His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

late at night.

All sounds are silent.

After the candles in the main hall were extinguished, two figures strolled out from the side door and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Mo Sangyu's soul consciousness spread out like an invisible net, enveloping every corner within a radius of a hundred feet.

Feng Xingyu was beside her, their figures hidden in the night, their very presence completely concealed.

The Rong tribe's nighttime defenses are even more stringent than their daytime defenses.

Countless guards lurked in the shadows, but after the two became invisible and isolated, the hidden guards were completely unaware.

The Rong Clan's Netherworld Array also operates on its own at night.

Invisible barriers swept across the entire island, like a giant eye slowly turning in the darkness.

Mo Sangyu's soul sense accurately detected the direction from which the restriction was sweeping.

The couple easily dodged the obstacles, their steps unhurried, and passed through the numerous defenses, landing on the courtyard wall of Master Rong's residence.

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to leap down, he suddenly stopped.

She looked down and saw a person standing in the courtyard.

A man in a moon-white brocade robe, his temples frosted with white, stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves, looking up at the direction of the wall.

It is Rong Xuanci.

Why is he here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

"Since you're here, come down and join us."

Rong Xuanci stared at the empty wall, somewhat surprised that his younger sister also knew the Cloud Clan's invisibility technique.

Mo Sangyu was also a little surprised. The restriction hadn't detected them. Her... brother was quite something.

The couple deactivated their invisibility spell and jumped off the wall.

Rong Xuanci looked at them, without asking why they came or how they evaded the restrictions. He simply nodded and turned to walk towards the backyard.

"When did you start to suspect her?" Mo Sangyu asked.

"I had some suspicions when I first met you and came back, but I really felt there was something wrong with her after tonight's family dinner. Besides, many things from back then don't stand up to scrutiny. It's my fault for never thinking about it in that direction."

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu both just smiled silently at these words.

There was no comfort, nor blame.

After all, he was just a child back then.

With his mother gone, his father missing, and his only sister just a few months old, it's understandable that he, as the next generation's heir, had to shoulder the responsibility of upholding the Lord's authority and thus failed to discover these conspiracies and schemes.

As for their father... Mo Sangyu did not want to make any judgments about him before knowing the whole truth.

The three of them entered the backyard.

The servants on duty and the guards on patrol were completely unaware of their arrival.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual sense swept across the entire backyard and found that Rong Xiuyuan was in the study at the moment, the candlelight dim, illuminating his solitary figure.

Perhaps it was because he had been drinking tonight, but he seemed a bit down, sitting behind his desk without moving for a long time.

Mo Sangyu ignored him and continued searching for Shen Yuheng.

They searched the entire mansion but couldn't find any trace of Shen Yuheng.

As the wife of Second Master Rong, there is no reason why she should not be in the mansion late at night.

Rong Xiuyuan found it strange that his wife was not in the mansion. Did he not know that she was not in the mansion?

Or is it that he doesn't care at all?

Feng Xingyu was also sensing his surroundings in his own way. The Yun Clan's lineage of superpower inheritors had perceptions several times sharper than ordinary people, especially when it came to sensing superpowers of the same origin.

Suddenly, he frowned.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at him: "What did you discover?"

Feng Xingyu shook his head, but his brows remained furrowed: "I didn't find anything, but..." He paused, "I sensed the aura of a puppet."

Mo Sangyu's gaze sharpened slightly.

puppet?

Logically, this shouldn't be the case. This is the Rong Clan, how could there be a Yun Clan puppet here?

The three exchanged a glance, then dispersed to search separately.

A night breeze blows, and the bamboo shadows in the courtyard sway and rustle.

Rong Xuanci walked around to the backyard and stopped in front of a stone wall covered with vines.

He raised his hand, his fingertips touching the vines, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Secret technique.

Someone used a secret technique to isolate the aura here, and the method was extremely covert. If he hadn't become suspicious tonight and come to investigate personally, he wouldn't have noticed this place at all.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu walked over and looked at the stone wall.

When the soul sense probed over, it was indeed bounced back by an invisible barrier.

It was a sinister and unpredictable power.

However, breaking this secret technique was a piece of cake for all three of them.

Rong Xuanci brought two fingers together, condensing a wisp of silvery-white light, and gently touched it on the stone wall.

The secret technique, like a thin layer of ice, shattered inch by inch under the erosion of the silver light.

A crack appeared in the stone wall, revealing a deep, dark passage inside.

A cold wind blew out from the dark passage, carrying a putrid, nauseating stench.

Rong Xuanci's face darkened.

Mo Sangyu raised her hand to cover her nose, her soul consciousness slightly focused, and she could clearly sense that deep within the dark passage, there was a Yin Sha aura that was completely contrary to the Rong Clan's special abilities.

Rong Xuanci entered first, followed by Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu with light steps.

The passageway was narrow and the stone steps were slippery.

