Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

Chapter 107: Dark Valley 2

"I'll give you this. Leave here quickly. We shouldn't stay here for long." Bai Xinyu's face was solemn. She threw the Water Stone directly to Huan Ye. Most of her rhyme power had been absorbed by her and she hadn't recovered yet. Now she was not an opponent in the battle with Huan Ye. She could only give him the Water Stone first and let him withdraw his troops in the name of An.

Huan Ye stared blankly at the water stone thrown by Bai Xinyu. The stone was as crystal clear as a crystal sculpture. Under the shining sunlight, it was like a bright pearl, shining with a strange and charming light, as if it contained some mysterious power, which made Huan Ye immersed in it involuntarily, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the ever-vigilant Nine-Lived Spirit Cat behind him. This spirit cat, which had stood by him through countless trials and tribulations, now wore a look of guilt and unease. Recalling the heartbreaking incident that had occurred during the second time travel, Huan Ye felt a sharp stab in his heart.

It was precisely because of this nine-life spirit cat's momentary confusion that, for unspeakable reasons, it betrayed Huanye's beloved husband. That sudden turn of events left her husband defenseless and trapped, ultimately brutally slaughtered by the hateful kitties of Dazong. Huanye herself, pregnant and immobile, was unable to join the ferocious battle. She could only hide helplessly beneath the crumbling, dilapidated house, watching her beloved husband collapse in a pool of blood. That scene was seared into her memory like a brand, and the intense hatred burned within her like a raging flame, lingering within her heart for a long time. How could it be easily let go? In the quiet of the night, that hatred would surge like a tide, leaving her in excruciating pain, yet unable to refrain.

But looking at the Water Stone in his hand, he remembered Lord An's instructions. The Water Stone would also attract a special group of people, and he couldn't stay outside for long. However, the Nine-Life Spirit Cat was very good at hiding. It escaped this time, and he didn't know when he would meet it again. But he looked at the Water Stone, then at the Nine-Life Spirit Cat, and finally it was An's life-saving grace that overcame his desire for revenge. He gritted his teeth, picked up the Water Stone, nodded to Bai Xinyu, and disappeared.

"Xinyu, what kind of person is she? How could she have such a powerful rhythmic power?" Bai Tang watched the gradually disappearing phantom, his heart filled with confusion and resentment. The phantom seemed to contain endless secrets. He wanted to catch up again and give her a heavy blow to relieve his hatred. However, just as he was about to act, Bai Xinyu stopped him with lightning speed, her movements so swift that Bai Tang had no time to react.

Bai Xinyu led everyone to continue forward. "Haze Valley, the first of the Twelve Sadnesses, Phantom Night," she walked towards the boat with a few people without looking back, her back revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Wu Song was filled with confusion. Although he had no idea what the Twelve Sads of the Haze Valley were, he knew they were An's subordinates and their enemies. Now that he had such an opportunity, why not take advantage of it and keep them here to prevent them from becoming a threat in the future? He couldn't help but ask, "Xinyu, since he's from the Haze Valley, why not keep him here? With you here, we're fully capable of doing this."

Bai Xinyu paused slightly, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "When I was looking for the mysterious stone, most of my rhythmic power was accidentally absorbed by it. Now my rhythmic power is even weaker than yours. The breath I just emitted was already my last rhythmic power. If I act rashly, I will only put myself in a more dangerous situation. Let's go back to the boat first. When I recover, I will tell you in detail about the Twelve Deaths of the Haze Valley." As he said that, he quickened his pace and continued to walk towards the boat, leaving everyone looking at each other, with confusion and some worry in their hearts.

On the third night, after two days of rest, Bai Xinyu finally recovered all of her rhythmic power and her strength returned to its peak. At this time, everyone also saw the desert ahead.

"Xinyu, are you okay?" Xiaoqing and Haipiao were the first to see Bai Xinyu who had just walked out of the door, and came up to ask with concern.

"It's okay. I just consumed a lot of rhythmic energy. Where are Bai Tang and the others?" Bai Xinyu looked around and did not see Bai Tang and the others, so she asked curiously.

"Wu Song and Da Fei are still very seasick, Bai Tang is taking care of them on the deck." Xiao Qing said this and laughed with her hands covering her mouth.

"Let's go to the deck first. It's time to let you know who our opponents are." Bai Xinyu thought about it and decided that it was time to strengthen the Xingluo team.

Soon, everyone gathered on the deck. Because Dafei and Wu Song were seasick, several people sat by the railing.

"Our opponents are not only the twelve demonized clan masters, but also the Chaos Army under An's command and the Twelve Sorrows of the Haze Valley."

"Xinyu, what exactly are the Twelve Shangs in the Gloomy Valley? Why is it named Shang?" Although Wu Song did not grow up in a Da clan, he was born in a big family after all, so he still understands some principles. The team named Shang must have had a bumpy road.

"Twelve Sorrows of the Haze Valley

Huan Ye, Yin Mo Luo, Ling Zuan, Tie Chi, Wuhen, Mo Xie, Puppet Master, Wuqing Sect Master and the Three Judges, Du Zong's Three Cat Catchers, Feng Wuying, Chongshan, and Xue Ren,

They were all cats who had been hurt, hence the name "Shang." Their wounds were inflicted by the Peking Opera Cats. Most of them were alien cats, and for unknown reasons, the alien cats were hated by the Peking Opera Cats, ultimately leading to the annihilation of their entire race. They were all victims of that war.

Take the Huan Ye clan, for example. Initially, they were simply hostile, having lost their home and wandered the land. But after joining the Da Zong clan, the Huan Ye clan was imprisoned and treated like pets. Their killings gradually decreased with their moods. Huan Ye's husband was killed by a Peking Opera cat, which instilled in them an immense hatred for cats. This hatred became the driving force behind their cultivation, and their current strength rivals that of the various clan masters.

The members of the Xingluo troupe lowered their heads as they listened to Bai Xinyu's story. Even Wu Song and Da Fei, who had been crouching against the fence in discomfort, slowly sat down, lost in thought.

"Capsize and drop anchor"

Zhen Sanbao stopped the boat in deep water when he saw that it was approaching the edge of the desert and was about to enter the shallow water.

"Palace Master Xiaoqing, the Bu Sect's territory is ahead. It's not easy for us to enter, and the boat can't easily enter the shallow water area. We can only stay here. I'll send a small boat to take you to the shore tomorrow. You can rest in the cabin tonight." After Sanbao stopped the boat, he came to Xiaoqing and reported respectfully.

"Okay, then let's rest here for a while." Xiaoqing looked at Haipiao, then at Bai Xinyu, and then at the three cats who were standing there with their heads down and not saying a word.