Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Chapter 503: Singing Sect Master!

Dafei took a deep breath, calmed his inner turmoil, and slowly pushed open the gate.

"grandmother!"

The cry filled with longing and attachment echoed in the courtyard.

"What does Dafei's grandmother look like? Is she as kind as the owner's grandmother?"

"I think so..."

Wusong, Baitang and others were also full of anticipation. They followed Dafei into the yard, ready to share the joy of reunion together.

"Um?"

In the yard, a half-finished bamboo basket was placed on the stone table, and a low stool beside it was tilted on the ground, as if the owner had gotten up and left in too much of a hurry.

"Did something happen to grandma?"

Dafei's eyes swept across these familiar yet unfamiliar scenes, his heart suddenly tightened, and an indescribable uneasiness surged in his heart.

"quick!"

He walked quickly into the house, each step filled with nervousness and eagerness.

……

Just as Dafei was anxiously looking for his grandmother in the courtyard, the atmosphere under the majestic palace of Changzongzong Palace was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

"Those idiots haven't arrived yet!"

The mysterious cat flute player was dressed in a black robe, with a black veil covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, as he walked silently through the long corridor.

"Jie Jie..."

The quaint cat flute in his hand shone with an eerie luster in the dim light.

The guards of the Zong Palace blocked the way with their spears drawn, shouting in unison:

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Chang Zong Zong Palace!"

The cat flute player remained unmoved. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his wrist lightly, and a stream of black chaotic air instantly surged out of the cat flute.

"cut……"

The air currents rushed towards the guards like ferocious venomous snakes. The guards were horrified and hastily waved their weapons to resist, but were shaken back by this powerful chaotic force and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

……

In the grand hall of the Changzong Palace with its carved beams and painted rafters, the leader of the Changzong was sitting in front of the zither table in a gorgeous dress.

"Alas, now I can no longer play the melody?"

Her fingertips touched the strings lightly, but the melody she played was messy and lacked beauty.

On the side, Li Ming was full of doubts and couldn't help but ask:

"Master, why is your piano music so chaotic?"

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master sighed softly, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness:

"Dawn, my mind is in turmoil. The Chang Sect has been through so many changes these days, and I can't seem to control this authentic magical weapon anymore."

As she spoke, she looked into the distance with empty eyes and a worried look on her face.

“You can’t go in!”

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the hall.

First came the guards' harsh shouts, followed by the sounds of fierce fighting and the dull thud of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Um!"

Liming's expression turned stern, and he quickly drew his sword, standing in front of the sect leader and looking at the palace door vigilantly.

The clan leader's eyebrows were furrowed, and his already troubled mood became even more gloomy.

"What's going on? Someone actually dared to cause trouble in the Zong Palace."

After saying that, she stood up, with rhythmic energy flowing through her body, ready to face this sudden change.

The cat flute player walked into the hall with steady steps. The chaotic aura surrounding him was like a surging undercurrent, filling the entire space with oppression and weirdness.

"Um?"

The sect leader raised his eyes, and the moment his gaze met the cat flute player, his pupils suddenly shrank and an expression of extreme panic flashed across his face, as if he had seen something horrible.

But her years of experience as a superior made her quickly control her emotions and pretend to be calm.

She turned quickly and gave a stern order to the guards who were struggling to stand up, their faces full of anger:

"Everyone, retreat! No one is allowed to approach the hall without my order!"

The voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a certain harshness that was not there usually.

"do not move!"

Then she looked at Dawn, who was standing beside her with a vigilant look on her face and her hands tightly gripping her sword.

"Um?"

Liming's hands turned white from the force, and his eyes were full of worry and confusion about the situation. He leaned forward slightly, trying to use his body to build a line of defense for the sect leader.

However, the Sect Master only waved his hand slightly, his voice was soft but resolute:

"Dawn, you should step down too."

Li Ming was startled, a struggle flashed in his eyes. He opened his lips slightly, as if wanting to persuade, but when he met the sect leader's unquestionable gaze, he could only obey the order.

He looked back every few steps, and every step was filled with hesitation and uneasiness, until he disappeared outside the hall.

"Crackling..."

After the cats left, the hall fell into a dead silence, with only the crackling of burning candles as the sound could be heard.

"call……"

The sect leader took a deep breath, slowly adjusted his breathing, his expression turned respectful, and he took light steps forward and bowed deeply.

"Haha, there's no need to be so polite, Sect Master."

The cat flute master looked down at her condescendingly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his cold eyes, and a faint smile curled up the corners of his mouth. He reached out and gently patted her shoulder, his deep voice particularly clear in the silence:

"Master Chang Zong, you did quite well, haha."

After saying that, he strode towards the depths of the hall.

The clan leader quickly turned around and followed closely behind him in small steps.

As they stepped into the hall, the flickering candlelight made the two people's figures appear longer and shorter.

The flute player suddenly stopped and spoke slowly:

"You should know what to do next."

The clan leader nodded slightly, his voice trembling slightly:

"Yes, I'll follow your instructions."

The flute master curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

"Ugh……"

Only the sect leader was left standing there, looking at the empty hall with a complicated expression on his face.

Her gaze fixed on one spot, her mind racing. Although the power of Chaos controlled her actions, deep down, she still had her own thoughts and resentment.

"Am I right or wrong?"

She thought of the prosperity of the Chang Sect and the people who trusted her, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart. But now, bound by Chaos, she was powerless to break free, sinking deeper and deeper into this dark vortex, forced to do things against her will, her heart filled with helplessness and struggle.

Inside the hall, the dead silence was like thick ink, tightly enveloping the leader of the Chang Sect.

"Husband, child, where are you..."

She stood alone in the vastness, staring into the distance with empty eyes, her whole body exuding the helplessness and struggle of being caught up in chaos.

"tread……"

A light sound of footsteps came from the back of the hall. The sound was soft and slow, and gradually became clearer in the quiet space.

I saw an old woman, dressed in simple clothes, with her silver hair neatly tied behind her head, her face full of the vicissitudes of life, walking slowly towards me.

She took every step carefully, as if afraid of disturbing the oppressive atmosphere.

The old woman came behind the clan leader and bowed respectfully. Her voice was slightly hoarse but steady and powerful.

"metropolitan."

"Um!"

The sect leader slowly turned around, and when he saw the old woman, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

The old woman paused, took a deep breath, and mustered up her courage to say:

"Master, are you really going to follow his instructions? Have you forgotten your husband and child?"

At this moment, the sect leader's eyes changed drastically, with pain, reluctance, and entanglement surging in his eyes.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but was choked by indescribable emotions in her throat.

Those warm memories of her time with her husband and children flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern: the children playing and laughing in the courtyard, the time she and her husband strolled side by side in the Zong Palace garden...

But soon, her eyes became firm again and she clenched her teeth, as if she had made a difficult decision.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the sky outside. Her voice was calm but filled with endless sadness:

"I have no choice. This is also for the sect and for my child."

When she mentioned the word "child", her voice trembled unconsciously, and her hands clenched subconsciously, her knuckles turning white due to the force. It was the determination after repeatedly struggling between reluctance and determination that she finally chose to go all out.