The further down you go, the denser the malevolent energy in the air becomes, mixed with faint, obscure murmurs that drift intermittently.

It sent chills down your spine.

Rong Xuanci walked at the front, and with each step he took, the coldness in his eyes deepened.

After turning a corner.

The dim red light shone from ahead, and the low murmur suddenly became clear, piercing the eardrums.

The three stopped in their tracks, held their breath, and slowly peeked out.

At the end of the secret passage was a hidden underground chamber.

The walls were covered with twisted black runes, faintly glowing with a bloody light.

In the center stood a blood-red soul-summoning array with bizarre patterns. Several burning red candles were inserted into the array's core, casting a dim light that made the secret chamber eerie and terrifying.

The person standing in the center of the formation was Shen Yuheng.

However, she was no longer the Second Madam Rong who, even when she lost her composure at the family banquet, still maintained a gentle and dignified demeanor.

At this moment, she was dressed in a black witch's robe, her long hair was disheveled, with dried blood vines wrapped around her hair, her face was as pale as paper, and there was an eerie bluish-black tinge at the corner of her eyes, and her lips were pursed into a harsh curve.

His hands formed an eerie hand seal, and he chanted incantations.

His expression was ferocious, his eyes sinister, filled with greed and malice.

He was surrounded by a thick aura of witchcraft and sorcery.

Rong Xuanci froze.

The blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Shen Yuheng.

He had called her "Auntie" for over twenty years.

She was gentle, modest, and respectful, and was praised by everyone in the Rong family as the Second Madam.

She was born to be the eldest daughter of the Shen family of Qingcheng. Although it was just an insignificant little family in Cangxuan Realm, which had been dependent on the Rong Clan for generations and could only stand in Cangxuan Realm with the protection of the Rong Clan, her family background was still clean.

But he never expected it.

The aunt he had called for over twenty years was actually a member of the Wu tribe who lived in the shadows of Cangxuan Realm!

The Cangxuan Realm is home to many races that live in the shadows, and the Witch Clan is one of them.

They do not cultivate spiritual energy or supernatural abilities, but instead specialize in witchcraft and forbidden arts. They are despised by all races in the Cangxuan Realm and were driven out of the core region of the Cangxuan Realm hundreds of years ago, where they can only eke out a living in the borderlands.

Rong Xuanci never imagined that the Wu Clan would dare to appear in Rongjing City.

What's even more unexpected is that she dared to marry into the Rong clan and set up such an evil place right under their noses.

Rong Xuanci was furious and was about to rush out.

Beside him, Mo Sangyu gently pressed his arm, signaling him not to move.

This woman is clearly trying to summon a spirit.

Whose soul are they summoning?

it goes without saying.

Compared to Rong Xuanci's anger, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu appeared much calmer.

Mo Sangyu's red lips curled into a smile.

She wanted to see if Shen Yuheng could bring Rong Feiyan's soul back.

Feng Xingyu, however, had his focus elsewhere.

He sensed that the puppets here had an even stronger aura.

Could it be that the Azure-Eyed branch of the Cloud Clan is also in cahoots with this woman?

Rong Xuanci closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes had been suppressed, leaving only a cold and icy expression.

The three watched Shen Yuheng perform in silence.

Shen Yuheng was completely unaware, immersed in the ritual of summoning the soul.

She bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist. The blood mist fell into the formation, and the twisted runes suddenly lit up, with blood light shooting into the sky.

Her body trembled violently, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but the obsession in her eyes grew deeper and deeper, and the speed at which she chanted the incantation increased.

Rong Xuanci stood in the shadows, watching this scene with a somber expression.

Mo Sangyu noticed that Shen Yuheng's aura was rapidly weakening.

In order to retrieve Rong Feiyan's soul, he was willing to suffer a backlash.

She is truly a...good mother.

She is indeed quite capable.

Not long after, a cold wind suddenly arose.

The candlelight in the secret room flickered intensely, and a chilling aura surged in from all directions, gathering within the formation.

Mo Sangyu's red lips curved into a smile, which gradually widened.

They actually brought them back.

A wisp of a ghost stumbled and staggered towards the soul-summoning array.

Shen Yuheng was overjoyed, and a gentle look immediately appeared on her ferocious face.

"My Yan'er!"

She reached out, her hand trembling as she tried to catch it.

The next instant, a white figure darted over, faster than her, and directly grabbed the wisp of ghost by the neck.

Shen Yuheng's hand froze in mid-air.

She looked up abruptly, her pupils contracting sharply.

Mo Sangyu stood before her, a smile reflected in his cool eyes.

But that smile was even more sinister than that of a witch.

Behind her, Feng Xingyu and Rong Xuanci emerged from the shadows, one on each side.

Shen Yuheng's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She took a step back, bumping into the stone platform behind her, and glanced at the three people in disbelief.

When did they arrive?

Her concealment technique was broken? She didn't even notice!

