Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

It's dawn the next day

"call"

Mo Yun slowly ended his meditation state

"Is it this late already? I guess we need to hurry up and get there."

Mo Yun looked up at the sun in the sky and said

Suddenly a cute voice came

"Brother, you're finally done fighting. Here's the food I brought you. Eat it quickly, or you'll be hungry."

Mo Zi looked at him with a smile

"Thank you, but I can't eat now. I have to do something important later."

Mo Yun rubbed her sister's head and said in refusal

"Big deal, what's the big deal? Can't I even eat?"

Mo Zi grumbled unhappily.

"Forehead"

Mo Yun looked at her sister's concerned eyes and said embarrassedly

Suddenly I remembered what I said to my mother yesterday.

"Yun'er, your rhythmic power is increasing too fast now. Your body can't keep up. I will set some physical training goals for you."

Mo Yun shook her head and said to her mother

"No, mother. I know my body can't keep up. But I know I lack a real battle. I think my body can keep up, but without a strong battle to pressure me, I can't reach a dangerous situation and achieve a balance between my strength and body."

"Really? I understand."

Molan thought expressionlessly, but she had already figured out what to do next.

"Yun'er, go to the beach in the sea area tomorrow night. I will be your opponent."

Molan left without looking back.

"Mother, are you going to be my opponent yourself? It seems like I can be under a lot of pressure."

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"Brother, brother, what are you daydreaming about? Why are you always staring at the sun in the sky? I'm asking you, what are you going to do later?"

Mo Zi keeps pestering Mo Yun and won't let him leave

"Azi, be good! Brother just has a little thing to do. Brother will go and take care of it right away and come back when he's done, okay? You must wait for me at home."

Mo Yun left after saying this, but she added something more worriedly.

"Hmph, you stinky brother. I'm going to ignore you. You don't even tell me what you're doing. I'm going to play by myself."

Mo Zi kicked the gravel under his feet and looked at Mo Yun's figure gradually disappearing.

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"Huh, it looks like it's here."

Molan felt that Mo Yun's breath was approaching, and slowly stopped meditating.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the rainbow and falls on the beach soaked by the power of the water dragon. The golden light and the emerald green waves complement each other, forming an unprecedented magnificent picture.

Mo Yun stood on this magical land, his eyes flashing with determination and resolve. He knew that this would be the most important battle in his life, not only to prove himself, but also to regain the lost strength and confidence.

My mother, Molan, the leader of the sect, was dressed in green and blue, like a fairy. She stood quietly not far away, her eyes as deep as a pool, as if she could see through everything in the world.

A faint blue-green aura swirled around her, the fruit of her years of practice and wisdom, enough to strike fear into any enemy's heart. Yet, when facing her son, her eyes held only tenderness and anticipation.

"Yun'er, are you really ready?" Molan's voice was soft but firm. She knew very well that the significance of this contest was far from ordinary.

Mo Yun took a deep breath and nodded, a glint of unyielding determination gleaming in her eyes. "Mother, I'm ready. I want to prove that I can harness this power, not be consumed by it."

As Mo Yun finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two of them instantly grew tense. The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the shore, as if even nature itself was cheering for the upcoming battle.

"Then let's get started." Molan waved her sleeves lightly, and a powerful blue rhythmic force surged out of her body, instantly dyeing the surrounding air blue.

She moved and rushed towards Mo Yun like a ghost, her speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

Seeing this, Mo Yun did not dare to delay. He quickly condensed the rhythmic power in his body and waved his hands. A series of emerald green water dragons gushed out from his fingertips, interweaving with his mother's blue rhythmic power to form a colorful picture.

"Dancing of the green dragons!" Mo Yun shouted softly, and saw the water dragons tumbling and jumping in the air, as flexible and changeable as living things.

Sometimes they gather into a water dragon column, soaring into the sky; sometimes they disperse into countless tiny water droplets, falling on the beach, forming crystal clear blue waves.

However, facing Mo Yun's attack, Mo Lan seemed to be at ease.

She waved her sleeves casually, and the water dragons seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and scattered.

Then, she flashed and appeared beside Mo Yun, slapping him on the shoulder.

