His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

First, we must find out who is the Qing Tong clansman who is secretly colluding with Shen Yuheng.

Secondly, find Yun Xian'er and find out what exactly happened between Yun Wangshu and Rong Yanzhi back then, and why they grew up together but did not fulfill their marriage agreement.

Was there anyone else involved in their relationship?

Only by figuring out the whole story from back then can we find the key clues to her disappearance.

Although Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu both suspected that it might be related to Rong Huaijin, the third master of the Rong clan, it was only a suspicion and they couldn't place all their hopes on this one person.

However, when Mo Sangyu recalled Rong Huaijin, she felt that he was darker and more profound than anyone else she knew.

There was a kind of calm madness about him.

Mo Sangyu is always very accurate in judging people; he rarely makes mistakes.

City in the Clouds.

As dusk settled, the last rays of the setting sun sank into the sea of ​​clouds.

Yun Yihe knew as soon as the couple stepped into the territory of Cloud City.

His emotions have been extremely unstable lately, and he's been very resentful, but he still managed to do a lot of things despite feeling frustrated.

In his mind, the Cloud Clan was no longer his responsibility, so why should he stay here and do this and that?

If something doesn't belong to him, can't he just not want it?

It really doesn't work!

As long as Feng Xingyu doesn't come back to take over, he won't be able to shake off this burden.

The Yun clan cannot be without a venerable leader, the collateral branches need someone to oversee them, and the foreign tribes need someone to keep them in check.

He felt frustrated and irritable. He wanted to quit and leave countless times, but every time he reached the mountain gate, he would turn back with a dark face.

Despite his resentment, he did everything he was supposed to do and gathered all the information he needed to know.

such as.

Rong Xuan left the Nine Provinces Continent and brought Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu back to Rongjing City.

The day after they returned, which was yesterday, a major event occurred in the Rong tribe.

For some unknown reason, they executed Madam Rong.

Actually, you don't even need to investigate to know that it must be related to that madman, Xiaoyuer.

Xiaoyuer's identity has been officially announced to the world by the Rong Clan. Sure enough, she is the true legitimate daughter of the Rong Clan, and that Rong Feiyan is just an imposter.

None of this matters; it has nothing to do with him.

What he's thinking about now is how to relinquish this position of venerable master.

Inside the main hall, Yun Yihe noticed the couple's arrival and began to think with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Not to be missed.

This time, we must make sure they never return.

"Yun Yao".

Yun Yihe shouted outside, "Give the order to the kitchen to prepare a feast of fine wine and food. I am hosting a treacherous banquet tonight."

Appeal to his emotions and reason with him, and first get the succession ceremony out of the loop. Then, he can go anywhere in the world, free to roam the high mountains and fly freely.

Who knows, he might even be able to bring a wife back with him.

He's getting on in years, and he gets jealous seeing other couples all the time.

As Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu stepped into the mountain gate, Feng Xingyu's eyelids suddenly twitched.

He didn't really want to come back to this place.

It always gave him a sense of constraint, especially after the bloodline restrictions within his body were broken.

As soon as the two entered the mountain gate, they found Yun Yao waiting at the entrance.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Upon seeing them, Yun Yao bowed respectfully, her expression no longer showing the haughtiness she had displayed when she first met them, only... daring not to be presumptuous.

"Your Majesty has prepared wine and dishes in the main hall and respectfully invites Your Majesty and the Empress to join us."

"Oh?"

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Could this be... a trap?"

Yun Yao: "..."

She strategically coughed lightly, her expression immediately calming down: "How could that be? Your Excellency is not that kind of person."

"You are indeed loyal to him."

Mo Sangyu glanced at Yun Yao with a half-smile, his tone neither praising nor mocking.

Yun Yao remained expressionless and stepped aside to make way for her: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, please."

The two followed Yun Yao toward the main hall. Along the way, whenever the Yun clan members saw them, they would lower their heads and give way.

The shadow cast by Feng Xingyu's rampage in the Yun Clan has yet to dissipate.

Inside the main hall.

Yun Yihe was already seated in the main seat.

Today he specially changed into a new robe, dark in color with subtle patterns, which made his face even more handsome.

The table was laden with food and wine, the dishes were exquisite, the aroma of the wine was irresistible, and even the bowls and chopsticks were a set of new porcelain.

He heard footsteps, stood up, and put on a fawning smile.

"You're here?"

His gaze first fell on Mo Sangyu, then subtly shifted away: "Sit."

Feng Xingyu gave him a wary look.

She's all smiles, but you can tell she's up to no good.

