Chapter 212: 212 True Destiny Maiden (Fourth Update)

Zheng Chuyi was gathering her power when suddenly she felt a formidable force surging from the palm of her hand, scorching hot, turning into a sharp sword, and ferociously slashing towards her.

Terrifying! Powerful!

Its speed was so fast, she had no chance to dodge!

’Bang’ went the noise.

A loud crash echoed in the air, and Zheng Chuyi’s crystal shoes beneath her feet suddenly twisted, causing her to fall straight to the ground.

One of the crystal shoes, due to the unexpected force, slipped off her foot and skidded toward the wall!

The utmost embarrassment!

Instantly, the banquet hall fell into complete silence.

Chu Jin leisurely accepted the shrimp passed by Mo Zhixuan, her lips slightly curled up, her deep black eyes looking towards Zheng Chuyi, bringing with them a cold glint.

With a teasing tone and a smirk, she said, "Miss Zheng, the floor is slippery, you should... be careful."

Mo Qingyi looked at Chu Jin, her eyes nearly sparkling with stars!

She knew Jin would not disappoint her!

If she could, she would certainly jump up and clap for Jin without hesitation!

Simply too cool!

Zheng Chuyi had never experienced such embarrassment in her entire life. She bit her lip tightly, her face drained of any color, her beautiful eyes filled with endless malevolence.

She could hardly believe she had been defeated by such a lowly commoner!

A commoner unworthy of even carrying her shoes!

She wanted to get up from the ground, but an excruciating pain overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to muster any strength.

She had no idea what this lowly commoner had done to her.

Zheng Chuyi had never expected things to turn out this way, with everyone looking at her as if she were a joke.

All those scornful glances turned into invisible swords, piercing deeply into Zheng Chuyi’s flesh, blood dripping profusely.

She wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

At such a time, not a single servant came to help her up. The people of the secular world truly were ungrateful, she thought. She had always been so kind to them, but now that she was in trouble, they just stood by without moving an inch!

In fact, without a glance from the Elder Mo, the servants had no authority to take initiative.

Gan Mingxie, too, was shocked. He had not expected a beauty from the Superpower World to be no match for a person of the secular world.

To his knowledge, Zheng Chuyi’s cultivation in the Superpower World had a reputable ranking, so how could she lose to a commoner so easily?

It must be said, Chu Jin truly impressed him!

He had always looked down on women, believing they could only live by clinging to men. Take Zheng Chuyi, for instance, who was clearly no longer betrothed to Mo Zhixuan but still shamelessly threw herself at him.

But Chu Jin was an exception. In her eyes and expression, he could see a kind of indifferent aura, giving off a sense of calm in the face of collapsing mountains, undisturbed by deer frolicking to her side.

Her identity must be more than just a commoner.

The happiest people in the room were undoubtedly the Elder Mo and Auntie Tong.

The Elder Mo, in particular, as she watched Chu Jin and nodded with satisfaction, knew that this young lady could shoulder the title of the Mo family’s matriarch.

Jia Zhuo also recovered from her brief stupor, the moment barely giving her time to react.

She had thought that the commoner would certainly embarrass herself today, especially since her opponent was deemed the number one beauty of the Superpower World.

A person with the Bloodline of Fire Bathing.

She never expected that it would be Zheng Chuyi who ended up falling to the ground!

She hardly saw how Zheng Chuyi fell.

Just now, Zheng Chuyi clearly had the upper hand. Could it really be, as that commoner said, that Zheng Chuyi slipped?

Without time to think too much, Jia Zhuo quickly rose from her chair and hurried to Zheng Chuyi’s side. She helped her up and spoke to cover for her, "Chuyi sister, your shoes have such high heels, you must be careful when walking. Why don’t you come sit by me? We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and I want to catch up with you later."

Zheng Chuyi was still in severe pain at that moment, but she had to maintain a dignified smile on her face as if nothing had happened and nodded at Jia Zhuo, "Alright."

Today, she would definitely make that commoner pay the price!

"Alright, alright," the Mo family’s matriarch opened her mouth at the right time, "Everyone, please continue eating, continue eating."

