His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu didn't expect that, with just a little inquiry from the ordinary people in the city, everyone would know everything about this.

Of course, she wasn't inquiring about Feng Xingyu, but rather about Yun Wangshu.

Sure enough, almost everyone in Cloud City knew the name Yun Wangshu.

She was the legitimate daughter of the previous generation of the Yun clan, and Yun Yihe's aunt.

She was originally supposed to marry into the Rong tribe as part of a political alliance, but she disappeared more than 20 years ago and has not been found to this day.

In other words, Yun Yihe and Feng Xingyu are cousins.

His hostility towards Feng Xingyu was so great simply because Feng Xingyu was not of Yun clan blood, but possessed the Yun clan's direct descendant red eyes.

Simple jealousy?

I'm afraid it's more than that.

The exact cause still needs further investigation.

As Mo Sangyu approached the mountain gate, she discovered that Yun Yihe, whom she hadn't seen for two days, was leaning against a pillar in front of the gate, seemingly waiting for her.

Seeing her return, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, so you finally decided to come back. What's the point of gathering all that information?"

"Then I have to do something."

She walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Right, cousin?"

Yun Yihe's expression froze.

Only after Mo Sangyu had walked a distance did he hear his angry voice coming from behind: "Who's your cousin?"

She stepped into the side courtyard, and Yun Yihe followed right behind her.

I've been out all day and I'm starving.

Upon entering the house, Mo Sangyu paused for a moment, then turned and went out again, as usual, since the meal hadn't been prepared in advance.

"Where are you going?"

Yun Yihe grabbed her hand with considerable force, making it difficult for her to break free.

Mo Sangyu turned her head to look at him and warned, "Take your claws away."

"No way." Yun Yihe raised an eyebrow, a defiant smile playing on his lips. "What can you do about it?"

His answer was a faint blue light.

Yun Yihe's pupils contracted, and he reacted extremely quickly, releasing his grip and retreating several steps.

With a ripping sound.

He glanced down at his arm; a large section of his sleeve had been torn off, and the fabric fluttered lightly to the ground.

If he had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, his hand would probably have been severed.

Yun Yihe raised his head, his eyes swirling with malice and anger: "Are you serious?"

Mo Sangyu withdrew her hand, the sharp blade formed from spiritual energy swirling between her fingers before dissipating.

She shrugged, her expression nonchalant: "What are you afraid of? It'll grow back anyway."

After saying that, she turned and continued walking out.

Yun Yihe stood there, staring at her back, feeling a sharp pain in his chest from anger.

He was far too lenient with her.

They were so lenient with her that she almost forgot what kind of situation she was in!

The sinister look in Yun Yihe's eyes grew stronger and stronger. He suddenly raised his hand and struck her from behind.

Mo Sangyu sensed the sudden danger behind her and instinctively dodged to the side.

But the palm strike came too fast and too suddenly. Although she dodged most of the force, her shoulder was still hit by the aftershock, and she felt a tingling sensation.

She steadied herself, her heart sinking.

I wonder if Feng Xingyu was affected by that palm strike.

She turned her head to look at Yun Yihe, and anger finally appeared in her eyes.

Yun Yihe met her gaze, a cold smile playing on his lips: "What, you're allowed to hurt me, but I'm not allowed to hurt you? Besides, someone else is taking the hits for you, what are you afraid of?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly shuddered.

An invisible force pressed down on Mo Sangyu like a tidal wave.

It was a kind of oppression he had never felt before.

From the depths of the soul.

Yun Yihe's fingers trembled slightly involuntarily, and his legs felt as if they were being pressed down hard by something, causing his knees to buckle.

boom.

He knelt on the ground.

Yun Yihe was stunned.

He looked down at his legs, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He...knelt down?

He, the dignified Lord of the Cloud Clan, knelt down?

Mo Sangyu stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Her face was slightly pale.

Unexpectedly, just by using soul pressure on him, more than half of the spiritual power in his body was instantly depleted.

It's not advisable to take any further action.

Making him kneel down was a lesson he learned.

Mo Sangyu gave him a cold look, then turned and strode away.

Behind him, Yun Yihe was still kneeling on the spot, his face full of astonishment.

He only stood up hurriedly after Mo Sangyu's figure disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

He looked down at his hands, which were still trembling slightly.

He touched his leg again to make sure he could move it.

Then he looked up at the direction she had left, his brows furrowed tightly.

What was that just now?

He actually felt that his soul was being suppressed!

It has nothing to do with that woman, right?

This is terrifying!

Mo Sangyu went to the kitchen to find something to eat, and after filling her stomach, she immediately returned to the front yard, set up a barrier, and prepared to rest.

Although using Soul Suppression had consumed most of her spiritual power, it had managed to intimidate Yun Yihe, making him hesitant to attack her again.

In the following days, Yun Yihe really didn't show up again.

Mo Sangyu comes and goes freely, and on the surface it seems that no one cares about her at all. In reality, she knows that her words and actions are being monitored.

