Chapter 44 - my father is sorry for you!

Chapter 44:  Great chaos in the cultivation world! Mountain son, my father is sorry for you!In Lu Zhou, near the Qinhuai River, chaos reigned as a resolute group of hundreds of cultivators, members of the Zheng Dao Sect, rallied with a common goal—to confront and bring justice to the notorious Wen Yuge, the six-fingered qin demon.

“Kill!”

“Fellow cultivators, the Heavenly Pride list indicates that the six-fingered qin demon Wen Yuge is hiding in Qin Huai Goulan!”

“End the female demon’s reign and avenge Tian Yin Valley!”

“Bring down the six-fingered qin demon and restore the brightness of our Lu Zhou!”

“Esteemed lords, it’s time to uphold the heavens and bring justice!”

“Female demon, have you considered this scene while you were destroying Tian Yin Valley?”

“Female demon, you took my junior brother’s life in the past. Today, your life will be forfeit!”

With determination burning in their eyes, the cultivators surged toward the Qin Huai River bank, their voices rising like thunderous waves.

At the bank, a scene of tense confrontation was unfolding.

On one side stood Wen Yuge, the six-fingered qin demon, her elegant form and ethereal beauty contrasting with the hostility in the atmosphere. Around her, the waters of the Qinhuai River shimmered with an otherworldly light.

Wen Yuge was surrounded by an aura of mystery and elegance, her six fingers occasionally sweeping across the strings of her qin, producing haunting melodies that seemed to calm the minds of those who listened.

On the other side, the Zheng Dao Sect cultivators bore fierce expressions, their weapons drawn and a palpable thirst for vengeance in their eyes.

Wen Yuge calmly observed her assailants, her gaze betraying neither fear nor anger. Her six fingers ceased their graceful movements on the qin strings, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Is this how you want to settle the score, Zheng Dao Sect?” she spoke softly, her voice carrying a melodious tone that seemed to float on the air. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ N0vᴇlFire(.)nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

The cultivators of the Zheng Dao Sect remained unwavering. One of them, a middle-aged man at the forefront, stepped forward with a stern expression.

“Wen Yuge, you think your tricks will sway us? You are responsible for the annihilation of Tian Yin Valley and the countless lives lost!”

Wen Yuge’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Annihilation? Countless lives lost? Such dramatic words. Were those lives not lost due to their own actions? Does the Zheng Dao Sect not have any skeletons in its closet?”

Her words stirred murmurs among the cultivators, but the middle-aged man’s face darkened with anger. “Do not try to twist the truth. You will pay for your crimes today.”

Amidst the tension, a powerful pressure descended upon the scene, causing both sides to involuntarily quiet down. From a distance, a figure approached—the esteemed sect leader of the Zheng Dao Sect, Elder Bai.

Elder Bai’s presence was imposing, his cultivation realm high and his expression grave. He cast a stern glance at Wen Yuge.

“Wen Yuge, your actions have brought chaos to our realm. The Heavenly Pride list has exposed your true identity, and today, you shall answer for your crimes.”

Wen Yuge met Elder Bai’s gaze with a calm demeanor. “Elder Bai, you too have been consumed by the stories the world tells. But you forget—every coin has two sides. You know not the full truth behind Tian Yin Valley.”

Elder Bai’s eyes bore into Wen Yuge, and his voice grew stern. “Regardless of the circumstances, the lives lost cannot be undone. Your hands are stained with blood.”

As the confrontation escalated, a sense of inevitability hung in the air. The Zheng Dao Sect cultivators held their weapons ready, their eyes filled with hatred and determination.

Wen Yuge’s eyes, however, were tranquil, as if she had come to terms with her fate. Her fingers danced over the qin strings once more, producing a melody that resonated through the hearts of those present.

“Is violence truly the answer, my fellow beings?” she murmured. “Does retribution bring solace to the souls lost?”

The resonance of her melody seemed to create a brief pause in the conflict, as if momentarily granting clarity to the minds of those who heard it.

Yet, the heavy atmosphere and bitter enmity remained. The confrontation by the Qinhuai River continued to unfold, a clash between justice, revenge, and the lingering echoes of a mysterious melody.