Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

A cold mist permeated the forest, and the condensed white frost covered the ground, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

"Cough cough cough..."

He lay half-paralyzed on the frozen ground, his back against a piece of dead wood, his chest heaving violently, each breath causing excruciating pain in his internal organs, making him groan involuntarily.

"Well……"

He pressed his left hand tightly against his chest, dark blood seeping out from between his fingers, staining the withered grass beneath him. A winding trail of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his clothes and spreading into dark, mottled patterns.

Even though he was critically injured, there was not a trace of pleading in his deep eyes. Instead, a flame of resentment burned within them as he stared intently at Mo Yun, who stood before him holding a gun. His breathing was disordered, yet he still managed to utter a few words:

"If you're going to kill... then kill... stop with this hypocrisy..."

Mo Yun stood before him, gun in hand, her dark robes fluttering in the cold wind. The icy tip of the gun gleamed with a chilling light, and it was aimed steadily at Wu Qing's chest, just inches away from the heaving fabric of his robes.

"..."

His eyes were as cold as ice, without the slightest ripple, only the icy aura surging around him grew stronger, and the chill in the air almost froze one's blood.

But no one knew that beneath this cold exterior, Mo Yun's fingertips were quietly gathering another gentle yet resilient power—not a deadly attack, but a purifying power he had condensed by expending most of his cultivation.

What he detested was never the ruthlessness, but the chaos that eroded the cat's land and bewitched people's hearts.

From pointing a gun at his brow to severely injuring his opponent, he always left himself some room for maneuver, waiting for the right opportunity to completely strip away the chaos within Wuqing's body, rather than taking his life.

But none of the cats present could see through this hidden thought.

The Star Luo Clan members stood nearby, their expressions tense, barely daring to breathe.

Sugar gripped the Justice Bell tightly, her knuckles white, her earlobes taut, and her eyes red-rimmed.

"Brother Mo Yun... is he really going to make a move? But Lord Wuqing is already so badly injured!"

He was so anxious that he paced around in circles, trying several times to rush up and stop him, but Wu Song quietly pressed down on his shoulder each time.

Wu Song gripped the long staff horizontally; the flames at its tip still flickered, but were much subdued than before. His brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed on the tip of Mo Yun's spear, his tone tinged with uncertainty:

"Something's not right... Mo Yun's aura is sharp, but it lacks the decisiveness of a killing move. But this distance..."

Before he could finish speaking, his anxiety grew even more intense—after all, cats entangled in chaos were always difficult to save, and Mo Yun's hatred for chaos ran deep in his bones. No one dared to gamble on whether he would act impulsively and kill someone.

Xiaoqing's fingertips, gripping the water sleeves, had turned white, and her knuckles trembled slightly from the force. She looked at Moyun's retreating figure, her voice filled with anxiety:

"Brother... how could he be so resolute? Being heartless is wrong, but it doesn't deserve to die. Sister, please persuade him!"

Mo Zi stood beside Xiao Qing, her expression equally solemn.

She understood her brother better than Xingluo Ban, knowing that Mo Yun, though seemingly cold, actually harbored a sense of responsibility and tenderness towards Maotu, and that his hatred for Chaos was indeed extreme.

Seeing the spear tip so close and the bloodstains on Wuqing's lips, Mo Zi's heart leaped into her throat. She instinctively took half a step forward, her fingertips gathering energy, ready to intervene at any moment. Yet, she feared that rash action would disrupt Mo Yun's rhythm, and could only pace anxiously inwardly:

"Brother, you must not be confused for a moment... Chaos is the enemy, not ruthlessness itself."

Dafei clenched his fists, his broad shoulders tensing slightly. He looked at the heavily injured Wuqing on the ground, then at the cold-faced Moyun, and whispered:

“Brother Mo Yun has always been able to distinguish right from wrong. Perhaps… perhaps he has his own plans? But this appearance is really heartbreaking.”

Even so, his feet were firmly planted on the spot, his muscles tense. If Mo Yun's spear tip moved forward even half an inch, he would immediately rush forward and use his earth-based power to protect Wu Qing.

The wind in the forest seemed to have stopped, and the air was so heavy it was suffocating.

Mo Yun's spear tip slowly sank, getting closer and closer to Wu Qing's chest—half an inch, three inches, one inch... Just as it was about to touch that blood-stained collar, everyone's heart was in their throat.

Bai Tang couldn't help but close her eyes, Xiao Qing turned her face away, and Mo Zi even reached out her hand, almost shouting "Stop!"

"call……"

Just then, a nauseatingly dense chaotic power suddenly swept in from the depths of the dense forest on the right!

This chaotic energy was even more violent and sinister than the one within Wuqing's body. Like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a long time, it carried an aura of world destruction and instantly broke through the cold mist in the forest, rushing towards Moyun and Wuqing.

Both Xingluo Ban and Mo Zi's expressions changed drastically.

Bai Tang suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed in surprise:

"Such powerful chaos! Even more powerful than the chaos on Wuqing's body!"

