His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual power is pure, and the cold, yin creatures in the Black Swamp have met their nemesis when they encounter her.

The swamp can be avoided, but what's left is the toxic gas. How do we deal with that?

Have it.

Mo Sangyu quickly came up with a solution.

Gas masks.

That's easy.

She immediately conjured two gas masks as a backup.

However, besides that, there must be other dangers inside...

Before going in, you need to be fully prepared. If you can find the entrance, you can leave directly without worrying about what's happening here.

Feng Xingyu consulted with Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia. Most of the current political situation in Da Chen is handled by them, and many decisions are made after discussions with Gu Jinzhi.

This time, he and Ayu ventured deep into the Black Swamp, and all matters concerning the court had to be properly entrusted to them first.

At that time, just like before, a dummy will be used as a stand-in, and Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia will act as regents. His departure will not have a significant impact on the political situation in the short term.

"His Majesty."

When Gu Jinzhi learned that he and Mo Sangyu planned to go to the Deadly Swamp to find the entrance to Cloud City, even this usually calm and composed man, who could handle any thorny political matter with ease, couldn't help but show a hint of anxiety.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

He knew better than anyone how terrifying that deadly black swamp was.

That was the place that almost cost His Majesty his life.

"Your Majesty, I support whatever decision you and the Empress make, but we absolutely must not go to the Deadly Black Swamp. Last time you were injured, it was the Empress who absorbed half of your injuries and saved your life. If you go together this time, what if..."

What if they all get injured?

Gu Jinzhi objected; he had developed a psychological aversion to that place.

"I have already reflected on my actions."

Feng Xingyu knew what he was afraid of, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, this time is different from last time. We won't get hurt."

The last time I went there, it was because I knew nothing about the Black Swamp, and in order to conceal my red eyes, most of my true energy was suppressed, which is why I was trapped at the crucial moment.

Furthermore, his injuries were not entirely caused by the Black Swamp. They were caused by the people sent by Feng Mingyuan who chased him all the way after he escaped from the Black Swamp, which is why he was so badly injured.

"His Majesty……"

"Jinzhi, if you don't believe me, don't you believe her too?"

With just one sentence, he successfully silenced Gu Jinzhi.

Then, realizing something was amiss, he quickly added, "What are you saying, Your Majesty? Of course, I believe you."

He talks as if he only believes in the Empress.

"Alright."

Feng Xingyu glanced at him and said, "Just trust her."

Gu Jinzhi felt embarrassed, and knowing that no one could change their decision, he said no more.

However, he did trust the Empress.

Every decision she made never disappointed them.

If you don't want to be passively attacked, you have no choice but to take risks.

"Then, when do Your Majesty and the Empress plan to depart?"

Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened, and his tone carried a hint of urgency that left no room for delay: "In the next two days. We'll discuss the specific dates with Ayu when we get back."

He was even more anxious about this matter than Mo Sangyu.

He had a feeling that if the hidden dangers in Cloud City weren't resolved quickly, who knew what unexpected things might happen later, and that kind of unexpected event was something he couldn't afford...

It has to be said that Feng Xingyu's premonitions were terrifyingly accurate.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through his neck without warning.

A very thin and faint bloodstain appeared out of nowhere.

Feng Xingyu's pupils contracted sharply as he realized something, and his expression changed drastically.

Before Gu Jinzhi and Wen Zhixia could exclaim in surprise, he had already disappeared from the hall.

Only a faint trace of true energy remained, vanishing in an instant.

Meanwhile, inside Zhaohua Palace.

To prepare for all possible dangers, Mo Sangyu prepared a whole host of things.

Besides gas masks, there were also antidotes, detoxifying powder, insect repellent powder, talismans... bottles and jars piled up on the table.

There were even raincoats, rain boots, headlamps, and lighters.

I just do whatever comes to mind.

Feeling that it was almost done, she waited for Feng Xingyu to return so they could check it again together and see if anything was missing.

She first went to the bathroom to shower and changed into a soft nightgown.

Get a good rest tonight, and we'll head to the Black Swamp tomorrow.

When she came out of the clean room, her nightgown was thin, so she casually draped a snow-white cloak over her shoulders to cover her slender figure.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, Mo Sangyu suddenly stopped.

She keenly noticed it.

A subtle yet incredibly familiar fluctuation appeared in the air.

