Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Why did you come out? Why?!"

The fake sect leader was trembling all over, gray mist was gushing out from between his fingers, and the replica of the Frost Fan was shattered into powder in his palm.

She stared at Zhen Mo Zi who was slowly approaching, her pupils reflecting the heart-protecting power that lit up on the other's wrist - the blood pattern that should have locked the container was now glowing a clear ice blue.

"Just surrender as soon as possible! We simply want to liberate the Chang Sect and don't want to do anything unnecessary!"

The fake sect leader's gray mist hissed in the light of the water purification talisman. She stared at the dark purple sect body ornament on her waist and suddenly laughed shrilly:

"Liberate the Chang Sect? You outsiders have no idea what's hidden here!"

She slammed the blood pattern formation, and a loud sound of rocks collapsing came from the direction of the forbidden palace.

"Since you want to be a hero—go and see the Sing Sect's dirtiest secrets!"

"Humph!"

Mo Zi frowned and stood in front of Xiao Qing, but saw countless chains breaking out of the ground. The ends of the chains were not tied to puppets, but to disciples of the Chang Sect who were eroded by chaos.

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude!"

They all wore the same "heart-protecting chains" around their necks as Mo Zi, but each chain was wrapped in dried blood veins - that was the ironclad evidence that the fake sect leader used the "Container Plan" to extract the rhythmic power.

“These cats…”

Dafei clenched his fists.

"Are they all from the Chang Sect?!"

"He is a criminal sentenced to death by your 'Rongyin Sect Master'."

The fake leader hid behind the stone pillar and spoke sinisterly.

"Killing their relatives, murdering their teachers, betraying their sect—Rong Yin locked them up in the Forbidden Palace as 'Chaos Feed'. I was just making use of their waste."

"You fart!"

Rong Yin (Zhen)'s fingertips suddenly clenched the Cang Hai Pearl, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the pearl's surface:

"You're distorting the facts! Back then, they were bewitched by Chaos..."

"enough."

Mo Zi suddenly raised his sword and cut off the nearest chain. The Chaos Tentacles turned into nothing under the Jinglang Blade.

"Disciples of the Body Sect do not judge the past, but what is happening now—"

She threw three water purification talismans backhandedly, illuminating the glimmer of light that had not yet extinguished in the disciples' eyes.

"Using chaos to control one's own kind is the true unforgivable sin."

"You...you don't understand anything at all, yet you're making irresponsible accusations..."

The fake sect leader's laughter stopped abruptly.

She looked at the "containers" that should have been drained dry, and actually struggled to break the chains in the light of the water purification talisman, revealing the old pattern of the Chang Sect hidden in the cuffs - that was the "mark of vitality" secretly left for each prisoner when Rong Yin sealed the demon ten years ago.

"That, that could be a sign of life?"

"Do you think the tighter you lock it, the more obedient Chaos will be?" Mo Zi stepped over the broken chain and walked towards the altar.

"There's a saying in the Shenzong water prison: You can trap the waves, but you can't trap the tide."

She thrust the Shock Wave Blade into the Blood Pattern Cauldron, and the seawater poured in along the blade, instantly transforming the entire hall into a shimmering "Water Mirror Cage".

"Now, it's your turn to experience what it's like to be imprisoned."

"what--"

The fake sect leader struggled frantically in the water ripples, but found that all the chaos tentacles were bound by the pure water.

She finally looked at Rong Yin, only to see him untying the chains of those disciples with tears in his eyes, while Mo Zi had already jumped to the top of the altar.

The "Sect Guardian Lighthouse" that had been covered in dust for ten years was reactivated using the Body Sect's secret method. The moment the light penetrated the gray fog, the real sound of the sect's flute came from afar. It was the rhythm of freedom that had been obscured by chaos for a long time.

The fake leader frantically tore at his face, and the gray mist wrapped around the center stone pillar like a venomous snake:

"Kill her!"

"Yes, Master..."

