Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

As the fire in the wooden house gradually turned into dark red charcoal stars, the sound of breathing rose and fell in the silence.

"Hmm~"

Mo Zi curled up in the animal skin blanket, her fingertips unconsciously hooked on the edge of the ice fan, and Xiao Bing's faint rhythm gradually synchronized with her heartbeat.

"Delicious, delicious, I want more..."

Baitang was smacking his lips and talking in his sleep, Wusong's whistle was lying at his side, Dafei's snoring mixed with the rustling of Haipiao sorting herbs, Xiaoqing's sleeves hung to the ground, and Mingyue was leaning against the wall in an alert light sleep position.

……

And beyond these snow-capped mountains, in a void place detached from time and space, ripples like water suddenly spread out in the darkness.

Amidst the swirling fog, a moon-white gauze dress slowly emerged.

The silver chain hanging in the woman's hair swayed gently, her face was hidden behind the hazy halo, and only her eyes were filled with tenderness like the stars.

"..."

She raised her hand and clenched it, and a dark purple shadow suddenly condensed in the air - in the picture, the girl who had just recovered from her injury frowned and muttered, her eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes.

The woman stared at Mo Zi's peaceful sleeping face in the projection, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver thread wrapped around her wrist, and she murmured something that sounded like a question, but also like a sigh:

"Have you pushed yourself beyond your limits by constantly fighting? According to the original trajectory, this place should be the moment of your fall, but why don't you fall?"

The silver chain in her sleeve suddenly trembled violently, leaving tiny traces of light in the void.

"Has the trajectory of fate been changed again? This is the second time."

In the darkness, the halo surrounding her suddenly took on a bloody hue, and her brows were furrowed like frost.

"Why does a cat that should have died still exist? What happened to this cat land?"

A cold snort caused spider-web-like cracks to appear in the surrounding space, and the uneasy roar of chaotic power could be heard in the distance.

"Humph……"

She suddenly waved her sleeve to disperse the dark purple shadow, leaving only the confusion and solemnity that gradually faded away in the void.

The woman turned her back, and the star track totem embroidered on her gauze dress moved with her movements, as if depicting the rise and fall of Maotu for millions of years.

"This world is not as simple as you think."

She raised her hand and gently stroked the shadow of the Yin-Yang fish that emerged from the void. The black and white mists intertwined and entangled at her fingertips.

"In any world, light and darkness, yin and yang are balanced. Even your cat land is no exception."

"Roar……"

The shadow suddenly shook violently and turned into two streams of air - turbid chaotic black air and clear rhythmic light confronted each other in mid-air.

"Chaos and rhythm can be one, but they are also balanced."

Her voice suddenly turned cold, and the silver thread from her sleeves accurately penetrated the intersection of the two forces.

"If you keep killing Chaos, then your Rhythm Power will also be countered."

Wherever the silver thread passed, the light of rhythmic energy began to distort and dim, while the chaotic black energy expanded strangely.

"Do you really think nothing's wrong with you?"

She turned around suddenly, and the dark purple face in the projection reappeared, but it was quietly eroded by blood-colored lines.

"He is the only one who can truly change this world."

The woman suddenly sneered, and her fingertips formed a complex spell. The dark purple figure in the projection was gradually swallowed by the darkness.

"And now he is, hum..."

The last few words dissipated into the void...

The woman looked at the gradually disappearing projection, the halo around her fluctuated slightly, and countless tiny data streams flowed and flickered on her gauze dress.

"As a high-ranking being overseeing the development of Cat Earth civilization, I have witnessed countless reincarnations."

Her voice was no longer cold, but instead contained a hint of barely perceptible emotion. Her fingertips slid across the void, bringing up countless flickering holographic images that recorded the rise and fall of Cat Land throughout the ages.

"The balance between chaos and rhythm is the iron rule that keeps Cat Earth running."

"Ugh……"

She sighed softly, and the images of towns destroyed by the ravages of chaos and the sect's forbidden areas collapsed due to over-reliance on rhyme power kept flashing.

"But you have broken this pattern that has existed for tens of millions of years."

Her eyes refocused on the image of Mo Zi sleeping.

"In the pre-set script, you were supposed to perish in this disaster, but because of the protection of your companions and your own will, you changed the outcome.

"I see……"

The woman's eyes flickered slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The aura around her suddenly subsided, and she returned to her original gentle appearance.