However, she didn't care about the surveillance.

Even if you observe her every word and action, you might not be able to understand what she is doing.

In the past few days, she has been investigating Yun Wangshu's whereabouts while observing the special abilities of these collateral branches of the Yun clan.

The most remarkable thing about Mo Sangyu's ability to create things from nature is that she can replicate anything she has thoroughly researched, whether it be an object, a secret technique, or anything else.

For example, the previous defensive restrictions.

She figured out the underlying principles herself and then used them to create a replica.

Heaven and earth can transform things, and all things can be transformed.

These past few days, Mo Sangyu has been doing nothing all day.

Every day after meals, I go out, stroll around, stop and admire the scenery, and occasionally stand in one place for half a day, as if I'm daydreaming.

Nobody knows what she's looking at.

Those who were secretly monitoring her thought she was just bored and didn't think she was anything special. They wondered what the Lord saw in her.

But in reality, Mo Sangyu's soul consciousness never stopped.

She was observing the entire Cloud Clan.

Invisibility.

Puppetry.

Golden Body Technique.

There are also teleportation and spatial magic.

Each one has its own unique energy flow trajectory.

Teleportation and spatial magic are difficult to detect, and resurrection magic is even more complicated.

Mo Sangyu's first target was those people who were secretly watching her, often appearing and disappearing suddenly on the road like ghosts.

To figure out the principle behind their invisibility, we must first make them reveal a weakness, thereby exposing their energy.

Mo Sangyu quickly came up with a good idea after a moment's thought.

If feasible, before Feng Xingyu finds this place, we should first dismantle some of the forces of these collateral branches, so that we can focus on dealing with Yun Yihe alone.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Feng Xingyu had been walking in the Black Swamp for several days.

The area of ​​the Black Swamp was larger than he had imagined.

Unknown dangers are everywhere and impossible to guard against.

Despite his thorough preparations, he still suffered numerous injuries, both major and minor.

At this moment, Feng Xingyu stopped and leaned against a protruding rock to rest for a while.

The air inside the gas mask was relatively clean, but walking for a long time made his legs feel as heavy as lead.

He glanced down at his clothes.

The robe was torn in several places, some parts were scratched by sharp, dry branches, some were bitten through by unknown things, and there were also several spots stained with black blood.

I never imagined that so many terrifying things were hidden in this forbidden area.

Only the first day went relatively smoothly.

Apart from one near-fall into a swamp, they did not encounter any major dangers.

After nightfall, he rested on a relatively dry high ground, sprinkled insect repellent powder, took an antidote, and gave simple treatment to his arm, which had been burned by corrosive plants during the day, before lying down fully clothed.

I'm a light sleeper.

In his half-awake state, he could hear rustling sounds coming from afar, as if something was spying on him in the dark.

But they didn't get close.

Perhaps they were wary of the talismans on his body, or perhaps it was for some other reason.

The situation began to get tricky the next day.

In the morning, he encountered those moving vines again.

The vines were pitch black and lay dormant in the rotten soil. They were usually motionless, but as soon as someone passed by, they would suddenly spring up, entangle their prey, and drag them underground.

Feng Xingyu had already witnessed its power and was on guard, but he was still caught by a vine around his ankle and dragged down instantly.

He reacted extremely quickly, severing the vine with a single sword stroke, and leaped up, only to find that even more were surging in from all directions.

Densely packed, covering the sky and the earth.

He swung his sword and slashed at the same time, retreating rapidly for a full half-mile before shaking off those things.

Looking down, I saw a deep laceration on my ankle, the skin torn and bleeding profusely.

He quickly bandaged himself up and continued walking.

In the afternoon, he encountered poisonous miasma.

It was a grayish-white mist, mixed with the black fog, making it extremely difficult to distinguish.

By the time he realized something was wrong, he had already inhaled quite a bit.

Dizziness, nausea, blurred vision.

He staggered backward, took out the antidote and swallowed it, then put on a gas mask before slowly recovering.

The antidote that Ayu prepared saved his life once again.

As evening fell, before they could even catch their breath, they encountered danger once again.

They were a pack of rotten wolves.

Twice the size of a normal wolf, its fur was rotting, revealing its white bones, yet it moved with extraordinary agility.

They surrounded us from all directions, numbering about twenty or thirty.

Feng Xingyu killed all night.

At daybreak, he was covered in blood, sitting amidst a pile of rotting wolf carcasses, panting heavily.

He had seven or eight wounds on his body, the deepest of which was on his back, so deep that the bone was visible.

He gritted his teeth and treated the wound himself, applying wound medicine and bandaging it.

Then continue walking forward.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

Every day is a battle, every day is a wound, every day is a brush with death.

Feng Xingyu had lost count of how many monsters he had killed, and how many injuries he had sustained.

All he remembered was that with each step he took, he got one step closer to Ayu.

On the fifth night, he leaned against a boulder and struggled to change his dressing.

The wound was a little inflamed; he knew it was infected.

