His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

She simply raised her hand and waved it.

The pitch-black night sky looked as if it had been ripped open with a hideous wound, the edges of the crack glowing with an eerie purple light, and a gale howling out from the crack, swirling up the snow that had covered the ground.

"withdraw."

At a command, all the invisible people who were still alive jumped into the crevice.

"You guys are lucky this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

The woman with purple eyes left behind a final sentence before disappearing.

"Be careful!"

At the same time, a sharp blade shot out from the crack towards Mo Sangyu's chest like lightning.

Mo Sangyu never expected that even after escaping, they would still pull such a move. Caught off guard, she had no time to dodge.

At the critical moment, Ya Zi, who had been observing from the shadows, pounced and pushed Mo Sangyu aside. His sharp blade grazed Mo Sangyu's neck, and a bloody mark appeared instantly.

"Yazi!"

Mo Sangyu was startled and quickly pulled him up to check his wound.

The wound wasn't shallow, but thankfully it was on the side of the neck.

If it's facing forward, the chances of it being bad are slim.

Mo Sangyu's expression turned cold: "Who let you out?"

"Miss, I... I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt."

Ya Zi glanced at Feng Xingyu beside him, whose face was equally pale, and said in a deep voice, "His Majesty is already seriously injured, if..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning behind it was already self-evident.

Feng Xingyu's face was pale because he was frightened. When the sharp blade shot towards Mo Sangyu, he wished he could shield it with his own body.

Unfortunately, he was injured, which slowed his movements, and the situation was too sudden for him to react in time.

Fortunately, Ya Zi pushed him away.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu called out to her, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

Mo Sangyu quickly went over and helped him up.

His entire arm was stained with blood, and his lower back was also soaked.

"Ayu, let me see your injury."

"Don't move."

Mo Sangyu stopped him from moving around: "You absorbed all the injuries, I only got a minor cut. Feng Xingyu, it's my fault for being too late, otherwise you wouldn't have been injured."

"It's not your fault."

Feng Xingyu shook his head, still looking at her wound with concern, and only felt relieved after confirming that she was alright.

"Your attack consumes a great deal of spiritual energy. If you are not confident, you should be cautious. Besides, that woman is too cunning. Everyone is attacking you, so getting hurt is inevitable."

He said casually, "Don't worry, this injury won't kill you."

"Walk."

Mo Sangyu helped him walk towards Chonghua Palace.

The night sky had long since returned to calm, and the crack that had just been torn open seemed to be nothing more than an illusion, as if it had never existed.

This is absolutely unbelievable.

Gu Jinzhi and the others rushed over immediately to check on Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu's injuries, help Ya Zi up, clean up the battlefield, and deal with Lan Tong's corpse on the ground.

"Where is Luo Ming?"

Before even reaching Chonghua Palace, Yan Qing shouted, "Doctor Luo! Imperial Physician Luo! Where are they?"

"Yes, yes, I'm here."

Luo Ming hadn't been called out so urgently in a long time.

This feeling is so long gone.

"Who's injured? Let me see."

"His Majesty, the Empress, and Yazi are all injured."

Luo Ming rushed over, and when he saw Feng Xingyu covered in blood, his legs went weak.

"My God, help him in quickly."

It had been a long time since Luo Ming had treated his grandfather's injuries, and he was so rusty that he felt like he had forgotten the steps.

The doors of Chonghua Hall swung open, and the crowd surged out.

Upon seeing His Majesty injured, the officials and their families, as well as the palace servants and eunuchs, all turned pale with fright and stood trembling to the side.

How could His Majesty, such a powerful figure, be injured like this?

Even more so, many people are still completely bewildered, having no idea what happened, and only guessing that an assassin had carried out the attack.

Feng Xingyu was helped to sit down on a soft couch, and Luo Ming immediately went forward to check his injuries.

He cut open Feng Xingyu's sleeve, revealing the deep, bone-revealing wound, and took a breath.

"This...this injury..."

"Stop talking nonsense, stop the bleeding first." Mo Sangyu stood aside, her voice calm, but her hand remained firmly gripping Feng Xingyu's.

Feng Xingyu didn't care about his injuries at all; on the contrary, he enjoyed the feeling of being held tightly in her hand.

Luo Ming dared not say anything more and quickly began to treat the wound.

Wen Zhixia brought hot water, Feng Mian handed over a clean towel, and Yuan Zhao held up a candlestick to light the way. There were two other imperial physicians in the palace tonight; one went to fetch medicine, and the other assisted.

I cleaned up two basins of bloody water, applied hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medication, and then started bandaging.