"Interesting, it's getting more and more interesting. It seems like it's time to add some new variables to this disrupted chess game."

As the words fell, her figure shattered like a bubble, leaving only a final whisper with an icy breath, echoing for a long time in the void:

"Mo Zi, we will meet soon..."

"!"

The moment Mo Zi suddenly opened his eyes, the animal skin curtains of the wooden house moved automatically without wind, and a few pieces of unburned charcoal ashes suddenly rose into the air, drawing a strange arc in the air.

“That strange feeling!”

She stared straight at the interlaced wooden beams of the ceiling, her pupils reflecting dancing shadows, but her breathing stopped for a moment - just now, in the depths of her consciousness, she clearly felt a familiar yet unfamiliar force brushing past, like the resonance of an ice fan, with a mysterious tremor that transcended rhythm.

"What exactly was that feeling just now?"

Her whisper startled the snowflake perched on the beam, and the snow kicked off by its claws fell onto the stove.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the ice fan, and Xiaobing's sleeping rhythm suddenly quickened for a moment, as if it was also disturbed by something unknown.

Mo Zi propped up his upper body, his eyes penetrating the frosted roof and gazing into the depths of the snowy sky, but his thoughts passed through layers of clouds and mist and drifted towards the more distant void.

"..."

In the distance, there was the sound of Wusong turning over, and the haystack made a slight rustling sound.

Mo Zi seemed to have heard nothing, his deep gaze seemed to see through the sky.

Those fragments of memories eroded by chaos suddenly surged—when he was on the verge of death in the ruins of Bu Zong, he had also felt a similar warm embrace;

When the Eye Sect's illusion collapsed, it seemed as if an invisible force was pulling her out of the fog.

"Is there really someone or something watching over us?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, the ice fan suddenly made a slight buzzing sound, which was particularly clear in the silent wooden house.

She slowly lay back on the animal skin rug, but closed her eyes half a beat slower than usual.

In the darkness, the shadow cast by the eyelashes trembled slightly under the eyes, and the temperature of the palm against the ice fan gradually increased.

The wind and snow outside the house suddenly intensified, and the wooden windows creaked. Only the heartbeat in Mo Zi's chest became clearer and clearer - was that throbbing a warning, or some kind of secret guidance?

In that void, the dissipated light and shadow suddenly stagnated and re-condensed into a hazy outline.

"..."

The corner of the woman's lips curled up into an interested smile, and the star track totem flowing on her gauze dress flickered violently, as if responding to Mo Zi's sudden burst of alertness.

“Interesting, interesting.”

She tapped her fingertips lightly, and a real-time projection of Mo Zi in the wooden house immediately appeared in the void - the girl's knuckles turned white as she gripped the ice fan tightly, and there was a frightening sharpness hidden in her eyes that danced under her eyelashes.

"You're really getting better and better at using the power Mo Yun left you."

The woman raised her hand and stroked the dark purple eyebrows and eyes in the projection. Wherever her illusory fingertips brushed past, fine rune ripples appeared on the surface of the ice fan.

The lines formed by rhythmic energy twisted as if alive, resonating strangely with the dark patterns on the silver thread on her wrist.

Memories surged like a tide. The scene where the brilliant Peking Opera Cat sealed his life's skills into the ice fan overlapped with the image of Mo Zi holding the fan.

She suddenly chuckled, and the sound of her laughter spread across the void.

“But I don’t know what will happen to you.”

The silver threads swung out from his sleeves formed a huge chessboard in the air, and in each grid, images of different areas of Cat Land emerged - the defensive barrier being reinforced in the center of the sect, the secret gatherings of the Chaos Cult, and the rising and falling breathing of the cats of the Xingluo class as they slept.

The silver thread suddenly tightened, and all the images were twisted into a swirling data stream.

"Should we continue on the predetermined trajectory of our destiny, or should we completely overturn the game?"

The halo surrounding the woman transformed into countless light points, each projecting a possible branch of the dark purple future: a look of despair swallowed by chaos, a kingly posture leading the Peking Opera Cats to regain peace, and even a strange appearance fused with mysterious power.

She ran her fingertips across the darkest branch and whispered softly:

"I'm really looking forward to what you will choose."

As the words fell, all the light and shadows in the void suddenly collapsed into data streams.

At the last moment of fading, she raised her glass in the direction of Mao Tu, with an enigmatic smile on her lips:

"Game, it's time to move on to the next chapter."