Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Mo Yun stood on the scorched earth, his eyes sweeping over the blood-soaked clothes and tattered armor of the people, and then looking at the collapsed martial arts hall plaque in the ruins of Da Zong in the distance.

The four large gold-plated characters "Making Friends Through Martial Arts" were corroded by the chaos and became mottled. Under the broken beam was a half-faded belt of a Da Zong disciple, which fluttered weakly in the cold wind.

"Ugh……"

His Adam's apple moved, and an indescribable sourness surged in his chest, which finally turned into a heavy sigh, shaking off the remaining ice crystals on the eaves.

"Come up here, everyone."

He flicked his fingers, and the unique water-blue rhythm pattern of the body sect gathered into a vortex in the palm of his hand, and the shadow of the ice dragon slowly condensed from the void.

The icy horns of the dragon's head glowed with star-like light, and each scale was engraved with ancient purification runes. The breath it exhaled condensed into a gentle white mist in the cold night.

"!"

Da Fei was the first to climb onto the dragon's scales. His broad palms stroked the cold dragon's body, and he felt the healing power surging within it. The cracked wounds under Yun's body actually began to heal slowly.

"Hey!"

Xiaoqing held Mo Zi, who was sometimes giggling and sometimes dazed, and stepped onto the dragon's back on the frozen ice steps.

As soon as she sat down, the ice dragon shook its body gently, and a piece of dragon scale with warmth fell off automatically, turning into soft light that enveloped Mo Zi's head.

Mingyue placed the unconscious Bai Tang in the depression of the dragon's belly and found that a soft cushion made of rhythmic power had already been laid there, and strands of purifying power were seeping into the boy's ink-black skin.

Mo Yun pushed forward with both palms, and the air around him began to rotate counterclockwise, and layers of water-blue light circles appeared behind him.

"Ah!"

With a low shout, two intertwined light bands shot out from his palms, wrapping around Wu Song and Yun Bai like ribbons.

"this is?"

This purifying light was different from the sharpness of Xuanbing Longxiang. Instead, it was as gentle as spring rain. Wherever it passed, Yun Bai's torn clothes were automatically repaired, and new granulation tissue on Wu Song's charred wounds grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This can temporarily relieve the injury. Return to the sect and recuperate quickly."

Mo Yun's voice seemed to be wrapped in crushed ice, but it couldn't hide the burning concern in it.

He stretched out his hand and clenched it, and two diamond-shaped ice symbols immediately condensed in the air.

"Each talisman can resist one Chaos erosion. Be sure to keep it safe."

Wu Song fell to his knees, slamming his flaming whistle stick heavily onto the ground.

"Brother Mo, don't worry! I will take back the glory of Da Zong with my own hands! When I rebuild the martial arts school, I will make sure that the sound of Da Zong disciples' fists can be heard throughout Maotu!"

Suddenly, sporadic sounds of metal collisions were heard from the ruins behind him - several surviving disciples of Da Zong were crawling out from under the rubble, looking at the cats on the ice dragon, and the fire of hope rekindled in their eyes.

Mo Yun nodded, and the ice dragon suddenly raised its head and let out a roar that pierced the clouds and split the rocks. The sound waves caused the snow within a radius of a hundred meters to fall down.

"Wu Song, take care!"

Following this shout, the dragon's tail slammed the ground violently, causing the entire ruins to tremble.

The ice dragon carrying the cats turned into a dazzling stream of light that streaked across the night sky. The rhythmic light bands wrapped around the dragon's body dragged out a long tail, like a newborn galaxy.

In the wind and snow, Xiaoqing, Dafei and others' repeated calls of "wait for us to come back" were still echoing, intertwined with Wu Song's response with all his strength, and lingered for a long time among the broken walls of Dazong.

……

"Um?"

Yun Bai's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and the dizziness left by the chaos made the world in front of her eyes still shake slightly.

She held her aching temple and her fingertips touched the blood scabs in her hair. The broken memories fluttered around in her mind like startled crows.

"Primal Chaos...those dark golden mists..."

She muttered to herself, a taste of rust rising from her throat. In a trance, she saw again the twisted chaos core in the battle, and the cold light that pierced the sky when Mo Yun turned into an ice dragon.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his dantian. Yun Bai staggered back half a step, but at the moment of losing balance, he noticed something strange in his body - the chaotic shackles that had been wrapped around his meridians like a poisonous snake now turned into tiny dots of light and dissipated.

Her astonished face was reflected on the broken wall beside her. The moonlight penetrated the ruins, casting tiny starlight in her pupils.

“Senior sister!”

A burnt figure came rushing towards him with a strong wind, and Wu Song held her weak body steadily.

The boy's body was covered in condensed blood scabs mixed with ice crystals, and the flaming whistle stick was inserted diagonally into the scorched earth, making the bloodshot in his eyes particularly glaring.

