Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"..."

Seeing the martial veins regenerating muscles and white smoke rising from Mo Zi's wound, Xiaoqing and Mingyue looked at each other and almost at the same time sat cross-legged behind Mo Zi.

The bright moon rustled softly, tiny starlight condensed from the fingertips, Xiaoqing's sleeves moved without wind, and the faint blue rhythm flowed along the cuffs.

"Sister, hold on..."

The two cats pressed their palms against the dark purple bloodstained back, and aqua blue and star-shaped rhythmic energy flowed in like a trickle, trying to promote the penetration of the medicine.

A subtle humming sound filled the air, and the broken porcelain pieces on the medicine couch trembled slightly under the stimulation of the rhythmic force.

"Hold on, Azi."

Mingyue's voice trembled slightly, and beads of sweat soon appeared on her forehead.

Xiaoqing bit her lower lip tightly, and her sleeves spread dark water stains on the ground. She could clearly feel the chaotic power surging in Mo Zi's body, like an icy tide, and every impact was devouring the effects of the medicine.

"Uh……"

Mo Zi's breathing became more and more rapid, and strange purple lines appeared on his pale face. The purple and black lines on the wound were still spreading, like rooted vines madly absorbing vitality.

"..."

As time passed, Wu Song's clenched fists loosened again, his eyes fixed on Mo Zi's trembling back.

"oops!"

Bai Tang stamped his feet anxiously, the dandelion's fluff rustled and the tip of its tail twitched nervously:

"Why isn't it healed yet?! It's been so long!"

"The chaos has eroded too deeply, the effect of this medicine cannot be suppressed at all!"

Xiaoqing suddenly groaned, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her lips.

"Why……"

She forcibly circulated her rhythmic energy, trying to force the chaotic power out of her body, but the power was like a cancer attached to her bones, and instead flowed back up along her meridians.

Mingyue's face turned pale in an instant, and the light of her rhythmic power dimmed. She felt as if her rhythmic power had been injected into a bottomless pit, unable to reach Mo Zi's eroded core at all.

"impossible..."

Mingyue murmured to herself, and the rhythmic power at her fingertips began to waver.

"It's obvious that Wumai Shengji Powder is a sacred medicine for healing wounds..."

"You idiot! Looks like this is all you can do in fighting against the sect!"

Bai Tang was so anxious that he jumped on the spot, and the golden meatball cannon appeared and disappeared in his palm.

"If anything happens to Sister A Zi, I...I won't forgive you!"

"!"

These words were like a fire, instantly igniting Wu Song's long-suppressed emotions.

The veins in his neck bulged, and he slammed the stick he picked up onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Can you say that again?!"

Wu Song's eyes were almost spitting fire.

"If you hadn't rashly lured the puppet over here, would Sister A Zi have been injured like this?!"

"What did you say?! It's obviously you who reacted too slowly!"

The sugar fries and jumps up, the dandelion fluff explodes into a thorn ball,

"You still have the nerve to blame me now?!"

"Stop arguing!"

Xiaoqing suddenly shouted, with an undisguised weakness in her voice.

She held onto the medicine couch and managed to stand steady. The water stains on her sleeves had turned purple and black.

"Now is not the time for internal strife!"

"Please don't argue."

The old doctor stood up tremblingly, leaning on the medicine hoe, and his turbid eyes swept over the charred corrosion marks on the ground.

He bent down to pick up the half-broken medicine bottle and gently stroked the blurred "Wu" pattern on the bottle.

"After all, this is a small border town. The medicinal materials and medical skills here are not as good as those in the sect. Although Wumai Shengji Powder is a sacred medicine, it is only a drop in the bucket for such a deep Chaos erosion. If we want to cure it completely, we have to rush to the center of the sect and search for the legendary holy object."

"..."

The old doctor slowly walked to the window and pushed open the creaking wooden window.

In the distance, chaos runes flickered in the sky, and the roar of turning gears and the roar of puppets could be heard faintly.

“But now there…”

He paused, his old voice filled with worry.

