His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Rong Feiyan told him that she knew about his mother.

Yun Xian'er and Yun Jin have been investigating for so long without finding anything, how could she know?

Feng Xingyu didn't believe it at first.

However, thinking of the Rong Clan, whose power was comparable to that of the Yun Clan, he suddenly had a guess.

Back then, was the person who made his mother feel threatened, and who chose to abandon him when he was only a few years old and choose to leave by self-immolation, related to the Rong clan?

I had suspected Yun Yihe before, but later I learned that he really didn't know about this.

Moreover, he sent people to look for it, but they still couldn't find it.

But did none of them ever suspect the Rong clan?

Rong Feiyan ran very fast in order to lead Feng Xingyu back to Yunzhong City.

She had asked Yun Yao to open that spatial rift, and time was limited, so she had to hurry, otherwise she would have to go back from the Black Swamp.

The Black Swamp is too dangerous; there's no way she could get through it.

Rong Feiyan returned to the Cloud Clan just before the Rift of Space closed.

When Feng Xingyu went out, he hesitated for a moment before Rong Feiyan disappeared into the cracked sky.

Cloud Clan.

He didn't want to set foot in that place again.

Feng Xingyu eventually went to visit her.

Compared to three months ago, Yunzu has been completely rebuilt and looks brand new.

The collapsed main hall was rebuilt, and the broken mountain gate was replaced with new stone.

Yun Yihe spent nearly half a month in bed before fully recovering. After recovering, he planned to leave the Yun Clan, but upon learning that Mo Sangyu had perished and Feng Xingyu had also left Yunzhong City, he knew that if he left, Yunzhong City and the Yun Clan would definitely be targeted by other foreign clans.

Although those foreign tribes were not particularly powerful, all the branches of the Yun tribe had suffered heavy losses. At this time, the Yun tribe was seen as a piece of easy prey by those forces.

They had no idea how severe the consequences of the Cloud Clan's destruction would be for the Cangxuan Realm.

Helpless, Yun Yihe had no choice but to stay for the time being.

During this time, he knew that Feng Xingyu would come to Yunzhong City every few days, but each time he only went to the Lingquan Mountain Range and never set foot in the Yun Clan.

Mo Sangyu's death was something he hadn't anticipated. His feelings were complicated, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was certain that he had truly let go of his past obsessions.

If Feng Xingyu is willing to return and take over the position of the Venerable Lord, he will return it to him.

The moment Feng Xingyu stood at the Yun Clan's mountain gate, Yun Yihe knew he had arrived.

In the main hall, Yun Yihe, as usual, lay sprawled out on the soft couch, completely unconcerned about his appearance.

One leg was bent, the other casually draped over the edge of the tatami mat, and his arm was behind his head. He was languid and relaxed, like a salted fish lying completely flat.

Since deciding to no longer be obsessed with power and status, he has lost his former tension and is living a more carefree and relaxed life.

These past two or three months have been the most relaxed and carefree I've ever had.

Aside from the fact that he felt a little stuffy in his chest when he thought of Mo Sangyu.

I always felt that Little Fish wouldn't die so easily...

He didn't actually want her to die.

When Feng Xingyu's aura suddenly landed outside the Yun Clan's mountain gate, Yun Yihe abruptly sat up from the soft couch: "Why did he suddenly come?"

"Your Excellency."

Just then, Yun Yao entered the main hall and saw this. A smile flashed across her red lips, and she said in a light tone with a hint of teasing: "Don't be nervous. He's not here for you this time. He's here for Miss Chong Rong."

"Rong Feiyan?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yihe relaxed and lay back down.

Although he was a little confused, Feng Xingyu only had eyes for Xiaoyuer. Even if Rong Feiyan deliberately pestered him, or even if the sky fell, he wouldn't give a second glance as long as it didn't involve Xiaoyuer.

Why was Rong Feiyan summoned here?

Forget it, it's none of his business.

After lying down for a while, he sat up again.

No.

I'm very curious.

What underhanded tricks did Rong Feiyan use?

"Yun Yao, secretly go to the front hall and listen to what they're saying."

Yun Yao felt ashamed.

Why doesn't he go do something so dangerous himself?

They are people who possess resurrection abilities, and they can't die anyway, so what are they afraid of?

Unlike her, whose wing broke and is still not fully healed.

Yun Yao sighed, resignedly preparing to leave, but was stopped by him again: "Wait a minute."

Yun Yihe got off the couch and strode outside: "I'd better go and see for myself."

He mainly wanted to see if Feng Xingyu was really worth Xiaoyuer's kindness to him.