Mo Yun was startled and quickly dodged to the side, but even so, he was still knocked back several steps by the powerful force.

He knew very well that his mother's strength was unfathomable, and he had to give it his all to have a chance of winning.

"Mother, I won't back down again!" Mo Yun roared, and the power in his body instantly boiled over.

He clenched his hands into fists, and the emerald green rhythmic energy condensed into sharp sword energy on his fists, as if to tear the world apart.

"Dragon roars in the sky!" Mo Yun shouted, and his body suddenly jumped up, rushing towards his mother like an angry dragon.

The sword energy in Mo Yun's hand resounded through the sky like a dragon's roar, and slashed towards his mother with the power to destroy the world.

However, Mo Lan just smiled slightly. She did not move, but just waved her sleeve lightly, and a blue power surged out like a torrent, swallowing up all of Mo Yun's sword energy.

Then, she flashed and appeared behind Mo Yun, slapping him on the back.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Mo Yun felt a powerful force coming from behind, which knocked him away.

He fell heavily on the beach, splashing water.

"Cough cough..." Mo Yun struggled to get up, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. "Mother, why are you so powerful?"

Mo Lan slowly walked over to Mo Yun and gently stroked his hair. "Yun'er, strength isn't something you gain overnight. It requires time, hard work, and unwavering perseverance. You're losing control because your body can't fully withstand this overwhelming force. What I need to do is help you gradually adapt to this power so you can truly harness it."

When Mo Yun heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He understood his mother's good intentions and his own future path. He took a deep breath, gathered his rhythmic energy once again, and prepared for the next round of competition.

"One more time, Mother"

Mo Yun rushed out after saying this

……

A dark shadow is hiding on a beach in the distance

"The show is about to begin, my dear nephew. I was lucky enough to let you succeed last time. I wonder if you can do it this time."

"The script I wrote must be performed according to my steps."

As Mo Xie spoke, a fierce expression appeared on his face.

"Wow, this is about to get interesting. Looks like my scripts are getting better and better."

Mo Xie smiled even happier when he saw a cat person walking towards him from a distance.

……

In the fierce battle, the contest between Mo Yun and his mother Mo Lan reached a climax.

However, at this moment, the trace of chaotic power hidden in his body suddenly became restless, like a sleeping giant beast being awakened, instantly breaking Mo Yun's originally stable control of the rhyme power.

"Ah!" Mo Yun suddenly let out a cry of pain, his eyes instantly turned red, as if they were ignited by flames.

"What's going on? What exactly is this power? Didn't I break this nightmare when I advanced? Why can it still appear in my heart?"

"Is it true that chaos cannot be simply erased?"

The uncontrolled power raged within him, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

The Bibo Dragon Dance in his hand became wild and chaotic, no longer driven by his will. It ran around everywhere, almost destroying the surrounding scenery.

"Oh, the sunshine is so nice today. It looks like we'll definitely have a good harvest when we go out to sea today."

"Hey, what's going on over there? There's a fight between the Peking Opera Cats. Anyway, there's no rush, let's go and watch the fun and have some fun."

The cat people in the distance, innocent lives, were watching from a distance. But he did not notice that he was being slowly pulled to the edge of the battlefield by a trace of force.

"My dear nephew, do you like this gift?"

Mo Xie used a trace of dark power to slowly pull the innocent cat to the center.

"What's going on? Why are there cat people here? Why are they coming near here?"

A bad thought came to Mo Yun's mind.

"How can a lowly cat look upon the form of a high-ranking cat? Kill him."

"No! I can't hurt innocent people!" Mo Yun roared in his heart. He tried desperately to suppress the chaotic power, but found that the more he struggled, the stronger the power became.

He felt as if his body was about to be torn apart, and the pain and despair intertwined made him almost give up resistance.

However, at this moment, he heard his mother Molan's gentle and firm voice: "Yun'er, calm down! You can control this power!" These words were like a clear spring, instantly extinguishing the fire in his heart.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Seeing this, Molan also took action immediately. She quickly gathered a stream of pure blue energy, forming a barrier that isolated the out-of-control water dragons and protected the cat people in the distance.

