His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu swung his sword to slash, cutting off some parts, but more had already climbed up his calves.

He felt a sharp pain.

It wasn't a sharp pain, but a dense, tingling pain, like being gnawed by countless ants.

The robes began to rot.

He gritted his teeth and took out something that could breathe fire.

These were all novel gadgets that Ayu had prepared in advance. He had studied them all before entering the Black Swamp, so he knew how to use them.

The moment the flames lit up, the ghostly thing shrank back, but soon it surged up again.

They are not afraid of fire, or rather, there are too many of them to burn them all.

As Feng Xingyu watched those increasingly approaching perverted things, a feeling of despair arose in his heart for the first time.

But he hadn't found the entrance to Cloud City yet, and he hadn't found Ayu. He couldn't die here!

He ran forward with all his might, but those things were everywhere, surging in from all directions, trying to completely engulf him.

The intense pain in my leg was the flesh being eroded by the bacteria.

Just then, a tremendous force struck from behind.

It felt like he'd been slapped, but not quite hit; the residual force sent him stumbling forward.

He lost his footing and fell into a bottomless pit.

Feng Xingyu was thrown around so hard he was completely disoriented; anyone else would probably have died eight hundred times over.

But he still clung to his last breath, refusing to faint.

In such a place, fainting is tantamount to death.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily. Only after the intense dizziness subsided did he slowly prop himself up and sit against the cave wall.

It was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

He fumbled on his person and took out another novel item. When he opened it, it immediately illuminated a small area around him.

He checked the injury first.

My calf was covered in blood and flesh, but fortunately it was only a superficial injury and the bone was not damaged.

He took out some medicine, gritted his teeth and sprinkled it on the wound, then tore off a relatively clean piece of his clothing and used it to bandage the wound.

He took a few more healing pills and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing for a while.

Once his breathing had calmed down, he began to look around.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this place was actually a hidden paradise.

This is not an ordinary cave.

The surrounding rock walls are smooth and flat, with ancient patterns carved on them. The ground is paved with bluestone bricks, some of which are broken, but traces of human carving can still be seen.

It's like an underground palace.

Feng Xingyu stood up, leaned against the rock wall, and slowly walked forward.

With this light in his hand, which can illuminate a great distance, he can see the road ahead very clearly.

They hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard a sound coming from ahead.

boom! boom! boom!

It sounded like someone was hitting something hard.

It was accompanied by low growls and curses.

Feng Xingyu gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

He moved slowly and quietly.

After rounding a bend, a stone gate appeared faintly ahead.

In front of the stone gate, a man was smashing the gate like a madman, hacking and slashing with knives and axes, sparks flying everywhere.

However, the stone gate remained completely unmoved.

Feng Xingyu looked at the man's back and vaguely felt that he was somewhat familiar.

He shone the light from his hand over the man, and the man's movements suddenly stopped. Then, he slowly turned his head.

Their eyes met, and they suddenly spoke at the same time: "It's you?"

……

the other side.

Mo Sangyu secretly observed those invisible people for a day.

Their auras were so stable that it was almost impossible to detect any energy fluctuations on their bodies.

If it weren't for the ability to lock onto their souls and thus pinpoint their location, these people would be truly difficult to deal with.

To figure out their hidden energy fluctuations, we must take the initiative.

Mo Sangyu quickly came up with a solution.

afternoon.

A scream suddenly came from one of the courtyards.

Immediately afterwards, exclamations of surprise rang out from the west, south, and north.

"Why...why are you glowing?!"

"I have it too!"

"What is this thing?!"

"What's going on?!"

Those usually elusive, invisible people were all dumbfounded at this moment.

Wherever they went, they were accompanied by a faint glow.

Under the sunlight, it's alright, just a faint, dim glow, but once you step into the shadows, you become like a moving lantern, blindingly bright.

They tried to become invisible again, but found it was no use.

In an instant, chaos erupted throughout the entire Yun Clan.

Wherever they went, people would point at them and exclaim in surprise.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you all?"

"How did it become like this?"

Yun Chen was also alarmed.

He stood under the eaves, watching his men glow, his brows furrowed tightly.

"What happened?"

The invisible men looked at each other, none of them able to explain what was going on.

They really didn't know anything, and suddenly things turned out like this.

Yun was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up and gazed in the direction of the side courtyard.

There, Mo Sangyu was slowly walking out, holding a pastry in her hand, eating as she walked, looking very relaxed.

