Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Well……"

On the battlefield of the Sealed Hall, which was filled with a tense and murderous atmosphere, Molan exuded a bone-chilling chill all over her body. As a female warrior, she had a nimble figure.

"call--"

"boom!"

The spear in his hand danced like a dragon or snake, and every time he fired, it was accompanied by the whistling of the wind. Wherever the spear tip passed, blue rhythmic patterns flickered, and the rich water power spread out like a surging wave, making a rustling sound, as if it was going to submerge the entire Sealed Hall.

"Well……"

Ma Buliang kept his lips tightly closed and focused, playing a strange tune on the phoenix flute in his hand. The rhythm flowed out from the flute holes continuously, complementing the brush in his hand.

"The pen will make the green mountains and clouds into horses, and the flute will make the vast ocean waves into soldiers!"

Instantly, light and shadow intertwined in the sky, and majestic landscape paintings emerged under the rhythmic outline. Towering mountains rose from the ground, shrouded in clouds and mist, as if they were about to burst through the dome of the Sealed Palace.

"boom!"

The river was rushing endlessly, splashing water everywhere, and the sound of "gurgling" was endless, rushing towards Molan with an endless sense of oppression.

"You're going to die!"

Every stroke of his pen contains his obsession with revenge and his determination to risk everything.

"Humph……"

Zhirou was not to be outdone. The oil-paper umbrella, which was fused with the power of the dragon flute, exerted amazing power in her hands.

Her figure was nimble, moving around the battlefield like a ghost. As the oil-paper umbrella in her hand opened and closed, a golden light burst forth, interspersed with the mysterious notes of the dragon flute, transforming into sharp sword energy that pierced Mo Lan with a "chi chi" sound.

"files!"

Sometimes she jumped high, and used the momentum of her fall to chop down the umbrella, creating a gust of wind; sometimes she spun quickly, using the umbrella as a shield to block Molan's counterattack. The runes on the umbrella flickered, colliding with Molan's water power to produce dazzling sparks and a "sizzling" sound.

Molan's expression was stern, with a hint of impatience in her eyes. She said coldly: "Just with you guys, you want to act wildly in front of me? You are simply overestimating your own abilities!" Although her voice was cold, it carried a bit of sarcasm and echoed in the Sealed Hall.

Ma Buliang gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, and roared angrily:

"Molan, today is the day you die! Let's settle all the debts we've accumulated over the years!"

"Zheng!"

As he spoke, the rhythm of the phoenix flute became more and more rapid, and the sound of the flute was sharp and piercing, like a sharp blade stabbing Molan.

"This……"

Nanny Rong stood aside, watching all this with a complicated expression, her brows slightly furrowed, and her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched in front of her.

"The Sect Master's injury..."

Her eyes moved quickly across the battlefield, trying to predict the situation, her heart filled with worry.

"Humph……"

Upon hearing this, Molan raised a scornful arc at the corner of her mouth, and danced the spear in her hand tightly. The power of water gathered at the tip of the spear, turning into water blades, and accurately slashed at the mountain and water phantom outlined by Ma Buliang.

"Wanyun sinks into the water!"

The water blade collided with the phantom, making a dull "bang" sound, and the rhythmic fluctuations aroused caused the surrounding air to distort.

At the same time, she also had to be on guard against Zhirou's sudden attacks from the flank or rear. The spear turned flexibly in her hand, blocking Zhirou's sword energy one by one. Every block was accompanied by a crisp "clang clang" sound.

Zhi Roujiao shouted:

"The moment you hurt my brother, you should have expected this day to come!"

After saying that, he injected the power of the dragon flute into the oil-paper umbrella again and launched a more fierce attack on Molan.

"Uh-huh——"

Her eyes burned with anger, and she used all her strength in every attack, leaving shallow footprints on the ground beneath her feet.

"Um!"

Molan's eyes flashed, and she thrust out the spear in her hand suddenly. A powerful water force rushed towards Zhirou like a dragon emerging from the sea.

"Unbelievable!"

She spat out four words coldly, without a trace of emotion in her voice, as if everything in front of her was just a boring farce.

"be careful!"

At the critical moment, Ma Buliang quickly drew out a barrier of rhyme power to block Zhirou. The water rhyme power hit the barrier, making a deafening "boom" sound.

"Ugh..."

Ma Buliang was knocked back a few steps by the impact, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand and stared at Molan fiercely, with the murderous intent in his eyes becoming stronger.

"What should I do? The fight is getting more and more fierce..."

Seeing this, Nanny Rong took two quick steps forward, then suddenly stopped, her face full of confusion.

She murmured in a low voice: "Please don't let anything happen..."

