Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Mo Yun stood to the side, gun in hand, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Occasionally, her fingertips would trace across the void, causing subtle spatial ripples to spread out—an aura that only top-tier experts who had touched the barriers of the world could unintentionally reveal.

The icy chill emanating from his body was no longer a deliberate display of power, but rather the natural condensation of his overwhelming strength. At this moment, with a slight shift in his thoughts, it was gradually dissolving into nothingness.

White Sugar had already leaped to Wuqing's side, clasped his hands together, and the power of his sect gradually gathered in his palms, radiating a soft golden light:

"Let's begin! Let's purify this one first... he looks badly injured."

As he was about to reach out and touch Wuqing's brow, he was abruptly interrupted by a hoarse shout.

"stop!"

Iron Face suddenly raised his head, his previously unfocused eyes instantly becoming sharp, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his meridians being sealed, he struggled to take half a step forward, his chest heaving violently, but he stared intently at Bai Tang and Xiao Qing, his voice carrying a desperate, threatening tone:

"If you want Master Tang Ming to live... then don't touch us!"

"Master Tang Ming?!"

Xiaoqing's body stiffened abruptly, and the jade flute she was about to raise froze in mid-air, her water-based energy instantly becoming disordered.

She knew, of course, that her master had long been captured by the Dark Ones. In recent days, they had been searching everywhere for her master's whereabouts, but to no avail.

Upon hearing Iron Face's words, her eyes instantly filled with urgency, and even her voice trembled:

"What do you mean by that? Do you know where Master is?"

Mo Zi also stepped forward, her brows furrowed.

Although she didn't have much interaction with Tang Ming and had only occasionally heard Xiao Qing mention this master, she knew that finding Tang Ming was Xiao Qing's greatest wish.

She didn't say much, but stood quietly beside Xiaoqing, her gaze fixed on Iron Face with a scrutinizing look—as long as it could help Xiaoqing, she didn't mind listening to this Chaos Infected finish speaking.

Wu Song tightened his grip on the spear, his fiery energy surging slightly. His face remained cold and stern, but a barely perceptible hint of anticipation flickered in his eyes.

Tang Ming's whereabouts are a clue they have been searching for for a long time, and they cannot afford to miss it, regardless of whether Tie Mian's words are true or false.

Only Mo Yun seemed not to hear Tie Mian's threat, and didn't even look down at him.

He continued gazing at the horizon, ripples appearing and disappearing in the air between his fingertips, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing a trivial matter, without even turning his head:

"Noisy."

Iron Face turned pale instantly—he had anticipated that Mo Yun would be angry and hesitant, but he hadn't expected her to completely ignore him like this.

Like an ant threatening a tiger with a stone, the tiger wouldn't even lift a foot. He gritted his teeth, fixing his gaze on Xiaoqing, raising his voice, trying to mask his guilt with emotion:

"Little Qing! Don't you care about Tang Ming's life or death? The suffering he endured at Lord An's hands was bringing him closer to the end of the Chaos's erosion! Only I know where he is, only I can give you the token!"

Xiaoqing's fingertips clenched so tightly they turned white, and the jade flute trembled slightly in her palm.

Iron Face's words struck her heart like a heavy hammer—what she feared most was that her master would be completely corrupted by chaos.

The hardships and disappointments of these past few days had already worn her down, and she was unwilling to give up even if there was only a sliver of hope.

"You...you really know Master's whereabouts?"

She suppressed the panic in her heart and asked the question aloud.

Mo Zi saw Xiao Qing's vulnerability, reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, without saying much, but just signaled her to calm down with her eyes - she knew that the more anxious she was at this moment, the easier it would be for her to be restrained by the iron face.

Seeing this, Tie Mian knew he could only rely on Xiao Qing to keep the situation in check. A calculating smile immediately appeared on his face, though his complexion was pale, it conveyed a sense of triumph:

“It’s very simple. Have Brother Moyun release the seal on my and Wuqing’s meridians and let us leave. I will immediately give you the token and tell you where the Black Rock Cave where Tang Ming is imprisoned is. There is a chaotic barrier there, and without my token, you will not be able to get close at all.”

Bai Tang stamped her feet anxiously, then turned to look at Brother Mo Yun, her voice pleading:

"Brother Mo...why don't we trust him this once? We really can't let go of the clues about Master Tang Ming!"

Wu Song also looked at Brother Mo Yun, his expression complex:

“His words may not be credible, but we cannot afford to gamble on Master Tang Ming’s safety.”

