His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

All the composure and calmness on Rong Feiyan's face vanished, and her hand holding the teacup trembled violently.

This time, it wasn't out of fear, but out of anger.

That maid was the person she trusted most.

We grew up together, I've been with her for over a decade, and I've done countless shady things for her.

In terms of loyalty and ability, no one in the Rong clan can compare.

And now, he's dead!

He died silently, and was even hung on her courtyard gate, like prey to be disposed of at will.

Rong Feiyan stared at the still-bleeding corpse, her eyes gradually reddening.

It's the kind of red that comes from extreme anger.

She slowly put down her teacup, stood up, and walked into the courtyard.

The night breeze lifted her skirt and ruffled the stray hairs at her temples, but she was completely unaware.

Standing in front of the corpse, she looked up at that familiar face.

The maid's eyes were still open, her face filled with shock and resentment as she died.

Rong Feiyan reached out and gently closed her eyes.

"Don't worry."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"I'll have her go down and keep you company."

She turned around and looked in the direction where Mo Sangyu had disappeared, a strong killing intent slowly spreading in her eyes.

Main hall.

Yun Chen reported everything he saw truthfully.

Yun Yihe showed no surprise upon hearing this.

Back then, she crushed his heart with her bare hands; how ruthless she was! He dared to provoke her; he truly deserved to die.

"Your Excellency."

Yun Chen thought for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "What do you intend to do with that woman? Are you just going to let her kill people like this?"

He always felt that leaving that woman here was a potential problem and that she should be dealt with as soon as possible.

"kill?"

Yun Yihe glanced at him, the smile fading from his lips: "Isn't this a counterattack?"

The implication is that if others didn't kill her, why would she kill someone?

"Even if Rong Feiyan is killed by her tonight, that's her skill. If you're not capable, don't provoke her."

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Go down and keep a close eye on her."

Yun Chen frowned deeply.

Did that woman drug you, Lord?

He turned and took a few steps, then turned back and asked, "Master, what if Miss Rong goes and provokes her again? Are we really not going to do anything about it? How can we explain to the Rong clan if someone dies here?"

"Whoever killed him, is responsible."

Yun Yihe spoke casually, seemingly not caring much, but the meaning behind his words was all too clear.

If Rong Feiyan really dies at Mo Sangyu's hands, he will hand Mo Sangyu over without hesitation to give the Rong clan an explanation.

Yun Chen was completely confused, feeling increasingly unable to understand his master's thoughts.

His previous words clearly showed that he was biased and indulgent towards that woman from the Nine Provinces Continent, but then he said this to him.

Despite being at the heart of the conflict, they deliberately adopted an indifferent attitude, letting the two sides play their game.

Whose side is he on?

Yun Chen couldn't understand it.

He glanced at Yun Yihe again, and seeing that he had already closed his eyes and looked like he didn't want to say anything more, he had no choice but to bow and retreat.

After he walked away, Yun Yihe opened his eyes again. A complex emotion, which he himself could not explain, flashed across his blood-red pupils, but it was quickly covered by a layer of coldness and gloom.

After Yun Chen stepped down, in order to maintain the relationship between the Yun Clan and the Rong Clan, he immediately ordered that people be sent to keep a close watch on Mo Sangyu while secretly keeping an eye on Rong Feiyan's every move, so that the two would not be allowed to have a direct conflict again.

However, several days passed, and both sides remained unusually calm, without the slightest disturbance.

Rong Feiyan probably realized that Mo Sangyu was not as easy to deal with as she had imagined.

After the maid's tragic death, she did not act impulsively again.

He neither went to Yun Yihe to complain and question him, nor did he seek revenge on Mo Sangyu, and he never showed any anger in front of anyone.

She quietly ordered her men to send the maid's body back to the Rong clan for a proper burial, and then made no further moves or offered to leave, falling into an eerie silence.

Mo Sangyu didn't care at all.

As long as you don't provoke her, she won't cause you any trouble.

Given the current situation, if we were to offend the Rong clan, there's no telling what the consequences would be.

Besides, it was all for a man she didn't care about at all...

Therefore, whatever tricks Rong Feiyan wants to play, or what big move she's brewing, let her do as she pleases. As long as she hasn't tried anything on him yet, he can ignore it for the time being.

After meals these past few days, she would casually wander around the back mountain, the front hall, and the side courtyard, using her soul sense to perceive the supernatural energy fluctuations of the various branch clansmen.

When she got back to her room that evening, she began to study it.

I've already mastered the art of invisibility.

Puppetry was too troublesome; she wasn't interested.

The Golden Body Technique is quite interesting. It instantly surges energy to its maximum, forming a protective layer on the body's surface that grants a short period of invincibility. It is a terrifying technique when fighting against powerful opponents.

