His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"My name is Yun Yihe. I am the lord of this Cloud City and the only direct descendant of the Yun Clan."

Yun Yihe leaned against the cloud-patterned jade pillar, his fingers casually stroking the dark patterns on his cuffs, his blood-red eyes fixed on Mo Sangyu.

A sinister yet domineering smile curled at the corners of his lips, and he exuded a suffocating aura of oppression: "And you, are about to become my Venerable Lord's wife."

The only direct descendant?

Mo Sangyu automatically ignored his last sentence and only listened to what interested her.

If red eyes are the symbol of the Yun clan's direct lineage, then what is Feng Xingyu...?

He is the son of Feng Mingyuan, and in theory he has nothing to do with the Yun clan, but all indications show that he has clearly inherited the bloodline of his mother, Yun Wangshu.

Therefore... he is very likely to also possess the special abilities of the Yun clan's direct lineage.

Otherwise, why would Yun Yihe go to such lengths to kill Feng Xingyu?

If he hadn't repeatedly provoked her, she and Feng Xingyu wouldn't have paid much attention to this Cloud City.

Therefore, it must be Feng Xingyu's existence that threatens Yun Yihe's position.

Could it be that the thing Feng Xingyu is bound by in his bloodline is stronger and more terrifying than Yun Yihe's?

In a short time, Mo Sangyu's mind was already filled with a lot of random guesses.

However, further investigation is still needed.

In particular, do all the red-eyed members of the Cloud Clan possess the ability of resurrection?

If so, then Yun Wangshu might not be dead yet.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you so happy you've gone mad?"

Seeing that she didn't react for a while, Yun Yihe slowly stepped forward.

His knuckles, cold and hard, tapped lightly twice in front of her eyes. Beneath the playfulness in his eyes lay a venomous ruthlessness. His tone was flippant yet chilling: "You're quite a special woman."

They were so unusual that they didn't seem like people from that inferior world of the Nine Provinces Continent at all.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu sneered.

She kindly reminded him, "You're inviting trouble."

The last person to let a wolf into the house was Chu Canglan.

"I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that."

Yun Yihe tilted his head back and chuckled softly. His laughter was low and hoarse, exuding arrogance and confidence, as if everything in the world was under his control.

No woman could truly resist him.

He stared intently at Mo Sangyu, his narrow eyes slightly upturned at the corners.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed fiercely, and he pressed his tongue against his cheek: "I'm a little reluctant to part with it, what should I do?"

"What?"

"If I want to kill him, I have to hurt you, but I can't bear to hurt you now..." He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly tracing his lips, a murderous intent surging in his eyes: "Otherwise, I'll go again."

If we don't kill that bastard, he'll always be a threat.

Yun Yihe flicked his robe sleeves and turned to step into the air to leave.

Mo Sangyu's voice sounded lazily behind him, calm and undisturbed: "Don't worry, he'll find this place soon, and then... he'll kill you."

A very simple sentence.

It's like saying, "If we can't have this meal today, we can have it another day." It's as simple as that.

"You're saying he could find this place?"

Yun Yihe abruptly stopped, slowly turning around. His blood-red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. His tone was sinister: "You still want to kill me?"

How naive!

He is unkillable.

"Alright, then I'll give him that chance."

He raised his hand and waved, and the gates of Cloud City slowly opened, allowing him to step inside first.

Mo Sangyu followed slowly behind, seemingly indifferent and casual, but in reality, her soul sense had already spread out in all directions, quietly probing everything around her.

"Feed".

She remained calm, as if she were merely asking casually, "Those people you sent before, those with blue eyes, purple eyes, and green eyes, were they all your subordinates?"

"They are a branch of the Cloud Clan."

Yun Yihe turned his head, his red eyes sweeping over her with a cold and scrutinizing gaze, but his steps slowed slightly, his tone condescending and condescending: "Don't rush, what else do you want to know? I'll tell you everything after you marry me."

"A side branch?"

Mo Sangyu continues to selectively block content that does not interest her.

Then he continued, "Besides their three eye colors, do the Cloud Clan have any other eye colors?"

She didn't even object to the suggestion of "marry him," so she fell for him so quickly?

Yun Yihe's lips curled into a wicked smile, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

"Besides the main branch, the Yun clan has five collateral branches. You just arrived today, so rest for a bit. I'll have them all come to see you later and introduce you to your future mistress."

"..."

Mo Sangyu was truly speechless.

I've never seen anyone so outgoing and shameless.

This shows they don't take her seriously at all.