Only then did Brother Mo Yun slowly withdraw his gaze and glance down at Iron Face.

There was no anger, no disdain, not even any emotion in his eyes, just like a human looking at an ant blocking their path, simply "knowing that such a thing exists."

His voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable pressure, not deliberately released, but simply an instinctive intimidation stemming from the difference in strength:

"Are you negotiating terms with me?"

Iron Face stiffened, almost unable to breathe under that gaze, his throat tightening, but he still forced himself to speak:

"I...I'm just making a deal! Let us go, and I'll give you clues!"

"trade?"

Brother Mo Yun raised an eyebrow slightly, casually flicked his finger, and a barely perceptible icy energy shot out, accurately striking the hidden pouch at Iron Face's waist.

With a soft "crack," the hidden pouch broke open, and a black iron token engraved with the character "督" (Du) flew out of thin air and landed steadily in his palm.

Throughout the entire process, Tie Mian didn't even have a chance to react; his body, with its meridians sealed, couldn't even move.

He weighed the token in his hand, his tone completely unchanged:

"You mean this? As for Blackrock Cave..."

He looked up to the west, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of cold mist and mountains, landing directly on the place shrouded in a chaotic barrier.

"It's just a flimsy barrier that can be easily broken through. Do I need you to provide clues?"

Iron Face's face turned ashen white instantly, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

How could he forget that the person in front of him was a top expert who could touch Lord An? In his eyes, the Chaos Barrier was probably no different from a thin sheet of paper.

His prized asset was utterly worthless in the eyes of the other party.

Brother Mo Yun didn't even glance at Iron Face again, casually tossing the token to Xiao Qing, his voice indifferent:

"Take it if you want it. As for these two pieces of trash..."

He glanced at Iron Face and Ruthless, a hint of impatience finally creeping into his tone.

"Kill the filthy hands; they're just an eyesore. You can purify yourselves however you like.

Xiaoqing caught the token, feeling its cool touch on her fingertips, her heart filled with a mixture of unease and anticipation.

She looked up at the iron mask, her voice trembling slightly, yet unusually firm:

"You better not be lying to me, otherwise... I will never let you go, even if I chase you to the ends of the earth!"

Iron Face slumped to the ground, his eyes unfocused, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

He finally realized that he had been wrong from the very beginning—it was utterly ridiculous to use the weakness of the weak to threaten a powerful person standing at the top of the world.

The other party is willing to listen to him so much simply because they are too lazy to take action; that's all.

Wuqing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the token in Xiaoqing's hand, then landing on Brother Moyun, and finally settling on the iron-faced man.

He didn't speak, but slowly supported himself on the withered tree, trying to stand up. However, due to his serious injuries and the sealing of his meridians, he staggered as soon as he got up.

Iron Face instinctively reached out to help, but was ruthlessly shoved away.

She glanced at him coldly and indifferently, her voice hoarse yet still carrying a hint of arrogance:

"I don't need your fake kindness."

Even so, he did not refuse again, but relied on his own strength to gradually regain his footing.

"elder brother!"

Xiaoqing instinctively tried to stop the two from leaving, but Mozi held her back.

Mo Zi gently shook her head and whispered to Xiao Qing:

"Finding Master Tang Ming is the priority. Iron Face and Ruthless are seriously injured and can't cause any trouble."

Xiaoqing gritted her teeth, but ultimately didn't chase after them. She simply gripped the black iron token tightly, her eyes resolute.

"We're going to Black Rock Cave right now! We must rescue Master!"

Sugar nodded immediately:

"Alright! I'll lead the way! Using Zong Yun power will dispel a small portion of the chaos, making it less likely to be detected by the barrier!"

Wu Song also put away his spear: "The Black Rock Cave is a dangerous place with a chaotic barrier. We must be careful and have a clear division of labor."

Mo Yun watched them hastily prepare to depart, saying nothing. He simply turned and looked towards the western horizon, his fingertips once again tracing the void, and that subtle spatial ripple appeared once more. To him, the threat of Iron Face, the barrier of Chaos, and even Tang Ming's whereabouts were nothing more than dust along the way.

He stayed in this cold forest, perhaps on a whim, or perhaps to observe Xiaoqing and Mozi's actions. As for those so-called "threats" and "deals," he never took them seriously.

The cold mist still lingered, but the atmosphere in the forest became increasingly eerie due to Brother Mo Yun's nonchalant attitude. No one knew whether the Black Rock Cave awaiting them held the hope of finding Tang Ming or another carefully laid trap.