Front hall.

Rong Feiyan stood in the hall, wearing a long crimson dress, her eyes smiling.

She looked at Feng Xingyu walking in from outside the palace, her eyes full of smugness.

"Brother Yukiyu".

She slightly raised her chin: "I knew you would come."

Feng Xingyu stood three steps away from her, his dark red eyes revealing no emotion, only icy coldness.

"You can speak now."

"Don't rush, Brother Xingyu, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Rong Feiyan wanted to go forward and pull him.

Feng Xingyu merely moved his sleeve, and Rong Feiyan was immediately blocked by a chilling aura.

His expression remained unchanged, still indifferent, but he didn't seem angry.

Rong Feiyan gradually grew bolder.

She was certain that Feng Xingyu wouldn't dare do anything to her, after all, she had the entire Rong clan behind her.

"Brother Xingyu, how can I talk to you properly when you're like this?"

She raised her chin, her eyes filled with a ruthless determination: "Let me tell you, I have definite information about where your mother is. If you marry me, I can take you to see her immediately, otherwise..."

She deliberately dragged out the word, laughing arrogantly: "You'll never know where she is again in your entire life."

"We can't find Yun Xian'er or Yun Jin, only I can help you find her."

"You won't lose out on this deal."

Feng Xingyu's finger twitched slightly, just once, so quickly that it was almost invisible.

Rong Feiyan, oblivious to the situation, continued smugly, "Don't worry, all I want is a title. I don't care who you have in your heart..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he attacked with extreme speed.

The air froze instantly.

Before Rong Feiyan could react, her neck was gripped tightly by a pair of large, well-defined hands.

The force was ridiculously strong.

She was lifted off the ground, her toes barely touching the ground.

Rong Feiyan's eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you dare to kill me?"

Her voice trembled, cut short and broken: "I am from the Rong tribe..."

Feng Xingyu's red eyes were icy cold, and the way he looked at her was as if he were looking at a dead person: "Threats have no effect on me."

My mother has been missing for over ten years; a little longer won't make a difference.

But anyone who tries to corrupt him deserves to die!

Rong Feiyan's face flushed red instantly, then slowly turned purple, and her breath was abruptly cut off.

For the first time, she saw true murderous intent in Feng Xingyu's eyes.

It wasn't the cold, icy disgust of before; it was a murderous intent that could freeze you to the bone.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't utter a complete syllable.

The smugness in his eyes gradually turned into fear.

She never imagined, even in death, that he would actually dare to make a move.

There was absolutely no warning.

Rong Feiyan regretted it; she shouldn't have provoked this lunatic.

He and that woman were both terrifying monsters!

However, no matter how much she struggled, Feng Xingyu's grip on her hand did not loosen even slightly; instead, it tightened even more.

Soon, Rong Feiyan's body went limp.

Feng Xingyu's hand was still gripping her neck.

He lowered his eyes slightly, coldly watching her face gradually lose its life. Just as he was about to throw her away in disgust, he suddenly felt her move again.

Then, an even stranger thing happened.

The hair on the top of her head slowly drooped downwards, inch by inch fading in color, from blue to gray, and then to white.

The speed increased rapidly, and in just a few breaths, all of his black hair turned silver-white and fell to his shoulders.

It moves automatically even without wind, carried by a slight airflow.

The crimson robe was also subtly changing, its color gradually fading to a pale silver, its shimmering light carrying a cold gleam.

Her whole being seemed to be covered by a thin layer of snow, eerie yet breathtakingly beautiful.

She was like a fairy formed from ice and snow, every frown and smile exuding a world-shattering magnificence.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of languor, a touch of eeriness, and a familiar coolness.

Feng Xingyu's hand froze in mid-air, the large hand that was gripping her neck had long since lost its strength.

Familiar taste.

He seemed frozen in place, his heart stopped beating.

It's Ayu's scent!

Feng Xingyu dared not move an inch, fearing that everything before him was just an illusion and would vanish the moment he moved.

The person in front of me slowly raised their hand.

A faint, ethereal blue light emanated from between her fingers. The light was gentle, yet it possessed a power that pierced the soul, gradually gathering in her palm.

Finally, it solidified into a blue ice rune.

The runes flowed, resembling flowers and the moon.

Feng Xingyu stared at the ice talisman, his pupils contracting sharply and his heart pounding wildly.

The next second, he realized what was happening.

It's almost instinctive.

He lowered his head, deliberately placing his neck into the palm of that hand, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse and barely audible: "I'm willing..."

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to strike down with the ice talisman, he suddenly straightened up and said with a serious expression, "Not eight-tenths!"

