Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The fog in the Misty Valley automatically stagnated three feet away from Mo Yun, as if it had hit an invisible barrier - it was not caused by the pale blue halo of the jade pendant, but the domain field spontaneously formed by the Yun force flowing in his body.

The power was too restrained, yet it carried an inviolable sense of oppression. Even the mountain wind swirled around the corners of his black clothes, blowing the hem slightly up, and actually drew a short, invisible track in the fog.

"Ah………"

The light blue jade pendant on his palm was dangling, and the light was just unconsciously dissipating. On the contrary, the fingertips of the hand hanging at his side occasionally flashed a very thin silver light, which merged into the mist in an instant. Even the mist droplets falling on the stone steps avoided the trace.

"Brother, this fog seems to be afraid of you."

Mo Zi followed beside him, holding a folding fan, and the water pattern runes on the fan subconsciously dimmed their light.

She could clearly feel that the surrounding cold air dared not approach Mo Yun. Even the mist beads on her temples were slowly evaporating, revealing the light blue luster of the fur underneath.

The dark blue stone steps beneath my feet were originally slippery and cold, but as I walked to the place where Mo Yun had stepped, it actually warmed up slightly, and even the dark red moss embedded in the cracks became less damp.

"Even the stone steps under my feet are not cold anymore. How strange."

Mo Yun did not stop, the soles of his boots stepped on the stone steps, making a very light "thump" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent valley.

His gaze seemed to be fixed on the fog in front of him, but in fact, it had already penetrated through layers of fog and reached every inch of the deep valley - the crevices in the rocks of the hidden peak ten miles away to the west, the hidden symbols hidden behind the mountain wall on the east side, and even the tiny insects wriggling in the soil at the bottom of the fog, all could be seen by his perception.

At this moment, that familiar cold gaze fell again, more aggressive than before, like a silk thread with a hook, trying to penetrate his breath and explore his true strength hidden under his calm appearance.

This time, Mo Yun didn't turn his head, didn't even raise his eyes, but his brows knitted ever so slightly. Instantly, the air around him seemed to freeze, even the mist droplets floating in the air seemed to hang suspended in mid-air. The sight coming from the west side of the foggy valley seemed to be grasped by something and suddenly stopped.

He could "see" that behind the hidden peak ten miles away, the silver-white light and shadow was trembling violently. The originally condensed halo had mostly dissipated and shrank into a ball as if it had been scalded. He didn't even dare to think of spying.

"Brother Mo Yun, did you just... do something?"

Bai Tang suddenly stopped, and the weapon in his palm felt slightly hot.

It was hard to describe the feeling. It was as if everything around him was "quiet" for a moment, even the sound of mist drops falling to the ground disappeared. It was not until Mo Yun's breath was withdrawn that the hanging mist drops finally stopped.

It hit the stone steps with a "click" sound, splashing small water droplets.

"I feel like this valley is... frozen in place by you."

Mo Yun withdrew his breath, and the silver light on his fingertips quietly disappeared. When he turned his head, the sharpness in his eyes had long faded, leaving only gentleness.

He raised his hand to help Xiaoqing brush away a dead leaf on her shoulder. The leaf had floated over at some point, but when it approached Xiaoqing, it was blocked by his domain and slowly landed on her shoulder.

"Nothing, I just shattered the prying charm hidden in the fog."

He looked at Xiaoqing beside him and saw that her face had turned redder and even the fingers holding the jade flute had stopped trembling. Then he continued to walk.

"The barrier of the Panzong is ahead. In another thirty steps, we will truly step inside."

Wu Song carried the whistle stick, the fiery red energy dancing on the tip of the stick, but he subconsciously moved half a foot away from Mo Yun - he could feel that the space around Mo Yun was as if wrapped by something, and when he got close, even his own fire energy became sluggish, and the originally scorching sparks actually cooled down quietly, turning into a soft warm light.

"Brother Mo Yun, did you lock onto that thing just now? I saw you standing there without moving, but it felt like... the entire valley was under your watchful eyes. Even the Fire Rhythm on my whistle stick didn't dare to make a fuss."

"There's something watching us from Hidden Peak, ten miles to the west."

Mo Yun said it casually, as if he were saying, "There's a rock ahead." He raised his hand to brush away the last wisp of fog in front of him. As his fingertips passed through the mist, the mist parted like a stream of water, splitting to the sides.

The pale golden barrier in front of him suddenly became clear. The law runes flowing on the barrier unfolded in slow motion in his eyes. Every flaw in the pattern and every weak point of power were revealed.

“But it doesn’t dare to look at it now.”

Mo Zi and Xiao Qing looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Xiao Qing quietly raised her hand, gathering a strand of green energy at her fingertips, and tried to touch Mo Yun's domain. As soon as she got three feet closer, the energy was pushed back by a gentle yet firm force, and the aura around her became much smoother.

"Brother, your rhythmic power... seems to be able to protect us."

Da Fei held onto the ancient aria of the Zong clan, his steps becoming increasingly steady. A green rhythmic energy lingered around him, but it was no longer a shield of vigilance, but instead brought a sense of peace of mind.

