World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 117 - 117 102 The Proud and Tsundere Fiancée Unparalleled in Beauty!

117: Chapter 102: The Proud and Tsundere Fiancée, Unparalleled in Beauty!

117: Chapter 102: The Proud and Tsundere Fiancée, Unparalleled in Beauty!

Since arriving in this world, Suo Lun had seen countless beauties.

Sister Suo Ningbing, Princess Zhining, and Meng Tuoluo were three peerless beauties.

Not to mention the glimpse of Zhen Yan Princess when leaving the king’s city, that beauty was truly ethereal, capturing the world’s essence.

However, when he saw Gui Qinshao, Suo Lun’s eyes were stung alive.

Yes, stung, even with a piercing sensation in his eyes.

Whether it was the beauty of Suo Ningbing, Zhi Ning, or Meng Tuoluo, all of it had a dreamy softness, and Zhi Yan’s beauty was even otherworldly.

Before him, Gui Qinshao’s appearance was the most direct and soul-snatching radiance.

Truly dazzling beyond measure, her beauty shone in all directions.

When Suo Lun met Mrs.

Turing Si, he was astounded by her beauty.

However, upon seeing Gui Qinshao, that radiance rose several levels, genuinely shocking Suo Lun.

In a crowd, it seemed as if all the light converged on her, making everyone beside her completely lose their luster.

Suo Lun now understood why Gui Qinshao was indisputably considered the belle of the royal academy – her allure was too impactful.

Her mother had a small part of nonhuman ancestry, so Gui Qinshao had a quarter of nonhuman blood in her.

On the surface, Gui Qinshao had the visage of an Eastern woman.

However, her nonhuman bloodline gave her facial features a more three-dimensional contour.

Her eyes were like Suo Lun’s, both had peach blossom-shaped eyes.

But her eye corners were even more exquisitely upturned, making them captivating.

Her nose was high and delicate, and the slightly upturned tip gave her an air of personality and pride.

But what was most beguiling were her lips, truly fiery red.

Without any rouge, her small mouth was naturally as red as fire, exquisitely perfect, inciting the desire to kiss.

Moreover, the corners of her mouth were also slightly upturned, as if she was always full of arrogance, always looking down on others.

Her figure, too, had inherited her mother’s nonhuman heritage.

She was tall, about 175 centimeters.

She also loved to adorn herself, fully unleashing her beauty and sensuality.

The blue figure-hugging gown sketched her curves to the extreme, anterior protrusion/posterior perkiness that outshone almost any other woman present.

Ye Jingyu was already considered to have a devilish figure, but Gui Qinshao was even more so, especially the size of her twin peaks in front which could no longer be described as impressive but rather stunningly perky.

And the round pertness of her hips below her waist was something Eastern women could hardly achieve.

This was a knockout with staggering impact, born to crush men’s confidence.

Confronted with such assertive beauty, a single glance from a man could cause immense psychological pressure and an involuntary sense of inferiority.

Indeed, faced with such beauty and figure, most men would feel completely intimidated, not aroused.

Just as a bright lamp can help eyes see clearly, but one as bright as a searchlight could almost blind someone.

In modern Earth, there is a widely spread saying – I fell in love with a herd of wild horses, yet I have no grassland at home.

Undoubtedly, Gui Qinshao in front of him was the most untameable steed in the world, as well as the most beautiful.

Looking at his fiancée, a year and a half his senior, Suo Lun’s mind once again recalled the letter she had sent him: Suo Lun, dare to associate with me again, dare to call me your woman, and I will kill you!

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Seeing Suo Lun’s eyes widen instantly, Gui Xingfu was very pleased with his astonished reaction.

His daughter truly outshone the entire Rage Wave Kingdom.

Even the royal descendants dared not marry her, for her beauty was too aggressive, too unrestrained.

At the moment, Gui Qinshao was speaking with a group of nobles.

Or rather, a group of noble offspring were fawning over her like the stars surrounding the moon, while she responded with haughty indifference.

