Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Somewhere…

The blue-gray chaotic energy flowed along the cracks in the rocks at the edge of the icy lake like a silent snake.

"Bai Tang" curled up in a cave under the ice cliff. The frost on his fur was stained with broken ice, but he didn't feel cold at all - the chill of the original chaos had long since permeated his body, even more so than the icy lake in his body.

He stared at the lake.

The blue-green rhythmic energy beneath the ice surface was like flowing jade, spreading around along the lines of the ice. It was the foundation of the Body Sect and what Mo Yun cared about most.

He had failed to completely upset Mo Yun's mind in the courtyard just now, and now he had plenty of time to waste - Chaos was best at waiting, waiting for the prey to reveal its own flaws.

His claws unconsciously dug into the ice in the cracks of the rocks. The moment the ice shattered into powder, he suddenly laughed softly.

"Hahaha……"

The laughter was wrapped in the chaotic air, and it made a buzzing echo under the cliff, as if countless insects were crawling in the cracks of the ice.

"Mo Yun..."

He bit the two words, and a chill ran through his teeth.

"Do you really think that everything will be fine if you protect those two girls?"

Chaos energy seeped out from the tips of his claws and condensed into blue-gray lines on the ice surface.

The lines were very faint, like ink accidentally splashed there, but they were slowly creeping towards the center of the icy lake.

He could feel the flow of Yunli under the ice, and could even "see" the breath left by Mo Yun in the ice lake - that breath was clean and steady, with the unique clarity of the Shen Sect, like a jade hairpin rooted in the soil, firmly fixing the Qi meridians of the entire Shen Sect.

It was this aura that blocked him three times in the courtyard just now.

The first time was an ice hood, the second time was ice silk, and the third time was an ice shield filled with anger - although his words had disrupted his breath, he was still able to hold his ground at the last moment and even almost froze his chaotic energy.

"Why?"

"Tang" suddenly smashed the ice surface with the tips of his claws.

The ice didn't crack, but his paw pads were numb from the shock. Chaos energy surged around the wound, and pain mixed with anger rose up.

"Why can you stand by the fireplace and protect your sister? Why can your rhythmic power warm others, but my chaos can only hide in the cracks of the ice?"

He remembered how it felt when he first took over this body.

Bai Tang's consciousness was like a ball of warm light, huddled in a corner not covered by the chaotic energy, always trying to sneak out - when it was hit by Mo Yun's ice shield just now, the ball of light even struggled to protect Xiao Qing, which was so stupid that it made him sick.

But Mo Yun just fell for it.

The anxiety in his eyes when he protected Xiaoqing, the lightness of his fingertips when he guarded Mo Zi, and even the momentary embarrassment when he was awakened by his mother just now, are things that Hun Dun will never learn.

Those soft, warm emotions that affected others were like fine needles, pricking him and making him feel uncomfortable all over.

The chaotic energy suddenly surged violently.

The blue-gray lines on the ice surface began to twist, like crumpled paper.

He "saw" Mo Yun's breath moving towards the ice lake - she didn't come here on purpose, but was taking Xiaoqing for a walk by the lake. The footsteps of the two were very light, and occasionally he could hear Xiaoqing's voice, like fragments of light scattered on the ice.

"What are you talking about?"

"Bai Tang" lowered his body, and the chaotic energy wrapped him and made him shrink deeper into the crevice.

He could hear Xiaoqing say, "Mingyue should be arriving at Yunyou Valley soon," and he could hear Mo Yun say, "Wait until she comes back, then we'll go pick the orchids that Mo Zi likes."

Orchid? He thought of what he had said when threatening Mo Yun, and suddenly found it ridiculous.

Those things he thought could hurt the other party - Binghu, Mo Zi, and the foundation of Shenzong, turned out to be just "part" of Mo Yun's heart.

This part is threatened, but there is another part waiting by the fireplace; that part is disturbed, but there are new thoughts leading it in front.

And what about him? All he had was chaos, a body aching from being rubbed by ice, and the ability to hide in the cracks of the rocks and stare at the warmth of others.

"Mo Yun..."

The claws of "White Sugar" dug deep into the ice, and a dark blue chaotic energy seeped out from between the fingers.

"You think this is the end?"

He could feel Bai Tang's consciousness moving again.

The ball of light swayed at the edge of the chaotic energy, as if it was worried about Xiaoqing - how stupid it was, his body was taken over by chaos, and he was still thinking about others.

But it was this stupid energy that actually slowed down Mo Yun's ice silk by half a second, giving him a chance to escape.

"Stop struggling."

"Bai Tang" growled in his heart at the ball of light, and the chaotic energy suddenly tightened.

"The more you care about them, the more I can use you. Wait until I completely disrupt Mo Yun's energy and turn the frozen lake of the Dengshen Sect into a pool of chaos. Then, let's see who can still protect them."