The fake Mo Zi suddenly jumped up, and the chaos gathered into a ferocious three-edged spike in his palm, which left ten afterimages in the sound of breaking through the air.

"Hmph, boring..."

Zhen Mozi tapped the ground with his toes and spun around, his Jinglang Blade creating nine water-wave barriers, but he saw the opponent's sharp claws easily penetrate the ice wall, and the poison on his fingertips burned the stone wall, emitting sizzling green smoke.

"The water of the Body Sect has no form..."

The fake Mo Zi's voice is like the friction of broken glass.

"It's just a pool of stinking water in the chaos!"

Before she finished her words, she had already approached Zhen Mo Zi's face, and the three-edged spear went straight to his throat.

"..."

Zhen Mo Zi leaned back to avoid it, but the ends of his hair were curled up by the burning of the poison. The moment he swung the Jinglang Blade back, the opponent actually blocked the blade with his elbow. The bone armor condensed by chaos collided with the metal, and bloody sparks burst out.

Xiaoqing crushed three ice talismans:

"Sister! Use the power of rhythm to resonate!"

Zhen Mozi tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and the secret technique of the body sect caused ripples on the totem.

Fake Mo Zi's movements suddenly slowed down - the blood patterns under her feet actually conflicted with the water patterns, and every step she took felt like stepping on broken glass.

The real Mo Zi took the opportunity to get closer, and wrapped the Jinglang Blade around the opponent's wrist, but the fake Mo Zi suddenly showed a sinister smile:

"late!"

"The power of chaos becomes chaos!"

Gray mist gushed out from the seven orifices of the fake Mo Zi, transforming into twelve chaotic tentacles that twisted towards the real Mo Zi.

"Let's see who can get the name of Mo Zi!"

The latter spun around and swung out the soft sword from his sleeve. The blade wrapped around the nearest tentacle like water. When he used the force to leap into the air, he was shocked to see that all the tentacles were tipped with his own broken hair - that was the "Reverse Scale Needle" that the fake sect leader had refined for ten years using the Forbidden Palace Blood Formation, which was specifically designed to counter the sect's physical and rhyme power.

"Taste the backlash of your own blood curse!"

The fake sect leader screamed and slapped the center of the formation, and twelve scale-reverse needles shot out at the same time.

"It seems the price is very heavy..."

The real Mo Zi twisted and changed direction in the air, and the Jinglang Blade danced into a curtain of water, but he was distracted the moment he caught a glimpse of the fake Mo Zi's eyes - that fleeting look of "Save me", which he wanted to shout but didn't.

The Ni Lin needle brushed past her collarbone and pierced into the stone wall. In the severe pain, Zhen Mo Zi suddenly had an idea. The tip of the blade picked up a strand of the other person's hair and threw it towards the water ripple totem.

"..."

Miraculously, the chaotic hair revealed its original deep purple color in the water light, and was even wrapped around half of... the conch pendant that Shen Zong wore in his childhood.

"You are the one... imprisoned."

Zhen Mo Zi's whisper was drowned out by the battle roar.

She thrust the Jinglang Blade into the ground, and the water ripples in the entire hall suddenly boiled into a giant whirlpool. The chaotic tentacles of the fake Mo Zi disintegrated bit by bit in the vortex, revealing the real body underneath, which was tortured and bruised all over. That was clearly the twin sister who was abducted in the same year as the real Mo Zi and should have died young.

"Do not--!"

The fake sect leader's screams were drowned out by the sound of waves.

Zhen Mozi hugged the phantom that was about to disappear, and her sister's fingertips stroked the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows for the last time, turning into thousands of water droplets that merged into the Jinglang Blade.

When the water ripples completely washed away the blood formation, the fake sect leader looked at his transparent palms and finally understood the fear in the real Mo Zi's eyes - that was not the fear of death, but the deepest regret for never having lived.

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(Alas, that's all for now. There's nothing much I want to write. Alas, I also want to quickly jump out of this section and fight the Zong.)

(After all, that part includes some stories from Water Margin, so I think it should be more exciting.)