111: Murong Yanran's faith in Taoism was shaken, and she began to fall gradually!

As Xuan Tianchen uttered these words, the scroll of poetry above the main hall immediately fell before Murong Yanran.

Witnessing this scene, the entire Red Dust Inn once again fell into a profound silence.

Everyone was utterly bewildered.

They had never expected that this exquisite poem was written for a woman whose face was obscured by a bamboo hat with a veil.

It was not difficult to discern from the lines of the entire poem that it was a tribute to a woman of peerless beauty, capable of captivating nations.

While the young lady before them possessed a graceful figure and elegant demeanor,

she wore a veiled hat that concealed her face and used her cultivation to hide all her aura.

How then could Xuan Tianchen have seen her face and composed such a magnificent poem?

At this moment, not only were the onlookers stunned, but even Murong Yanran herself was somewhat at a loss.

It was important to know that the veiled hat she wore was no ordinary item.

Even a Quasi-Emperor Expert standing before her would be unable to discern her features.

Beyond that, what astonished her most was that someone she had never met would actually write a poem for her!

Moreover, the other party was exceptionally talented and handsome!

Which woman in the world isn't a fan of good looks? Even she, who cultivated the Heartless Great Dao, was no exception.

At this moment, as she gazed at Xuan Tianchen, who smiled with such gentle elegance, like a spring breeze, her steadfast Dao Heart couldn't help but waver slightly.

But that was all; she hadn't forgotten her primary objective for descending the mountain: to overcome her Mortal Tribulation.

"Young Master, you and I are strangers. Please forgive me, but I cannot accept your gift!"

Beneath the veil, Murong Yanran's red lips moved slightly as she resolutely declined Xuan Tianchen's poetic offering.

The female cultivators around, upon seeing this, instantly felt that Murong Yanran was somewhat ungrateful.

To be able to converse a few words with a refined gentleman like Xuan Tianchen, who possessed both talent and good looks, would be a blessing in life.

As for receiving a poem personally bestowed by him, they dared not even dream of it.

Xuan Tianchen looked at Murong Yanran before him and was not the slightest bit angered by her outright rejection.

He merely smiled calmly and said, "It was I who was presumptuous. My name is Pseudonym, and I only arrived here today.

Seeing the young lady's extraordinary demeanor, I composed this poem for her. Please forgive any offense, young lady!

If the young lady doesn't mind becoming friends with me, perhaps you might accept this humble gift."

Xuan Tianchen's words and actions exuded an air of scholarly refinement, a stark contrast to the ruthless Xuan Clan Imperial Son he was known to be in the past.

Undoubtedly, in everyone's eyes at this moment, he was more righteous than the righteous, a truly good person.

"Young Master, you exaggerate. In that case, I shall accept the poem you have composed."

After pondering for a moment, Murong Yanran no longer demurred and extended her jade hand to accept the radiant scroll of poetry before her.

Originally, in her plan, the one who emerged as the champion would be the object of her Mortal Tribulation.

Now, Xuan Tianchen had not only claimed the championship, but his words and actions were even capable of swaying her Dao Heart.

As the saying goes, opportunity and challenge coexist; the person before her was undoubtedly the perfect candidate for her Mortal Tribulation.

Moreover, her own Mortal Tribulation had already begun the moment her Dao Heart wavered.

Even if she sought someone else to overcome this Mortal Tribulation, it would be futile, because once the Mortal Tribulation identified someone, it could only be that person.

If she succeeded in overcoming it, her Heartless Great Dao would be smooth sailing.

As for failure, it simply did not exist for Murong Yanran; no one could hinder her unwavering resolve to pursue the Great Dao.

"Thank you, young lady, for being willing to befriend me. I shall not disturb you further!"

After presenting the poem to Murong Yanran, Xuan Tianchen did not linger or say anything more.

Instead, he returned to his seat and began to sip his drink as if no one else was present.

He was playing hard to get, confident that Murong Yanran would eventually seek him out.

If not, he would simply find another method; Xuan Tianchen was never short of schemes.

