His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

It is Rong Feiyan.

Since that day, she has been looking for opportunities to get close to Feng Xingyu.

But she really didn't expect that woman to be so powerful, defeating the entire Yun clan. She had already been considering giving up.

Unexpectedly, even God was on her side.

She witnessed the woman disappear from his arms!

After her initial shock, Rong Feiyan was overjoyed.

Shocking! How could such a strong person suddenly die?

It was still the same tragic way; they died without leaving a trace.

But for her, this was a great thing.

She believed that with her status, position, and beauty, winning over this man was only a matter of time.

Moreover, she is the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan and is already engaged to the true heir of the Yun clan. This man is destined to be hers.

Rong Feiyan did not disturb him immediately, but waited for him to calm down for a day and a night. Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, she pretended that she had just found this place.

Feng Xingyu recognized the person who had arrived, frowned slightly, and then vanished from the spot in the next instant.

Rong Feiyan: "..."

No, didn't he see her?

For the first time, Rong Feiyan began to doubt her own beauty.

That shouldn't be the case. Normally, one should ask, "Who is she?"

He just glanced at her and ran away?!

I guess they didn't see her.

Rong Feiyan was not discouraged. After thinking for a moment, she guessed that he must have gone to the Yun Clan, so she immediately rushed to the Yun Clan.

At this moment, the Cloud Clan was in ruins.

Half of the main hall collapsed, several side courtyards were razed to the ground, the mountain gate was smashed to pieces, and the training grounds on the back mountain were also destroyed.

Everywhere there were broken walls and rubble, piled up into small hills.

The clansmen were clearing the ruins, and several elders whispered among themselves, discussing the need to find outside craftsmen and spiritual plant masters to come and repair the clan's land.

Yun Yihe and the others also returned to the Yun Clan and recuperated in their respective courtyards.

During this time, everyone was waiting.

We'll settle accounts with them when Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu return.

But after waiting for a whole day and night, the two still hadn't arrived.

For a time, the people of the clan were filled with fear and unease.

Yun Yihe lay on the soft couch in the main hall, his eyes wide open as if he were half-dead.

His wounds had long since healed, but the pain was still fresh in his memory.

The victor is king, the loser is villain.

He had lost and was already planning to relinquish his position as the Cloud Clan's leader, waiting for them to come knocking on his door.

Why haven't they come yet?

He's been waiting for a whole day and night. What do those two people mean?

Yun Yihe became increasingly uneasy and agitated the more he thought about it.

Is that crazy Little Fish still brewing some big move?

Or is it that they don't care about the position of Cloud Clan Lord at all?

He was feeling uneasy when he suddenly heard a gasp from outside.

Then came a jumble of footsteps, shouts, gasps, and the clatter of weapons hitting the ground.

Yun Yihe suddenly scrambled up from the soft couch and staggered out of the main hall.

He spotted the person immediately.

Feng Xingyu stood in the center of the ruins, his body surging with blood-red light, his dark red eyes devoid of any warmth.

He walked forward step by step, his steps light, but each step seemed to touch the hearts of everyone present.

No one dared to step forward.

Everyone was forced to retreat step by step until they reached the main hall entrance.

Feng Xingyu stopped in his tracks.

He looked up at Yun Yihe, who had just rushed out of the hall.

Those dark red eyes were filled with icy coldness and killing intent.

The next instant, an extremely sharp and cold light, carrying destructive power, was aimed directly at his face.

There were no questions, no hesitation.

Feng Xingyu's attack was a killing blow; the sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, carrying a murderous aura that threatened to tear him to pieces, aiming directly for his life.

Yun Yihe's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly dodged to the side. The cold light grazed his neck, instantly slicing through his flesh, and blood gushed out.

The power is too great.

He slammed heavily against the palace door, coughing up blood. Looking up at Feng Xingyu, a flash of shock and anger crossed his eyes: "Stop fighting! I know you're strong, I can't beat you, I'll admit defeat, okay?"

"Admit defeat?"

Feng Xingyu spoke, his voice hoarse like the grinding of gravel, each word carrying a chilling coldness and boundless hatred: "Do you think she can come back just by admitting defeat? I want you dead, I want the entire Yun Clan to be buried with her!"

"What do you mean?"

These words startled Yun Yihe.

"What's wrong with Little Fish?"

His response was a ferocious attack from Feng Xingyu.

Crimson spiritual mist swept across the ruins like a tsunami, and the longsword in his hand trembled, emitting a piercing shriek.

Each swing was filled with a violent and ferocious aura that seemed to tear through space; there was no holding back whatsoever, and no rationality whatsoever.

Yun Yihe tried his best to defend, but the difference in strength between the two was immediately apparent, and he was clearly no match for Feng Xingyu.

Furthermore, Feng Xingyu was consumed by extreme grief and hatred at this moment, making every move fatal.

The sword light poured down like a torrential downpour, carrying the power to crush everything.

