His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

As a result, he didn't even sway this time.

Mo Sangyu was replaced again.

Taking advantage of his naivety and willingness to cooperate, she began to conduct experiments on him relentlessly.

I refuse to believe that we can't find a way to kill him.

This time, we'll just use poison.

The kind that kills instantly upon contact with blood.

Seeing that he still didn't react, Mo Sangyu simply mixed things up, spraying him with anesthesia, hallucinogens, and various deadly poisons... all at once.

Yun Yihe stood in the mist, letting the medicine cover his entire body.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if he were enjoying something delicious.

Three breaths later, he opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, his complexion was normal, and he showed no discomfort whatsoever.

"Anything else?" he asked, his tone so sincere that it sounded like he was genuinely seeking advice.

Mo Sangyu fell silent.

She looked at the empty bottles in her hand, then at the unharmed man in front of her... It was pointless.

This thing is truly unkillable.

His metabolism and repair speed is so fast that it doesn't even take time for the medication to take effect...

It wasted both her spiritual power and the medicine.

Looking at her expression, Yun Yihe laughed even more unrestrainedly.

He reached out, picked up a shard of glass from the ground, and made a cut in his palm.

The wound appears, bleeds, and then heals instantly.

He drew another line.

Healing.

Draw another line.

Healing.

"You saw it?" He looked at her, his blood-red eyes filled with smugness. "Those things of yours are useless against me."

Mo Sangyu stared at his hand for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yun Yihe was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"Does it hurt?" Mo Sangyu repeated, "Did it hurt when you were being cut?"

This time, Yun Yihe was silent for a moment: "...It hurts."

Mo Sangyu nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

How stupid.

However, she still felt there must be a way to kill him.

Otherwise, how could he be the only direct descendant of the Yun clan left?

After a long while, she looked up at Yun Yihe, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "Alright, I understand."

Yun Yihe felt inexplicably uneasy at her laughter.

"What do you know?"

Mo Sangyu did not answer, and turned to continue walking into the hall.

Behind her, Yun Yihe stared at her back, his brows furrowing slightly.

You really want to kill him?

……

Mo Sangyu was assigned to a side courtyard of the main hall.

The courtyard is not large, but it is exquisite and quiet.

An unidentified flowering tree grows in the courtyard, its petals snow-white, faintly exuding fragrance amidst the mist.

The room was simply furnished, yet fully equipped, with fresh snacks and fruits on the table.

Yun Yihe did not restrict her freedom, nor were there any guards stationed at the entrance.

Mo Sangyu stood in the courtyard and looked around.

The clouds and mist obscured her vision, but she knew that the entire Cloud City was under that man's control.

Here, no one's every move can escape his eyes.

into the night.

Mo Sangyu set up a barrier at the entrance.

She knew this thing wouldn't stop Yun Yihe, but if he came in, the moment the barrier was touched would be enough to wake her up, serving as a warning.

As things stand, Yun Yihe won't touch her yet.

It's hard to say what will happen after that.

She must find his weakness as soon as possible.

Otherwise, even if Feng Xingyu finds the entrance to Cloud City, with their current strength, let alone dealing with the entire Cloud Clan, they would have almost no chance of winning against Yun Yihe alone.

Mo Sangyu slept very well that night.

Yun Yihe did not appear.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the room.

Mo Sangyu opened her eyes and sat by the bed for a moment.

I wonder how Feng Xingyu is doing now.

He must have already entered the Black Swamp.

Luckily, I had conjured up the necessary items beforehand that day...

All she can do now is try her best not to get hurt.

A soft knock came from outside the door.

"Miss, I've brought breakfast."

She was one of the two maids from yesterday.

Mo Sangyu got up and opened the door. The maid came in carrying a tray and deftly placed several plates of exquisite pastries and side dishes on the table. She also poured a cup of hot tea and respectfully stepped aside.

Mo Sangyu glanced at her, said nothing, and sat down to eat.

After finishing her meal, she walked out of the courtyard gate.

No one stopped her.

She strolled along the cobblestone path, passing through corridors and around artificial hills, looking around as she went.

No one was following behind him.

But there were quite a few eyes secretly watching her.

Those gazes were hidden in the shadows, barely perceptible to the naked eye.

Mo Sangyu's soul consciousness spread out and could clearly capture those invisible figures, which were the blue-eyed invisible people from Yun Chen's branch.

They lurked in the shadows, watching her every move.

Mo Sangyu remained calm and continued walking forward.

She is looking for it.

Look for any places she hasn't discovered yet.

She walked around the main hall almost all morning but found nothing unusual.