After treating Feng Xingyu's wounds, he began to examine Ya Zi's injuries.

Ya Zi sat to the side, the bloodstain on his neck slowly scabbing over. It looked ferocious, but it was indeed just a superficial wound.

"You're lucky to be alive."

Luo Ming patted his shoulder: "You almost cut an artery."

Ya Zi didn't speak, he just kept his head down.

He thought to himself, thankfully Miss Wan was taken to her room by Granny Yu, otherwise she would have been terrified to see this scene.

Is it serious?

Mo Sangyu walked over, her gaze falling on Ya Zi's neck, but her question was directed at Luo Ming.

Luo Ming shook his head as he applied the ointment: "It's a minor injury, much lighter than my injury. But he was lucky; if it had been slightly off-center, it would have been a completely different story."

Mo Sangyu nodded without saying anything more.

Feng Xingyu leaned against the soft couch and instructed Gu Jinzhi: "Make sure all the officials' families in the palace are settled. Tell them not to panic about tonight's events; they were just a few assassins, and the matter has been dealt with."

Gu Jinzhi accepted the order and turned to make arrangements.

Although the officials' wives still had doubts, they dared not ask any more questions after His Majesty spoke, and they all bowed and took their leave.

Wen Zhixia also went to help.

The Chonghua Hall gradually emptied out, leaving only a few trusted confidants.

Han Xiao rarely spoke, but he did: "Those people... what exactly are they?"

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, what exactly are those things that can become invisible, teleport, and even tear the sky apart?

Mo Sangyu sat down next to Feng Xingyu and analyzed calmly: "In Cloud City... so far, there have been three types of people with different eye colors, each possessing different abilities."

"Yun Jin with blue eyes, who controls puppets and uses others as pawns, is a puppeteer."

"The group of people who launched the stealth attack just now were under the command of a man named Yun Chen, who was skilled in stealth techniques."

"And that woman with purple eyes comes and goes without a trace. She can tear the night sky apart with a wave of her hand. In addition to teleportation, she also knows spatial magic."

"Spatial magic?"

Everyone frowned as they listened.

Yan Qing couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, what... what is spatial magic? We've never heard of it before."

Mo Sangyu explained in general terms: "Spatial arts are the means of tearing apart space and time and traversing space."

"The crack in the night sky that you just saw was not an illusion, nor a formation. She forcibly opened a spatial passage. Those people came from that passage and then retreated from it."

Everyone was shocked.

Tearing apart the sky... was it opening up another dimension?

What kind of folk ghost story is this?!

Feng Xingyu leaned back on the soft couch, pondering silently upon hearing this, but did not speak.

Mo Sangyu continued, "Therefore, it can be concluded that the legendary Cloud City is not located on the map of the Nine Provinces Continent at all."

"It is very likely that it is an independent small world, an independent space, without a familiar person to guide you, without spatial coordinates, and even if you search the entire continent, you will not be able to find the entrance."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the hall all changed.

Gu Jinzhi spoke first in a deep voice: "Does Your Majesty mean... you still intend to take the initiative to go to Yunzhong City?"

Han Xiao also raised his eyes: "That place is elusive and has such strange methods. Going there rashly would be too dangerous."

Yan Qing went even further: "How about we first guard the palace and strengthen its defenses? If all else fails, we can deploy a nationwide control system..."

He stopped talking at the end.

The other party is too strong.

It seems that no defense is of much use.

However, everyone thought that Mo Sangyu would say, "Let's wait and see, and defend as the best course of action."

Because there is no other way.

After all, the other party's origins are unknown, their abilities are strange, and even their location is unknown.

But they forgot.

The person in front of me is not one to swallow one's anger.

"I'm the kind of person who'll eat anything, as long as I don't suffer a loss."

Mo Sangyu smiled, a smile that carried a familiar feeling.

One word.

疯。

During the Lunar New Year, she was bullied to the point of exhaustion; she couldn't stand it.

only.

It definitely requires careful consideration.

Adding Yun Jin and the others who came tonight... there must be even more powerful beings in Cloud City.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu and asked softly, "What did you say?"

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand. The wound was still throbbing, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, only a calm and composed expression.

"Constantly giving in is useless."

His voice was low and slow, each word clear: "Those people have been targeting me all along, determined to kill me. Tonight they realized that if you get injured, the injury will transfer to me. They won't even let you go."

He looked up at Mo Sangyu, his gaze deep and stubborn.

"I can tolerate everything else, but this is the one thing I can't tolerate."

"Ayu, whatever you want to do, I will do it with you."

Mo Sangyu felt a sense of relief.

His words are enough.

