Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Hurry up, hurry up, get up! Today we might reveal Da Zong's true identity!"

"Tsk, I don't care about his true appearance, I just want to eat something delicious, quickly..."

When the first ray of morning light pierced through the thick clouds of Dazong, rustling sounds were already heard in the Xingluoban room.

Outside the window, the morning mist covered the streets like a veil, and the occasional faint sound of clappers from afar added a bit of tranquility and uneasiness.

"come on!"

Bai Tang held the Justice Bell tightly in his hand, the crisp sound of the bell faintly visible in the silence. He stood on tiptoe to wipe the dust on the window frame, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Mo Zi pacing back and forth under the eaves holding an ice fan.

"Sister Azi?"

The ice-blue fan shimmered in the morning mist, and every opening and closing brought up tiny ice crystals, like a silent warning.

"Something's going to happen again."

Wu Song carried the whistle on his shoulder, letting it hang naturally, making a slight sound as he moved.

He glanced around warily, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Is the undercurrent already beginning to surge?"

Xiaoqing silently wrapped her sleeves around her wrists twice, and a light green vortex of spiritual power condensed at her fingertips. The water-colored light flowed in her palms, reflecting her serious face.

Dafei was stuffing Haipiao's package onto his back, his honest face full of concern:

"Listen to Sister Mo Zi, you stay at the inn and guard it. It's relatively safe here, we'll be back soon."

"..."

Haipiao nodded slightly. Although there was worry in his eyes, he also knew that he couldn't help much.

"..."

In the lobby of the inn, the proprietress was wiping the counter repeatedly with a coarse cloth, but her calloused hands were shaking.

The jade pendant on her waist gently hit the wooden cabinet as she moved, making a clear ding-dong sound.

"Great~"

She didn't raise her head until everyone from the Xingluo class came downstairs. Her cloudy eyes swept across every young face, a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes:

"Follow me. They're waiting at the ruined kiln in the west of the city."

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if it contained countless secrets.

……

As he walked through the spider-webbed streets, Bai Tang noticed that the usually bustling market was deserted with cats.

There were a few dead leaves scattered on the stone road, and the wind blew them across the bluestone slabs, making a rustling sound.

A few sporadic dog barks in the distance made the atmosphere even more depressing and eerie.

"Why is the atmosphere so weird?"

Mo Zi suddenly grabbed the boss lady's sleeve, his icy blue eyes full of vigilance:

"Are you sure it's there? Three days ago, I detected at least three chaotic auras lingering in the eastern suburbs. And it's been incredibly quiet along the way, abnormally so."

"no way……"

The proprietress gave a wry smile, and the jade pendant reflected strange patterns on her palm:

"This kiln was once a forbidden place for the Da Clan to forge weapons, but it was abandoned overnight twenty years ago. Someone has set their sights on the ancient artifact suppressed at the bottom of the kiln. It's a key object that can control the flow of rhyme energy. If it were to be revealed, the balance of power in the entire Maotu would be disrupted."

"Matsuko, be careful!"

Before he could finish his words, Wu Song suddenly shouted and swung his whistle club. Three poisoned arrows grazed Bai Tang's ears and pierced the brick wall behind him, their tails still trembling. A faint black aura emanated from the arrows, clearly imbued with the power of Chaos.

"Damn it, who attacked me?"

"careful!"

Mo Zi waved the ice fan in his hand quickly, and several ice blades cut through the air and flew towards the direction where the arrow came from.

After a few muffled groans, the sound of someone injured and falling to the ground was heard in the dark.

"Damn it! I can't stand it!"

Bai Tang tightly grasped the Justice Bell, which glowed golden, and his eyes were filled with anger:

"These guys actually launched a sneak attack!"

When the ruins of the kiln factory appeared at the end of the sight, seven or eight dark shadows were already waiting beside the collapsed chimney.

The gray-robed man in the lead was playing with a rusty iron chain. The chain made a harsh scraping sound as it dragged on the ground. The sound was like nails scratching on a blackboard, making people feel uncomfortable.

Next to him stood a tall woman in red, playing with a bone fan with strange runes painted on it;

On the other side was a short and fat man in black with a row of black medicine bottles hanging on his waist, and green liquid was shaking in the bottles from time to time.

"Old thing, you've been hiding for ten years, and it's so tiring for us to find you!"

The gray-robed man's hoarse voice, mixed with the sound of chains, was full of threats.

"Humph……"

The proprietress suddenly ripped open her clothes, revealing the hideous claw marks on her chest, which shone dark blue in the sunlight. The scars were shocking, as if still telling of the tragedy of that year:

"Back then, you used Chaos to slaughter all the Weapon Foundry. This blood debt should be paid! You are a bunch of lackeys under the command of An. Don't even think about getting your hands on the secret treasure of Da Zong!"

"Self-defense?"

The dark purple ice fan suddenly vibrated violently, and ancient defensive patterns appeared on the fan surface.

Her eyes were solemn as she stood at the edge of the battlefield, keenly observing the enemy's moves and the flow of rhythmic energy, trying to find the opponent's flaws and weaknesses.

"Let me show you the new rhythm I learned from Sister A Zi!"

Bai Tang gripped the Bell of Justice tightly, assumed a fighting stance, and the sound of the bell transformed into golden sound waves that vibrated all around.

But the men in black behind the grey-robed man simultaneously pulled out chains, which intertwined into an impenetrable net in the air.

"A bunch of little kids~"

The woman in red gently waved her bone fan, and a fishy wind wrapped in chaotic black mist blew towards the Xingluo Squad.

The short and fat man in black took out a medicine bottle and sprinkled green powder into the air. Wherever the powder went, bursts of green smoke emerged from the ground and blackened holes were corroded.

"Hand over your things and I'll leave you with your bodies intact."

The gray-robed man pulled the iron chain, and the tip of the chain flashed with a dark blue chaotic light.

"Don't think that having the support of the Xingluo Squad can change anything. The future of Maotu is destined to be reshaped by Lord An!"

"Humph……"

Wu Song smashed his whistle stick to the ground. Flames ignited along the stick and went straight for the opponent's throat like a spirit snake.

"You're talking nonsense! We're here and we won't let you succeed!"

A melee broke out instantly, Xiaoqing swung out her emerald sleeves, entangling the bone fan of the woman in red;

Da Fei swung his huge fist and smashed it towards the short and fat man in black, causing the ground to tremble slightly;

"Leave it to me, the genius, to purify the aura of chaos!"

Bai Tang flexibly shuttled between the enemies, the bell of justice kept making crisp sounds, and wherever the golden light went, the chaotic aura was purified.

"This……"

The proprietress took advantage of the chaos and suddenly rushed to the secret compartment behind the kiln.

She inserted the jade pendant into a groove. There was a sound of gears turning, and the ground suddenly cracked, revealing the entrance to the underground palace covered with runes.

An ancient and powerful aura came to my face, carrying with it a majesty that had been buried for many years.

"Tap..."

At this moment, footsteps could be heard coming from all around the ruins - obviously, the real crisis had just begun.

"Great, we finally found the entrance to this secret realm..."

"You can't control this thing!"

More black shadows surged in from all directions, all of them emitting more or less chaotic aura, with greed and ferocity in their eyes. They surrounded the Xingluo class and the proprietress. Mo Zi tightly grasped the Bingpo Fan, ready to make a move to turn the tide of battle at any critical moment.