Wu Song immediately pointed the tip of his staff towards the dense forest, and the flames surged:

"There's an ambush!"

Xiaoqing swiftly flicked out two water sleeves, blocking the group and warily watching the swaying grass:

"Is it for Wuqing? Or for your brother?"

But Mo Yun seemed to have anticipated this, and when the chaotic power first appeared, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

Such a dense chaos was hard to ignore even if he wanted to—ever since he stepped into this forest, he had vaguely sensed an unusual aura in the shadows, but he had never pointed it out, wanting only to complete the plan to purify Wuqing first, and then see what tricks these rats hiding in the shadows were up to.

At this moment, the tip of the spear was only one centimeter away from Wuqing's chest, and the gentle purifying power was already faintly seeping out from the spear tip, about to seep into Wuqing's body.

Meanwhile, the chaotic power within the dense forest was already close at hand, carrying a sharp killing intent, heading straight for Mo Yun's back.

At this critical moment, Mo Yun suddenly curled her lips into a low, disdainful sneer:

"Ha ha……"

The laughter, though not loud, carried a chilling arrogance that pierced the heart, breaking the deathly silence of the forest.

Wuqing was startled and subconsciously looked up at him, his eyes full of doubt—he had thought he was going to die, but there was no murderous intent in this laughter, only a kind of all-knowing mockery.

Xingluo Ban and Mo Zi were also stunned, and looked at Mo Yun, not understanding why he was laughing at this moment.

Mo Yun's gaze didn't fall on Wu Qing, but instead slightly turned her head, her eyes precisely locking onto the seemingly calm patch of grass on her right. Her tone carried a hint of amusement, yet also a touch of cold mockery:

"Having watched from the shadows for so long, Sir Iron Mask, are you enjoying it? Now that you're here, shouldn't you come out and have some fun?"

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly holstered his gun!

The spear, which was originally aimed at Wuqing's chest, instantly changed direction. The moment the spear tip was aimed at the grass, the ice energy around Moyun suddenly surged, intertwining with the hidden purification power and condensing into a dazzling ice-blue light blade!

The light blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, contained an extreme chill capable of freezing chaos, and shot fiercely toward the grass!

Where the light blade swept past, the air was instantly frozen, condensing into a string of crystalline ice beads. The originally pervasive cold mist was forcibly torn open, revealing several blurry figures in black iron uniforms deep in the grass.

The icy blue light blade whistled as it crashed into the grass. With a deafening boom, the frozen ground shattered, ice crystals scattered, and several figures made of black iron were forcibly thrown out of the shadows and crashed heavily to the ground.

Iron Mask, the leader, staggered to his feet. A jagged crack appeared in his black iron uniform, and the chill seeped into his skin through the fissure, causing him to hunch his back and clutch his chest, coughing violently.

"Cough...cough..."

Muddy blood foam seeped out from under the iron faceplate and dripped down his chin.

He barely managed to lift his head, his eyes, hidden behind the iron mask, looking at Mo Yun. His tone was filled with the shock of surviving a close call, mixed with a hint of reluctant admiration:

"As expected of... the legendary Body Sect Ink Rhyme... such power is indeed well-deserved. I... almost died by your spear."

Mo Yun stood holding a gun, her black robes fluttering in the air. Her face remained expressionless; she neither spoke nor launched another attack.

But those cold eyes swept over the kneeling Iron-Faced Cat, the disdain surging in his eyes almost overflowing—relying on chaos to conceal his figure and using ruthless methods, does he even deserve to call himself "this old man" in front of him?

This sudden turn of events left the cats present so stunned that they forgot to react.

Ruthless lay half-reclined on the ground, his already pale face turning even more ashen. He stared intently at the familiar black iron uniform and cold iron face, his pupils suddenly contracting. He forgot to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was terribly hoarse, filled with disbelief and shock:

"Master Du... what are you doing here?!"

He never imagined that when he was at his most vulnerable, these elusive Iron Masks would appear.

The Star Luo Class was in an uproar.

Sugar jumped up suddenly, the justice bell jingled, and his face was full of astonishment:

"Wow! Is this the Iron Face of the Imperial Guard? They've been hiding in the bushes the whole time!"

Xiaoqing tightened her grip on her water sleeves, her eyes filled with vigilance.

"The Overseer has always been in charge of the order of Cat Land, so why would he suddenly intervene here, and with such a strong sense of chaos?"

Wu Song's brows furrowed even more, and the flames at the tip of his staff surged once more:

"They're up to no good! Everyone be careful!"

Dafei immediately stepped in front of the group, his body surging with earth energy:

"Something's off about these cats!"

Mo Zi stood aside, looking at the Iron-Faced Cats with a solemn expression. She glanced at the shocked Wu Qing and felt increasingly uneasy. The sudden appearance of the Supervisor Sect, and their use of the power of chaos, meant that their goal was not simply to rescue Wu Qing.