Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

In the gloomy valley, the atmosphere was oppressive and dead silent.

"Please grant your consent, Lord An." Ling Zuan, sitting in his homemade wheelchair, respectfully asked An for his permission. His voice was low and firm, yet it carried a subtle hint of flattery.

"There's only so much left in Bu Zong. You can handle it yourself. Oh, and don't get involved with those little cats. Someone else will take care of them." An continued to read the wordless book in his hand and said to Ling Zuan without turning his head. His tone was cold and ruthless, as if everything was under his control.

"I obey!" Ling Zuan smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this. He bowed deeply to An, then carefully maneuvered his wheelchair, slowly backing out. His movements were smooth, yet filled with awe.

Just then, a kitten that looked a bit like Huan Ye ran over. It had a bellyband tied around its belly, and three tails fluttering in the wind. This kitten was innocent and full of energy.

"Uncle Ling, do you want to go out and play? Can you take me with you?" The kitten ran happily to Ling Zuan and asked with blinking eyes.

"It's Huanhuan!" Lingzuan saw the cat and caught it with a smile. The robot's eyes even showed a hint of joy. He gently stroked the kitten's head, feeling its soft fur.

The cats in the Haze Valley were all heartbroken, and the presence of a mischievous little character like Huanhuan helped to lighten the mood. So, the cats in the Haze Valley would subconsciously become friendly to Huanhuan. Even the cats with the most unusual tempers would become more amiable when they saw Huanhuan.

"Huanhuan, we are not going out to play this time," Ling Suan said gently as he looked at Huanhuan who was acting coquettishly in his arms.

"I don't want to. Your uncle takes me to play. If it weren't for Lord An's disallowing casual capture of people in the valley, I would have caught the twelve chief sect leaders to play with me." Huanhuan said innocently while sitting in Lingzuan's arms.

"How about this, you stay here obediently, and I will give you the things you asked for last time when I come back, how about that?" Ling Zuan looked at Huanhuan who was still acting coquettishly in his arms, smiled and shook his head to make a promise. He didn't dare to really let Huanhuan go out. Although Huanhuan's current strength can be compared with some sect masters, it is only limited to some new sect masters, and they are not good at attacking.

"Really? Then it's settled. I'll go find mom." After hearing that he could get what he wanted if he came back, Huanhuan jumped up and down to find Huanye again.

Buzong Desert. Night

After a long, tiring day of traveling, the members of the Xingluo Squad were consumed by a longing for rest, growing like vines within their hearts. When they finally found this vast desert, they felt like they had found a haven for their souls. They collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. The setting sun cast a golden glow across the Gobi Desert, casting a mystical veil over the desolate landscape.

Just as they were preparing to settle down and prepare a simple dinner, a sudden, unpredictable gust of wind, like the roar of a ferocious beast, erupted with such force that it seemed capable of tearing everything apart. Bai Xinyu instantly realized something was amiss. He flashed onto the Gobi Desert like an arrow, his gaze fixed on the raging hurricane that was approaching like a dragon in the distance. Wherever the hurricane passed, yellow sand filled the sky, and the world was instantly plunged into chaos. His face instantly turned pale, and an indescribable fear welled up within him.

Without time to think, he quickly jumped down from the Gobi Desert, waving his arms, and gathered up all the pots and pans. Then he quickly approached Xiaoqing's tent, who was still washing up. "Xiaoqing, come out quickly! The sandstorm is coming, we need to be prepared!" His voice was urgent and loud, still clearly audible in the strong wind.

Xiaoqing was concentrating on washing up when she heard Bai Xinyu's call. Her heart suddenly tightened and she hurriedly called out to Haipiao, who was still packing his things, to evacuate quickly. Haipiao was also a smart guy. Without saying a word, he grabbed the things around him and ran out with Xiaoqing.

"Everyone, come here!" Bai Xinyu pulled out the Black Tortoise Shield from the system space and injected a trace of rhythmic energy into it. A flash of light appeared, and a massive tortoise shell slowly flew out from the Black Tortoise Shield. The shell exuded an ancient and majestic aura, as if possessing endless power. He shouted to several people to quickly hide inside the tortoise shell. Not daring to delay, everyone rushed in.

Just as everyone entered the tortoise shell, the massive storm, as if enraged, suddenly surged with even greater force, sweeping the shell into the air, as if hurling them into an endless abyss. The shell swayed violently in the wind, creaking and groaning as if threatened to be ripped to shreds. But under Bai Xinyu's control, the shell stubbornly withstood the storm's assault, eventually landing heavily on the ground in a shower of dust. Everyone, overcome with relief at having survived, clung to each other, waiting for the terrifying sandstorm to pass...