His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

Mo Sangyu gave a slight smile: "You know, you absorbed all the damage, leaving only minor issues."

Even the smallest injury can't withstand being spread all over the body.

Feng Xingyu was so distressed that he couldn't speak, his eyes filled with heartache, wishing he could take all the pain away from her.

Mo Sangyu didn't want to waste time here.

She looked up at Feng Xingyu, her voice a little hoarse: "Take me to take a bath."

Feng Xingyu nodded and carefully picked her up, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile treasure.

The next instant, the two disappeared from the spot.

Yun Yihe knelt among the rubble, staring at the spot where the two had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

The surrounding members of the collateral branches of the clan, barely breathing, were overjoyed to see the two men finally leave. They collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Yun Chen struggled to sit up, his face showing a dazed expression of relief after surviving a disaster.

Yun Yao leaned against the broken stone pillar, most of her wings broken, and blood was still dripping down.

Yunqi's golden body had long been shattered, and there wasn't a single undamaged spot on his body.

Yunfeng's puppet was shattered into pieces, and he himself was left with only half a life.

The red-eyed tribe members were all suffering from damaged souls. Although they were not dead, most of them had empty eyes, which obviously affected their intelligence and made them somewhat mentally challenged.

Everyone was meditating, and no one spoke.

The atmosphere was eerily strange, as if a natural disaster had just occurred rather than a chase.

Yun Yihe sat there, looking at the mess on the ground and the seriously injured clansmen, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

In the beginning, it was clearly him who insisted on chasing after people to kill them.

But at this moment, what he was thinking was... the crisis was finally over.

He chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with self-mockery.

What is stolen is never truly yours.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the gloom in his eyes was still there, but there was a hint of relief in them.

That's it.

Losing to that madman Xiaoyuer isn't shameful.

On the other side, Feng Xingyu carried Mo Sangyu and landed beside a mountain spring.

The spring water is crystal clear, with wisps of white mist rising from it. It is surrounded by rugged rocks and unnamed wildflowers, and is as quiet as a paradise.

This is the place Yun Jin told him about, saying that soaking in it would help heal the wound.

At that time, he only wanted to see Ayu as soon as possible and didn't want to waste a moment. He had no interest in flirting with her.

This moment is just right.

He crouched down, reached out to test the water temperature, and then looked up at Mo Sangyu. He saw that she was covered in blood, her clothes were torn, but she was still smiling gently at him.

This made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

"What are you standing there for? Come here and help me take off my clothes."

Feng Xingyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he did not respond.

He reached out, his long, slender fingers trembling slightly, and slowly untied her torn sash, his movements as gentle as if afraid of breaking something.

The fabric peeled away, revealing the scars all over her body.

Although the wounds were not deep, and some had already scabbed over, they were all over the body, a shocking sight.

He froze, staring blankly at the wounds, his dark red eyes quickly welling up with tears.

Mo Sangyu was stunned.

Is he...crying?

She was deeply moved, never expecting Feng Xingyu to shed tears for her.

This feeling is a bit strange.

She reached out and cupped his face, her thumb gently wiping away the tears welling up in his eyes: "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt."

lie.

How could it not hurt?

Feng Xingyu rubbed his eyes haphazardly a couple of times, then gently picked her up and placed her in the pool.

Warm water washed over his shoulders, and Mo Sangyu sighed contentedly.

Feng Xingyu followed her down, sat beside her, scooped up a handful of water, and silently washed the scabs off her shoulder.

Mo Sangyu noticed something was wrong as soon as he entered the pool.

This spring water is imbued with a rich spiritual energy.

Her spiritual energy recovery speed was already extremely fast, and soaking in this spiritual spring water made it at least twice as fast.

Her heart sank. She hurriedly washed off the bloodstains on her body and conjured two new sets of clothes.

"Put them on, and let's go."

Feng Xingyu looked at her, quickly reached out and put his arm around her waist, gently pulling her back into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder: "Ayu, be good, soak for a while longer, it will be good for your wound."

Mo Sangyu paused for a moment: "No need, it's already fine."

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu tightened his arms around her; he could sense that she was panicking.

From the moment she woke up, she was in a panic.

What is Ayu hiding?

Mo Sangyu closed her eyes, and her spiritual energy recovered faster than expected.