She paused slightly upon seeing the invisible, glowing figures, a perfectly timed look of surprise on her face: "Huh, what's going on with you all?"

Yun Chen stared at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He had witnessed this woman's methods firsthand.

In that battle on the Nine Provinces Continent, quite a few Blue-Eyed Clan members died at her hands. If it weren't for the Lord forbidding him from touching her, he would have wanted to avenge his Blue-Eyed brothers long ago.

This matter is definitely related to her.

This was also the first time Mo Sangyu had seen Yun Chen appear, and she glanced at him.

He was indeed clean-cut and handsome, with those blue eyes, making him an extremely good-looking young master. However, he always hid in the shadows, and his skin appeared sickly pale in the morning.

"Did you do this?" Yun Chen asked coldly.

Mo Sangyu blinked: "What did I do?"

"Did you put these things on them?"

"I?"

She shook her head sincerely: "I don't even know where they are, how am I supposed to do it?"

Yun Chen didn't believe it, but he had no proof.

He stared at Mo Sangyu for a long time, and finally could only leave angrily to find Yun Yihe to find a solution.

Mo Sangyu watched him leave, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She turned and went back to the side courtyard to continue eating her snacks.

Actually, this thing is easy to clean, so she has to hurry.

The Yun Clan was very lively for the next two days.

Those invisible people are the center of attention wherever they go. They tried all sorts of methods, washing with water and cleansing with spiritual energy, but nothing worked.

Yun Chen was furious and spent every day trying out various cleaning methods with them.

Mo Sangyu sat on the veranda not far away, drinking tea and watching them fuss over their antics.

On the surface, she appeared to be watching the spectacle, but in reality, her mind was racing.

Those invisible people cannot remain invisible; they can only be exposed to sunlight.

They were anxious and agitated, constantly trying to activate their powers to regain their invisibility.

Each activation will release different energy fluctuations.

In their view, their invisibility technique had failed.

But actually, no.

It was just that Mo Sangyu used an invisible powder to make them "visible," but it did not affect the normal operation of their superpowers in the slightest.

Every time they activated their superpowers, they were actually successful.

Even after success, it was still exposed by that invisible layer of powder.

So for the past two days, they have been repeatedly displaying their special abilities in front of Mo Sangyu.

Each instance of invisibility represents a complete energy flow trajectory.

Mo Sangyu silently recorded the frequency of those energy fluctuations, figured out the patterns, and then analyzed and dissected them.

By the end of the day, her mind was filled with data about invisibility techniques.

Back in her room that night, she tried to replicate the creations of nature.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he condensed a wisp of spiritual energy between his fingers, trying to simulate the fluctuation frequency recorded during the day.

But obviously, it's not that easy.

She wasn't in a hurry.

If she could learn something they've been refining for thousands of years in a single day, that would be truly unbelievable.

The next day, she sat on that porch again, continuing to watch them make a fuss.

Those invisible people have given up on cleansing and are using various methods to conceal the light emanating from their bodies.

Some wrapped themselves up tightly, some hid in the shadows and dared not come out, and some simply gave up and walked around with their glittering clothes on, which became a unique sight among the cloud tribe.

Mo Sangyu continued taking notes while drinking tea.

She discovered that the frequency of energy fluctuations varied slightly when different people used invisibility, but the core principle remained the same.

Like a musical score, everyone sings it in different pitches, but the melody remains the same.

She tried a different approach.

In the evening, I went back inside and tried again.

Spiritual energy flowed between his fingers, simulating that core frequency.

Once, twice, three times...

On the tenth time, starting from her feet, she slowly began to disappear until she was completely gone.

It was dawn the next day.

Yun Chen finally found a solution.

After two days of turmoil, the invisible figures finally returned to normal and disappeared back into the shadows, and the Cloud Clan resumed its former order.

Yun Chen breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go to rest when he suddenly remembered something.

Where is that woman?

It seems like they've disappeared since yesterday evening.

His heart tightened, and he immediately sent someone to look for it.

As a result, they searched the entire vicinity but couldn't find it.

Oh no.

Could that woman have run away?

Yun Chen ordered the search area to be expanded, and then hurriedly went to the main hall to report the matter to Yun Yihe.

Yun Yihe had been busy dealing with matters in the city these past few days, and he was also somewhat embarrassed by his inexplicable kneeling before Mo Sangyu a couple of days ago, so he let her do as she pleased.

result……

"It's gone?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yihe was first taken aback, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes: "What do you mean by 'disappeared'?"

