Chapter 133 133: Lady Fiona



The alluring figure's countenance was akin to that of an angel's, with small, cherry-red lips, a cute nose, and large, captivating eyes that reflected the azure beauty of the vast ocean on a clear day. Her porcelain skin was flawless, without a single blemish in sight. Her hair, a beautiful shade of blue resembling the sky at dusk, flowed down her back in voluminous waves, reaching all the way down to her ankles. She seemed like a female siren that could hypnotize men and women alike into serving her.

Despite her modest attire, consisting of blue trousers, tunic, and scarf - traditional clothing for women of the Imperial Frost clan - her curvaceous figure was impossible to ignore. Her voluptuous body left everyone spellbound, and it felt like the eye of every person in the world was fixated on her.

A collective gulp echoed through the space as the spectators took in her magnificence.

"I have heard about kingdom toppling beauties, but now I have seen it."

"She's breathtakingly beautiful!"

The captivating lady's appearance on Evan's live stream immediately captured the attention of the viewers. Her striking beauty and impeccable style were impossible to ignore, and her mere presence exuded an undeniable aura of grace and sophistication. Many teenagers of the Imperial Frost Clan were smitten by her charm and elegance.

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"I can't take my eyes off her. Her porcelain skin, cherry-red lips, and captivating eyes are absolutely stunning. She is truly a work of art."

When Lirian saw the captivating lady on Evan's live stream, his heart skipped a beat. He was instantly smitten by her striking features and alluring aura, and couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She seemed to embody everything he ever wanted in a partner. However, he was frustrated by not knowing her identity, and longed to discover who she was.

"Hey, who's that?" he asked the person sitting closest to him.

"You do not know her? I guess it's because you are not from our clan. Let me tell you about her. That's Lady Fiona, the younger sister of our ancestor, Ethan Frost. But that's not all. She's also one of the five founders of our clan. Back in the day, she was widely regarded as the most stunning woman in the entire Sun Moon Empire." Vikhilk replied.

Lirian was taken aback when he realized that Lady Fiona was over 120 years old. However, he had always been drawn to older women, and besides, the average lifespan of citizens in the Sun Moon Empire was 200 years, with cultivators living even longer—The more advanced one's cultivation, the greater their longevity. It was a widely known fact. So despite the revelation, Lirian's heart remained unbroken and he continued to long for Lady Fiona, his first love.

"Is she currently seeing anyone?" Lirian inquired.

"How would I know? She ascended to a higher plane 100 years ago." Vikhilk responded.

Right then, a glint flashed in his eyes as he seemed to remember something.

"It was mentioned in her biography that she cultivates the heartless dao. She took that lonely path because she is devoted to cultivation. There's no space for messy affairs in her heart. So chances are that she is single."

Lirian let out a sigh of relief upon hearing that Lady Fiona was not seeing anyone.

"Good!" he exclaimed.

Vikhilk narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion, "May I know why you're asking?"

Lirian was mesmerized by Lady Fiona's stunning appearance, but he knew that he had to be careful about expressing his feelings too openly. He was aware of the potential danger that could arise if anyone found out about his romantic intentions towards the clan's revered founder. He knew that the consequences could be severe, and he could even face punishment, or worse, death. To avoid any risk, he concealed the intensity of his feelings behind a façade of nonchalance, keeping a tight lid on his emotions. And he chose his words carefully before opening his mouth to give Vikhikk a reply.

"I was just curious," Lirian explained, "She is such a remarkable woman, and I couldn't help but wonder if anyone had been fortunate enough to capture her heart." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And I am sad to hear that no one has succeeded," he lied through his teeth, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Vikhilk: "…" Bro, I was just teasing you. You didn't have to go that far. I can already tell that you're head over heels for her. I don't have a problem with you having feelings for her, though. You aren't from my clan, to begin with. Not to mention, she is on a higher plane than us. Your one-sided crush on her is bound to be futile.

Vikhilk wanted Lirian to understand that pursuing a relationship with Lady Fiona was not only risky but also highly unlikely to succeed, but he didn't speak his mind.

He just sighed.

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"His Highness is going to fight Fiona!" the leader of the council of elders exclaimed.

"It's quite unfortunate that His Highness Evan's luck isn't on his side this time. Despite her delicate appearance, Lady Fiona is extremely ferocious. She made a name for herself by killing countless hell realm experts in the war that took place 120 years ago. The combination of her soul plate and skill crystal allows her to unleash attacks that cannot be avoided. Her attack power is so strong that it can shatter even the strongest of cultivators like fragile glass. It begs the question: How will His Highness cope with such a formidable adversary?" Said Alistair, the Minister of Defense.

"It's indeed concerning to see that he has come up against a seemingly insurmountable wall, but I hope to see another miracle. Maybe he will give a good show this time too." the leader of the council of elders said.

Andrew chimed in, "Elder, you are overvaluing him. If His Highness Evan values his life, he should reconsider challenging Lady Fiona and give up before it's too late."

"You're nothing but a Minister of Culture and Arts. What could you possibly know about the heart of a cultivator?" scoffed the leader of the Elder Council, rolling his eyes at Andrew's remark.

Andrew, taken aback by the council leader's disparaging tone, tried to explain, "I may not be a cultivator, but I know it's a fool errand to face her with a meager cultivation base. He is entering a battle he's not prepared for."

Magnus, who had been listening in silence, spoke up, "I have faith in my son's abilities. He is not a fool and knows the risks. If he were afraid of Lady Fiona, he wouldn't have challenged her in the first place. Just watch. He will prove you wrong and clear whatever doubts you have." 

Just then, boisterous cheers burst out from the crowd!

"The battle between His Highness Evan and Lady Fiona is about to commence!"