His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

With Mo Sangyu's soul exploring so extensively, and given that this secret realm belonged to him, it was no surprise that he was discovered.

As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Huaijin appeared in front of the two of them.

"I underestimated you."

"Third Uncle."

Mo Sangyu waved at him: "You're really something, how long are you planning to hide him?"

"Whom have I been hiding?"

Even now that things have come to this point, Rong Huaijin still refuses to admit it.

There was no trace of panic on his face; apart from a calm gloom, if there was any other emotion, it was his anger at their uninvited arrival.

"This is my private space, please leave."

"Third Uncle."

Mo Sangyu chuckled lightly, "After all, I'm your own niece. Now that we're here, won't you invite us in for a cup of tea?"

"Xiao Yu".

Rong Huaijin said sternly, "You are your elder brother's biological child. Your third uncle does not want to hurt you. Listen to me and take him away from here. Otherwise, don't blame your third uncle for showing you no mercy."

"With Uncle San's words, I can rest assured."

Showing no mercy is the best approach.

Mo Sangyu turned to look at Feng Xingyu, who had remained silent, and asked in a hushed tone, "Shall we do it, or shall we?"

Feng Xingyu's thin lips curved slightly, his actions telling her that it was naturally him who would come.

However, he knew very well that this secret realm was created by Rong Huaijin, and all the power within it would be at Rong Huaijin's disposal.

In other words, Rong Huaijin's strength would increase several times over if he were here.

That's why Rong Huaijin was so confident when facing Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu.

"Third Master Rong".

Feng Xingyu took a step forward.

With one step, a red mist surged around him, like a boiling sea of ​​blood, turning the open space in front of the pavilion a dark red.

"Hand over my mother, or don't blame me for showing no mercy to the Rong clan."

"Oh."

Rong Huaijin sneered disdainfully, "Overestimating yourself."

Feng Xingyu said no more. His eyes were deep and calm, and the red mist transformed into a blood-red blade, which flew towards Rong Huaijin.

Instead of retreating, Rong Huaijin advanced, raising his hand and causing the air to explode.

An invisible wave of energy spread wildly from the two of them, instantly cracking the ground of the secret realm into a dense spiderweb of ravines. The surrounding jagged rocks shattered in response, and the fragments were swept into the air by the violent energy, only to be crushed into dust in an instant.

Is this the Rong Clan's offensive superpower?

The damage output is indeed terrifying.

Mo Sangyu stood at a distance watching the battle, her face showing no worry but rather excitement.

"It's not too late to leave now."

Rong Huaijin's eyes were as cold as a deep pool, and the madness in them was almost uncontrollable, yet he still strangely maintained the last shred of rationality: "I don't want to hurt you."

"You don't want to hurt us?"

Feng Xingyu's lips curled into a faint mockery, without even flinching.

The Golden Body Technique was activated, and the red mist condensed into armor. The shockwave slammed into him, producing a dull thud, but it failed to harm him in the slightest.

Rong Huaijin frowned slightly, and then swiftly attacked again.

A sharp, invisible blade of light slashed through the void, and the power of the secret realm surged into his body, causing his almost transparent attack power to multiply, with each strike carrying the domineering force to crush everything.

Feng Xingyu remained motionless, his body enveloped in a dazzling golden light that withstood all attacks.

The golden light trembled violently, and cracks spread rapidly. He flashed away, dodging the aftershocks, so fast that he left only a blur.

Immediately, he disappeared into the red mist without a trace.

Stealth?

Rong Huaijin snorted coldly, and the power of the secret realm firmly locked onto Feng Xingyu's aura.

The white spiritual mist transformed into countless sharp blades of energy, sweeping across the entire space indiscriminately, forcing Feng Xingyu, who had concealed his form, to suddenly reveal himself.

His arm was slashed by the air blade, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone.

However, before the blood could even spill out, the wound had already healed rapidly.

Resurrection!

A hint of barely concealed apprehension flashed in Rong Huaijin's eyes, but he still showed no sign of backing down.

The secret realm's blessing fueled his fighting spirit to the heavens. He rapidly formed hand seals, and an even more powerful attack ability condensed into a massive, transparent energy, which slammed down on Feng Xingyu, intending to completely suppress him on this spot.

Feng Xingyu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and all his supernatural abilities erupted, engulfed in a sky full of red mist, colliding violently with the giant white transparent energy palm.

It produced a deafening roar.

The deafening roar shook the entire secret realm.

The sky was dark and the earth undulated violently, as if it were about to collapse and shatter at any moment.

The spiritual veins in the secret realm were completely disturbed by two extreme forces, causing the spiritual energy to rage and destroy everything around them, creating a breathtaking scene.

