Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Hehehe..."

Just when everyone was deeply immersed in the illusion, a charming yet calm laughter, like the cry of a night owl, suddenly came from the side.

"Hmm~"

The laughter carried a unique rhythm, echoing in the silent battlefield, as if throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, causing layers of strange ripples.

"Humph~"

Following the sound, I saw Hua Qiansui, dressed in a gorgeous robe, standing gracefully on a high place, overlooking everything with a half-smile on her face.

She had a confident and arrogant smile on her face, and her eyes were full of mockery, as if everything happening before her was just a farce for her entertainment.

"Molan, Molan."

Hua Qiansui opened her red lips slightly, her voice was crisp and pleasant, yet carried a certain unquestionable sense of oppression.

"If the two of them can't stop you, can I, Hua Qiansui, stop you?"

As she spoke, she raised her chin slightly, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and her arrogance became more and more obvious.

She slowly raised her hand and gently fiddled with her hair. Her movements were graceful and calm, yet she faintly exuded a frightening aura.

The air around her seemed to freeze because of her words. The strange pink butterfly seemed to feel this powerful breath, and the originally light flapping frequency of its wings actually slowed down slightly.

"Come……"

Then, Hua Qiansui raised a mysterious arc at the corner of his mouth, slowly stretched out his right hand, and raised his orchid finger slightly, with an extremely elegant posture.

The pink butterfly seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power. It fluttered its wings and quietly flew onto her middle finger, where it stayed quietly.

"Yeah, so good~"

Hua Qiansui lowered his head slightly, opened his thin lips, and placed a gentle kiss on the butterfly's wings.

"You're such a loser..."

At the moment she kissed the butterfly, a strange pink light suddenly flashed in her eyes. The light was deep and mysterious, as if it contained endless secrets and powerful power, which made people shudder.

Just as Molan fell into the illusion, Ma Buliang and Zhirou's consciousness gradually became blurred, and they were almost completely sinking into it.

"boom……"

Suddenly, the sky cracked without any warning, as if it was split open by a huge axe. A dazzling dark light shot out from it, and then a pair of huge hands emitting a strange dark light stretched out from it and pulled them out with lightning speed.

"What, what's going on..."

The two cats returned to reality, gasping for breath like dying people who had grabbed a life-saving straw. Their legs went soft and they fell heavily to their knees with a plop.

They covered their chests tightly with their hands, their hearts still beating wildly, making loud "bang bang" sounds, as if they were about to burst through their chests.

"Huhuhu..."

The wind howled as the air was filled with an oppressive silence. Only their heavy breathing echoed in the desolate battlefield.

"Um?"

At this moment, the two cats turned their heads at the same time, and saw a snow-white cat sitting elegantly on the eaves, with a bright red spot on its forehead, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, with an extremely proud posture.

There was a hint of teasing in its emerald eyes as it looked down at them, then slowly raised its paw.

He clapped his hands in a gentle but teasing voice, "Hello, you two! I didn't expect to see such an interesting scene..."

"Ha ha……"

The two of them gasped for breath and looked at the cat warily and panickily.

"You...you are Hua Qiansui?"

Ma Buliang's voice trembled as he forced himself to stand up and questioned, his voice sounding particularly weak in the whistling wind.

"Hmm~"

Hua Qiansui stretched slowly, and with a "meow", she transformed into a human form in an instant. She was dressed in a red dress that was as red as fire, and her body rustled in the strong wind. Her eyes were filled with indifference, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her.

"Yes, it's me. Look at how miserable you are. You almost can't get out."

Her tone was flat, as if she was just stating an insignificant matter, and the wind tore her words into pieces.

"hateful……"

Zhirou gritted her teeth, her knees trembling slightly from the exertion, her heart filled with resentment and doubt:

"Why did you save us? And why did you set up that illusion?"

Hua Qiansui smiled softly and slowly walked in front of them. His footsteps were particularly clear in the silent battlefield.

"It was just a spur of the moment thing. Seeing you and Molan fighting so hard, I wanted to see how you performed in the illusion and give you a hand to save you from losing your life early. It's so boring."

"What!"

Ma Buliang clenched his fists, veins popping out on the back of his hands, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes:

"You're using our lives as a joke, you..."

"Woooooooo..."

Before he could finish his words, a loud "boom" was heard in the distance, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The ground began to crack, and hideous cracks spread in all directions like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws.