At this point, as the matter at hand concluded, Ling Kongzi, the proprietor of the Red Dust Inn, immediately announced with joyous enthusiasm:

"Everyone, with the presence of Sir Pseudonym today, our humble establishment is greatly honored. I declare that all expenses today are waived. May you all enjoy yourselves to the fullest."

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere of the entire Red Dust Inn instantly surged to a new peak.

Below, the crowd erupted in a clamor of voices.

Only Xuan Tianchen remained utterly unmoved by it all, leisurely savoring the delicacies on his table.

A moment later, Ling Kongzi, accompanied by Yun Mo, swiftly approached Xuan Tianchen, speaking in a very polite tone:

"Sir Pseudonym, I have prepared a feast of exquisite immortal delicacies and fine wines in the Heaven-Tier One private room. Please do me the honor of accompanying me."

In the path of literary arts, regardless of status or position, everything is revered based on the profundity of one's comprehension of the literary Dao.

Although he, Ling Kongzi, was a Quasi-Emperor Grand Confucian, he admitted that he could not compose poetry like Xuan Tianchen.

In his eyes, Xuan Tianchen's understanding of the literary Dao had reached an unfathomably profound level.

Naturally, he deserved to be addressed as "Sir!" and to be the first guest in the Heaven-Tier One private room.

Indeed, from the very inception of the Red Dust Inn until now, the Heaven-Tier One private room had never been used to entertain guests.

Even if a Quasi-Emperor Expert from an immortal faction descended upon the Red Dust Inn, they would not be granted this special privilege.

And Xuan Tianchen, with his casual display of a literary Dao treasure, was undoubtedly the most deserving person.

"Thank you for your sincere invitation, Venerable Elder, but I came to this Red Dust Inn today to make acquaintances with the talented individuals here. There's no need to change locations; this spot is perfectly fine."

In order to observe Murong Yanran at close proximity, Xuan Tianchen politely declined Ling Kongzi's invitation.

Upon seeing this, Ling Kongzi also refrained from saying anything further.

The only thought that came to his mind was that Xuan Tianchen's realm of literary comprehension was too lofty, and his perspective on all things in the world had already transcended the mundane.

To avoid disturbing Xuan Tianchen's refined enjoyment, the two bowed respectfully and then vanished from Xuan Tianchen's sight.

Not long after the two left, female cultivators occasionally approached Xuan Tianchen to strike up conversations and request his pen name.

Xuan Tianchen did not push them away; he wrote down his pen name, Pseudonym, for each of the female cultivators before him.

In an instant, everyone felt as if they had acquired a treasure, filled with joy.

Murong Yanran, from across the way, gazed at the refined, amiable, and approachable Xuan Tianchen, and couldn't help but inexplicably develop a favorable impression of him.

At the same time, she secretly rejoiced at the thought that he had personally written a poem for her.

"Master, this disciple finally understands why the Mortal Tribulation is such a great tribulation for those of us who cultivate the Heartless Great Dao!"

Beneath her veil, as her beautiful eyes moved slightly, her somewhat dazed gaze once again regained its resolute focus.

Time quietly slipped by, and the atmosphere in the Red Dust Inn grew increasingly lively.

Murong Yanran sat in a corner, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Xuan Tianchen, her mind filled with myriad thoughts.

Xuan Tianchen also sensed her gaze, occasionally looking up, meeting her eyes, and then offering a slight smile.

That smile seemed to carry endless profound meaning: 'You little thing, no matter how reserved a woman is, before This Imperial Son, she will either be stripped or strip herself!'

Murong Yanran's heart tightened, and she quickly averted her gaze, secretly admonishing herself to keep her Dao Heart firm and not be easily swayed.

But that brief eye contact caused her heart to race once again.

At this moment, a talented young man couldn't help but grow curious about Murong Yanran's appearance.

He then stepped forward to converse with her, attempting to capture her attention.

However, Murong Yanran merely responded politely, her thoughts entirely elsewhere.