The entire space began to distort and shatter under the collision of the red mist and the white supernatural power.

The pavilions and waterside terraces in the distance collapsed with a roar, the water in the clear pool was lifted several meters high by the shockwave, flowers and trees were broken, and stones flew everywhere.

Mo Sangyu stood in front of the pavilion, her silver hair fluttering wildly in the air currents.

Looking at the scene before her, she felt that Rong Huaijin's moves... seemed somewhat familiar.

The two were still fighting, the red mist and silver light intertwining, like two giant dragons battling it out.

Every move was deadly, showing no mercy, and all attacks were aimed at the opponent's fatal weaknesses. Every clash brought annihilation.

If this fight continues, and not a single person is killed, this small secret realm might not be able to hold out.

I don't know if it will affect my mother's safety.

Mo Sangyu was hesitating whether to stop it when she saw someone fall from mid-air.

It's obvious who fell.

With such formidable destructive power, neither Feng Xingyu nor Rong Huaijin could avoid injury. However, Feng Xingyu possessed a resurrection technique, which allowed him to heal even the most severe injuries quickly, while Rong Huaijin could not.

really.

Rong Huaijin fell from mid-air, his white robes soaked in blood, turning a glaring crimson.

Feng Xingyu landed right behind him, his body also stained with a lot of blood, but most of it was Rong Huaijin's.

Although he did not bleed, judging from the numerous holes of all sizes in his clothes, those holes would have been bloody wounds left on his body if there were no resurrection spell.

That's really ruthless.

They were both determined to kill each other.

Where is my mother?

Feng Xingyu stood in front of Rong Huaijin, looking down at him: "Where did you tie her up? Tell me."

As soon as Rong Huaijin opened his mouth, blood flowed out, staining his white teeth red. He smiled sinisterly and wickedly, and the obsession and madness in his eyes slowly became apparent.

He chuckled softly, a laugh filled with terror: "No one will take her away from me, Feng Xingyu. Your very existence is the greatest tolerance I can show. She is mine!"

He roared out the last sentence almost frantically.

"It's all because of you!"

Rong Huaijin stared at Feng Xingyu with bloodshot eyes, a deep-seated hatred in them: "Because of you, she has suffered so much harm; because of you, she has endured so much humiliation. What right do you have to come looking for her?"

"It's all because of you...you ruined her!"

"How dare you even come looking for her? You deserve to die!"

Startled by Rong Huaijin's words, Feng Xingyu took two steps back, his eyes flashing with shock and anger: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Upon hearing these words, Mo Sangyu rushed over, staring coldly at Rong Huaijin: "What does this have to do with him?"

"Oh."

Rong Huaijin dropped all pretense, his gaze towards Feng Xingyu filled with undisguised hatred and murderous intent: "Letting you live in this world is already the greatest tolerance I've shown. You want to see her, you want to take her away from me? Only if I die!"

"Then go die!"

Feng Xingyu's red eyes seemed to be dripping blood, filled with a cold and murderous aura. He conjured a long sword in his hand and was about to pierce Rong Huaijin's heart.

"etc."

Mo Sangyu grabbed his wrist: "Don't be impulsive. It's not too late to kill him after we figure out what happened."

Feng Xingyu, who always obeyed his wife's every command, hesitated only for a moment before striking again: "No, I want him dead immediately!"

Just as he finished speaking and was about to make his move, a terrified voice suddenly came from afar: "No!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a needle piercing Feng Xingyu's heart.

His hand holding the sword suddenly stiffened, the tip hovering above Rong Huaijin's heart, about to draw blood if it went in another inch.

He didn't turn around; he seemed frozen in place, even his breathing stopped.

Mo Sangyu turned her head to look.

A woman was running quickly toward them.

She wore a plain white dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face was gentle and beautiful, with soft features. She resembled Feng Xingyu in some ways, but possessed a more composed air of maturity honed by time.

Her eyes were also dark red, like rubies quenched with blood, exactly the same as Feng Xingyu's.

It's Yun Wangshu!

Mo Sangyu looked at that face and those red eyes.

She looked very young, with fair skin and almost no wrinkles.

Yet the mature charm in her eyes and brows tells you at a glance that she is not an innocent girl, but a flower that has weathered storms and still stands tall.

Gentle, yet resilient.

The person they had been searching for for so long suddenly appeared, leaving not only Feng Xingyu but also Mo Sangyu frozen in place.

Upon seeing the scene before her, Yun Wangshu covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes filled with panic.

"Ashu".

Rong Huaijin was covered in blood. When he saw her approaching, the madness in his eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by panic: "Ashu, don't come any closer..."