Yun Yihe's defenses crumbled inch by inch. He was not as fast as Feng Xingyu, and the sharp blade kept cutting deep, bone-revealing wounds into his body.

Blood splattered on the rubble, staining large areas of the charred ruins red.

He rolled and dodged in a disheveled state, his hair disheveled and his clothes torn to shreds by the sword energy.

The healing speed of a wound cannot keep up with the rate at which new wounds are formed.

The sound of bones cracking was enough to make one's teeth ache.

Each collision caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood, making it impossible for him to even stand still; he could only desperately try to escape.

He had lost all trace of the majesty he once possessed as the Cloud Clan's lord.

"Feng Xingyu!"

He screamed hoarsely, "Are you crazy?"

Feng Xingyu was completely out of control and determined to kill him.

Yun Yihe tried to teleport, but Feng Xingyu gave him no chance. The sword light followed him like a shadow, blocking all his escape routes.

"Stop him!" Yun Yihe roared at the branch leaders.

Yun Chen rushed forward stealthily, but before his sword could even touch Feng Xingyu, he was blasted away by a streak of blood, crashing through three crumbling walls and collapsing to the ground, spitting out blood.

Just as Yun Yao spread her wings, a sword aura grazed her cheek, severing half of her wing, and she fell with a scream.

Before Yun Qi's golden body could be fully formed, he was punched in the chest and embedded in the ruins.

Yunfeng didn't even have time to release his puppet before he was sent flying by a sword, crashing into a pile of rubble and never getting up again.

Seeing this, none of the other members of the collateral branches dared to step forward.

This man is crazier and more ruthless than that woman.

The woman at least had some sense; this man was a complete beast without a mate, biting anyone he saw.

Yun Yihe fled to the front of the main hall, but could run no further.

He was covered in wounds, his robes were torn to shreds, and he had almost bled to death.

The recovery is getting slower and slower, and the wound is still bleeding.

He leaned against the palace door, panting heavily, and looked back at Feng Xingyu.

Feng Xingyu stood three steps behind him, his body surging with blood-red light, his dark red eyes looking at him as if he were a dead man, devoid of any warmth.

"What's wrong with Xiaoyuer?" Yun Yihe asked again.

A fierce glint flashed in Feng Xingyu's eyes, and the sword blade transformed into a streak of blood, piercing fiercely into his chest.

The sword pierced through his chest, pinning him firmly to the crumbling wall of the main hall.

Blood gushed wildly from the sword, pooling into a glaring puddle of blood at the foot of the wall.

Yun Yihe looked down at the sword in his chest, watching his blood slowly drain away, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

He couldn't be killed, but at this moment, he was truly on the verge of death...

And in this almost shameful way.

Yun Yihe closed his eyes, completely giving up resistance.

Feng Xingyu stood in front of him, coldly watching his blood flow down little by little, but he still did not feel any pleasure.

Even if you kill him, Ayu will never come back...

Doing anything now will be meaningless.

Feng Xingyu's mood suddenly plummeted again. He could no longer sense the existence of the soul contract, a fact that made it difficult for him to even breathe.

No.

No matter what, he wanted the entire Yun clan to be buried with her!

A surge of madness welled up in Feng Xingyu's eyes once more, his killing intent palpable.

He intended to launch a massive attack and raze the entire Yun clan to the ground.

Let them fight, let them rob, let them be homeless!

"No!"

Just as he was about to raise his hand, a broken voice came from behind him: "Wait, wait a minute..."

Yun Jin and Yun Xian'er rushed over, and were terrified when they saw what was happening before them.

"Ah Feng."

He slid over and hugged Feng Xingyu tightly, his voice filled with emotion and tears streaming down his face: "Don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil. This is your mother's clan, after all, we can't destroy it."

Feng Xingyu was speechless. He forcefully pried open the man's fingers and pushed him away with disgust: "Do you want to die too?"

Yun Jin quickly stepped back: "No, we've been through life and death together, you can't just abandon me after we've served our purpose."

Yun Xian'er also advised, "Ah Feng, for your mother's sake, don't be so ruthless."

The Azure Profound Realm is an independent high-level world. The foundation and operation of the entire space are supported and maintained by the Cloud Clan and the Rong Clan, and neither can be missing.

If the Yun Clan is destroyed, no matter how strong the Rong Clan is, it will be powerless to support the operation of this world on its own.

When the foundation is shaken and cracks appear everywhere, the entire Cangxuan Realm will collapse, and all living beings here will be plunged into an abyss of no return.

"She's long dead, what does she need to save face for?"

Feng Xingyu's voice was cold and ruthless, sounding completely indifferent.

But he stopped and didn't move again.

Yun Xian'er sighed: "Although your mother didn't inherit any power, she was still a direct descendant of the Yun clan and possessed resurrection techniques. How could she die so easily?"

She looked at Feng Xingyu's expressionless face: "She's just missing. We've been searching for her all these years."