Those places were either ordinary courtyards, places where members of the collateral branches of the clan practiced cultivation, or places where servants worked.

Everything is perfectly normal.

The only strange thing was that she discovered that there were other red-eyed people living in a branch of the family.

And quite a lot.

However, the color of those red eyes was relatively light, far less stunning than Feng Xingyu's.

Her dark red eyes, like molten jade or amber bathed in light, were clear, beautiful, and gentle, so captivating that one couldn't look away.

It wasn't as strikingly red as Yun Yihe's.

It was as vivid as blood, carrying a chilling and oppressive aura, intense and terrifying.

Are these people the last branch?

Could it be that they... are all unkillable?

Mo Sangyu felt completely numb.

wrong.

She seems to have overlooked something.

Yesterday, Yun Yihe went to the Nine Provinces Continent alone, which means that in addition to possessing the resurrection technique, he also knows the purple-eyed woman's teleportation and spatial techniques.

As for other special abilities, whether he possesses them or not remains to be seen.

As noon approached, Mo Sangyu turned and went back to the side courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a person sitting at the stone table in the courtyard.

Yun Yihe.

He wore a black brocade robe today, which made his red eyes look even more...inhuman.

He was leaning lazily against the stone table, his fingers tapping the surface casually.

When he saw Mo Sangyu enter, he looked up and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

"You're back?"

Mo Sangyu ignored him and went straight into the house.

Yun Yihe wasn't annoyed. He got up and followed her inside, sitting down opposite her.

Lunch was already laid out on the table, much more lavish than breakfast, with seven or eight hot dishes and a steaming bowl of soup.

Mo Sangyu sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat by herself.

Yun Yihe sat opposite her, watching her eat.

"Are you settling in well?"

Mo Sangyu picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, but still ignored him.

Yun Yihe didn't mind and continued, "If you need anything, just tell the servants."

A slightly malicious smile still lingered on his lips.

Mo Sangyu remained silent, but he kept staring at her, his gaze gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.

I really wanted to tear off that calm expression from her face.

After a while, Yun Yihe spoke again: "Are you sure he can really find this place?"

"he?"

Finally, Mo Sangyu paused slightly with her chopsticks, raised her eyes to look at him: "Who?"

Her tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Yun Yihe knew that she was doing it on purpose.

A flash of malice crossed his eyes, and he sneered, "You woman, vicious, treacherous, cunning, full of bad intentions, trying to trick me into revealing anything? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"You noticed that."

Mo Sangyu did not refute.

She continued eating until she was full, then put down her chopsticks and looked at him again: "May I ask, what is your relationship with Feng Xingyu?"

"Oh."

Yun Yihe leaned back lazily in his chair: "Since trying to get information out of me didn't work, I'll just ask directly. Want to know? Beg me."

"Say it or don't, it's up to you."

Seeing Mo Sangyu stand up to leave, Yun Yihe immediately added, "He's just a bastard from a lower world, how could he possibly have anything to do with me? Don't ask such stupid questions in the future."

"Bastard?"

Mo Sangyu wanted to slap him again.

"You're a legitimate descendant, you're noble, yet you still fear others, repeatedly going to that inferior world to kill them. You look down on them, yet you're afraid of them. You really are..."

Before he finished speaking, a violent and ferocious aura suddenly exploded.

Yun Yihe slammed his hand on the table, causing the bowls and plates to rattle and splash soup everywhere.

Red mist surged around him, and his blood-red eyes were almost black, exuding a raging killing intent.

"Would I be wary of him?"

He abruptly stood up, his imposing aura causing the air in the room to tremble: "Just a bastard with impure blood, does he even deserve my fear?"

Mo Sangyu stood rooted to the spot, motionless, only glancing at him indifferently: "You're not worthy. Why are you so agitated?"

Yun Yihe let out a low, hoarse groan, his knuckles clenching so tightly they turned white.

He stared intently at Mo Sangyu, his eyes surging with murderous intent, but he didn't actually make a move.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Let's wait until he can actually step into Cloud City. When that happens, I will personally twist off his head and let you see with your own eyes who the real ant is."

They came full of enthusiasm, but left disappointed.

After leaving the front yard, Yun Yihe felt a lump in his throat, unable to swallow it down.

Why is he keeping this woman around?

"Your Excellency."

At this moment, Yun Yao, the woman with purple eyes, walked towards him.

Yun Yao's branch was essentially the information department of the Yun clan.

Besides their spatial and teleportation abilities, they also possess a pair of large wings, enabling them to soar through the skies and traverse the earth, traveling thousands of miles a day and flying at will. Their daily task is to deliver messages.

