Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

After an unknown amount of time, the ice on the edge of the lotus pond gradually melted in the sea breeze, and Molan's trembling fingertips finally stopped twitching.

She gently laid Mo Zi flat on the jade couch and tucked in the brocade quilt that had slipped off her daughter. The silver bells swaying in her hair made a tiny sound, which scattered the last few pieces of suspended ice.

"Why..."

Mo Zi murmured unconsciously, with a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth. This look made Mo Lan's heart tighten again.

"Xiaoqing, your brother is now..."

When Molan turned around, her sleeve swept down the celadon vase on the table, and the unwilted late lotus in the vase fell to the ground, and the splashing water reflected her pale face.

"Wong..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire palace suddenly shook violently. A chill seeped out from the cracks between the jade bricks. The roar coming from the distant martial arts field made the copper bells in the corridor ring wildly. An inky icicle shot up into the sky, carving a hideous crack in the twilight and dyeing half of the sky an eerie dark purple.

"!"

Xiaoqing's face suddenly changed, and blood oozed from the wound on her wrist that had not yet healed:

"It's my brother! He's returned to the arena with the remnants of the original chaos!"

"call out……"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Lan turned into a stream of light and flew out of the palace gate, her moon-white wide sleeves rustling. The sea water along the way was lifted up by the powerful force of rhythm, condensing into hundreds of water blades in the air. Wherever they passed, the lotus leaves were shattered and water splashed.

In the martial arts arena, thick blue fog rolled and spread, covering half of the sky.

"Roar……"

An ice-blue halo surrounded Mo Yun's clone, and the spear in his hand was constantly waving, and every thrust was accompanied by the roar of an ice dragon.

The ice dragon's body was crystal clear, with inky lines flowing between its scales. Wherever the dragon's breath reached, the air instantly condensed into sharp ice cones.

"..."

The remnants of the original chaos twisted wildly in the ice fog, emitting teeth-grinding screams. The black tentacles continuously attacked the ice prison set up by Mo Yun, and strange ripples appeared on the ice surface they touched.

"Mother!"

Catching a glimpse of the familiar figure, Mo Yun's clone spoke in a weak but resolute voice, the ice crystals condensed in his hair falling with his movements.

"Guard the center of the formation!"

Molan immediately understood, gritted her teeth, the water mark on her forehead shone brightly, and the water charm around her body surged out like a tide.

She quickly formed seals with her hands, summoning surging water rhythm, which blended with Mo Yun's icy rhythm power.

The water curtain turned into an ice shield, and an ice dragon coiled around the water wall. The two kinds of rhythmic power complemented each other, interweaving into a huge barrier above the martial arts field, suppressing the remnants of chaos.

The remnants of Chaos seemed to sense the threat of death and suddenly burst out with a powerful force. The black mist instantly expanded several times, trying to break through the barrier.

Mo Yun's clone's face turned pale, and a trickle of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained as firm as iron. He suddenly plunged his spear into the ground and shouted:

"break!"

Countless ice dragons emerged from the ground and engaged in a fierce battle with Chaos.

The harsh sound produced by the collision of ice spikes and black fog was deafening. The entire training ground was shaking violently, and spider-web-like ice patterns appeared on the ground.

"boom……"

With a deafening roar, the remnants of chaos were completely shattered by the ice and water, turning into black mist and dissipating in the air.

Mo Yun's clone felt relieved, his figure began to become transparent, and every inch of his outline was shaky in the sea breeze.

He looked in the direction of his mother and sister, a gentle smile on his lips:

"I'm fine... My true form is about to condense, and I'll be able to truly return soon."

After saying this, it turned into inky starlight and dissipated in the sea breeze, leaving only the gradually fading ice patterns on the ground, proving the brutality of the battle.

"..."

Molan looked at the place where her son disappeared, clenched her sleeves tightly in her hands, and her nails almost dug into her palms.

The ice patterns on the jade floor gradually faded, and vague dark purple whispers came from the distance. She took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the Glazed Palace.

The sea breeze blew her silver hair, and under the rustling wide sleeves were her clenched fists - this time, Shen Zong would definitely be able to wait for a real reunion.

……

The sea breeze carried the breath of victory as it passed through the glazed pavilion. As the wide dark blue sleeves fluttered, the silver bells in her hair tinkled.

She walked back to the pavilion under the starry sky, only to see Xiaoqing half-kneeling beside the green jade couch, with Mo Zi curled up quietly in her arms, her eyes still distracted and empty, and she unconsciously tugged at her clothes from time to time.

"Mother! My brother just..."

Xiaoqing looked up suddenly, complex emotions flashing in her eyes, the jade flute still swaying gently across her knees.

She stared at the messy silver bells in her mother's hair. The earth-shaking fluctuations of rhythmic energy in the martial arts arena just now, and the ripples that were now rippling in the sea area of ​​her body, could not soothe the worries in her heart.

Before Mo Lan could answer, she quickly walked forward and sat down beside the couch, her fingertips quickly touching Mo Zi's pulse.

Her brows furrowed instantly, and she placed her palm on her daughter's wrist, letting the gentle water flow slowly through her fingertips.

In Mo Zi's body, the remaining chaotic power coiled around his heart meridian like a poisonous snake. Although it had been suppressed to a weak level, it was still stubbornly eroding his meridians.

The water charm of Mo Lan was like a trickle of water, carefully flowing through Mo Zi's body, trying to dispel the dark purple chaotic aura.

"Don't worry, the remnants of Chaos have been completely suppressed, and Yun'er's true form is almost complete."

Molan said softly, and although her voice was filled with relief, there was an unrelieved sorrow in her eyes.

Her rhythmic force circulated within Mo Zi's body and then returned to her palm, bringing with it a hint of chill.

"It's just that the chaos has eroded too deeply, and recovery is not easy."

Xiao Qing loosened her clenched fists slightly, but then looked at Mo Zi in her arms, her voice lowered:

"But my sister..."

“Don’t worry.”

Mo Lan interrupted her daughter and placed her hands on Mo Zi's heart again. The water rhyme turned into a fine silk thread, trying to separate the chaotic power from the meridians.

"When Mo Yun returns, you three brothers and sisters will work together to find a way to dispel the chaos. Didn't he overcome numerous difficulties when he practiced in the Ice Abyss? He will definitely be able to do it this time too."

As she spoke, Mo Lan's fingertips shone brightly, forcing the last trace of chaotic energy that had invaded Mo Zi's dantian out of her body. Mo Zi trembled slightly and uttered a vague muttering.

Xiaoqing moved forward nervously, only to see beads of sweat oozing from her mother's forehead.

Xiaoqing raised her head and looked into her mother's determined eyes. A glimmer of hope surged in her heart. She pulled out an oil-paper bag from her sleeve and unfolded it to reveal a vivid sugar painting:

"On the way back, I bought my sister's favorite candy painting. When she wakes up, she will be happy to see it..."

Molan showed a gentle smile and patted her daughter's hand gently:

"Yes, we all have to be fine. When Mo Yun comes back, you three brothers and sisters will work together to restore this family to its former glory. Don't forget, you are the most outstanding children of the sect."

As she spoke, she carefully checked Mo Zi's meridians again to confirm that the power of chaos would not move again for the time being.

The candlelight on the jade table swayed gently, casting the shadows of the three people on the carved window lattice.

Mo Zi suddenly uttered an indistinct mumble and unconsciously grabbed his mother's sleeve. At this moment, although the Liuli Pavilion was filled with a hint of worry, it was also full of expectations for the future.

Molan looked at her two daughters and secretly made up her mind: no matter what, she must keep this family intact.