Melodies of redemption.

Cheng sat, his mind preoccupied and fraught with worries. His furrowed brows revealed his discomfort and fear of the unknown future. In an attempt to escape, he turned to drinking, hoping for solace. But the wine, meant for mortals failed to provide any respite.

Amidst his irritation, Cheng pondered over his anxious state. He realized that being consumed by worries was not helping him find strength or relaxation. Fears of treading the demonic path and concerns about how others would perceive him weighed heavily on his mind. The weariness of it all began to take its toll, dragging him deeper into a seemingly bottomless pit.

Suddenly, Cheng nostrils rose up and down, woken from his dazed state, he instantly turned his head towards the door.

The door opened, and following it's artistic sound a figure appeared in everyone's eyes, she wore a flowing robe, exuded grace and elegance. Her veil delicately covered her mouth, added an air of mystery. The fabric of her clothing was soft and smooth, caressing her form as she moved, her robe almost showed her hourglass figure beneath from it's how thin it was. Her steps were measured and poised, screamed of elegance and charm while at the same time demanding attention. Her eyes held a captivating gaze, reflecting depths of emotion. In her presence, there was an undeniable allure, a beauty that transcended mere physicality.

Her mere presence made every man have one wish, a never ending and eternal life with her, a life akin to being in heaven, one of bliss and passion.

Cheng's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he looked at the charming female entering the brothel, her arrival bringing silence to hundreds of people.

"Why do I feel like I've met her before, as if I'm very familiar with her "Cheng wondered.

Zhang Fenlei heard his words and bursted into laughing "Did you really think you know her, her identity and her background are extremelty mysterious, the only thing people know is that she has the backing of one the higher ups of the Harmony Lotus , a sect with a history of thousands of years and a close ally to your sect "

"Is that so?" Cheng reliped in annoyance.

Meanwhile everyone around started cheering after the first couple seconds of shock.

" She's here, my charming goddess I've been waiting so long" a Drunk man shouted.

" Finally! hear me brothers if i die after this i wouldn't have any regrets "

" I can't wait to see her take the stage and work her magic." another man said

" The anticipation is killing me. They say she's got the voice of a goddess. And she's got ski-lls with those instruments too. It's gonna be a night to remem-ber!!" A young man shouted with a flushed face slurring his words as he stumbled through the crowded room. His laughter echoed but was quickly drowned by others.

"Raise your glasses, boys. Let's toast to the arrival of the enchantress of music!"a drunk man shouted.

The noises continued and the main character of the show went and gracefully sat, behind her several female escorts went and started preparing her instruments.

A couple minutes later, the jade blossom caught her instrument and her slender fingers started delicately dancing across the strings, from slow to fast...to moderate. and with it, an ethereal melody of the Guzheng flowed gently through the air resonating with sorrow and longing, as she sang her voice intertwined with the Guzheng's melodic note, intensifying the emotions of sorrow and heartbreaking that seem to resonate directly with a person's heart.

As her hands moved with precision and grace. her fingers, guided by resilience, played sorrowful melodies that echoed tales of lost love, shattered dreams, and the weight of an unfathomable tragedy. Each pluck of the string reverberated with a bittersweet ache, as if the instrument itself shared in her sorrow, whispering the secrets of a wounded soul.

Her voice echoed

Through the bamboo grove, a zither's mournful song, A melody that lingers, where hearts once belonged. In the fragrant orchard, where plum blossoms sigh, Love's lament resonates, as time passes by.

Amidst willow trees that sway with wistful grace, Aching verses written on a parchment of embrace. A phoenix's feather, a swan's final tear, Symbolic tokens of a love held dear.

 But as the music continued to swirl through the room, a subtle transformation began to take place. The notes, once drenched in melancholy, began to lift, gradually infused with a newfound hope.

Her fingers, now driven by a fervent desire to transcend her pain. Made the Guzheng's voice shift, carrying a tender optimism that rose from the ashes of despair. The once heavy melodies now soared with a new sense of purpose, as if to declare that even in the face of tragedy, hope and desire could never lose, or cease to exist. as she opened her mouth again reassuring words left:

Yet, from the tear-stained ink, hope begins to rise, As the phoenix ascends to the azure skies. A celestial dance, where constellations weep, Mending the broken promises, love's secrets to keep.

In the porcelain vase, lotus blooms unfold, A metaphor for love's resilience, ageless and bold. Through the tapestry of time, a story unfolds, An ancient ballad of love, profoundly told.

As the final notes resonated, the room was filled with a poignant stillness, as if time itself stood in awe of the emotional journey that had unfolded.

Some wiped their tears as they contemplated, and other were still in a daze thinking about their past.

Cheng felt the same, he was no different, he also had his set of regrets.

His mind wondered to the past, he wished he could go back in time and see his family, his parents, little sister and brother.

He only realized the value of their presence after they had passed away, at that period he went through a severe depression which led him to eventually kill himself.

He lost faith, and all he could perceive was emptiness and deep hatred for everyone, including himself and the world.

His melancholic thoughts were disturbed by the sound of applause from the audience.

"Clap...Clap..Clap" One after another people started clapping in awe and amazement.

Liu Feng and Zheng weren't different as they also joined in the cheering.

The performance was truly a sight to behold and scene to ingraved as an unforgettable memory in ones mind.

The jade blossom, Xiao Lingyun slightly bowed and quickly left the place.

And just like that everyone resumed their drinking as they indulged themselves, happily gulping the wine.

Suddenly a loud voice startled everyone.

BOOM! CRACK! SNAP! Splinters flew in all directions as a table burst apart, sending shards of wood crashing to the floor.

"Ahhh!"one of the poor guards at the door was thrown like a ragdoll all the way to the end of the brother.

"I don't offer any service, sirs please leave this place, this is not the the Crimson moon sect here , and if you dare to harm me, or even touch a hair, you will definitely suffer" the jade blossom said in an angry tone after she saw the lustfull look in their eyes.

One of the five guys, a bulky man who gave the air of filth and degeneracy stood up.

"I don't care about your background, if I said something you should obey,hahahhaha " The filthy man said lustfully as he tried to grab her hand.

Everyone was furious, alas they too didn't want to end up like the previous guard.

As the filthy man reached out to grab Xiao Lingyun's hand, a sudden gust of wind filled the room. The air crackled with energy, and a powerful aura emanated from the corner where the guard had been thrown. Feng, his eyes burning with determination, stood tall with his fists clenched.

"YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON HER ?" Liu Feng voice resonated with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Feng, disbelief etched on their faces. Cheng and Zheng, sensing the gravity of the situation, stepped forward to stand by Feng's side.

"Sigh always fighting for justice..."Cheng thought as looked at the five enemies in front of him.

Now he had to fight or die.