"Various factions are separatist, and undercurrents are surging. The Crimson Flame Banner holds high the lava-patterned battle banner, and under the pretext of 'burning all injustice under the heavens,' they are building the 'Heavenly Gang and Earthly Evil Furnace' in the Thousand Caves Molten Fire City. It's said they are capturing powerful cats from all over the world, attempting to forge 108 souls into weapons."

"Han Xingdu is entrenched on Xuanjing Ice Lake. Lu Xuanshen's staff is sealing the blizzard. However, the spirit of the Jingyanggang tiger demon that is parasitic in the body of the third leader Wuhan Ying makes them a thorn in the side of the Red Flame Banner. "

"The Green Bamboo Society is hidden in the Mysterious Bamboo Sea. The Heluo Diagram flowing in Zhu Wujing's pupils is plotting to replicate the 'Seven Star Life-Tampering Formation' left by Wu Yong.

"In Black Wind Village, Yan Shun's 'Heart-Splitting and Loyalty-Examining' sorcery, Zheng Tianshou's puppet show, and the androgynous Wang Ying who changes his skin every night, they have set up a Happy Zen Hall. The peach-colored mist will absorb the emotions of intruders. Miss Xiaoqing, please be careful;"

"As for the Hidden Dragon Cave, the original leader was the reincarnation of Lin Chong's shattered soul. Pei Xuan's iron face bears the Book of Life and Death, and Deng Fei's one eye can see the fire of sin. The reincarnation platform they guard is said to allow the heroic spirits of Liangshan to possess other bodies and be reborn."

"So many forces..."

Xiaoqing's sleeves tightened unconsciously.

"Is there no quarrel among them?"

The old doctor smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Conflicts continue. The Red Flame Banner is hunting Wu Songying of Hanxingdu, hoping to extract the tiger demon to refine the 'Sky Violent Star God General';"

Zhu Wujing of the Qingzhu Society has identified Bai Tang through astrology, believing he may be the key to the 'Purple Star Tribulation'.

“What’s even more secretive is that Wang Ying of Black Wind Village is actually the seven souls of the first generation Chao Gai;

"And deep within the Hidden Dragon Cave lies a fragment of Shi Naian's manuscript, recording the truth behind Da Zong's suppression of Liangshan."

"Each of these forces holds a triple reversal. Those who appear righteous may be mad, while those who appear harmless may harbor murderous intentions. Behind all of this, they are all connected to the secrets of the cat-cat war a hundred years ago and the curse of the Thirty-Six Celestial Beings."

"Then we must go!"

Bai Tang suddenly straightened his back, and the meatball cannon exploded in his palm with dazzling golden light.

"I'm not afraid of the Red Flame Banner or the Black Wind Village! As long as you have faith, there's no obstacle you can't overcome! I promised Brother Mo Yun that I would protect everyone!"

He looked up at the chaotic sky, dandelion fluff rustling in the wind.

"Even if the road ahead is filled with dangers and dangers, no matter how powerful those forces are, I will definitely bring back the holy relic and cure Mo Zi!"

"..."

Wu Song looked at Bai Tang's determined eyes and slowly loosened his grip on the stick.

He took a deep breath, walked to Mo Zi, and gently brushed away the hair soaked with cold sweat from her forehead:

"I won't let anything happen to Sister Azi. No matter how dangerous it is to attack the center of the sect, I, Wu Song, will definitely accompany everyone to retrieve the sacred object."

Xiaoqing's sleeves glowed again, and she walked among the cats with a firm look in her eyes:

"The Star Luo Squad never backs down. We've overcome so many difficulties along the way, and we'll definitely be able to do it this time too."

The moon gathered its rhythmic power again, and its light reflected on her pale but resolute face:

"Azi, you must hold on. We will be back with the holy relic soon."

The old doctor looked at this group of young figures with a gratified smile in his eyes.

He took out an oil-paper bag from the depths of the medicine cabinet and handed it to Xiaoqing:

"Here are some herbs to stop bleeding. They might be useful on the road. You guys...be careful."

Everyone in the Xingluo class looked at each other and nodded.