He struggled to stand up, which aggravated his wound, causing blood to gush out, and he fell back down.

Yun Wangshu rushed over and hugged him tightly, her gentle voice filled with worry and anxiety: "What happened? Who hurt you like this?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, Ashu, don't be afraid."

Rong Huaijin's voice returned to calm as he gently patted her back, patiently reassuring her, "It's just a minor scratch. It looks scary, but don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all."

"You're lying. How could it not hurt if you've lost so much blood?"

Yun Wangshu seemed to know that it was the person standing beside them who had injured Rong Huaijin. She suddenly looked up, wanting to question why he had hurt her, but when she looked up and met Feng Xingyu's red eyes, which were exactly the same as her own, all the expressions on her face froze instantly.

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, his dark red eyes churning with turbulent emotions, his hands clenched into fists.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by tattered cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"you……"

Yun Wangshu slowly stood up. Rong Huaijin tried to take her hand, but she gently pushed him away.

Her gaze fell on Feng Xingyu's face, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his eyebrows and eyes.

"I……"

Her calm expression held a hint of confusion and bewilderment, and her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears: "Do I know you?"

Feng Xingyu was stunned.

Mother, don't you remember him?

Or is it that you don't recognize what he looks like now that he's grown up?

"mother……"

Feng Xingyu opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and unnatural: "Mother."

Mo Sangyu stood aside, watching this scene, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

She looked away and gazed at Rong Huaijin lying on the ground.

Rong Huaijin's gaze remained fixed on Yun Wangshu. The madness and obsession in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only a kind of almost humble, cautious pleading.

He looked at her tears, at her fingers stroking Feng Xingyu's cheek, a flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Upon hearing the word "Mother," Yun Wangshu burst into tears without warning.

She reached out and touched it, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

How could this happen?

Why is she crying?

Why do I feel like there's an empty space in my heart?

It seems she has lost something very important.

"sorry."

Yun Wangshu shook her head, forcing back tears: "I'm sorry, I... I don't remember you..."

"Mother."

Seeing her back away, Feng Xingyu grabbed her arms and pressed them down, his voice as calm as possible as he suppressed the deep pain in his heart: "Look at me again, look at me properly, I am yours..."

"Shut up!"

Rong Huaijin had already struggled to his feet and pulled Yun Wangshu behind him. He looked at Feng Xingyu with a cold gaze: "She already said she doesn't remember you, so don't scare her anymore."

"Mother!"

Feng Xingyu ignored him, his gaze fixed on Yun Wangshu, his red eyes misting over, his voice hoarse: "You really don't remember your son?"

"Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu stepped forward and took his hand: "Don't rush, give her some time."

Feng Xingyu grasped Mo Sangyu's hand in return, feeling the warmth emanating from it, and felt a little better.

He managed to say with difficulty, "...Okay."

Why did his mother forget him?

He will definitely find out the truth!

At this moment, Rong Huaijin, weakened by his serious injuries, almost collapsed again. Yun Wangshu quickly supported him, saying, "Ah Jin, how are you? Come on, I'll take you back to treat your injuries."

After saying that, she half-carried and half-supported Rong Huaijin and walked towards the pavilion.

After taking a few steps, she turned back to look at Feng Xingyu and finally spoke: "You should all come along too."

The attic area has been almost completely razed to the ground.

But there is another barrier inside.

Protected by this barrier, the houses inside were not greatly affected.

This is an exquisite courtyard, not very large, with three or five servants who take care of Yun Wangshu's daily life. In addition, there is a doctor with superb medical skills.

It's clear that Yun Wangshu's relationship with Rong Huaijin... seems to be different from what was previously speculated.

now.

On the couch in the main hall, the doctor was treating Rong Huaijin's wounds.

"What happened? Did you get pricked by a hedgehog?"

While applying the medicine, the doctor complained, "We've used ten bottles of hemostatic ointment. You're really lucky to be alive after losing so much blood."

Rong Huaijin glared at the doctor, afraid of scaring Yun Wangshu: "Don't make it sound so serious, you're making a mountain out of a molehill."

The doctor was speechless, but he couldn't afford to offend him, so he had no choice but to shut up.

Yun Wangshu sat to the side watching him, her eyes full of worry: "You, at your age, how can you still be so impulsive and get into fights?"

As she said this, she looked at Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu standing at the door, and a pang of pain swept through her heart again.

Was that person really her son?

She actually has a son...

So, who is his father?

Isn't it Ah Jin?

If that were the case, he wouldn't have hurt him so badly.

"Don't stand at the door, come in."

Yun Wangshu waved to them: "I have something I want to ask you."