A gust of wind suddenly swept across the lake, making the ice spikes crackle.

"Bai Tang" saw Mo Yun stop and look up at the ice cliff - his gaze was very indifferent, as if he was looking at an ordinary ice scene, but it made the chaotic energy in the cracks of the rocks freeze instantly.

Mo Yun seemed to have noticed something, but also seemed to have noticed nothing.

He raised his hand to help Xiaoqing straighten out her scarf that was messed up by the wind. The rhythmic power of his fingertips was so warm that even the passing wind seemed to be warmed a little.

"Let's go, it's time to go back and make medicine for your sister."

Mo Yun's voice drifted over on the wind, as steady as the water under an icy lake.

The footsteps of the two people gradually faded away.

The blue-gray lines on the ice were still there, but they no longer crawled towards the center of the lake, like a snake that had lost its target.

"Bai Tang" stayed in the crevice for a long time, until the heat from the stove completely dissipated from the lake, then he slowly raised his head.

The chaotic energy flowed around him, heavier and colder than before.

He just lied.

He didn't want to disrupt Mo Yun's energy, nor did he want to freeze the lake - he just couldn't stand seeing Mo Yun like that.

I can't stand him hiding his panic in a warm handkerchief, I can't stand him turning his weakness into armor, I can't stand him taking his sister for a walk by the lake even though he was clearly threatened, as if the chaotic energy was nothing at all.

"Wait, then."

He took one last look at the direction Mo Yun left, and the chaotic energy wrapped him as he drilled deeper into the ice cliff.

"Wait until I find your weak spot, wait until I completely crush that ball of light, and see if you can still stand so steadily."

The wind in the cracks of the ice grew colder and colder, and the blue-gray shadow sank into the deepest darkness, leaving only the light sound of claws scratching across the ice, like an unfinished harsh remark that was quickly swallowed up by the silence of the icy lake.

The rhythmic energy under the ice lake continued to flow, carrying the warmth of the body, and was not affected at all by the chaos hidden in the dark.

……

As soon as Lao Chen's boat passed the boundary marker and before he could spread his fishing nets, the dew on the decking turned into a layer of fine ice.

He sighed and rubbed his frozen hands - he could still wear a single coat outside the boundary marker yesterday, and the sea water was as warm as soaking in rice soup. How come as soon as he entered this Shenzong sea area, even the wind was filled with ice?

"Dad, the fishing float is frozen!"

His son called from the bow. Old Chen looked up and saw that the float, which should have been swaying in the waves, was covered with a thin layer of blue-gray ice, like a string of beads frozen in mid-air.

What's even stranger is that there isn't a single fish in the sea. Normally at this time of year, the silver hairtail in the sea area should be swarming into the nets like raindrops.

He backed the boat half a mile, and just as he passed the boundary marker, the ice on the boat's deck melted with a "click".

The sea breeze suddenly warmed, and the float in his son's hand was dripping with water. In the distance, he could even see the silver waves of fish. Old Chen touched the side of the boat—it was cool on this side of the boundary marker, but on the other side, it was bone-chillingly cold, as if something had drawn an invisible wall in the sea.

"No more fishing, let's go back to port."

He put away his nets, feeling uneasy. Something was wrong with the sea in this area. It wasn't the weather that was cold, it was like something was "absorbing" the heat from the water, and even the fish were afraid of it.

……

When the gray crow landed on the reef next to the boundary marker, its claws were almost frozen to the stone.

He hissed, and the chaotic aura swirled around the tips of his claws before melting the ice chips - much colder than the gloomy energy in the valley, and this coldness was mixed with an awkward "cleanliness", like a knife washed with ice water, cold and transparent.

My companion emerged from the fog behind me, the seawater on his cloak frozen into frost.

"Boss, the body's rhythmic energy is pushing outward, but it's unstable. Just now, I felt the chaotic energy in the direction of the ice lake."

Gray Crow narrowed his eyes and looked deep into his body.

The fog dissipated when it reached the boundary marker. The sky on the other side was clearly clear, but it was a bluish-gray color, as if covered by a layer of dirty glass.

He could "smell" the flow of rhythmic energy - it should have been as clear and smooth as running water, but now it was stuck from time to time, like a stream that was tripped by something.

The chaotic energy is hidden in those stuck places. It is very faint, but like roots in ice cracks, it is slowly growing deeper.

"interesting."

He laughed, and a wisp of black air shot out from his fingertips. Just as he passed the boundary marker, he was knocked back by a gust of cold air.

"There's a cat making trouble inside, so let's not rush in and get involved."

He turned and walked into the fog, and light snow began to fall again in the Shenzong Sea behind him - it was still warm on this side of the boundary marker.

This abnormal coldness was a signal: either the Body Sect was holding on, or the Chaos hadn't completely taken over. Either way, it was an opportunity for the Valley.