Yun Yao is the leader of this branch.

She noticed Yun Yihe's unpleasant expression, glanced at the side courtyard behind him, and spoke respectfully but with barely concealed mockery.

"They're so angry, why aren't you killing them?"

"What do you know? There are many interesting things about her that we haven't discovered yet. Go and spread the word that I've brought a woman back and I'm determined to marry her."

When this matter was mentioned, a chilling glint flashed in Yun Yihe's eyes.

This world is called the Azure Profound Realm.

Several hundred years ago, two great beings created the world here: one was Yun Zu, and the other was Rong Zu.

The two joined forces to create this world, independent of the Nine Provinces, and thus the Cangxuan Realm came into being.

Yunzu built Yunzhong City, and Rongzu built Rongjing City.

The two cities are thousands of miles apart, yet they share control of this world.

For hundreds of years, the Yun and Rong clans have intermarried to maintain the balance of this land.

The lord of the Yun clan will surely marry the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan.

Or perhaps, the eldest daughter of the Yun clan will inevitably marry the head of the Rong clan.

The bloodlines of the two races intertwined, and they jointly governed the Cangxuan Realm.

Other factions could only survive by depending on these two races.

But things changed in Yun Yihe's generation.

The Rong tribe is reluctant to marry their daughter to them.

The official reason given was that the legitimate daughter was still too young to be married, but Yun Yihe knew in his heart that this was just an excuse.

The real reason is that he, as the venerable master, did not inherit all the power.

Whenever Yun Yihe thought of this, he felt a surge of malevolence rushing to the top of his head.

Regardless of the circumstances, he is the legitimate direct descendant of the Yun Clan and the current lord.

Why not marry her off to us?

After waiting for so many years, he's done waiting now!

"understood."

Yun Yao nodded, turned to leave, then stopped and looked back at him: "Lord, what if the Rong Clan doesn't react to the news either?"

"No response?"

Yun Yihe's lips curled into a sinister smile.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the side courtyard: "Then I will really marry her."

Yun Yao followed his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "That young lady... I'm afraid she's not willing either."

Yun Yihe's face darkened.

"roll."

To be honest, that won't work either.

Yun Yao shrugged and said, "Fine, I'll leave then."

Mo Sangyu, who was in the courtyard, heard the entire conversation between the two.

Rong tribe?

Yun Yihe brought her back specifically to test the Rong clan's attitude.

Oh.

She's not so easy to manipulate.

In the afternoon, Mo Sangyu didn't go out again, and stayed in her room to study ways to deal with Yun Yihe.

She used her soul contract to sense Feng Xingyu's location, but there was still no response.

This indicates that this place is not in the same space as the Kyushu continent.

However, although I couldn't sense his location, I was certain that he was alive and well, and even if he was injured, his life was not in danger.

Mo Sangyu pondered for a long time, trying to figure out what method she could use to kill Yun Yihe.

The biggest problem is that he fixes things too quickly.

Dismembered into eight pieces?

Burn yourself with kerosene?

Or, should we strike him dead with lightning?

It seems like none of them will work.

The only way is to capture him, control him, and render him incapable of struggling.

Mo Sangyu had a terrible headache.

This is the first time I've encountered such a formidable enemy.

Otherwise, we could get him some biological weapons...

Thinking of biological weapons, Mo Sangyu felt that Yun Yihe's regenerative cells might be a mutation caused by some kind of infection.

It's a pity she wasn't interested in this kind of medical research before, otherwise I would have drawn a couple of vials of blood from her to do some research.

The next two days.

Yun Yihe was busy with something and didn't reappear, nor did he restrict Mo Sangyu's freedom.

After wandering around the Yun tribe for a while, Mo Sangyu left the mountain gate and headed into the city.

Yun Yihe seemed certain that she couldn't find her way out and couldn't leave this place, so he made no attempt to stop her.

In fact, it is true.

Mo Sangyu was still a little dazed after leaving the mountain gate.

If it weren't for her divine sense scanning the area extensively, she might have really gotten lost.

Within the city of clouds, mist often swirls, making it difficult to even see the road when descending the mountain.

Embarrassingly, she was also penniless.

So the first time she went down the mountain, she only wandered around and didn't even have a meal before returning to the Yun tribe.

However, it wasn't entirely without gains.

At least, I still managed to gather a lot of useful information.

For example, we finally know the most basic information, such as what this world is called, what forces exist, and which cities exist.

Most importantly, she finally learned about the relationship between Feng Xingyu and Yun Yihe...