Yun Bai leaned against his strong chest and heard the boy's violent heartbeat, shaking her eardrums like a war drum.

"The true leader of our Xingluo squad has arrived."

A smile appeared on Yun Bai's pale lips, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the spider-web-like cracks on Wu Song's armor.

The wounds were still oozing blood, mixed with the charred marks left by the erosion of chaos, but it did not diminish Nian's upright momentum in the slightest.

"That one!"

She suddenly remembered the ice-blue figure before she fell into a coma - the ice patterns flowing around Mo Yun's body, and the majesty of freezing time and space when he swung his spear.

Wu Song was silent for a long time, then bent down to pick up the clan token that was half buried in the rubble.

The flame pattern on the edge of the token was missing a corner, but it was still hot in his palm.

"Sister, Brother Mo said that it's time for the Da Sect to regain its glory."

He gripped the token tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the skin at the joints stretched to a translucent finish.

"Those disciples scattered by the chaos, those collapsed martial arts schools... Da Zong cannot fall like this."

"..."

Yun Bai followed his gaze and saw that the once prosperous Dazong Street now looked like a battlefield.

In front of the broken weapon shop, rusted gloves were scattered on the ground, and the chaos stains condensed on the blades glowed an eerie purple in the moonlight;

In the collapsed martial arts arena, the faded banners were dyed gray and black by the chaos, and the once majestic statue of the Martial Saint was now only half of its body left, sticking diagonally in the rubble.

But deep in the ruins, a few faint flames were flickering - the fire of hope ignited by the surviving disciples, flickering, but stubbornly refusing to go out.

"Let's count the casualties first."

Yun Bai struggled to stand up straight, and the aqua-blue power lit up at his fingertips. Although not as dazzling as before, it was like a firefly in the cold night, illuminating the gravel under his feet.

She staggered forward two steps, and used the whip of light condensed from her rhythmic power to pry open the shield under the broken beam.

"Send people to the surrounding towns to search for the scattered disciples and tell them... that the flame of Dazong has never been extinguished."

Before she finished speaking, she was hit by a violent cough, and blood stained her palm red, but she still pointed to the distance:

"The core of the Rhythm Transmission Array is buried beneath the ruins of the martial arts hall. Once it is repaired, we can re-aggregate the power of the Da Zong."

“Leave it to me!”

Wu Song knelt on one knee and slammed his flaming whistle into the ground, knocking off a piece of rubble. The smoke and dust mixed with the chaotic ashes rolled into the air.

"I'll take the disciples to clean up the ruins! Senior Sister, you take a rest first!"

Before he finished speaking, sporadic footsteps were heard in the distance - three wounded disciples of Da Zong came over, supporting each other. The faded flame-patterned belts around their waists rustled in the wind, and one of them had a strip of cloth torn from a torn silk banner wrapped around his leg.

"Brother!"

The leading young man rushed forward, choking with sobs. The blood and tears on his face left traces in the firelight.

"We hid in the tunnel for three days... We thought we would never see each other again..."

Wu Song put his arm around the boy's shoulders and slowly poured the rhythmic energy from his palm into the contact point, dispelling all the remaining chaotic energy in his body.

"Don't be afraid. From today on, Da Zong will be re-established!"

He looked up at the sky where the haze was gradually dispersing, flames dancing in his pupils, like two clusters of never-extinguished fighting spirit.

"Go and ring the summoning bell and announce that Wu Song is here. Anyone who strikes a sect disciple, no matter where they are, must return within three days! Anyone who disobeys this order will be treated as a traitor to the sect!"

……

As night fell, the first bonfire was lit in the ruins of Dazong.

Wu Song swung up the charred beam, and the sparks from the flaming stick ignited the newly chopped firewood. Amid the crackling sound, he saw the light rekindled in the eyes of the disciples who had gathered around him - some had broken their arms, but they still clenched their gloves with their remaining right hands;

Someone is blind in his left eye, but he wears the fire emblem in the most conspicuous place on his chest.

Yun Bai leaned against the remaining door frame, looking at this scene of survival, and suddenly remembered what his master often said: The bones of the disciples of the Da Sect are made of fire and blood.

"From tomorrow on,"

Her voice penetrated the night, startling a few jackdaws that were foraging in the ruins.

"We must rebuild a Dazong on this scorched earth, stronger than ever before! Let every brick and tile bear the mark of unyielding determination, and let every blow of our fist be a declaration of war against Chaos!"

Before he finished speaking, a dull bell rang from the distant valley - it was the summons bell of Da Zong. Before the first bell had finished ringing, the second bell came from even farther away in response.

The sound of the bells, which came one after another, was like the roar of a sleeping beast gradually waking up, calling on the wandering disciples of the Da Zong to break through the darkness and return following the light of hope.