"Brother Mo Yun, with you here, we will definitely be able to get through Panzong!"

Mo Yun nodded, and the jade pendant in his palm swayed gently. The light blue halo intertwined with the aura around him, forming a translucent shield that firmly protected the six cats of the Xingluo squad.

Wherever the shield passed, the cold aura in the mist automatically dissipated, and even the dark symbols on the stone steps quietly extinguished their light.

"Let's go. The center of the barrier is in the northeast, but there's no need to break it. Just follow me."

He took the lead and walked towards the pale golden barrier.

When his toes stepped on the edge of the barrier, the law runes that were originally as sharp as knives automatically separated like frightened little animals, making way for a wide passage - the golden light on the edge of the runes flickered at his feet, but did not dare to get closer. Some runes even quietly adjusted their direction as he passed by, as if they were "avoiding".

Mo Yun walked in the middle of the passage, with Mo Zi and Xiao Qing following him on either side, the runes around them not daring to get even a little closer;

Bai Tang, Wu Song and Da Fei followed closely behind, and felt the pressure around them suddenly disappear. Even the cold air in the fog dissipated completely, and even breathing became smoother.

When he reached the center of the barrier, Mo Yun suddenly paused and glanced towards the direction of the hidden peak on the west side - there, the silver-white light was still hidden behind the rocks, its breath as weak as dust, but it was still secretly spying, and even tried to use a very thin silver light to bypass his perception and touch the breath of Xingluo Class.

Mo Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, flicked his fingertips lightly, and an invisible force swept out through the air, like a thin needle, and landed directly on the rock ten miles away.

With a light "crack" sound, a crack suddenly appeared in the rock far away in the Hidden Peak. The silver-white light seeping out of the crack instantly dissipated, not even daring to leave any breath - the light seemed to be completely frightened, and did not even dare to stay in the rock where it was hiding. It turned into a very light silver smoke and fled towards the depths of Panzong, never daring to look back.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiaoqing noticed his movements and asked softly, her eyes following his gaze, but she only saw a thick fog that could not be dissolved.

"nothing."

Mo Yun withdrew his gaze, the sharpness in his eyes completely disappeared, and he turned back into the calm brother.

He raised his hand to help Mo Zi straighten the collar that was messed up by the wind, with a faint warmth on his fingertips.

"Just tell that thing to stop following."

He took another step and led the Xingluo class through the barrier.

When the last person stepped out of the barrier, the pale golden light behind him slowly closed and the mist dissipated.

Before his eyes, the territory of Panzong suddenly opened up—a road paved with jagged black stones stretched into the distance, with stone pillars engraved with law runes on both sides, the runes gleaming with a cold golden light;

On the distant mountain top, the eaves of the Panzong Hall can be vaguely seen, shrouded in a layer of light gray mist.

Mo Yun stood at the front, the aura around him dissipated silently, and even the runes on the stone pillars on both sides of the road dimmed a little, as if this world did not dare to show any disrespect to him.

……

Mo Yun stepped onto the first step of the Panzong Black Stone Road. The sound of his boots hitting the rocks echoed in the empty mountain road, causing the law runes on the stone pillars on both sides to tremble slightly.

He looked up at the gray fog on the distant mountain top, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes - the fog was not formed naturally, but was deliberately shrouded by some force. The malice hidden in it was even worse than the prying eyes of the Misty Valley.

"The runes in this place are denser than those in the barrier."

Mo Zi clenched the folding fan tightly, and the water pattern runes on the fan surface lit up.

"The lines on each stone pillar are flowing, as if... watching every step we take."

Xiaoqing held the jade flute, and the green rhythm lingered around the flute holes:

"Brother, I feel like there's something talking in this gray fog. It's very soft, and it seems to be coming from far away."

Mo Yun didn't respond, but simply raised his hand and pressed it against his brow. As the disintegrating silver-white light and shadow fled into the gray mist, a chilling thought quietly crept into his perception.

"Damn it! The power given to you actually dares to bite back at its master. Mo Yun, this time you will die in the Panzong."

The voice had no substance, but carried a piercing venom, like a poisonous snake hidden in the deepest gray fog, spitting out its tongue and waiting for its opportunity.

A silver light flashed from his fingertips, and the thought was instantly crushed, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

"Ignore it."

Mo Yun turned to look at the cats, his tone still calm.

"This gray fog is meant to disturb your mind. Follow my aura and don't be affected by the sounds within."

Wu Song carried a whistle stick, the fire at the tip of the stick burning brighter:

"Brother Mo Yun, who cares what's playing tricks? Wait until it comes out and I'll smash it to pieces with a stick!"

Bai Tang nodded, spinning the weapon in his palm:

"That's right! We're not afraid of these dirty tricks!"

Mo Yun nodded and walked towards the gray fog first.

The domain field around him expanded again, forcibly pushing a path through the gray fog. As soon as those cold thoughts hidden in the fog approached, they were burned into nothingness by the power of the domain field.

The black stones on the mountain path were slightly hot under his feet, as if responding to the rhythmic energy in his body. And deep in the gray fog on the top of the mountain, that resentful gaze was staring at his back with an obsession that would never stop until his death.