If she soaks in it for another two hours, she will be back to her peak condition.

She hurriedly pushed him away and quickly got dressed.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyu had no choice but to put his clothes on first.

Seeing Mo Sangyu about to leave, Feng Xingyu grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with worry: "Ayu, you..."

Mo Sangyu turned around and met his gaze, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Feng Xingyu."

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

Feng Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then tightened his grip on her waist, responding to the kiss almost greedily.

A white mist swirled around the spring, enveloping the two of them.

She kissed him forcefully, as if she wanted to crush all the pain in that kiss.

Feng Xingyu's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his palm pressed against her back, pulling her into his embrace.

Mo Sangyu ran her fingertips along his back, feeling his muscles trembling slightly.

Her unprecedented enthusiasm and initiative made Feng Xingyu increasingly uneasy. He released her lips, looked down at her, and his dark red eyes were full of restraint and forbearance: "Ayu..."

Mo Sangyu didn't let him finish speaking, and kissed him again, silencing him completely.

Feng Xingyu's breath hitched; he couldn't resist Mo Sangyu's charm.

Her kiss was urgent, almost reckless.

There were still some things he couldn't understand.

He didn't understand, but he was afraid.

He was afraid she was hiding something from him, afraid she was bearing something alone, afraid she had made some decision that would drive him crazy with heartache.

Feng Xingyu tilted his head slightly, avoiding her kiss, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot and disordered.

"Ayu, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Sangyu's eyelashes trembled. She didn't answer, but simply raised her hand to cup his face and gently stroked the corner of his eye with her thumb.

"Feng Xingyu, you must believe me."

"certainly."

He looked at her, his dark red eyes filled with complex emotions: "Ayu, I only believe in you, and I will always believe in you."

Mo Sangyu felt as if something had clenched his heart tightly.

She had never felt this way before.

When facing Yun Yihe, she remained calm and composed even when her spiritual energy was exhausted. But at this moment, she realized that she also had moments of fear and dread.

I'm afraid that separation will be forever.

He shouldn't be left in the dark about her departure.

Mo Sangyu calmed herself down, looked up at him, and said seriously, "Feng Xingyu, I... I may be leaving for a while."

Where are you going?

Feng Xingyu appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was in a state of uncontrollable panic.

Mo Sangyu opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back.

She looked at him; his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his breathing was more rapid than usual.

Feng Xingyu was genuinely afraid, afraid that she would say something he couldn't bear.

Mo Sangyu suddenly hesitated to speak.

"No matter where you go."

Feng Xingyu grasped her hand and said urgently, "I'll follow you, Ayu, please let me follow you..."

"I……"

Mo Sangyu forced a smile, her voice strained, and said with great difficulty, "I may not be able to use this body of mine anymore."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"It's not working anymore?"

Four words, as light as the wind.

Feng Xingyu's face drained of all color in an instant, and he even paused for a moment: "What do you mean by 'my body can't function'?"

He seemed not to understand, yet he also seemed to understand but couldn't believe it, staring blankly at her.

Mo Sangyu looked away, avoiding his shattering gaze, and whispered, "Believe me, I will come back to you. Wait for me, please wait for me?"

Feng Xingyu's hand instantly gripped her wrist tightly.

The force he used was as if he were afraid she would slip through his fingers at any moment. Fear surged in his eyes, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

Mo Sangyu didn't explain much, deliberately softening her tone and trying to make her smile more relaxed: "Don't be so nervous, it's not like we're going to die, it's just that we'll be apart for a while, I'll come back to find you."

Fearing he wouldn't believe her, she added sternly, "During this time, you're not allowed to attract any unwanted romantic attention. You know I like clean-cut men."

Feng Xingyu nodded hurriedly, but his eyes remained fixed on her, staring intently without daring to blink.

He looked like a puppy about to be abandoned.

It's about to break.

Mo Sangyu felt sorry for him and stood on tiptoe to pat his head: "Don't be afraid, you're really amazing now, you can go anywhere and you're hard to beat. You can fight Yun Yihe all you want, you don't need me..."

"No."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head slightly, preventing her from touching him even when she was standing on tiptoe. He retorted in a muffled voice, "I need you, Ayu. You said you'd let me follow you and wouldn't let anyone bully me. I... I can't live without you anymore. Please don't..."

