vein, my power!"

Chen Yi's anguished cries filled the air. Reduced from a position of privilege to one of helplessness, his torment was palpable.

"Su Han, wait for my revenge!" Chen Yi's words, though laced with fury, bore a tone of resignation.

In Fangshi, as shadows lengthened and darkness took hold, the girl from the past resurfaced.

"Su Han, do you truly think you can elude me?"

Su Han halted, his path of solitude disrupted.

"Why pursue me?" Su Han inquired, his tone edged with weariness.

"I have a proposition," the girl asserted coyly.

"Speak your mind," Su Han replied, his patience waning.

The girl persisted with a playful glint in her eyes. "I wish to wed you."

Su Han faltered, the audacity of her proposal catching him off guard.

"What did you say?" Su Han queried, incredulous.

"I said I wish to wed you!" she reiterated, her determination unwavering.

"Why on earth would you desire such a union?"

Su Han, taken aback by her forthrightness, struggled to comprehend her motives.

"Because I want to," the girl replied defiantly.

Su Han's bemusement gave way to a resigned sigh. "Is this a jest?"

"I do not jest." The girl's resolute expression remained unwavering. "You have yet to inquire about my name."

Su Han, exasperated, conceded, "Very well, what is your name?"

"Guess," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Guess your sister!" Su Han retorted in exasperation.

"Such a bore!" The girl pouted. "Fine, if you won't guess, I'll tell you. My name is... Xiao Yuran!"

"Xiao Yuran?"

Su Han's surprise was evident, the revelation a stark contrast to his expectations.

"Is 'Xiao Yuran' displeasing to you?" she inquired coyly.

Su Han chuckled, "It is not displeasing. It is simply unexpected."

He contemplated the girl's assertion, pondering the veracity of the rumors surrounding the second young lady of the Xiao family.

"Isn't Xiao Yuran an unsightly name?" Su Han remarked impulsively.

"You're unsightly!" Xiao Yuran retorted playfully.

Su Han grinned in amusement, relishing the girl's spirited retorts.

"It seems that the rumors do not do justice to your beauty, Miss Xiao Yuran," Su Han remarked sincerely.

"Beauty, you say?"

Xiao Yuran's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Then, will you marry me?"

Taken aback, Su Han struggled to respond. A proposal of such intensity from someone he had just met left him in a quandary.

"Marriage is a serious commitment," Su Han ventured.

"What is life without spontaneity?" Xiao Yuran challenged.

Su Han contemplated the audacity of this girl who had crossed his path. His curiosity piqued, he wondered what fate might have in store for them.