"alright."

She stood up and glanced at everyone: "Disperse, everyone. Go back and rest. His Majesty needs to recover from his injuries. That's all for tonight."

Although Gu Jinzhi and the others still had a lot of questions, they knew it was not appropriate to say anything more at this moment, so they all bowed and withdrew.

Ya Zi also stood up, covered his neck, bowed, and retreated.

The next day was the first day of the month, and the court was closed for the day, with no morning court session.

This gave Feng Xingyu time to recuperate peacefully.

In the past few days, Mo Sangyu had not said anything about how to deal with Yunzhong City, but Feng Xingyu was becoming increasingly uneasy.

I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen.

Once his wounds had almost healed and he could move freely again, one afternoon, Feng Xingyu suddenly grabbed Mo Sangyu and asked casually, "Ayu, is your... avatar difficult to create?"

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"I want to learn." Feng Xingyu looked at her earnestly. "Teach me."

"OK."

Mo Sangyu would naturally not be stingy with his money.

She casually conjured a few talismans that could transform into external avatars, then told him the incantation: "It's very simple for me, but you don't have spiritual power. You need strong focus and concentration, otherwise it will be difficult to succeed. You can try it and practice a few more times."

Feng Xingyu took the talisman and listened attentively, pondering what focus and cohesion meant.

Mo Sangyu gently reminded him not to be impatient, and that it was okay to fail the first time. Although his true energy was strong, it was not spiritual energy after all...

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu closed his eyes, pinched the talisman between his fingers, and muttered a spell.

In the blink of an eye, the talisman moved without wind in his palm, floated lightly in mid-air, and with a flash of light, a figure exactly like Mo Sangyu slowly appeared.

His eyebrows, eyes, posture, and even his overall demeanor were exactly the same; standing there, he looked just like a real person.

Mo Sangyu was taken aback.

cow.

It was a success on the first try!

Back then, she succeeded on her first try, but with her powerful spiritual energy, one success wasn't anything remarkable.

But the phoenix can travel...

He had no usable spiritual power at all, and the mysterious power within his body was suppressed by the bloodline restriction. Logically speaking, relying solely on true qi, let alone forming a form in one go, even if it were done ten or a hundred times, he might not be able to condense a stable avatar.

This talent and focus are strange and astonishing.

"Ayu, what do you think of this dummy I conjured?"

Feng Xingyu was not complacent about his success on the first try. Instead, he humbly asked, "Can you really fool people?"

Mo Sangyu stepped forward and gently touched the avatar.

The touch is realistic, and the body is stable, without any of the awkwardness or superficiality of a beginner.

She turned to look at Feng Xingyu, her eyes full of admiration: "I declare that you have completed your apprenticeship."

Damn it.

She learned it before she even started teaching it properly.

Not interesting.

Feng Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

After his injury healed and his leave ended, he became busy again.

The people of Cloud City, I don't know when they will come again.

No amount of defense would be of any use to them.

The talisman arrays in the palace have always been there, but those arrays are difficult to trap people who can turn invisible.

Last time, it wasn't needed.

Therefore, they remain in a passive position and can only wait...

Mo Sangyu disliked this feeling very much.

For some reason, Feng Xingyu was unusually anxious this time as well.

He always had a bad feeling.

The feeling of uncertainty made him restless and agitated.

"Ayu, is it really impossible to find the entrance to Cloud City?"

These past few days, Feng Xingyu has been unable to concentrate during meetings at the Qin Zheng Hall.

Only when she was with Mo Sangyu could she find a little comfort.

Mo Sangyu remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "Actually, when Yun Jin disappeared in the Deadly Black Swamp last time, the tracking talisman was also broken there. I suspected that the entrance to Cloud City might be hidden in the Deadly Black Swamp."

"But I've been to that place. It's dark, full of black swamps, and filled with toxic gases. Apart from the danger, there's no sign of an entrance or anything like that."

"The place you went to hasn't even reached the depths of the Black Swamp yet..."

"That……"

Feng Xingyu proposed a bold idea: "Shall we go again?"

He now desires to find Cloud City even more intensely than Mo Sangyu.

"You really want to go?"

Mo Sangyu neither immediately agreed nor objected.

"I want to find Cloud City and deal with those people."

"Don't you want to find out why they wanted to kill you?"

"Actually, I think I know it's because of... that thing that's being suppressed inside me."

Bloodline restriction.

What is sealed inside is a kind of inheritance.

What he possessed had already threatened the position of a powerful figure in Cloud City, which was why they went to great lengths, even coming to this place they despised, to kill him.

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "Then let's go together."