Feng Xingyu was completely stunned.

In his mind, his mother had been dead for ten years.

He watched with his own eyes as the cold palace caught fire, and watched with his own eyes as she perished in the flames.

Now you're suddenly telling him that his mother is still alive?

His head felt like it had been hit hard, and his ears were ringing.

Feng Xingyu's feelings became complicated.

The energy that had sustained him through anger and hatred dissipated instantly.

His body swayed, his vision went black, and he slowly fell to the ground.

"Ah Feng!" Yun Jin reacted quickly and caught him.

Yun Xian'er rushed over and checked his pulse: "He's alright, let him get some sleep."

Yun Yihe was still pinned to the wall, a sword stuck in his chest, and he spoke weakly, "Could you please get me down first? I'm bleeding to death."

No one cares about him.

Feng Xingyu woke up again three days later.

He opened his eyes, staring at the bed curtains above his head, his mind blank.

Slowly, those memories began to flood back.

Ayu.

Just thinking about that name makes my heart ache like it's being stabbed with needles.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to wake up, not wanting to face it, not wanting to accept this reality.

But the images of Ayu's disappearance kept resurfacing in my mind, and I couldn't shake them off.

The door was pushed open.

Feng Xingyu did not move.

The footsteps were very light. The person who came in stood by the bed for a moment, put something on the table, and then walked back to the bed.

"You're awake?" The voice held a hint of surprise.

Feng Xingyu opened his eyes.

Rong Feiyan stood by the bed, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand, looking down at him.

She wore a pale yellow dress today, which made her skin look like jade and her eyes gentle.

Seeing him open his eyes, she curved her lips into a smile, "Do you remember me?"

Feng Xingyu didn't answer, but she didn't mind. She added, "You've been unconscious for three days. Have some porridge first."

Looking at her smile, Feng Xingyu recalled that day at the bottom of the cliff, when she smiled at him in the same way.

But her smile is a million times more beautiful than this.

He looked away and propped himself up to sit up.

Rong Feiyan quickly reached out to help him, but he turned away and leaned against the headboard.

Rong Feiyan's hand froze in mid-air, then quickly withdrew, her smile undiminished: "The porridge is still hot, drink it while it's hot."

Feng Xingyu remained silent.

He picked up the robe from beside the bed, put it on, then got up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Rong Feiyan caught up with him.

From beginning to end, Feng Xingyu did not say a single word to her.

Ayu liked clean-cut men, he remembered.

He pushed open the door and went out.

Rong Feiyan stood at the door, watching his figure disappear outside the courtyard. The bowl of porridge in her hand gradually went cold. She bit her lip, a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes.

That woman is dead, I refuse to believe I can't take him down.

Rong Feiyan has a secret.

She is the legitimate daughter of the Rong clan.

However, all the legitimate daughters of the Rong clan have silver hair and black eyes, but she does not, which raises questions about her identity.

Of course, she knew the reasons behind this.

My aunt said that none of that mattered. As long as she married the true heir of the Yun clan and gave birth to the next generation of direct descendants of the Yun clan, no one would dare to question her status and position.

Therefore, she has not fulfilled her marriage agreement with Yun Yihe all these years because she is waiting for the true heir to appear.

Surprisingly, she actually got what she was waiting for!

She will definitely seize this opportunity.

Feng Xingyu stepped out of the room and found himself in the Yun Clan. Everyone outside was busy with their own things. Suddenly, they heard a noise, turned around, and saw him. Everyone was so frightened that they stopped breathing.

They dared not move an inch.

However, Feng Xingyu ignored them completely and walked straight towards the mountain gate, as if he had not heard any of the sounds around him.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the spirit spring where Mo Sangyu had disappeared.

They would sit there, and sit there all day long.

It wasn't until Yun Jin and Yun Xian'er arrived, followed by Rong Feiyan, that the situation came to light.

"Ah Feng".

As soon as Yun Jin saw him, he started nagging, "Why didn't you say goodbye before leaving? We were so worried about you, um..."

"You said my mother isn't dead, and you've been searching for her for many years, but have you found any clues?"

Feng Xingyu sat there, asking without even looking up.

Rong Feiyan's eyes flickered. She wanted to step forward and speak, but she held back and didn't say anything for the time being.

Yun Jin said, "All I know is that she was being targeted back then. If she hadn't faked her death, you would have been implicated as well. I originally thought it was Zun... Yun Yihe who did it, but later I found out that Yun Yihe didn't know about your mother's affairs in the Nine Provinces Continent at that time, so it wasn't him at all."

Yun Xian'er also got into a fight with Yun Yihe while looking for her, and was later imprisoned in the Black Swamp Forbidden Land.

"Ah Feng".

Yun Xian'er glanced at Rong Feiyan beside her, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Feng Xingyu shook his head.

He was going to wait here for Ayu to come back.

"You can go now, don't worry about me."

"Ah Feng, wake up! Mo Sangyu, she..."