Before any bad thoughts could fully form in her mind, a strange male presence suddenly approached.

Right behind her.

The cold, sharp blade was pressed against her snow-white neck.

Both the speed and the concealment of their presence had exceeded Mo Sangyu's expectations.

"Don't move around."

The man behind her first let out a low chuckle.

The voice was beautiful, like a fine cello, but the tone carried an undisguised malice and amusement.

Mo Sangyu's body stiffened for only a moment before relaxing.

She remained completely calm, closing her eyes to sense the opponent's strength.

Seeing that she didn't react, the other person tilted their head and looked at her: "Why aren't you scared?"

"Is being afraid useful?"

"Hmm, it's really useless."

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "They say that if you hurt him, you can kill him. I wonder if it's true?"

As he spoke, the man pushed the blade of his knife forward again.

The blade was icy cold, pressed against her skin; with just a little force, it could slit her throat.

Mo Sangyu's gaze darkened slightly.

She could sense that the person behind her was far more powerful than the others before her.

That sense of oppression was something that Yun Jin could not match, nor could Yun Chen and the woman with purple eyes.

He made her feel strongly threatened.

The blade pressed forward a little more, and a slight stinging sensation came over the skin; blood had already been drawn.

Why aren't you saying anything?

The man behind her spoke with a hint of mockery: "Are you scared out of your wits, or are you waiting for that kid to come and rescue you?"

Mo Sangyu concealed the coldness in his eyes.

"I'm thinking about something."

"Oh? What is it?"

"If you're so powerful, why are you holding a knife to a weak woman's neck?"

The man paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"A weak woman?" He shook his head: "You're not weak at all."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Sangyu suddenly lowered her body, and at the same time, her spiritual power erupted, with a dark blue light shooting into the sky like flames from her body.

The man seemed to have been prepared, and with a swift motion, he slashed with the blade.

But Mo Sangyu dodged quickly and only suffered a minor cut on her shoulder.

Using the force of her burst of spiritual energy, she instantly retreated three zhang away and turned to face the person who had come.

I finally got a clear look at the man.

He was dressed in black, his long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his features were sharply defined, with a handsome face that exuded a chilling aura.

What's most striking about him are his eyes.

Blood-red eyes gleamed with an eerie light in the night.

Their red eyes were deeper and richer than Feng Xingyu's, like congealed blood.

Mo Sangyu clicked her tongue: "We both have red eyes, but yours looks so bloodshot."

"You don't know anything."

The man's smile held a chilling undertone: "This is the true, legitimate bloodline."

Authentic direct lineage?

What about Feng Xingyu?

Mo Sangyu didn't press further, but simply observed the man discreetly.

He came alone. Without that purple-eyed woman's spatial magic, how did he manage to arrive here silently?

Just then, a whooshing sound came from not far away.

Feng Xingyu's figure flashed like a meteor, landing in front of Mo Sangyu and shielding her behind him.

The bloodstain on his neck was still visible, clearly indicating that he had rushed over without regard for the consequences after realizing that Mo Sangyu was injured.

"Ayu!"

Feng Xingyu turned to look at her, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his red eyes.

Mo Sangyu's gaze fell on his neck.

The cut just now wasn't deep, only leaving a shallow bloodstain. Feng Xingyu took about 80% of the damage, and she only got a minor cut.

However, it was indeed thrilling.

Once Feng Xingyu was sure Mo Sangyu was alright, he turned to look at the man in black, his gaze as cold as frost.

"Who are you?"

The man looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

There was scrutiny, a wide-eyed look, and even a hint of... hatred.

"who I am?"

He gave a cold laugh, his voice tinged with an indescribable chill: "You don't need to know."

After speaking, his gaze passed over Feng Xingyu and landed on Mo Sangyu.

A strong sense of interest flashed in his blood-red eyes.

Just as Yun Chen and the others said, hurting her would kill him.

That's so interesting.

He stared at Mo Sangyu, the light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Is she important to you?"

Feng Xingyu tensed up and instinctively moved closer to Mo Sangyu, shielding her further: "What do you want to do?"

The man raised an eyebrow, his handsome face full of malice.

"I originally intended to kill you," he said slowly, "but now, I've changed my mind."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished instantly.

fast.

too fast.

It was several times faster than that woman with purple eyes.