Zheng Chuyi sat down next to Jia Zhuo reluctantly; a servant immediately added a new set of bowls and chopsticks for her.

"Zhixuan, give Jin more to eat; look how thin she is." Amidst the dining, the Mo family matriarch suddenly spoke up.

Zheng Chuyi’s hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, her eyes lowered, filled with malevolence.

Mo Zhixuan, who was not much of a talker, nodded slightly to the elder and then picked out another rib for Chu Jin.

Chu Jin looked at the shrimp and shelled crab meat, and the ribs in her bowl, frowning slightly; she had almost twice the amount of food she usually ate for dinner today.

Following the matriarch’s words, everyone’s conversation flowed more freely.

With the intent to seek justice for Zheng Chuyi and turn the situation around, Jia Zhuo addressed the matriarch, "Auntie Mo, look, today we have such a good opportunity to gather for a meal, but just eating might be a bit monotonous. How about we add something else to liven up the occasion? I know Chuyi sister plays the konghou beautifully. Why not have her play a piece for us? I haven’t heard Chuyi sister’s konghou for a while."

As these words were spoken, Gan Mingxie also chimed in, "I’ve heard about Miss Zheng’s exceptional konghou skills for a long time. If we could hear Miss Zheng play the konghou with her own hands today, it would truly be one of life’s refined pleasures."

Zheng Chuyi, who was anxious for a chance to turn the tables, readily agreed with some modesty, "Since that’s the case, then Chuyi will perform and hope my humble skills won’t offend anyone’s ears."

With that, she instructed a servant behind her, "Go to my room and bring the konghou here."

Hearing this, the servant involuntarily glanced towards the elder Madam Mo, who gave a subtle nod. Then the servant stepped away.

With so many people present, she couldn’t well affront Gan Mingxie’s dignity.

Zheng Chuyi could play almost all kinds of string instruments, but she was best at the konghou.

However, she had only learned the konghou in recent years. Upon discovering it, she studied tirelessly and practiced day and night, all to impress Mo Zhixuan.

The konghou, a type of harp, is an ancient instrument that’s extremely difficult to learn, more than ten times more challenging than the guqin or guzheng.

Moreover, the konghou as an instrument had been lost for many years, and modern versions are but imitations of the standing harp.

But her konghou was a genuine artifact from the Ancient Era, capable of producing sounds that lingered for three days, possessing great spirituality. Only a True Destiny Maiden was qualified to master it, to play it. For others, it was nothing more than a mere mute instrument.

This was the source of Zheng Chuyi’s confidence, as she was the only one in this room who could bring out the sound of the konghou.

"Chuyi sister, are you talking about the konghou?" Jia Zhuo feigned surprise, "The one from your room that has been passed down since the Ancient Era?"

Zheng Chuyi nodded modestly, "Yes, but I’ve only recently learned to play the konghou, and I’m not yet very skilled. I hope it won’t displease everyone’s ears."

"How could that be," Jia Zhuo continued, "I’ve heard that the ancient konghou is very spiritual, and only the true True Destiny Maiden can produce sound from it. I wonder if that’s true. Once your konghou is brought here, I must certainly try it out."

In truth, Jia Zhuo had long known about Zheng Chuyi’s possession of a konghou from the Ancient Era and knew that only those of the True Destiny Maiden’s Bloodline of Fire Bathing could play it. Her purpose was to let the Mo family’s elder Madam know that in this house, there was only one who was most suited to be the head mother of the Mo family.

After all, she was the true True Destiny Maiden, of the Bloodline of Fire Bathing.

"Certainly," Zheng Chuyi smiled gracefully, "I’d love to see for myself if the konghou is as spiritual as they say."

Zheng Chuyi’s room was not far from there, so soon two servants arrived, carrying the konghou.

A low table had already been cleared to the side, and the servants placed the konghou on it.

This konghou, about 1.5 meters long, 1 meter wide, and weighing a hundred catties, with 74 strings, was made from thousand-year-old rosewood, carved with dragons and phoenixes, majestic and imbued with an aura of antiquity.

Gan Mingxie looked at the konghou with narrowed eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his gaze.

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