Mo Sangyu felt distressed upon hearing this, and her eyes welled up with tears.

She suddenly leaned in and kissed him again, stopping him from continuing.

The kiss was light and slow, gently caressing every inch of his body, from the corners of his lips to his jaw and Adam's apple.

A tender and lingering affection.

Feng Xingyu's eyelashes trembled, and a tear slid down from the corner of his eye, landing between their intertwined lips, the salty taste spreading out.

Breathing became more labored.

He pressed his palm against her back, pulling her into his embrace, tightening his grip little by little, wanting to hold her firmly.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, again and again, as if he wanted to etch her image into his heart.

When they stopped, both of them were panting heavily.

Feng Xingyu suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her body was very hot, not at an ordinary temperature, as if something was burning inside her.

He panicked and wanted to pick her up.

Mo Sangyu pressed his hand down and shook her head: "Stop messing around."

She nestled in his arms, her voice soft: "I want to spend some quiet time with you."

Feng Xingyu did not move again.

He held her in his arms, sat on a large rock by the spring, and wrapped her completely in his embrace.

Her body grew hotter and hotter, burning his skin through her clothes, like holding a piece of red-hot coal.

He didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter.

Mo Sangyu nestled quietly in his arms.

The seal on her soul had just been broken and could not be sealed again in a short time. Constantly consuming spiritual energy would not solve the fundamental problem, so... she actually had her own plans.

However, it's very risky.

But she had no choice; she didn't like being passive.

"Ayu."

The person in his arms grew hotter and hotter, making Feng Xingyu's heart sink.

He could only hold her tightly, as if that would keep her with him.

But her body kept changing, and these changes made him unwilling to believe, yet unable to deny, what was about to happen.

Soon, Mo Sangyu's entire body began to emit a faint blue light, and visible spiritual power emanated from her body, enveloping her completely.

"Ayu," he called her, his voice frantic and incoherent, "Ayu, why is this happening? Why?"

Mo Sangyu looked up and gave him a reassuring smile.

The smile was faint and gentle, almost ethereal.

"Don't be afraid." She reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes. "I will definitely come back to find you. Wait for me."

Feng Xingyu took her hand, placed it to his lips, and gently kissed her fingers.

"I'm waiting for you."

He said, his voice trembling, "No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you."

Mo Sangyu nodded and leaned back into his arms.

Her body grew lighter and lighter, like a feather, like a wisp of smoke, like a cloud that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Feng Xingyu held her in his arms, feeling her temperature rise rapidly.

Her body was like a piece of paper that had been set ablaze, turning into specks of red light starting from the edges.

The light spots were very hot, and when they landed on his hands and face, they burned him painfully, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

"Ayu," he called her again.

She smiled in his arms, her face blurring, her voice distant: "Feng Xingyu, wait for me..."

Before she finished speaking, her body transformed into a sky full of red light, like fireflies, like stardust, like an extremely gentle rain of fire.

The points of light hovered around him for a long time before gradually dissipating into the night.

Feng Xingyu sat on the rock, maintaining the posture of holding her, without moving.

His arms were empty, and so was his heart.

He looked down at his hands, which still held her warmth. He slowly closed his fingers, trying to grasp something, but only managed to grab a handful of cold night wind.

It was very quiet around.

The spring water is still bubbling with white mist, and the wildflowers are still blooming quietly.

Nothing had changed except that half of his world had collapsed.

Feng Xingyu sat there, from dusk till dawn, and from dawn till dusk.

Like a sculpture, it neither eats nor drinks, neither moves nor speaks.

He was wondering what had happened.

Ah Yu was perfectly fine... how could she just be gone?

She disappeared in his arms.

Feng Xingyu thought about it for a whole day and night but couldn't understand it or accept it. His heart ached, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Who was responsible for all of this?

Suddenly, he clenched his fists, his empty eyes instantly filled with ferocity, and a destructive killing intent surged in his dark red eyes.

It's Yun Yihe!

He's the one who drove Ayu to this point; he's the one who forced them into this situation!

Yun Yihe!

He was going to kill him.

He wanted Yun Yihe dead, and the entire Yun clan to be buried with him.

"Feng Xingyu."

Just as Feng Xingyu was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

It was a woman's voice.

The voice came from afar, sounding anxious and worried, rushing from the foot of the mountain.

"I've finally found you."