She tried to replicate it a few times, but without much success. However, she did get the hang of it.

However, none of these are the most important.

Most importantly, it's what's trapping Yun Yihe.

That guy is unkillable, and his fighting prowess is unfathomable. We can only trap him for now and then figure out a way to deal with him later.

But what could possibly trap a freak who possesses spatial magic, teleportation magic, and resurrection magic?

Mo Sangyu sat at the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface, lost in thought.

A cage? He can teleport out of it.

A formation? He has spatial magic; he can escape by tearing through space.

Poison? He metabolizes it too quickly; it doesn't even have time to take effect.

Mo Sangyu rubbed his temples, wondering what to do about this thing.

She knew that her time was running out.

The current "peaceful coexistence" between her and Yun Yihe will not last long. Once Feng Xingyu arrives, the situation will completely spiral out of control.

At that time, a fierce battle will be inevitable.

Mo Sangyu stared at the flickering candlelight, her mind racing.

In a sense, trying to trap Yun Yihe is a paradox.

What could possibly trap someone who can tear through space?

Suddenly, Mo Sangyu had a bold conjecture.

Yun Yihe's spatial technique involves tearing apart existing space to create a passage between two locations; in other words, he needs existing space as a medium.

If he were trapped in a completely isolated space, a space that doesn't belong to this world, could he still tear it open?

For example, her own space.

Mo Sangyu's creation of heaven and earth can conjure up a completely enclosed, isolated, and seamless independent space.

To draw a circle on the ground and imprison oneself.

It seems feasible.

But then another question arises: how much spiritual power does it take to conjure up a space?

She can conjure objects, weapons, anything, and all of that is within a controllable range.

It can conjure up a space, which is a completely different concept.

The crucial point is that she only has 70% of her spiritual power available...

However, before Mo Sangyu could come up with a perfect solution, the situation had already become unbearable.

The following afternoon.

Inside the main hall.

Yun Yihe leaned back on the soft couch, holding an ancient book in his hand, looking languid.

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

Yun Yao walked hurriedly, followed by a man with blue eyes, who was Yun Feng, the leader of the Puppet Clan.

The two men looked solemn and knelt down on one knee after entering the hall.

"Your Excellency."

Yun Yihe didn't look up, still flipping through the ancient book in his hand, and lazily hummed in agreement.

Yun Yao raised her head and took a deep breath: "My lord, I have important matters to report."

Yun Yihe then raised his eyes and looked at her calmly: "Speak."

Yun Yao said, "Yun Xian'er... might be back."

The action of turning the pages paused slightly.

Yun Xian'er.

The previous leader of the Purple-Eyed Clan. Everyone thought she was dead, but only a very few knew that she was not dead, but was imprisoned in the forbidden area of ​​the Black Swamp.

Surprisingly, she managed to escape?

Yun Yihe put down his book, a cryptic glint in his bloodshot eyes: "Are you sure?"

Yun Yao nodded: "My men found her aura near the entrance to the Black Swamp. Although it was very faint, it was definitely Yun Xian'er's."

Yun Yihe's eyes turned sinister, and he remained silent.

"There's one more thing."

At this moment, Yun Feng spoke up. His burly appearance was tinged with fear and guilt: "Yun Jin has also returned. I suspect that he brought Yun Xian'er back from the forbidden area."

Yun Jin is the second son of the Qing Tong clan, while Yun Feng is his older brother.

"He doesn't have that ability."

Yun Yihe considered a possibility, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared in his blood-red eyes: "More than half a month ago, that bastard also entered the Black Swamp. I thought he would die in the Black Swamp, but now it seems..."

"Does Your Excellency mean that he was the one who brought Yun Xian'er out of the forbidden area?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yao exchanged a glance with Yun Feng, both of them looking somewhat incredulous.

Even Yun Jin couldn't do that, so does he have that much ability?

Yun Yihe did not answer.

But the look in his eyes said it all.

Yunfeng said in a deep voice, "Lord, Yun Xian'er had a dispute with you back then. Now that she's back, if she really runs into that bastard, what if...?"

"What if what?" Yun Yihe interrupted him, his smile deepening, "What if they join forces to deal with me?"

Yunfeng lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Yun Yihe turned around and looked out the window at the misty sky.

"He really came to his death willingly; I've been waiting for this for a long time."

His voice was soft, yet carried a chilling excitement: "Pass down the order to find him as soon as possible. I want to personally twist off his head and give it to... Little Fish as a wedding gift."

Seeing his mad appearance, Yun Yao couldn't help but shudder.

If you like someone and want to marry them, just pursue them normally. Why resort to such perverse methods, killing their husband and then offering your head to them...?

