Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The gloomy valley was wrapped in layers of thick gray fog, and the sharp sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

"Uh, damn it, Mo Yun, Mo Zi, I won't let you two go..."

The flute player covered his abdomen tightly with one hand, and bright red blood continued to flow out from between his fingers, leaving a winding trail of blood behind him.

"Damn it, that really hurts!"

With every step he took, piercing pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, and his body trembled violently.

After an unknown amount of time, the flute player finally staggered into the hall where An was.

"Hmm? Am I back here already..."

Inside the hall, the faint green candlelight on the bronze candlesticks flickered constantly, stretching the shadows on the walls into distorted shapes, and the entire space was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

"..."

An sat upright on a huge stone chair, holding an ancient book in his hands, his eyes fixed on the pages, and he ignored the arrival of the flute player.

"Uh--"

The flute master endured the pain and knelt heavily on the ground with a thud. His voice was filled with guilt and fear, echoing in the empty hall:

"My lord, I failed in this mission."

"fine--"

Hearing the voice, An's eyes slowly lifted up from the book, sweeping across the flute master's bloodstained body like frost, and then returned to the book as if nothing had happened, his tone cold and without any emotion:

"That's all within my expectations. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"OK……"

The flute master swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, a trace of unwillingness flashed across his face:

"Sir, I am one of your twelve capable generals. I have previously successfully absorbed a trace of Mo Yun's power. I thought this operation was foolproof."

"But I didn't expect that Mo Zi and Mo Yun's combined strength this time was far beyond imagination. Mo Zi played the Phoenix Jade Flute, and the phoenix shadow she summoned was majestic and powerful. Even though I used all my skills, even using the power I got from Mo Yun, I still couldn't resist..."

"Humph……"

An casually put the book aside and crossed his arms across his chest. Although his expression remained calm, the powerful sense of oppression emanating from him seemed to freeze the air.

"As a capable man under my command, and having received Mo Yun's power, you were defeated so miserably. It seems that your usual success has robbed you of your fighting spirit."

The flute player's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his body was shaking like a sieve:

"Sir, please give me another chance! After I return, I will train hard day and night to improve my strength. Next time, I will live up to your expectations and complete the mission successfully!"

"Forget it, don't say anymore..."

An was silent for a moment, then picked up the book again, without even looking up, and waved his hand casually:

"Go down. While you're recovering, reflect on your mistakes. If you behave like this again next time, you don't need to come see me again."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."

The flute player felt as if he had been pardoned. His tense body relaxed instantly. He kowtowed to An, slowly stood up, and dragged his injured body out of the hall step by step with difficulty.

Outside the hall, the gray fog was still thick, and the howling wind seemed to be telling of the impending crisis.

The flute player dragged his wounded body and staggered out of the door of the hall.

"Can you hurt him so badly, Mo Zi..."

An's gaze lingered on the tightly closed stone door for a moment, his mind quickly reviewing the details of the flute player's failure, and then the gaze returned to the ancient book in his hand.

"Perhaps it was a mistake to keep her here in the first place. What should I do now..."

In the hall, the faint green candlelight flickered, casting mottled light and shadows on the stone walls. It was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the rustling of pages turning, and each sound echoed for a long time in the empty space.

"boom……"

After an unknown amount of time, An slowly closed the book in his hand with his slender fingers, his movements neither hurried nor slow.

His eyes darkened slightly, a light of insight flashed in his eyes, and he called softly:

"Yin Mo Luo."

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with unquestionable majesty. It echoed clearly in the empty hall, as if it had the power to penetrate the fog.

"call out……"

A moment later, a hunched figure completely shrouded in a black robe flashed into the hall like a ghost.

Yin Mo Luo knelt on one knee, his black robe spread out on the ground, and said respectfully:

"Sir, Yin Mo Luo is at your service."