"presumptuous……"

Molan's figure slowly emerged, a cold blue energy lingering around her, surging wildly in the raging wind. Her brows were furrowed, her expression icy, like a thousand-year-old iceberg. The spear in her hand flickered with a faint light, as if harboring endless murderous intent.

All around the battlefield, the soldiers who had been on high alert were so shocked by the sudden change that they stood still, not daring to make a sound. It was so quiet that the only sound they could hear was the rustling sound of the cold wind blowing through their armor.

"What happened just now? Why..."

"Quiet, big brother, just follow Molan's instructions!"

Those elders who were usually highly respected were now holding their breath and watching all this with serious expressions. Their figures looked particularly old and helpless under the gloomy sky.

"Hua Qiansui, you shouldn't interfere."

Molan's voice was low. Although there was no angry roar, the cold tone revealed a strong sense of oppression, and every word seemed to be wrapped in frost.

"Then stay!"

After saying that, she shook her spear, and with a "whoosh" sound, a blue air wave wrapped in a biting chill swept towards them like a roaring ice dragon. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be frozen, making a "sizzling" sound.

"It seems you saw something interesting..."

Hua Qiansui looked calm, her eyes swept across the air wave indifferently, and her hands quickly formed seals. Red runes flickered and jumped at her fingertips, emitting a faint light.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, a red light curtain rose up instantly, and with a "buzz" sound, it was like an indestructible wall, steadily blocking Molan's attack. Where the light curtain collided with the air wave, a dazzling light burst out.

"I always do things based on my own pleasure."

Her tone was cold, and there was no emotion in her eyes, as if the battle before them was nothing more than a farce not worth mentioning.

Ma Buliang and Zhirou looked at each other, their eyes conveying determination and tacit understanding.

"Whoo~"

They took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and fatigue in their hearts, and the phoenix flutes and dragon flutes in their hands shone brightly.

"We fight side by side and cannot lose!"

Ma Buliang said in a deep voice, with a determination to burn his boats.

"Um!"

Zhirou nodded, and her spiritual power poured into the dragon flute like a surging tide. The flute sounded "woohoo", producing a melodious and passionate tune.

Blue notes flew out from the flute, and turned into sharp blades with a "whoosh", shooting towards Molan with the force of breaking through the wind.

"Um!"

Molan's figure flashed with ghostly movements, and she easily avoided the attack with a "whoosh". She stabbed out with her backhand. The blue flame at the tip of the gun was chilling, like a ferocious poisonous snake, hissing and heading straight for Zhirou's throat.

"Humph……"

Hua Qiansui appeared in front of Zhirou in an instant, waved his sleeves, and a powerful force surged out, repelling Molan's attack.

"It's not that easy to hurt them."

She looked indifferent, as if the battle before her was nothing more than a farce not worth mentioning.

"It's not easy to deal with..."

Molan's brows furrowed even deeper, and the blue energy around her became more intense, surging and roaring in the strong wind.

"Then give it a try."

After saying that, she moved like lightning and attacked again with a whoosh!

"It seems that Sect Master Molan is a little impatient..."

"What!"

Molan suddenly came back to her senses, and the blue energy around her became more and more violent, as if it was going to crush the air around her.

"Let me disperse..."

She gripped the spear tightly, the tip of the spear flashing coldly, and stabbed at Hua Qiansui again without hesitation.

"Let me in again!"

When Hua Qiansui saw this, a strange light flashed in her eyes, which was a sign that her pupil technique was about to be activated.

"Hmm? It's still an illusion..."

In an instant, the scene around Molan suddenly changed. The battlefield that was originally filled with smoke turned into a quiet deep sea. The dark blue sea water was quiet and deep, gently wrapping her. The water pressure slowly came from all directions, making her movements slow.

"Sculpture Skills"

Molan was shocked, but did not panic. She took a deep breath and circulated the rhythmic power in her body, trying to break through the illusion.

"Sigh~"

At this moment, countless sea snakes emerged from the darkness, opened their bloody mouths, revealed their sharp fangs, and pounced on her frantically.

"Humph……"

Molan swung his spear, the spear shadow flashed, and there was a "whoosh" sound. Every time he stabbed, it brought up a splash of water, repelling the approaching sea snakes.

"That's it……"

Hua Qiansui stood in reality, watching coldly, his arms folded across his chest, a hint of sneer on his lips.

