Xu Ran and Ning Rongrong took a stroll around the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect, and they started discussing setting up the Xu Sect. Ning Rongrong went straight to Ning Fengzhi and got the key to the treasure vault of the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect.
Xu Ran wasn't short on money, but going out to purchase all those miscellaneous items was still a hassle.
Anyway, the Ning Family was rich enough to rival a country; it would be a waste if the items just rotted away in the treasury. With a wealthy wife at home, he certainly didn't lack for money.
"How about it? Our family is pretty great, right?" Coming out of the treasury, Ning Rongrong patted her well-developed chest with pride on her face. The Ning Family's wealth could rival nations; probably all the other families in the Seven Great Sects combined didn't have as much wealth as the Ning Family.
"Of course, our Rongrong is a rich lady. I'll be counting on Rongrong from now on. If I ever fall on hard times, I'll just become a kept man and live off Rongrong's generosity," said Xu Ran with a chuckle, holding Ning Rongrong's little hand. The fortune the Ning Family had accumulated over thousands of years was indeed quite staggering. There weren't many peerless treasures, but there was no shortage of good stuff.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you won't fall on hard times. You are so strong. If something were to happen to you, then our Ning Family probably wouldn't fare well either," said Ning Rongrong, covering Xu Ran's mouth with her small hand to stop him from saying such inauspicious words.
"True, your husband can do anything, unbeatable anywhere in the world. No one could possibly be my opponent."
"You wish."
"Oh, Xu Ran," said Ning Rongrong, her little head suddenly lit up with inspiration, remembering something from before, and her gaze towards him became unfriendly.
"What's up?"
"Who is Qian Renxue? Is she from the Martial Soul Hall?" Ning Rongrong looked suspiciously at Xu Ran. The last time an elder from the Martial Soul Hall came to assassinate them, Xu Ran had heard this name.
Xu Ran shamelessly got involved with people from the Martial Soul Hall?
"Qian Renxue, hm, I can't tell you her identity for now. But she is indeed from the Martial Soul Hall, and you are quite familiar with her." Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, was Ning Fengzhi's disciple. If he told Ning Rongrong the truth, with her straightforward nature, she'd definitely give it away, and that would be bad.
He still wanted to flirt with Qian Renxue for a while longer.
"I don't know anyone from the Martial Soul Hall." Ning Rongrong looked at Xu Ran with confusion. The relationship between the upper three families and the Martial Soul Hall was not good, so it was impossible for her to have any substantial interactions with important figures from the Martial Soul Hall. Yet, according to Xu Ran, she was very familiar with this Qian Renxue.
"You'll find out in a few days, I can't tell you for now. All I can say is, Qian Renxue is very beautiful and capable, and she's known as the number one beauty of Soul Land," teased Xu Ran, stroking Ning Rongrong's cheek with his finger.
"What? I don't believe it," Ning Rongrong's guard went up, and she felt somewhat displeased. It was the first time she'd heard Xu Ran speak like this, and she couldn't help but feel a bit sour, along with a sense of loss.
"Of course, that's just nonsense from the outside world. I don't see it that way. In my heart, Rongrong is the cutest, simply perfect. No one else compares to Rongrong," Xu Ran said with a smile. Speaking of which, yesterday was his first time.
The taste of the secret path was full.
Though he had his fun, he was still extremely gentle with Ning Rongrong. Among the women by his side, she had the frailest constitution, but she was also the first one to give herself to him.
"You're shameless, the worst!" Ning Rongrong, seeing Xu Ran bringing up that matter again, covered her perky behind and glared at him fiercely.
That kind of pain, piercing to the core, she had almost gotten used to it. Then Xu Ran's treatment made her body feel as if it was the first time, preparing her to feel it all over again.
"Stinky Xu Ran, how can you be so bad, and such a philanderer too, even getting cozy with the beauty from the Soul Hall. And her status isn't low either," said Ning Rongrong, unable to get over this Qian Renxue obstacle.
The others were one thing.
But as soon as she heard Xu Ran call Qian Renxue the number one beauty of Soul Land, her heart itched; she really wanted to meet Qian Renxue and see just how she could bring disaster to a nation.
The title of number one beauty sounded quite threatening.
What if Qian Renxue really was that beautiful and managed to ensnare Xu Ran's soul?
"I didn't want to either, abalone heals all ailments, I was just looking for a bit of health preservation," Xu Ran said with a smile.
"Hmph, who would believe you? It would be weird if it actually worked for health preservation," Ning Rongrong said, not convinced. But then she remembered how confused Xu Ran had looked at that time, as if he really felt comfortable, which made her somewhat skeptical. Could it actually be possible?
...
Xu Ran and Ning Rongrong went to the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect's dungeon.
This was generally where those who were detrimental to the sect, traitors, and various other offenders against the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect were detained. Tang San had been locked up here after receiving some makeshift bandaging.
And Xu Ran, of course, was here to set Tang San free, as it didn't seem right for him to just loaf around here eating and drinking. Most importantly, he didn't want to lift a finger to make the hidden weapons of the sect, which was why he planned to pull Tang San into doing the hard labor.
Although he had no problems making hidden weapons, there was one word to describe it, lazy.
Wouldn't it be nicer to do something that pleases oneself with that time?
At this moment, Tang San was a disheveled mess with his wounds thickly wrapped in white gauze and bound to a wooden rack. After being thrown into the dungeon, the most these people did was ensure that Tang San wouldn't die.
Hearing Xu Ran's footsteps, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, glowering at Xu Ran with fierce intensity.
"Xu Ran, what are you here for?"
"Are you here to kill me?"
"Hurry up and do it. At least in my next life, I will still be a man," Tang San said, trying to charge but found himself locked in shackles, completely unable to move. His wounds hadn't fully healed, and some split open again due to his anger, causing fresh blood to spill.
"Xiaosan, don't be angry, I'm not here to hurt you," Xu Ran said.
"Everything I did to you before was for your own good so that you could walk the right path. I have generously forgiven you for stealing my hidden weapon techniques, Xu Clan's Ultimate Techniques, and for laying your hands on Xiaowu."
"Moreover, 'To bestow great responsibility on someone, heaven first strains their will, exhausts their muscles...'" Xu Ran continued, each word teeming with righteousness. Ning Rongrong lay happily in Xu Ran's arms, basking in the overwhelming Righteous Qi emanating from him.
Xu Ran must be the most pure and great person under the heavens. It's a pity that nobody's perfect, not even Xu Ran with his one flaw, which is believing in the rumor that abalone cures all diseases.
"Xu Ran, what did you just say?"
"I've never seen someone so shameless," Tang San burst out, completely flabbergasted. Xu Ran was just too shameless, acting like he needed no face at all. His Tang Sect's hidden weapons had been stolen by Xu Ran, and now Xu Ran had his eyes on his Tang Sect's Secret Skills too?
Heh, Xu Ran could kill him, but he would never tell him those skills.
Hidden weapons have various structures, and Xu Ran, with his sharp wits, might have been able to learn them. But the Tang Sect's Secret Skills required special mental techniques and unique pathways of operation. He just didn't believe Xu Ran could figure them out.
Heh, Xu Ran is truly despicable.
Framing him and then playing the great benefactor here.
If Xu Ran was a great benefactor, then everyone in this cell was a good person.