"Yun Yihe, I will not marry you. You better not talk nonsense, otherwise, even if I can't kill you, I can still make you feel pain."

When his heart was crushed, the expression on his face was genuine.

It won't kill you, but it will hurt, and it must really hurt.

Yun Yihe seemed to recall the excruciating pain of that moment, and the pressure around him suddenly plummeted. His previously playful eyes were instantly filled with malice, revealing a chilling ferocity.

"An ungrateful woman."

He stopped in his tracks, turned abruptly, and grabbed Mo Sangyu's chin tightly with one hand: "Do you really think that just because I have some interest in you, I can't bear to touch you?"

Mo Sangyu slapped his hand away in disgust, looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes cold and indifferent: "You can try it, see if you can't bear to move, or... can't move at all?"

"Oh."

A low, dangerous laugh escaped Yun Yihe's throat, echoing through the empty mountain path.

He leaned slightly forward, his blood-red eyes almost touching hers, his chilling breath brushing against her ear: "I know you have some skill and aren't shy either. As long as you behave, I won't mistreat you."

"..."

They can't understand human speech.

Forget it.

It's impossible to kill, and it's a waste of spiritual energy.

Mo Sangyu decided to ignore him and followed him, continuing to investigate using her soul sense.

As she walked along, she explored the surrounding layout to a great extent.

The main hall of the Yun clan is located at the very core of the mountain peak, covering a vast area. The main bluestone path we are walking on right now is a hundred feet long.

On both sides are layers of pavilions and courtyards, scattered in a staggered manner on the hillside, stretching all the way into the depths of the clouds and mist.

Her soul transcended those pavilions and probed into them.

On the east side of the field, a dozen men in black were training.

Their eyes are blue; they belong to the one that possesses the ability to become invisible.

Mo Sangyu's eyes flickered slightly, and his spiritual sense continued to delve deeper.

Under the west corridor, a woman with purple eyes was leaning against the railing, idly fiddling with a short blade in her hand.

It was the one who came on New Year's Eve.

As if sensing something, she suddenly looked up and glanced in Mo Sangyu's direction.

Mo Sangyu withdrew his consciousness, his expression unchanged.

Explore further ahead.

There was an open area behind the mountain where dozens of blue-eyed people were crafting puppets.

The puppets were entirely black, with eerie green flames burning in their eye sockets, just like the ones Yun Jin had brought back.

What about the other two side branches?

Mo Sangyu's soul consciousness continued to spread, and finally found several orange-eyed figures in a corner of the back hall.

They were more robust than the others, and each of them stood there, their bodies faintly glowing with a golden light.

The luster was extremely faint; it was almost imperceptible unless one carefully examined it with their soul sense.

It seems to be the Golden Body Technique?

Depend on.

Could it be some kind of invincible golden body?!

What a twisted cloud clan!

Mo Sangyu mentally ranted and complained.

There is one last side branch that has not yet been found.

They were almost at the main hall when, in addition to the four members of the collateral branch, she also discovered a large number of people with black pupils.

They should be the lowest level of people in this Cloud City, no different from the people of the Nine Provinces Continent.

Some were sweeping and cleaning the courtyard, some were carrying heavy objects, and some were hurrying through the corridor with tea and snacks in their hands.

He was a servant.

There were also some ordinary guards in armor, who stood guard at various intersections and palace gates, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

But Mo Sangyu could sense that their strength was not weak; if placed in the Nine Provinces Continent, they would at least be top-tier experts.

The aura emanating from them was not true qi or anything else, but rather the spiritual energy that permeated the entire Cloud City.

They... actually cultivate spiritual energy?

That's such a waste.

Along the way, there were obvious glances that landed on her, but most people only looked at her once before looking away.

It felt like he didn't take her seriously at all.

That's...very good.

We finally arrived at the main hall.

Two dark-eyed maids came out to greet him, and they held Yun Yihe in a deep-seated awe, not daring to raise their heads.

"This is the future Lord's wife. You shall serve her well."

Yun Yihe spoke in a domineering and arrogant tone, completely disregarding Mo Sangyu's wishes.

After the introductions, he glanced sideways at Mo Sangyu, maliciously picking up a strand of her hair with his fingers, his tone feigned: "You still haven't told me your name. I heard him call you... Ayu?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him coldly and waved his hand away again: "I am Feng Xingyu's Empress. You can just call me Your Majesty. Also, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, I won't hesitate to chop off your hands."

"..."

Yun Yihe's expression darkened, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his pupils.

"From now on, you are not allowed to mention him!"