"damn it……"

She blinked her eyes gently, and the oppressive feeling in the illusion intensified again. Molan felt her body getting heavier and heavier, and breathing became more and more difficult.

"Ah……"

However, she did not give in. She shouted loudly, and the blue rhythmic energy around her instantly erupted, forming a powerful shield that shook off all the surrounding sea snakes.

"Blue water breaks the sky!"

Taking advantage of this force, she rushed towards the edge of the illusion, and the spear in her hand was like a blue lightning, tearing through the sea.

With a loud "bang", Molan successfully broke through this layer of illusion and returned to the real battlefield.

"Humph……"

Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn, but her eyes were becoming more determined.

"Yeah, it's out again."

Hua Qiansui raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, "Interesting."

"Then try this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she activated her pupil technique again. This time, countless clones of Hua Qiansui appeared in front of Molan. They gathered around from all directions, each with a playful smile on their face, and their movements were in unison, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

"Hahaha, is this Sect Master Molan?"

"Then let me try your methods!"

"Come on, what are you doing standing there?"

"Hmm? That's not right..."

Molan did not attack rashly. She observed her surroundings vigilantly, slowly rotating the spear in her hand to form a defensive circle.

"this!"

Suddenly, she noticed that the look in Hua Qiansui's eyes was slightly different. Instead of that careless playfulness, there was a bit more focus in his eyes.

"Is this the real body?!"

Molan's heart trembled, and she concluded that this was the real body.

"Water sleeves floating clouds!"

She thrust her spear forward without hesitation, and the spear, with a sharp sound of wind, went straight to Hua Qiansui's throat.

"good!"

Hua Qiansui was not in a hurry. He dodged the fatal blow easily.

The two cats crossed each other in an instant, bringing up a gust of wind.

"boom!"

The two of them crossed each other in an instant, bringing up a strong wind that blew sand and stones all around and swept the dust on the ground into the air.

"Come again, come again..."

Then, Hua Qiansui took advantage of the situation and turned around. A strange light flashed in his eyes and his pupil technique was activated. The scene around Molan instantly turned into a burning purgatory. The scorching flames licked her body and the billowing smoke blocked her vision.

"It's all useless!"

Molan did not retreat. She waved her spear, the blue rhythmic force surged, and the wind from the spear dispersed the flames.

She spotted Hua Qiansui's weakness and thrust out with her spear again. The spear was as powerful as a dragon emerging from the sea.

"Hey, you can't hit..."

Hua Qiansui was agile and moved freely among the gun shadows, cleverly avoiding the attacks time and time again, while constantly using his pupil technique to interfere with Molan.

"Damn it, my rhythm power is about to run out!"

Within a few rounds, Molan felt that the blue rhythmic energy in her body was surging wildly in the high-intensity battle and resistance to illusions, and it had reached its extreme.

Her movements gradually slowed down and her breathing became heavy.

"Master Molan, you've reached your limit. I didn't expect you still have hidden injuries that haven't healed yet..."

"Hmph, what does it have to do with you?"

Finally, after another full-strength attack was avoided by Hua Qiansui, Molan felt exhausted. He supported himself with his spear and suddenly knelt down, breathing heavily. Sweat kept dripping from his forehead and onto the cracked ground.

At this moment, Ma Buliang, who was standing aside and watching the battle, showed a hint of joy on his face and couldn't help laughing:

"Haha, I never thought that our powerful Molan Sect Master would have this day."

His laughter echoed across the battlefield, tinged with a hint of teasing and pride.

Although he had suffered in Hua Qiansui's illusion before, seeing Molan in such a miserable state at this moment, the depression that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time was finally released.

"Hmm? She's not doing well, and so are we..."

Zhirou frowned and looked worried. She knew that Molan should not be underestimated even though she was in trouble. This battle might be far from over.

"Mo Yun, let me see the limit of your strength!"

She gripped the dragon flute tightly in her hand, ready to deal with any unexpected events at any time. At the same time, she secretly surveyed the battlefield situation, thinking about how to take action at the critical moment to break the stalemate.

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(Alas, he's live streaming again, but why do I feel unhappy? I feel like he's selling cards again. I heard him mention that there will be news on the second half of Season 4 in June?)

(Didn’t I say I wanted to write 1000 chapters before? I realized that 1000 words per chapter might not be enough, so I condensed it a bit and tried to challenge 2000 words per chapter!)