"Don't stand, sit down."

Yun Yihe said warmly, "These are all specially prepared for you. Congratulations to Xiaoyuer... oh no, congratulations to my cousin and her husband on your successful family reunion."

"You're quick to get the news."

Mo Sangyu took the first seat in the guest section, and Feng Xingyu followed suit, his expression indifferent.

"Come."

Yun Yihe bought each of them a glass of wine, picked up his glass, and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Have a drink first."

Feng Xingyu picked up his wine glass but didn't drink. "Do you think we're the kind of people who can sit down and drink together?"

Yun Yihe's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Oh dear, it was my cousin's fault before. We became friends after the fight, you know. I hurt you guys, but you beat me up pretty badly too. We're all family, don't be so petty. There's nothing a drink can't solve. If one doesn't work, then two!"

After saying that, he boldly downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, then poured himself another full glass and drank it down in one go again.

"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

"I know what you're thinking."

Feng Xingyu suddenly scoffed, a mocking smile playing on his thin lips: "But I advise you, don't even think about it, it's impossible."

The refusal was swift and decisive, silencing any further words he might say.

Yun Yihe's smile vanished: "I haven't said anything yet."

"Even if you tell me, I won't agree, so you might as well save your breath and stop talking."

"But this is your responsibility. You are a direct descendant of the Yun clan. Why should I be the one doing the work?"

"That's not what you thought back then," Feng Xingyu said mercilessly. "You haven't forgotten why you went to such lengths to kill me, have you?"

"you……"

Yun Yihe slammed his wine glass down on the table, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes, I was blinded by greed back then and forced myself to take what didn't belong to me."

"But for so many years, I've single-handedly supported the Cloud Clan. Even if I haven't done anything particularly meritorious, I've certainly put in a lot of hard work. Haven't I done enough? But in reality, it's not mine!"

"Now that things have come to this, I don't blame anyone. There's no use complaining about the bloodline. I just want to return it to you now..."

"I don't want to," Feng Xingyu said, rejecting the idea outright.

Yun Yihe: "..."

What's wrong? He won't listen to reason!

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all.

His gaze shifted to Mo Sangyu, who seemed completely unaffected, preoccupied only with eating and drinking.

This woman is heartless.

Don't look at me.

Mo Sangyu paused, his chopsticks still holding his food, and said indifferently, "It's his decision, I won't interfere."

"Little Fish..."

He had barely uttered the call when Feng Xingyu shot him a glare, and he immediately corrected himself, "Cousin-in-law!"

Mo Sangyu sighed softly and advised, "Just bear with it a little longer. Once the next successor appears, you will be free."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

The Yun Clan has only produced one complete successor in several generations; the next one might not appear for hundreds of years…

After a long silence, he said resentfully, "You just don't want me to have an easy time."

"..."

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu exchanged a glance but neither responded.

Don't actually break through their defenses, or they'll just abandon you and run away, which would be a real problem.

"It's not that we don't want to take over, but the Great Chen Kingdom on the Nine Provinces Continent is just starting out. We really can't manage both. Please bear with us a little longer, cousin."

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu call him "cousin," Yun Yihe's expression froze slightly. He then turned his head and said somewhat awkwardly, "Don't think that just because you call me 'cousin,' I'll agree to your request."

Feng Xingyu glanced at Mo Sangyu, his expression not very pleasant.

Cousin my foot.

Whether you agree or not isn't that important.

"..."

Yun Yihe downed another cup, leaned back in his chair, and looked like a dried-out salted fish.

I must have been out of my mind to provoke those two devils.

That's utterly disgraceful!

After a moment, he gave up and resignedly asked, "Tell me, what brings you back this time?"

After saying that, she gave Feng Xingyu a disgruntled look: "You didn't come all this way just to see me."

Since he had asked, Feng Xingyu said directly, "I want to see all the Qing Tong clan members."

"all?"

"Um."

Yun Yihe glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

He summoned Yun Yao and gave her a few instructions.

Yun Yao accepted the order and left. In less than half an hour, all the Qing Tong clan members of the Yun clan were summoned to the square in front of the main hall.

Yunfeng stood at the front, his expression calm, but a hint of tension was hidden in his eyes.

Yun Jin stood beside him, looking around with curiosity.

The others stood in rows, a large, solemn group, all looking bewildered as to what had happened.

Feng Xingyu stood at the entrance of the palace, his gaze sweeping over the Qing Tong clansmen.

The puppet aura sensed at Master Rong's residence was among this group of people.