Shen Yuheng's gaze fell on Mo Sangyu's hand.

Mo Sangyu tightened her grip on Rong Feiyan's soul, which struggled slightly in her hand, emitting faint, almost inaudible sobs.

How is that possible?

Who is this woman? How could she directly touch a soul?

"Don't hurt her!"

Shen Yuheng didn't have time to think too much, because Rong Feiyan's soul was still in Mo Sangyu's hands.

Her voice trembled with terror: "Don't hurt her! I'll give you anything you want, just let her go. She doesn't know anything, she didn't do anything..."

"Oh?"

Mo Sangyu turned to look at the soul she was holding. Although it was just a remnant soul, the black mist emanating from it was enough to show that it was not pure.

Perhaps she was unaware of what happened back then, but the evil she committed was probably no small matter.

Otherwise, how could a remnant soul possess such immense malevolence?

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Sangyu let go, it bared its teeth and claws and pounced on Mo Sangyu, clearly recognizing that this body originally "belonged" to it.

"Oh."

Mo Sangyu smiled contemptuously. Since they were determined to die, he had no choice but to grant their wish.

Her eyes narrowed, and under the pressure of her soul, Rong Feiyan's soul suddenly froze, then emitted a sharp and piercing shriek, as if it were being torn apart from the inside by some force.

The remnant soul twisted wildly, black mist scattered, and shattered inch by inch under Mo Sangyu's soul pressure, finally turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating in the cold, dark chamber.

"don't want!"

Shen Yuheng's voice was heart-wrenching. She reached out, trying to grasp the dissipating black mist, but only grabbed a handful of cold air.

Her eyes shifted from fear to despair, and then from despair to intense, almost overflowing, resentment.

"You killed her...you killed my Yan'er!"

Shen Yuheng suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Mo Sangyu, like a trapped beast cornered in a desperate situation.

She lunged at Mo Sangyu, her ten fingers forming claws, her nails gleaming with a dark light, carrying the deadly poison of witchcraft.

Behind Mo Sangyu, Feng Xingyu and Rong Xuanci moved out at the same time.

Rong Xuanci struck out with his palm, and a silvery-white light slammed into her chest.

Feng Xingyu was even more straightforward and brutal, kicking her in the side with a vicious kick, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Shen Yuheng crashed into the stone wall behind her with a loud bang, causing the wall to crack. She fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Rong Xuanci walked over and looked down at her, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

"What a fine witch!"

He squatted down, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up: "You married my second uncle with the identity of the eldest daughter of the Shen family. You've hidden it quite well all these years."

Shen Yuheng's blood-stained lips slowly curled into a sinister smile, like a demon crawling out of hell.

She looked at Rong Xuanci, her eyes filled with no fear, no regret, only a deep-seated hatred.

"Yes, I am a member of the Witch Clan, but I have never done anything wrong. Yan'er is also your sister, yet you allowed that outsider to cause her soul to be scattered. How can you face your own mother?"

Even when death is imminent, he's still pretending!

A murderous glint flashed in Rong Xuanci's eyes, and the curve of his lips was full of mockery: "Rong Feiyan is the child you lost, isn't she? You switched her with my sister's body and raised your own daughter. Did you really think I knew nothing?"

"you……"

Shen Yuheng had already guessed it.

This woman named Mo Sangyu is none other than the child that Ling Xueyuan gave birth to back then!

She's incredibly lucky; she survived all that and managed to come back.

They should have summoned her soul back then and dealt with it together!

The panic on Shen Yuheng's face vanished in an instant, replaced by her demonic expression: "What I did... wasn't just this. Do you know how your mother died?"

Rong Xuanci's expression froze.

"What do you mean?"

He grabbed Shen Yuheng by the neck and shouted, "How did my mother die?"

"You want to know?"

Shen Yuheng smiled like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. She looked at Rong Xuanci with pity, as if she were looking at a pitiful wretch.

"Will you tell me or not!"

Rong Xuanci, like a ferocious beast that had been provoked, grabbed Shen Yuheng by the neck and lifted her off the ground.

Shen Yuheng's face turned purplish-blue as she desperately tried to pry his fingers off, her fingernails leaving bloody scratches on the back of his hands.

Her mouth was open, making gurgling sounds, and blood and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to speak: "You...you killed...me, so you'll never...know...the truth."

Rong Xuanci suddenly threw her away.

"You'd better tell me everything you did back then!"

His voice was extremely low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "Otherwise, I'll let you know that death is the cheapest thing in the world."

"Why go through all that trouble?"

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu stood aside, watching coldly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu chuckled softly, took a step, and slowly walked towards her: "You don't need her to say anything. Whatever you want to know, I can help you find out."

"you……"

Shen Yuheng was still panting heavily when she saw Mo Sangyu walking towards her step by step. The aura emanating from her seemed peaceful, but in reality, it was far more terrifying than Rong Xuanci's.

"What...what do you want to do?"