"What?"

I will bear it all.

Feng Xingyu said urgently, "I need a perfect score!"

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but laugh.

That laugh seemed to make the world lose its color.

"Soul Contract is barely a forbidden technique, but it's not an evil one. You want the Heavenly Dao to just strike me down?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu quickly stretched his neck out again and urged, "Eight points is fine too, hurry up."

The moment the soul contract reactivated, Feng Xingyu closed his eyes. That familiar sense of connection returned, like a ship that had been adrift for a long time finally reaching the shore.

He was so moved he almost cried.

However, when he looked up at the face in front of him again, he was completely stunned, filled with disbelief.

My eyes were glued to the screen.

"What, is Rong Feiyan's face so beautiful that you haven't had enough of looking at her?" Seeing him staring blankly at her, Mo Sangyu was a little dissatisfied.

She admitted that Rong Feiyan's body was indeed a beauty, and for some reason, it held a great attraction for her.

"No."

Feng Xingyu shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on her.

Because it's not just her hair that's changed.

That face was no longer Rong Feiyan's face at all.

Instead, it was another... unfamiliar face.

Between her eyebrows and eyes, one could still vaguely see some of the original Mo Sangyu's image, but more than that, there was an indescribable amazement.

Clean, sharp, aloof and solitary, yet with a touch of allure.

Like a flower that has bloomed for a thousand years on a snow-capped mountain peak, it is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

Mo Sangyu felt uneasy under his gaze.

She raised her hand, conjuring a wisp of water that reflected in the air like a shallow water mirror.

The moment her gaze fell upon it, she herself was stunned.

The person in the mirror has silver hair that falls to their shoulders and clear, exquisite features.

She has a high, straight nose and light pink lips.

It wasn't Rong Feiyan's appearance, but... the appearance of her soul!

This body can actually be affected by her soul consciousness?

strangeness.

Logically, given the Rong Clan's aggressive abilities, their physical attributes should be exceptional, yet Mo Sangyu sensed something was amiss with her body.

It seems to be constantly damaged.

Moreover, she had no memory of Rong Feiyan.

Fortunately, when she came in, she had already resealed her spiritual power within her consciousness.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu was absolutely certain that the person in front of him was his Ayu.

But this appearance... isn't it the real her?

Feng Xingyu was overjoyed to finally see her as she truly was. He gripped her hand tightly, both nervously and excitedly, asking, "You...you just got back, do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Mo Sangyu carefully examined the area and didn't feel any discomfort.

There's a red mark on my neck, but I don't feel anything.

It seems that this spiritual power will have to be released slowly, little by little, all over again.

She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were red and his body was tense, and her heart softened.

He endured a very difficult three months.

"Don't be nervous."

Mo Sangyu gently comforted her, "It's not like it's the first time you've been reborn in someone else's body. I'm very familiar with it."

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu could no longer hold back. He carefully and gently embraced her, then slowly tightened his grip, feeling her sincerity: "I will never let you leave me again."

Outside.

Yun Yihe, who witnessed all of this, froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Yun Yao, who was following behind him, was also stunned.

It took Yun Yihe quite a while to slowly turn his head.

He looked at Yun Yao, his lips trembling slightly.

He didn't say a word.

He managed to squeeze out only two words: "...Go quickly."

Is this possession?

But possession isn't that easy, especially since it involves a different appearance.

There must be some hidden story behind this.

But no matter what, Little Fish is back, and he... is very happy.

After the two people outside left, Feng Xingyu glanced at them coldly but didn't pay them any more attention.

"Ayu, let's go home."

He released her hand and instead took hers, their fingers intertwined: "Wanwan keeps asking to see you every day, and she's also waiting for you to come back and be their witness at Jinzhi and Lord Wen's wedding."

Mo Sangyu sighed softly and nodded.

she knows.

However, she didn't say anything, but just looked down at her hair.

strangeness.

How did it turn white?

Could it be that she has some connection with the Rong clan?

"nice."

Feng Xingyu thought she didn't like his silver hair, and stared at her intently: "You're so beautiful, Ayu. I want to hide you away and only let me see you. Or, shall we not go home for now..."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

What are you talking about?

Why does it give off a crazy vibe?

She cleverly changed the subject: "Looking like this, they definitely won't recognize me, especially the ministers in the court. They'll probably think you've fallen for someone else and betrayed me."

"It doesn't matter if they don't recognize you."

Feng Xingyu clearly didn't care about any of that, stubbornly saying, "Let's go back a few days later, Ayu. I want you to stay with me, just with me, okay?"