At the same time, she continued to send warmth and comforting power to Mo Yun to help him calm his mind.

With the help of her mother, Mo Yun finally regained control of her rhyme power.

He gritted his teeth, forced the chaotic power back into his body, and tamed it with his own will.

With a low roar from him, the frenzied water dragons finally calmed down and were back under his control.

"Thank you, mother!" Mo Yun looked at Mo Lan gratefully, tears glistening in her eyes.

Molan looked at Mo Yun and a complicated feeling flashed through her mind.

"What on earth is that power? Why does it keep influencing Yun'er's thoughts? The murderous intent in that moment was as if it had just come from a great battle."

"From the previous battle, Yun'er, it's really not the imbalance between your body and your power! What exactly is that hint of darkness? Chaos?"

"But isn't the Chaos Beast sealed deep within our sect? Then what exactly is this force that's affecting his mind?"

Molan looked at Mo Yun's face and there were more and more questions.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood? I see a lot of sadness on your face!"

Mo Yun asked her mother worriedly

"It's okay, Yun'er, keep going and control your strength."

After saying that, Molan continued to walk to the distance, ready to start the next battle.

"Okay, mother"

Mo Yun knew very well that without his mother's help and encouragement, he would probably have gone astray.

In the following battle, Mo Yun and her mother had a fierce confrontation.

He constantly tried new skills and tactics, and every failure made him more determined in his beliefs.

Molan always maintained her composure and elegance. She was not only testing Mo Yun's strength, but also teaching him how to become a truly strong man.

As time went by, Mo Yun's strength gradually improved.

He was able to control the rhythmic energy in his body more freely, turning the power that once made him lose control into his own weapon. The competition between him and his mother became more and more intense and exciting.

"What is this power?"

As Mo Yun continued to fight, he felt the strength in his body becoming more and more full.

"Is this the correct direction for integrating rhyme power?"

Suddenly, Mo Yun fainted and Mo Lan supported him in time.

……

"Three elders, do you know what just happened? That powerful force even affected me in the basement."

"We don't know either. That powerful force scares us all."

"Yeah"

A trace of worry suddenly appeared on the face of the Rain Master, who was calm in the face of the sudden change.

"That direction, ma'am, is she in danger?"

After saying this, the Rain Master rushed out

"Hey, what's this Yu kid doing so rashly? Where is he going?"

"Okay, stop talking. I'm so annoyed. I just heard that the place he went to seems to be where the sect leader is. Let's go and take a look."

……

Mo Yun gently closed her eyes, and the light blue halo surrounding her body gradually faded away, like the last touch of tenderness in the morning light.

Mother Molan's movements were gentle but firm. She gently placed Mo Yun on the soft ground, her eyes full of tenderness and pride.

Just when everything had returned to calm, a deep black light suddenly flashed between Mo Yun's eyebrows, trying to break free from the restraints and head towards the unknown distance.

This sudden change made the air freeze in an instant.

The three elders who rushed over felt a sense of danger when they saw the black power appearing, and immediately prepared to use their rhyme power to erase it.

But when he saw Sect Master Molan, a powerful man at the peak of his rhyme power, there was a flash of unquestionable determination in his eyes.

She opened her red lips, chanted an ancient and mysterious spell, and slowly formed seals with her hands. The power of rhythm surged around her body, as if all the purity and light in the world were gathered together. In her hand, it gathered into a spear.

"go"

Following a low groan from Sect Master Molan, the black light that was trying to escape was instantly pierced into the ground by the javelin and surrounded by the sect master-level rhythmic power inside. Like ice and snow under the scorching sun, it quickly melted and eventually turned into nothingness, without even a trace left.

Everything returned to normal, leaving only Mo Yun's peacefully sleeping figure and Mo Lan's slightly tired but loving face.

All around were the elders' gazes of awe and gratitude. They knew that it was Sect Master Molan who had once again protected the peace of the sect.

"Madam, are you okay?" Master Yu asked softly, his heart full of worry.

"No problem, just a little bit of weathering." Mo Lan smiled slightly, looking at Mo Yun tenderly, "Yun'er has grown a lot."

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