I took the anti-inflammatory medicine, sprinkled some powder on the wound, and re-bandaged it.

After doing all that, he was covered in cold sweat.

He leaned against the rock, closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with Mo Sangyu's face.

"Ayu..."

He murmured to himself, and suddenly he regained his strength.

Day .

The darkness ahead was still shrouded in an endless black fog.

Feng Xingyu trudged forward step by step on the slippery, decaying soil.

The sensation underfoot grew increasingly soft, each step feeling like stepping on the back of some living creature.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble.

Not the ground beneath his feet, but a place much farther away.

The tremors grew stronger and stronger as they approached, as if some enormous creature was moving in their direction.

Feng Xingyu paused, gripping his sword tightly.

Two eerie green lights appeared in the black mist.

The light was enormous, as large as two lanterns, suspended in mid-air, several meters above the ground.

Phoenix's eyes trembled.

He finally saw what it was.

A giant python.

No, it's not an ordinary giant python.

The thing was so thick that it would take more than a dozen people to encircle it, and its length was unimaginable. It loomed there like a moving hill.

Its entire body is jet black, and its scales gleam with a cold, eerie luster in the dim light.

Each scale is the size of a washbasin, layered upon layer, covering its enormous body.

It slightly raised its head, and its two eerie green eyes looked down at Feng Xingyu as if he were an ant.

Feng Xingyu did not move.

The giant python did not move.

The man and the python stared at each other through the black mist.

Three breaths later, the giant python moved.

It wasn't an attack, but rather a slow, gentle lowering of its head, bringing it closer.

The enormous head hung above Feng Xingyu's head, and a foul stench wafted over him, almost making him faint.

It opened its mouth, revealing a dense array of sharp teeth, each as long as an arm, extending into unseen depths.

Feng Xingyu stopped breathing.

I knew the Black Swamp was dangerous, but I didn't know it was this dangerous.

The creatures inside are simply beyond bizarre; there's no limit to how grotesque they can get.

Feng Xingyu comforted himself, thinking that it was a blessing in disguise that Ayu hadn't come with him on this trip.

He didn't run away.

Running is useless against something like this.

He took out the talisman that Mo Sangyu had left him.

Ayu once said that if you encounter something you can't handle, burn it to buy yourself some time to escape.

The giant python stared at the talisman in his hand, and as if sensing something, it retreated slightly.

Right now.

Phoenix wielded his true energy, and the talisman suddenly burst into flames, exploding with a golden light.

The giant python was forced to shrink back by the golden light, letting out a low hiss.

Feng Xingyu turned and ran.

He ran so fast that the rotten soil beneath his feet didn't even have time to react, and he stumbled and staggered, his steps uneven.

The giant python caught up from behind.

It was incredibly fast; despite its enormous size, it moved with lightning speed.

Wherever it passed, trees broke, rotten soil churned, and the entire ground trembled violently.

Feng Xingyu ran as fast as he could.

He didn't know how long he had been running, only that the sounds behind him were getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, his feet lost their footing.

It wasn't that I fell into a swamp, but that I stepped into a completely different place.

He looked back and saw that the giant python had stopped ten feet away.

It did not pursue further.

It simply remained there, its eerie green eyes fixed on him, but dared not take another step forward.

Feng Xingyu frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him.

Even giant pythons wouldn't dare enter this place?

He turned around and looked ahead.

The black fog thinned out, and the surrounding scenery could be vaguely seen.

The ground was littered with bones.

Human bones, animal bones, and some bones whose origins are completely unrecognizable.

Large and small, they covered the entire ground.

It was more than he had seen along the way.

Feng Xingyu gripped his sword tightly and slowly walked forward.

What you're stepping on isn't rotten soil, but hard rock.

The rocks were covered with a layer of grayish-white substance, like some kind of fungus, densely packed and spreading to the horizon.

He raised his head.

The surrounding deadwood was also covered with that grayish-white fungus.

They clung to the tree trunk layer by layer, some still slowly wriggling, like living things.

I don't know what it is, but it gives me goosebumps.

Just as he was about to back away, he suddenly saw a small animal crawling on a dead tree not far ahead.

The thing looked like a rat, but was a bit bigger. It was covered in gray dust and was clinging to a dead tree, gnawing on something.

Suddenly, the grayish-white fungi on the dead wood began to move.

They seemed to come alive, spreading instantly to the small beast.

Before the little animal could even utter a sound, it was completely covered by those fungi.

Feng Xingyu watched as the little beast's fur began to rot, its flesh began to dissolve, and gradually its bones were exposed.

In the blink of an eye, the little beast turned into a skeleton and rolled off the dead tree.

The bacteria shrank back, returning to their previous lifeless state.

I could hardly believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

Feng Xingyu took a deep breath and slowly backed away, wanting to leave this place.

However, that thing had clearly already discovered him.

They spread from the ground, hung down from the dead trees, and surrounded us from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, it spread to his feet and climbed up his boots!