This girl is really unlucky to have met their lord.

"My lord, Yun Jin must have acted foolishly for a moment. Could you spare his life?" Yun Feng boldly pleaded for his brother's life.

"I only want Feng Xingyu's life. As for them... we'll deal with them after we capture them."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

The two left together and quickly began their operation.

Yun Yihe went to the side courtyard to find Mo Sangyu.

He wanted to see if Xiaoyuer could discover that Feng Xingyu had found this place immediately.

It would be best if he didn't discover it, so that when he twists off Feng Xingyu's head, he can give her a surprise.

pity.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

As soon as Feng Xingyu entered Cangxuan territory, Mo Sangyu's soul contract immediately sensed his aura and even detected his approximate location.

However, he seemed to be seriously injured.

Mo Sangyu's heart sank slightly.

If this situation is discovered, it will be very disadvantageous for him.

Yun Yihe would definitely not give him a chance to catch his breath.

Mo Sangyu did not hesitate at all.

The moment she sensed Feng Xingyu's location, she lifted her leg and walked out.

No need to overthink it, no need to weigh the pros and cons.

Where he is, she has to go.

She walked quickly, her skirt billowing in the wind, through the corridors, around the front hall, and all the way to the mountain gate.

Just as she was about to step out of the mountain gate, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of her.

It is Yun Yihe.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his blood-red eyes fixed on her: "In such a hurry, where are you going?"

Mo Sangyu paused in his steps.

Yu Guangzhong saw a crimson figure flash past from the side, hurriedly leaving the mountain gate and disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds without looking back.

Rong Feiyan?

There's been no news for so many days, why did he suddenly leave?

Mo Sangyu's eyes flashed with doubt as she looked at Yun Yihe: "Your fiancée has left, aren't you going to go after her?"

Yun Yihe chuckled softly.

"Isn't my fiancée right here?"

He stepped forward, blocking her path, and looked down at her: "And you, Little Fish, where are you going?"

"..."

Mo Sangyu knew perfectly well that Feng Xingyu was coming, and perhaps he had already sent people to kill him.

She didn't have time to deal with him.

"Get out of the way."

Mo Sangyu reached out, trying to push him away.

Yun Yihe dodged to the side, then raised his hand and gently flicked it.

boom!

The mountain gate suddenly closed.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible ripple spread out from the doorway, instantly enveloping the entire Cloud Clan.

Mo Sangyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

She could sense that it was an extremely powerful restriction that sealed off the entire Cloud City completely.

No one can get out.

Yun Yihe withdrew his hand, looked at her, and smiled even more deeply.

"Don't rush, let's have a chat."

Mo Sangyu remained silent.

Her spiritual consciousness immediately spread out, sweeping across the entire Yun Clan.

Half of the clan members are gone; they've all gone to find Feng Xingyu?

Mo Sangyu's heart sank.

Feng Xingyu was seriously injured, how could he possibly deal with so many people?

Don't talk about martial arts!

She looked up at Yun Yihe, whose blood-red eyes were filled with a frenzied determination to win.

"You want to go find him?" Yun Yihe said in a gloomy voice, "Kill me first."

The day has finally come.

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu smiled very lightly and faintly, but her shimmering eyes held a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"bring it on."

Yun Yihe took a step back, and the crimson spiritual mist around him began to surge: "Let me see just how capable you really are."

Mo Sangyu didn't waste any more words and made a move directly.

Without any probing, the attack was a killing blow from the start.

A deep blue light burst forth from her palm, transforming into countless fine rays that enveloped Yun Yihe.

The light was as sharp as a blade, cutting tiny cracks in the air wherever it passed.

Yun Yihe flashed and instantly teleported three zhang away.

But as soon as he landed, the rays of light followed him relentlessly.

"Good tactic."

He chuckled softly, raised his hand, and a blood-red spiritual mist condensed into a barrier in front of him.

The dark blue and blood red collided, producing a deafening roar.

The air surged, the bluestone bricks underfoot shattered, and the surrounding pillars collapsed with a roar.

The entire plaza in front of the mountain gate was instantly razed to the ground.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Mo Sangyu's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

"It's my turn to make a move, Little Fish, prepare to be attacked!"

Yun Yihe's blood-red pupils narrowed slightly, spiritual mist surged, and space around him twisted and folded.

Countless tiny blade shadows appeared out of thin air and slashed wildly in all directions.

The invisible Mo Sangyu swayed slightly, his semi-transparent afterimage revealed by the spatial turbulence.

With a flick of her wrist, a long blade formed from spiritual energy shot out and slashed straight at Yun Yihe's neck.

The blades of wind tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Yun Yihe watched her disappearing figure, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

When did Little Fish learn the art of invisibility?