Upon hearing her father’s call, Gui Qinshao lazily lifted her beautiful eyes to look towards Suo Lun.

She glanced once, then unmistakably revealed her disdain with a twitch of her small mouth.

Then, her gaze fell on Suo Ningbing behind Suo Lun; her exquisite face bloomed into a smile as she quickened her steps, took Suo Ningbing’s hand, and said, “Sister Ning Bing, I’ve missed you so much.”

Her voice sounded soft, yet it contained a metallic resonance.

It was extremely charming, as if it had been practiced on purpose.

“I’ve missed you too,” replied Suo Ningbing softly.

“But shouldn’t you greet Suo Lun first?”

Then, Gui Qinshao’s gaze returned to Suo Lun’s face, and she slightly lifted her delicate chin, her beautiful eyes becoming more pronounced as she said, “Suo Lun, I heard you’ve received the noble samurai medal and inherited a title?”

“Mm,” replied Suo Lun.

“You must be very proud,” Gui Qinshao said.

“Not really, it’s nothing to be too proud of,” answered Suo Lun.

Gui Qinshao said, “You should be proud, because your archery level has finally reached what mine was when I was thirteen.

By the way, I should tell you, I only practiced archery casually.”

Then, with haughty charms, Gui Qinshao walked away.

Gui Xingfu immediately smiled apologetically beside Suo Lun and said, “I’m sorry, my dear nephew, for pampering her too much.

There are too many people today; it’s not a good time to scold her.”

Then, he led the way into the banquet hall.

Instantly, the surrounding crowd started waving and signaling to him.

Gui Xingfu took Suo Lun by the hand and began to introduce him to the distinguished guests in attendance.

The first introduced, without doubt, held the highest status.

The young man at the center, enjoying a star-like treatment similar to Gui Qinshao’s, was surrounded by at least a dozen people trying to ingratiate themselves with him.

There were beautiful noble girls, young noblemen, and even some older individuals gathered around him, echoing and flattering.

This young man wore a golden brocade robe, and his crown was adorned with dragon sculptures.

Clearly, he was a royal family member.

He was about twenty-five or six years old, a bit taller than Suo Lun.

His face was not the kind of beautiful that bordered on feminine like Suo Lun’s, but rather it was filled with a manly handsomeness, the kind that was sharp as an eagle.

In terms of mere looks, this royal descendant shared some attributes with Gui Qinshao.

Gui Qinshao possessed the kind of beauty that was extreme in its femininity, captivating and enthralling, whereas this royal scion before him possessed a manliness to the extreme, heart-stirringly handsome.

In terms of mere looks, Prince Zili could not compare with him.

No wonder the ladies present could not help but steal glances at him with heated eyes.

And his gaze, more often than not, would sweep toward Gui Qinshao as if accidentally on purpose.

Just on the surface, he and Gui Qinshao seemed like a match made in heaven.

Although Suo Lun was very beautiful, even more so than the vast majority of beautiful women, especially those peach-blossom eyes that even women envied and were jealous of, he still lacked the vigorous spirit of manliness.

“Gui Xingfu, paying respects to the Princely Heir,” Gui Xingfu stepped forward, cupping his hands and bowing as a sign of respect.

“Dare not,” the royal descendant hurriedly returned the greeting, helping Gui Xingfu back to his feet.

Gui Xingfu turned to Suo Lun and said, “My nephew, this is the son of Duke Zhi Wei, the Governor of the Southeastern Province, and the fourth in line to the throne of the Rage Wave Kingdom, Crown Prince Zhi You.

You should pay your respects.”

Duke Zhi Wei, Suo Lun had heard of him many times but had never seen him.

He was also a brother of King Quo Bian, and among the several governors of the Rage Wave Kingdom, only Zhi Wei was a member of the royal family.

Compared to the profligate Duke Zhi Ting, Duke Zhi Wei was considered to be hardworking and governs excellently.

Therefore, although Quo Bian doted on Zhi Ting more, purely in terms of the line of succession, he was still ranked below the son of Zhi Wei, Zhi You.