Before Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu could react, the man had already appeared behind Mo Sangyu.

The next second, the wind howled and the scenery rushed past.

By the time Feng Xingyu came to his senses, Mo Sangyu had already been taken to the top of the palace by the man.

The eaves and corners are upturned, and the snow has not yet melted.

The man stood on the roof ridge, one hand gripping Mo Sangyu's neck, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Don't move."

He looked down at Feng Xingyu, whose expression had changed drastically, and said in a light voice with an undeniable threat: "Take another step, and I'll send you all on your way."

The phoenix flew and remained in place.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers.

"you……"

Feng Xingyu's voice trembled, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell: "Isn't the person you want to kill me? Release her, and I'll let you kill her."

"Kill you?"

He shook his head: "No need for that. Hurting her will kill you. It's much simpler."

He looked down at the person in his hands, his eyes filled with intense interest.

"Besides, this girl is quite interesting. After I kill you, I can still..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped.

Because a hand had already pierced his chest.

It is Mo Sangyu.

The man stood behind her, his large hand still loosely gripping her neck, but he didn't expect her to suddenly make a move at that moment.

Moreover, it was done barehanded.

The flesh and blood pierced through his sternum and penetrated his heart.

Fresh blood flowed down her wrist, dripping onto the snow on the roof of the palace, spreading out like red plum blossoms.

The man looked down at the hand on his chest, his eyes filled with shock.

"you……"

Mo Sangyu slowly raised her head and met his astonished red eyes.

The moonlight fell on her face, illuminating her cool and exquisitely beautiful features.

A slight smile curved her lips.

That smile was as warm as a spring breeze in March.

But in her eyes was a chilling killing intent, so intense it was impossible to dispel.

Have you ever heard this saying?

Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she were asking what she had eaten that day.

The man opened his mouth, and blood and foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His face was contorted in pain, his lips were turning purple, and a fine layer of cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead, but he still managed to ask a question.

"...What did you say?"

Mo Sangyu's smile deepened: "The villain dies from talking too much."

With that, she suddenly twisted her wrist, the smile on her face contrasting sharply with the movement of her hand.

The man let out a low growl of pain, his eyes bloodshot.

"What a... vicious woman!"

He used all his strength to say those words.

"Thank you for the compliment."

She withdrew her hand.

It brought out a handful of blood and flesh, splattering it all over the ground.

The man swayed and fell from the roof of the palace.

boom!

The sound of a heavy object falling was particularly muffled in the snowy night.

Feng Xingyu stood still, watching this scene, without moving for a long time.

He watched as Mo Sangyu stood atop the palace roof, moonlight bathing her, her blood-stained dress fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Mo Sangyu looked down at her hands, which were covered in blood and still dripping.

Then she looked up and met Feng Xingyu's gaze: "I just took a bath, and now I have to take another one?"

Hearing this, Feng Xingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out his hand to her: "Get down."

Mo Sangyu jumped down from the top of the palace.

Feng Xingyu caught her steadily and pulled her into his arms.

"I'll carry you to take a bath."

"etc."

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment. Although she had just crushed the man's heart, no matter how powerful he was, he was doomed to die.

But just in case, she still wanted to see it for herself.

Before she could speak, Feng Xingyu understood what she meant.

The two followed the spot where the man had fallen.

Behind the palace wall.

When they arrived at the location, they found that there was indeed no body!

Mo Sangyu's eyes darkened.

They exchanged a glance, both of them filled with disbelief.

Careless.

What kind of perverted freaks are the people in Cloud City?

"Even if he didn't die, he must have been seriously injured and couldn't have run far."

Feng Xingyu said, "Go take a bath first. I'll have Yuan Zhao lead the Imperial Guards to conduct a thorough search and make sure to find him."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu nodded.

The two then parted ways.

She went back to the bathroom, quickly washed up, and changed into clean clothes.

Then, he walked towards the sleeping quarters.

It's that same place again, the same place to stay.

Her figure suddenly stopped.

A strange yet familiar aura reappeared.

It was still so fast that she couldn't react in time.

But this time, the first thing to attack was an incredibly strong rope that automatically bound her tightly from top to bottom.

Mo Sangyu looked up.

What she saw left even this powerful soul cultivator speechless with astonishment.

"You...how could you..."