An leaned against a stone chair carved with mysterious runes, his eyes calm and composed, as if he could see through all the secrets of the world:

"The flute master failed to perform effectively this time. The Chang Sect has basically lost its control value. You should arrange for someone to deal with it and stop investing too much energy in it. Meanwhile, I'm sending Wuqing and Huanye to explore the Da Sect. Judging by the time they've been doing this, they should have made some progress. Next, you should integrate information from all parties and shift all your attention to the Da Sect."

Yin Mo Luo nodded slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes under the brim of his hat:

"Don't worry, sir. I've already planted a secret agent in the Chang Sect, and I can handle it properly at any time. When I learned that Master Wuqing and Master Huanye were heading to attack the sect, I also arranged for support personnel in advance to ensure that they could obtain intelligence in time and escape unscathed."

"Now, I have a pretty good grasp of the internal defense loopholes and personnel deployment of the Dazong. I have also bribed a few key figures. I am just waiting for the right time to take action."

An crossed his arms and looked out of the hall, as if he could see through the layers of fog and see the distant future:

"Destroying the clan is the key to launching the next step of the plan. This is not only related to the lifeblood of the clan, but also can shake the spiritual order of the entire cat land."

"The Da Zong is full of experts with endless new methods. Wuqing and Huanye may be able to gather intelligence, but to truly seize the power, you still need to make a careful plan. Any slight mistake could lead to our failure."

"Yes, my lord!"

Yin Mo Luo responded, his voice low but full of energy,

"I will definitely live up to your trust! I will ensure that the plan to attack the clan goes as planned."

"Go down."

An waved his hand, his movements casual but with the bearing of a superior, and picked up the ancient book beside him again, immersed in it, as if the conversation just now had never happened.

"Yes, sir..."

Yin Mo Luo saluted again, his figure flashed, and he merged into the vast gray fog.

The gloomy valley is still shrouded in endless darkness and mystery, like a dormant giant beast, waiting for the moment of awakening.

After Yin Moro left, An sat alone on the stone chair in the hall. The green candlelight around him flickered, making his face look even colder.

His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, causing waves of echoes in the empty hall, just like the countdown bell of fate.

"Mo Yun..."

An suddenly murmured softly, his voice as light as a wisp of smoke drifting in the wind.

"The flute master is so incompetent that he can't even deal with you and your sister who are seriously injured."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with complex emotions surging in them, anger, unwillingness and the desire to control the situation intertwined.

"Your sister's power was able to awaken you. It seems that there are still many variables in the Cat Land."

"Whoo~"

At this time, outside the gloomy valley, the originally gloomy sky became even darker, and the thick lead-gray clouds were like surging tides, piling up layer by layer, surrounding the entire valley.

The strong wind, carrying sand and stones, rushed through the valley, making the rocky mountain walls whistle miserably, as if countless wronged souls were crying out, foreshadowing the inevitable storm was coming.

"ah……"

Deep in the valley, a group of night crows were startled by the strong wind. They flapped their wings and flew out of the woods in panic, making sharp cries, breaking the silence of the valley.

These night crows seemed to be driven by an invisible force, flying towards the hall where An was, circling wildly above the hall, adding a bit of gloom to the depressing atmosphere.

In the hall, An slowly stood up, his robe rustling with his movements.

"So be it……"

His gaze pierced through the stone door of the hall, as if it could penetrate the heavy fog and see Mo Yun and Mo Zi far away.

"It's okay, this is just the beginning."

His voice was low and cold, with an innate dominance and confidence.

"Since you're not dead, Mo Yun, and your power has been awakened, I'm going to show you that in the face of absolute strength, all resistance is futile. I'm going to make the entire Cat Land tremble under my feet!"

"Humph……"

After saying that, An put his hands behind his back and strode into the depths of the hall.

As he left, the candles in the hall went out instantly, and the entire space fell into pitch-black darkness. Only the howling of the wind outside the valley became increasingly violent.

A huge crisis sweeping across Maotu is quietly brewing in the darkness, and the fate of Maotu is hanging by a thread.