Suo Lun cupped his hands and bowed as he said, “Count Tian Shui, the lord of Tianshui City, Suo Lun, pays respect to the Princely Heir.”

Prince Zhi You did not return the salute, nor did he speak up.

He simply stared at him for quite a while, and even in his narrowed eyes, a hint of coldness flashed through.

His cold treatment of Suo Lun silenced the room in an instant, halting conversations as all eyes turned toward Suo Lun.

“Enough, stand up,” said Zhi You lightly, waving his hand casually.

Then, as if on signal, everyone in the room shifted their gaze away and resumed their conversations, but the mockery in their eyes was hard to disguise.

Being snubbed by the most esteemed person present indicated that Suo Lun, the profligate lord, was at a disadvantage tonight.

Gui Xingfu, however, remained unfazed and continued to lead Suo Lun to meet other guests.

Of course, the so-called other guests were either military and civil officials from within Linhai City or high-ranking lords.

Their gazes toward Suo Lun were very insincere, even mocking, because the lord before them could not even control his own vassals, lost his main city, and came to Linhai City like a stray dog seeking shelter from disaster – it was an utter display of incompetence.

Finally, Gui Xingfu led Suo Lun to a seating area.

While all the guests stood and talked amongst themselves, only this man sat kneeling before a mat, eyes closed, resting, an outlier compared to the rest.

This man was dressed in a hemp robe, his hair fastened with a wooden hairpin, the epitome of frugality.

He looked to be no more than thirty, with a slender face and skin like jade, gentle and cultivated.

Feeling the approach of Gui Xingfu and Suo Lun, he then opened his eyes.

In that instant, the brilliance that flashed through his eyes was incredibly sharp and bright, like the flash of a sword.

“My nephew, this is the foremost disciple of none other than Sword Master Bi Xiao, Qingcheng Zi,” Gui Xingfu introduced him solemnly.

Upon hearing the term “Sword Master,” Suo Lun could not help but shudder slightly.

This man was indeed a true VIP.

Sword Master Bi Xiao, originally a successor of a feudal lord, had no interest in power or lands.

He was absorbed in Sword Dao for his entire life.

After succeeding to his position, he immediately offered his lands to the royal family, living alone, focused solely on mastering swordsmanship.

Of all the two dozen or so feudal lords of Rage Wave Kingdom, he was the only one who renounced his lands.

To commend his contributions to the kingdom, the previous king granted him a marquisate.

After King Quo Bian ascended the throne, he was elevated to a duke.

However, be it marquis or duke, he never went to the royal city to receive his titles.

Having abandoned his lands, he spent the first twenty years wandering the world, befriending others with martial arts, and contemplating Sword Dao.

In the latter twenty, he returned to Rage Wave Kingdom, continuing to comprehend swordsmanship while taking students and teaching.

Even members of the royal family sought to become his disciples.

However, he did not select disciples based on background or bloodline, but purely on talent.

Gui Qinshao was one of his disciples, which speaks volumes about her extraordinary talent.

About twenty years ago, Bi Xiao was heralded as the number one swordsman of Rage Wave Kingdom, undefeated in swordsmanship throughout the world.

Now, he no longer sparred with anyone.

His reputation and status had almost reached mythical proportions.

Sword Master Bi Xiao was not only renowned in Rage Wave Kingdom but also throughout the entire Middle Earth World, almost like a deity.

Suo Lun immediately bowed deeply and said, “Paying my respects to the great master, Qingcheng Zi.”

“Not at all, not at all, are you well, Lord Suo Lun?” Qingcheng Zi was very polite and cultured, bowing in response immediately, even bending lower than Suo Lun.

From this alone, Suo Lun could sense that this man’s swordsmanship and martial prowess were unfathomably deep.

Because having such an open and humble attitude also required capital and confidence.

After introducing all the people, Gui Qinshao gently clapped her hands and said, “All distinguished guests have arrived, so let the banquet begin.

Please, take your seats!”

Immediately, music began to play.

The welcome banquet held for Suo Lun officially started.

And Suo Lun’s own battle had also officially begun!

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