Thinking that the woman's methods were indeed strange, before Yun Chen could answer, he stood up and was about to chase after her, but he stopped abruptly after taking just one step.

wrong.

She's still in the clan!

Yun Yihe closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

The back mountain.

The site where the Qingtong clan crafts puppets.

Mo Sangyu sat on a large rock, propping her head up with one hand, her eyes fixed on the puppets, observing them silently.

The Qing Tong clansmen were manipulating the puppets, their fingers flying across the strings, invisible threads connecting the puppets' limbs and bones.

The puppets moved stiffly but possessed immense strength; a single punch to the ground created a large crater.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind.

Mo Sangyu was startled.

She turned around abruptly and found that Yun Yihe had appeared behind her at some point, looking down at her.

Those blood-red eyes held a hint of amusement and a touch of inquiry.

Mo Sangyu was slightly startled.

She was completely unaware of his approach.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Mo Sangyu's expression remained unchanged. He casually withdrew his gaze and continued looking at the puppets on the field, saying lazily, "I'm learning from them."

"Stealing techniques?"

Yun Yihe looked at her, his eyes filled with suspicion. He tentatively asked, "You want to learn puppetry?"

"I'm just browsing."

Mo Sangyu didn't really think much of this puppetry technique.

Creating a powerful puppet is too troublesome.

It would be better to refine walking corpses.

They are all unorthodox methods, and their power is roughly the same.

She's not interested in this.

"oh."

Yun Yihe sat down next to her, his gaze still fixed on her, the suspicion in his eyes not having dissipated much.

He then asked, "Why did you suddenly disappear?"

"Is there?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu turned to look at him and chuckled, "Perhaps I can become invisible too."

"Oh."

Hearing her say that, the doubt in Yun Yihe's eyes disappeared.

How could someone with blue eyes learn invisibility so easily?

He doesn't know how!

However, this woman is quite resourceful; it's possible that she managed to evade the clan's surveillance and escape here.

"Your Excellency!"

At this moment, a man with purple eyes hurried over, wanting to report something, but after glancing at Mo Sangyu beside him, he shut his mouth again.

Yun Yihe glanced at her, then stood up and walked to the side before asking, "What is it?"

The man with purple eyes said, "The Rong Clan has arrived."

"Oh?"

Did she finally panic when she learned he was going to marry another woman?

Yun Yihe's expression flickered slightly, his face revealing neither joy nor displeasure.

However, Mo Sangyu caught a hint of mockery and smugness at the corner of his lips.

"Take the person to the front hall first. I'll go there once I'm done with my work."

"Yes."

After the purple-eyed man left, Yun Yihe walked back to Mo Sangyu's side and pulled her up from the boulder: "Come on, accompany me to see the Rong Clan."

Mo Sangyu: "...Why should I go?"

She unceremoniously shook off his hand.

"Trying to use me to provoke others? Yun Yihe, I advise you not to do that, otherwise..."

"Just consider it a favor."

Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her wrist again and forcibly took her away.

lobby.

Two people were standing in the hall.

The leader was a young woman in a crimson dress with a slightly open neckline, revealing a section of her snow-white neck.

The skirt is fitted at the waist, outlining a shapely figure, and the slit in the hem allows glimpses of long, slender legs as the wearer walks.

She was extremely beautiful.

It's the kind of beauty that you can't take your eyes off at first glance.

Her eyebrows were slightly upturned, exuding a natural charm; her lips were naturally red; her skin was like solidified cream, appearing even more radiant and jade-like against the backdrop of her red dress.

She just stood there, exuding an indescribable charm.

Beside her stood a maid in green, head bowed, her demeanor all the more striking and flamboyant she appeared.

When Mo Sangyu was dragged into the front hall by Yun Yihe, she immediately saw that woman.

Black eyes.

The eldest daughter of the Rong family.

Rong Feiyan.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her gaze sweeping lightly over Yun Yihe before landing on Mo Sangyu beside him.

A cryptic glint flashed in those dark eyes.

"Yan'er greets Brother Yihe."

For some reason, Mo Sangyu felt a strange sense of goodwill towards Rong Feiyan the moment she saw her.

It's probably because she's so beautiful that she's pleasing to the eye.

Pity.

That "Brother Yihe" instantly killed any goodwill she had towards him.

Yun Yihe also frowned.

"I didn't expect Miss Rong to come in person. What a rare guest! But please don't call me that, or my fiancée will get angry."