He took a sudden step forward, gripping Mo Sangyu's arms tightly with his two large hands, his voice as cold as ice: "I'll ask you one more time, what's your name...?"

The last two words were not yet uttered.

There was a loud "snap".

Yun Yihe was slapped so hard that his head was turned sharply to the side. Five clear finger marks appeared on his cheek in an instant, and his mouth was torn, with a trace of scarlet blood spilling out.

The two maids beside them were stunned, trembling with fear. They knelt down in terror, burying their heads in the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Just now... who hit the Lord?

They didn't see who did it at all.

No, nobody actually did it.

Hell?

Yun Yihe stood frozen in place, his neck still tilted to the side, his eyes initially blank, then filled with overwhelming rage and humiliation.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Mo Sangyu, the finger marks on his cheeks were extremely glaring, and the cold, murderous aura around him almost swallowed the entire main hall.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his mixture of shock and anger, and his blank expression, Mo Sangyu couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile: "Haven't you ever seen someone slap you in the face from afar before?"

"..."

Yun Yihe took two steps back, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and laughed wickedly and maniacally: "Very good... very good."

Killing him is fine, but how can you slap him in the face?!

His gaze as he stared at Mo Sangyu was like that of a venomous snake eyeing its prey—cold, evil, and filled with a mad, obstinate determination to succeed.

"You're the first to dare slap me in the face."

"So, am I the first one to have my heart crushed and my knife stabbed?"

Mo Sangyu casually asked a question in return.

After asking the question, without waiting for his answer, she turned and walked straight into the hall.

Yun Yihe: "..."

The first one!

They're all the first ones!

For a fleeting moment, he had the urge to kill this woman.

Yun Yihe acted faster than he thought, and in a flash, he chased after her.

however.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Yun Yihe crashed into a transparent, hard object with such force that even someone as immortal as him was struck so hard that he saw stars.

He staggered back two steps and raised his hand to cover his nose.

Two streams of warm liquid flowed from his nostrils and trickled down the back of his hand.

is blood.

He saw blood again?

Yun Yihe looked down at the bloodstains on his hands, momentarily unable to react.

He reached out and extended his hand forward.

My fingertips touched something hard and cold; upon closer inspection, it was transparent and real.

It's like an invisible wall.

He felt his way along the wall and found that it was positioned right between him and Mo Sangyu, protecting her from behind.

Mo Sangyu turned back.

In my line of sight, Yun Yihe stood in front of that transparent wall, two lines of blood streaming from his nose, looking strangely comical.

She looked at him with a half-smile, as if she were looking at a fool.

"Is this the first time you've had a nosebleed from being hit by a car?"

"..."

Yun Yihe stared at her with a dark expression and a sinister look in his eyes.

The next instant, he took a step back, his spiritual energy surged, and he slammed his palm against the transparent wall.

boom!

The deafening roar caused the invisible wall to shatter.

Countless tiny fragments scattered and flew, leaving fine cuts on his face, which then quickly healed.

The fragments fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yun Yihe glanced down.

What a load of rubbish, it's nothing special.

Mo Sangyu was also taken aback.

It broke already?

The bulletproof glass she conjured was made of the world's hardest material, so tough that even cannons might not be able to shatter it.

He just slapped it like that... and shattered it?

Mo Sangyu looked at the fragments on the ground, then at Yun Yihe, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes.

This man's strength is probably even more terrifying than she predicted.

Yun Yihe finally saw an interesting expression on her face, and she reverted to her previous carefree and arrogant demeanor.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from under his nose, licked the corner of his lips with his tongue, and smiled with an air of wickedness.

"What other skills do you have?"

He leaned slightly forward, looking at Mo Sangyu through the pile of shards, his blood-red eyes filled with provocation and anticipation: "Go ahead and use it, I'll take it."

That arrogant expression is just asking for a beating.

Mo Sangyu narrowed his eyes, flipped his wrist, and a small spray bottle appeared in his palm.

"Try this."

She pressed the nozzle, and a colorless and odorless mist sprayed onto Yun Yihe's face.

Yun Yihe didn't dodge; instead, he leaned forward and took a deep breath.

"What the hell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes began to glaze over, and his body swayed slightly.

effective?

The next moment, Yun Yihe's gaze refocused, the unfocused look lasting less than a breath.

He blinked, his expression clear as ever: "That's it?"

Mo Sangyu didn't say anything and changed to another bottle.

Anesthetic.

The potent version can paralyze an elephant.

The spray hit his face again.

Yun Yihe still didn't dodge, and even waited with great interest to see the effect.