She knew that if she intervened rashly, the situation might get worse, so she could only stand by and worry, her eyes fixed on the battlefield, her heart in her throat as the battle went on and on.

"I can't get involved in their fight!"

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the training ground was in a mess.

"Bang bang bang..."

The originally solemn and majestic building was crumbling under the impact of the powerful force. The carved beams were torn apart by the rhythmic force, and broken wood flew everywhere, some even whizzed past like hidden weapons; the weapons used for training were twisted and deformed, and the sounds of metal colliding and brick and stone collapsing were intertwined.

“Huh—”

The ground was riddled with holes, and huge gullies seemed like hideous wounds on the earth, with scorching air surging between the potholes.

"Ah……"

Ma Buliang and Zhirou seemed in danger under Molan's violent attack.

"As expected of the second-in-command, he's truly powerful..."

Ma Buliang's clothes were tattered, and blood was oozing from several places where they were cut by the water blades. Every breath he took was accompanied by severe pain, and his lungs felt like they were being burned by fire.

"But it's impossible for me to admit defeat!"

But his eyes revealed a fierce determination to refuse to give up. At this critical moment, he tried his best and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Junior sister, use Mo Yun's power to deal with Mo Lan!"

The voice was filled with a determination to fight to the death, and it was particularly clear in the chaotic battlefield.

"What should we do? Can we really defeat him?"

Zhirou's cheeks, already flushed from the intense battle, were now covered in sweat, and her hair was sticking to her face in a messy manner.

"Hmm? Okay..."

Hearing her senior brother's call, she turned around instantly and her eyes met Ma Buliang's.

In this brief eye contact, their years of fellowship and shared beliefs were conveyed in their eyes. Zhirou nodded vigorously and responded firmly: "Okay, Senior Brother!"

The two cats moved with fluidity, without the slightest hesitation. They quickly inserted the dragon and phoenix flutes together. In an instant, a mysterious and powerful musical force erupted like a sleeping giant awakening.

"Woooooooo..."

At first, this force was like a low, muffled thunder vibrating in the air, and then it grew stronger and stronger, turning into a surging sound wave, like a raging tsunami, with a devastating momentum, enveloping the surrounding air, making a sharp whistle, and rushing straight towards Molan.

"Take the move!"

“This power…”

Molan's brow, which had always been cold and calm, was finally stained with a serious frown. This was the first time she had shown such a serious expression since the battle began.

She could clearly feel the deadly threat of this power and dared not slack off in the slightest.

"No, it seems that this is the only way!"

She quickly held the spear across her body, planted her feet firmly on the ground, mobilized the water power in her body, and shook her wrist quickly. The spear was like a high-speed rotating propeller, and the strong wind it brought up formed a visible defensive barrier, trying to withstand the powerful shock wave.

"boom!"

However, this power was far beyond her imagination.

When the power of sound collided head-on with Molan's defense, a deafening "bang" was heard. The sound seemed to shatter the heaven and earth. A powerful air wave spread out in all directions with the collision point as the center. The surrounding building debris was lifted up again and turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

"Damn it, is Yun'er so powerful?"

Molan was like a kite with a broken string, and was blasted out from the ceiling by this force.

Her body drew a long arc in the air uncontrollably, smashing countless obstacles along the way. With a burst of flying bricks and stones, she landed heavily on the square, slid for a distance, and then suddenly stopped.

"Squeak squeak..."

The spear rubbed violently against the ground, creating large amounts of dazzling sparks. The harsh sound echoed over the square, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

"Great, there seems to be hope!"

Ma Buliang and Zhirou looked at each other, with the flame of revenge burning in their eyes, and that flame seemed to be able to devour all the darkness in the world.

"let's go!"

Without even a pause, they exerted their strength and instantly rushed towards Molan. In the square, the two men stood firmly, glaring at Molan.

Although they were exhausted and covered in wounds at this moment, their momentum was not diminished at all.

"Uh-huh——"

Molan's breath suddenly weakened, her body swayed, and she staggered.

Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and the bright red blood drops dripped onto the cracked ground one after another, quickly splitting it open, and were particularly glaring in the gloomy environment.

"Um?"

Molan frowned and subconsciously lowered her eyes to look at the pool of blood. A trace of unwillingness and surprise flashed in her eyes, but soon, she regained her coldness and arrogance.

She slowly raised her hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, her movements showing her usual dignity.

"Come on, gather here!"

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from afar, and many elders hurried over from all directions and surrounded Ma Buliang and Zhirou.

"Humph, how can we allow you to act so presumptuously in our sect?"

The elders wore stern expressions, their robes rustling in the wind, and they exuded a powerful aura that was not to be underestimated. For a moment, the atmosphere in the square was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, as if even the air had frozen.

"Hmm? Interesting, too interesting, everyone go to hell!"