Others might not be able to discern this aura, but as the heir of the entire Yun clan, Feng Xingyu knew immediately who this person was at a glance.

Mo Sangyu stood beside him, her gaze fixed on Yun Feng.

Yun Yihe leaned back in his chair in the hall, holding a wine cup, drinking and watching the excitement.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what brings you here?"

Yun Jin was quite happy to see Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, but when he saw their slightly serious expressions, he was puzzled: "What happened?"

Yun Yihe also wanted to know what had happened.

He observed the expressions of Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, and then his gaze fell on Yun Feng.

Could it be that Yunfeng did something to offend them?

Feng Xingyu's gaze was like a cold blade, piercing straight through the crowd and landing precisely on Yun Feng without the slightest deviation.

That gaze was icy and piercing, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression that instantly froze Yunfeng's blood, causing his fingers to tremble uncontrollably.

He tried to remain calm, but his hands, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly.

He steeled himself and stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Feng Xingyu, his voice strained to remain calm: "Your Majesty has summoned us, the Qingtong clan, what is the purpose of your summons?"

"What is it about?"

Mo Sangyu leaned against the palace door, her fingers lightly stroking her sleeve, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Yunfeng, even now, are you still going to play dumb? Shouldn't you explain your secret collusion with Shen Yuheng to murder the previous matriarch of the Rong clan and seize the body of the eldest daughter?"

His words stirred up a huge wave of discussion.

All eyes turned to Yunfeng, some in shock, some in doubt, and some in disbelief.

This usually calm and reliable leader, who had led them for many years, was actually in cahoots with the wife of the second master of the Rong clan.

How...how is this possible?

The most unbelievable person is Yun Jin.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Yunfeng beside him in astonishment, his voice filled with shock: "Brother, is...is this real?"

Even Yun Yihe frowned slightly.

Yunfeng has been with him for so many years, how come he didn't know when he got involved with Madam Rong?

Yunfeng's expression changed slightly.

He knew that Shen Yuheng was dead, and he had been completely exposed as well. There was no room for maneuver now.

Today, if he wants to survive, he has no choice but to fight for his life.

"I have nothing to say!"

Yunfeng's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He suddenly took several steps back, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and he chanted obscure and difficult-to-understand puppet incantations.

In an instant, dust billowed around the plaza, and several black puppets, exuding a chilling aura, burst from the ground.

The puppet's body was as hard as iron, and its sharp claws gleamed coldly as it frantically pounced on Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu.

"Kill them!"

Yunfeng roared and controlled the puppet to launch a fierce attack, attempting to use the puppet's power to fight his way out and escape from this place.

Everyone was shocked and retreated to make way. Yun Yihe also sat up straight, put down his wine cup, and looked at the scene with a solemn expression.

Faced with the menacing and menacing puppet, Feng Xingyu remained calm, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Unable to repent and correct his mistakes!

He remained motionless, only slowly raising one hand, his palm gathering a vast and unparalleled array of Cloud Clan abilities.

The supernatural power flickered with red mist, carrying a world-destroying pressure that enveloped the entire square, making everyone present feel suffocated and suppressing their spiritual energy to the point of being unable to circulate.

The puppets that were rushing towards them froze in their tracks under this oppressive force, unable to advance even an inch further.

Feng Xingyu gently clenched his fingers, and a series of ear-piercing explosions rang out.

Those puppets that Yunfeng considered incredibly powerful and invincible were as fragile as paper, instantly shattering under his special power.

It turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

There was not even a sliver of room for resistance.

However, the crisis was completely resolved in an instant.

The square was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

All the Cloud Clan members and the Azure Eye Clan members stared at Feng Xingyu in disbelief, their faces filled with extreme shock and awe.

They stood frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.

They crushed the incredibly powerful puppet with ease, their effortless and crushing strength completely overturning their understanding of the world.

Is this the true power of the entire lineage of the Cloud Clan's heirs?

Horror!

A look of shock flashed across Yun Yihe's eyes. He silently sat back down, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.

His self-righteous sense of power turned out to be nothing but a joke.

Yunfeng watched as the puppet he had painstakingly crafted vanished in an instant. His face turned ashen, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

All his reliance on Feng Xingyu proved to be utterly insignificant, leaving him no chance to even struggle.

Feng Xingyu stepped forward slowly, his aura intensifying. He looked coldly at Yun Feng, who was slumped on the ground: "Will you confess yourself, or shall we use some special method?"

Yunfeng lowered his head and sneered, "Even if I confess willingly, you won't let me go, will you?"