Chapter 2249 - 2252: Three Beauties Compete in Vain Against My Calm Smile

The exquisitely beautiful Mermaid Princess Jinli Qianning, adorned in luxurious brocade, stood gracefully like a majestic snow mountain, while the radiant movie star Song Weiyin, dressed in a white robe, exuded pure beauty, causing the audience to be instantly captivated.

"Song Weiyin! So beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful! In this world, there can be no woman more beautiful and gentle than her, and no one more enchanting upon first sight. I have fallen in love with her, for compared to the aloof and proud Qianning, I prefer her gentle elegance!"

"Song Weiyin, as refreshing as a spring breeze, beautifies the mood. I like her, yet my heart belongs to Qianning, for the side of a spring breeze is never short of praise, but standing atop the Snow Mountain Peak must be lonely, and she needs my devotion!"

"Damn, it hurts so much! Qianning and Song Weiyin are both so beautiful! Each one is an existence beyond my reach and worthy of admiration, but those two beauties, always not welcoming of rivalry, are actually sharing the stage because of that bastard Shen Qiang! What a degradation!"

Even ordinary spectators thought so, and even cultivators who fancied themselves as enlightened were instantly overwhelmed after seeing these two beauties dressed in ancient attire.

To the cultivators, their attire was the true formal wear! Whether a woman is beautiful depends on her ability to embody ancient grace, as for Ai Ruoling who merely exposes her thighs, she was long since forgotten when Qianning and Song Weiyin took the stage.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable, ancestor, witness these beauties who degrade themselves in such a foolish, heartbreaking manner! To share a stage for Shen Qiang is idiocy! Ancestor, if you have divine powers, please vanquish Shen Qiang and let me bear the burden of rescuing them!"

"Despicable, shameless, bastard, vile, filthy! Can Shen Qiang retain any dignity? These two fine ladies require utmost care, yet Shen Qiang drags them into this dangerous place to compete with lowly entertainers—such cruelty, it's utterly unforgivable!"

"Ancestor, please let Shen Qiang meet his death soon! If it's granted, I promise to reforge your Golden Body! Moreover, if I have the fortune to hold hands with one of them, I swear to lead a noble life, forever avoiding any risqué artistic wrestling videos!"

The crowd gazed in awe at the stunning Qianning and the radiant movie star Song Weiyin, to the point where the concert hall was silent, save for their heavy breathing and hearts that seemed ready to ascend to the heavens without the ribcage's restraint.

Yet, more astonishing was.

Unlike ordinary pretty stars who elicit screams from men but disdain from women.

Take Ai Ruoling, for example.

In short shorts, flaunting white legs, seductive and passionate dance moves, although the audience watched with fervor.

But in women's eyes, summed up in two words.

Vixen!

Some women went to even greater extremes in their vulgar evaluations.

But Jinli Qianning and Song Weiyin made all the women equally mesmerized.

"They're so beautiful! I can't mimic such dignity, but her appearance is stunning, stunning. I wish I could live with such an air, disdainful of ordinary people."

"Song Weiyin is really gorgeous, just like the sweetest classmate, the girl next door. I really like her."

"Truly beautiful, seeing them I realized girls can live so freely."

All present were captivated by the nearly perfect traits of Qianning and Song Weiyin.

Then at that moment.

Pop!

Another spotlight suddenly lit up.

Almost immediately everyone was stunned.

Towards the rear center of the stage.

Now stood another stunning beauty.

Different from the regal aloofness of Qianning, unlike Song Weiyin's refreshing spring breeze.

Clad in dark green and short sleeves, she more resembled an ordinary person.

If Qianning was a princess, Song Weiyin was a noble lady, then this beauty was a demure maiden.

The same high level of beauty.

With a perfect figure and holding a bamboo flute, she seemed somewhat startled and instantly brightened the gaze of everyone present.

"How beautiful! If Qianning is the towering snow mountain and Song Weiyin is the spring breeze, then this woman in green is a flower blooming at the mountain's foot; this is it, I can't climb the mountain, nor can I catch the wind, but the flower should be mine!"

"She's too beautiful! I thought Qianning and Song Weiyin were unparalleled beauties, but looking back unexpectedly, such a girl stood in the dim light, so beautiful!"

"Ah! I'm going to explode from anger! Three beauties vying, on stage together; such beauties, if one were with me, I'd cherish her as a deity, but now they are together and all for Shen Qiang—damn, it hurts so much!"

Amid the crowd's awe.

Surprised and silent, Gong Ziyi watched the three beauties on stage with eyes full of shock and a heart full of indignation.

Suddenly he stood and sent the command: Action begins! on his phone, while fiercely transmitting his voice he angrily declared, "The women of this world are blind! I have a better family background, more ability, more wealth, greater maturity, yet they all like you, Shen Qiang, so you must be quite pleased now. But from now on, it ends, I will take everything from you, you're finished!"

Having just arranged everything, Shen Qiang smiled at Gong Ziyi standing at the stage edge, saying nothing in return, merely smiling calmly before giving the command: "Begin."

Upon hearing these words.

Under a spotlight, the beautiful Yu Wenzi, in dark green, flicked her snow-white jade hands, displaying astonishing sleight of hand as she produced an exquisite horn, then before the shocked glances of everyone, began to blow it.

Mournful, melancholy, desolate horn sounds instantly reverberated through the concert hall.

The simple yet intensely overpowering melody, almost as if possessing magical powers, conjured vivid imagery in everyone's mind instantly.

Yellow sands.

Ancient cities on winding paths.

A large group of astonished yet frightened soldiers.

Facing a young man advancing with a sword.

"What is this..."

Everyone was shocked.

It was then.

The stage lights suddenly illuminated.

And everyone, within that oppressive aura of music, clearly saw Shen Qiang, now similarly clad in ancient garb, with handsome and commanding presence, calmly seated beside the flute-playing beauty, exuding an inexplicable gravity.

The very moment drew all eyes to Shen Qiang, his demeanor tight like the mournful and powerful horn notes, filled with tension, veiled in fear, as if Shen Qiang was the looming catastrophe, ready to crush them instantly into dust.

And then Shen Qiang suddenly smiled from his seat near the piano, embodying an unabashedly radiant, slightly reckless yet gallant aura, uniquely spectacular, stirring all present into an involuntary gasp of disbelief.

"Wow, so handsome! How can there be such stately men!"