Seeing this, Ma Buliang was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled evilly again, with a bit of unruly and crazy in that smile.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhirou, who was also covered in wounds. His voice was low but full of determination:

"Junior sister, it seems that this power has too much of a backlash on us. Let's just use that bow and arrow and charge out!"

"Um!"

When Zhirou heard this, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She nodded vigorously without hesitation and said firmly:

"Okay, Brother! Even if it costs both of our lives, we must eradicate this cancer of the Shen Sect today!"

After saying that, she and Ma Buliang quickly exchanged a glance, and when the two cats' eyes met, their minds were connected.

Ma Buliang quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something:

"Today is the day for our revenge, no one can stop us!"

As he moved, the air around him began to fluctuate violently, making a buzzing sound, and a mysterious force gathered in his palm.

"Uh uh..."

Zhirou closed her eyes tightly, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and she tried her best to inject her rhythmic energy into the powerful move she was about to perform.

She gritted her teeth and murmured softly:

"Brother, let the Shen Sect pay the price for what they did!"

"call……"

Suddenly, a strange pink butterfly burst into the battlefield without warning.

Its wings, as thin as a cicada's wings, flapped with a dreamy rhythm, and each vibration emitted a soft and intoxicating halo. This halo spread in the air, like an invisible gauze, covering the entire battlefield.

"Hmm~"

The elders' originally fierce offensive came to an abrupt halt. Their eyes became blurred and empty, as if their consciousness had been taken away. Their bodies no longer obeyed their commands and they stopped stiffly in place.

"Woooo..."

The battlefield, which was previously filled with powerful rhythmic fluctuations and fierce shouts of killing, suddenly became quiet at this moment, leaving only the subtle "rustling" sound of the butterfly flapping its wings. It was infinitely amplified in this dead silent space, and seemed particularly weird.

"Hmm? What's going on..."

Molan had just recovered from the impact of the power confrontation when she noticed something strange. She was slightly startled and instinctively became alert. She subconsciously clenched the spear in her hand, and her knuckles turned white due to the force.

Despite being injured earlier, her breathing was still a little rapid, and her hair was messy and stuck to her face, but her eyes were still as sharp as an eagle. She stared at the butterfly, trying to find any flaws in it.

"What is this butterfly?"

"What kind of power is this?"

She whispered to herself, her voice low and with a hint of barely perceptible panic. In this silent battlefield, her words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing circles of uneasy ripples.

"Hmm? That power looks so familiar..."

Ma Buliang and Zhirou also looked surprised. They turned their heads and looked at each other almost at the same time, and saw deep doubt in each other's eyes.

"This butterfly's arrival is strange, there must be something strange going on."

Ma Buliang spoke in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

He clenched the phoenix flute in his hand slightly, and the power of water rhythm appeared and disappeared around the flute, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

"Okay, Brother!"

Zhirou nodded, held the dragon flute in her arms, and gently stroked the flute with her slender fingers. Her eyes were fixed on the butterfly, with vigilance and determination in her eyes, and she did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The pink butterfly circled above everyone's heads several times, its posture light and graceful, as if it was surveying the battlefield.

Then, it slowly landed on a piece of gravel in the center of the battlefield. The gravel actually trembled slightly under its touch.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be twisted by an invisible giant hand, rippling layer upon layer, and strange lights and shadows flickered and jumped, as if another world was slowly opening up.

"What's going on? I suddenly feel dizzy..."

Molan felt her vision blurry, her head pounding like a hammer, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. The next second, she was in a scene both familiar and unfamiliar—the Shenzong garden, where she once strolled with her family.

The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, bringing warmth to her body. A gentle breeze brought the fragrance of flowers. The children's laughter reached her ears. Her husband was looking at her tenderly, holding out his hand to her, his smile as warm as the spring sun.

"Alan, don't stand there. The children are waiting for you."

"Mom, come and play!"

"Mother, please stop being in a daze. My sisters are a little unhappy!"

"You, you're back..."

Molan's eyes instantly became moist, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to grasp the warmth, but her fingertips seemed to have touched an illusory bubble.

"Well, why are you here?"

Ma Buliang and Zhirou were also drawn into different illusions by this mysterious force. Ma Buliang returned to the small house where he had devoted himself to painting in his youth. The house was filled with the faint scent of ink, the table was covered with unfinished paintings, and the sunlight through the window sprinkled on the painting paper, casting a soft light.

"These things are..."

He stood in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and on the paper in front of him was the landscape he had been dreaming of.

"Everyone, I see you again..."

Zhirou seemed to have returned to the day when she first entered the master's sect. Everything around her was full of novelty and hope. The master was waving to her with a smile, and her senior brothers and sisters surrounded her with friendly eyes.