His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu scoffed coldly: "I'm afraid he won't dare to come."

If he hadn't been worried about Ayu, he wouldn't have let him go after only three punches.

He should have been killed outright.

Once it's dead, it won't cause any more trouble.

Even so, Feng Xingyu still took Mo Sangyu to Qingyue Kingdom.

He teleported back and forth three times in a short period of time, without showing any signs of strain.

The couple returned to the Qingyue Palace. No one outside knew that they had already traveled back and forth between Dachen and Qingyue in such a short time.

The door was opened.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu came out from inside, while Xiao Ling remained outside, guarding them closely. Xiao Yan also came over and was currently talking to Lu Jin and Yu Chengwei in the corridor.

Hearing the door open, the four of them looked over at the same time.

The next instant, Lu Jin and Yu Chengwei immediately looked away.

"Doesn't His Majesty usually come at night?"

Yu Chengwei asked Lu Jin with his expression and eyes, "The Empress was just carried back by His Majesty. Will something happen to her on this trip?"

"Do they look like something's wrong to you?" It's amazing that Lu Jin understood almost everything, and he responded with the same expression and eyes.

Yu Chengwei silently uttered an "Oh".

Xiao Yan, standing nearby, looked at the two suspiciously: "General Lu, Lord Yu, what kind of riddle are you two playing?"

"No," Yu Chengwei shrugged, of course he wouldn't admit it.

This was an unspoken understanding between him and Lao Lu; they couldn't tell outsiders.

Xiao Ling glanced at Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu with complicated emotions, a smile plastered on her face, but it was a dry one.

"Hehehe... Um, Your Highness and the Shadow Guard have a pretty good relationship, huh?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, she was so frightened that she immediately fell silent.

You're so sharp-tongued! Why did you say something you shouldn't have?

Xiao Yan, who was on the other side, was also startled when he heard this. He was secretly annoyed with Xiao Ling. These words should have been kept to himself. How could she say them out loud?

The brother and sister both lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other again.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu realized that it was a misunderstanding.

Although Feng Xingyu was wearing a mask, he could not hide the tenderness and doting in his eyes.

They didn't care at all about the misunderstanding between Xiao Yan and his sister.

You feel pretty good about cheating on yourself, right?

Mo Sangyu was utterly speechless.

"Princess Xiao Ling, you've had a long day."

"It's not hard at all."

This is for my own family, Xiao Ling can't possibly accept the word "hard work".

Besides, he just said the wrong thing.

"Your Majesty, I..."

"It's alright, I'm back now. You and the prince can go back first, do nothing, just wait for news."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan exchanged a glance, a look of seriousness flashing in their eyes.

"it is good."

Xiao Ling nodded solemnly, said nothing more, and the brother and sister turned and left.

"General Lu, you and Lord Yu can now set off for home. Take the Imperial Guards with you and leave tonight."

Yu Chengwei exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"

So... he was sent back?

He wanted to say that, apart from being scared half to death, what purpose had he served by coming here?

Lu Jin was also somewhat surprised.

"Your Majesty, you..."

He glanced at Feng Xingyu before continuing, "Aren't you coming along?"

"We still have some things to take care of," Feng Xingyu said. "You guys go first."

"Yes."

Lu Jin had no further objections. After responding, he immediately turned around and went back to pack his things.

Yu Chengwei bowed to Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, then hurriedly caught up with them.

On the way back, we'll still need General Lu's protection; he needs to stay close.

After they left, Mo Sangyu turned to the man beside her and said softly, "Come with me somewhere."

Feng Xingyu nodded, naturally taking her hand, his aura subtly dissipating.

The two traversed the depths of the palace, heading straight for the Qingyue King's bedchamber.

At this moment, the emperor's sleeping quarters were under heavy guard, and the palace was packed with people.

Several palace physicians surrounded the bed, their brows furrowed and shaking their heads repeatedly. Several witch doctors dressed in strange clothes also stood nearby, their faces extremely solemn.

The Queen sat on a chair by the bed, her eyes red and swollen. The Imperial Concubine stood behind her, as did the young Crown Prince. A group of people were guarding outside the door, and Xiao Ling and Xiao Yan had also arrived.

The couple walked in unnoticed, and no one noticed them.

The atmosphere inside the hall was extremely oppressive, and everyone was at a loss.

"His Majesty's breath is growing weaker and weaker; medicine is useless, and even the sorcery of shamans cannot suppress his decline."

"Quickly! Send someone to invite the Holy Maiden to the palace immediately. Only she might be able to save the King's life!"

Someone gave an urgent order, and the palace servants stumbled and ran outside.

Just then, an elderly palace physician suddenly pressed down on Prince Qingyue's wrist, his pupils dilating slightly.

"etc!"

Everyone immediately looked over.

The palace physician repeatedly examined the pulse, then said with surprise and uncertainty, "The pulse... has stabilized, it's no longer weakening, the condition has stopped deteriorating!"

Everyone in the hall was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

Just now, the king was clearly on the verge of death, barely breathing. How did he suddenly stabilize?

Hidden in the shadows, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu witnessed everything and slowly approached the bed.

She lowered her eyes to look at the dying Qingyue King, and condensed a wisp of spiritual power between her fingers to probe him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu was so angry that he laughed.

Last night, after the King of Qingyue stopped taking his medicine, Mo Sangyu left the Heart of the Secret Realm in his bedroom.

Previously, Ya Zi was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but with the help of the Heart of the Secret Realm, he was able to restore his heartbeat and pulse in just a few hours, escaping death.

But when it came to King Qingyue, he could only barely stay alive, with no improvement whatsoever.

It's not that the Heart of the Secret Realm has stopped working, but rather that it's being continuously drained away through King Qingyue's body.

The royal fortune and remaining life force of the King of Qingyue were completely plundered by an invisible force.

Continuous and ever-renewing.

What kind of curse is this?

It seems the root of the problem lies beneath the imperial tomb.

That man in red is the Grand Preceptor of Qingyue Kingdom.

Everyone thought he was the one supporting the fate of the Qingyue Kingdom, and they were extremely grateful to him and respected him greatly. In fact, he was the culprit who caused the Qingyue royal family's monarchs to die young generation after generation.

Mo Sangyu gave Feng Xingyu a look, and Feng Xingyu understood and immediately led her away from the bedchamber.

Once they reached a quiet place, Feng Xingyu asked, "Are you sure?"

"Um."

A cold glint flashed in Mo Sangyu's eyes: "It was that Imperial Preceptor who did it. The entire Qingyue royal family, especially the fortune, vitality, and lifespan of all the emperors throughout history, have become his nourishment for his own cultivation."

How can you be sure?

"We discovered the problem with the imperial tomb this morning. Just now, we sensed that the energy of the Heart of the Secret Realm was flowing away through King Qingyue's body to other places. I was able to track that energy down to the area beneath the imperial tomb."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's thin lips curled into a cold smile, his voice as icy as ice: "You really didn't hit him hard enough. I should have killed him back then. Now that he's on guard, I'm afraid..."

"No rush."

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes, the coldness from before fading from them, replaced by a sly smile that exuded a wicked and arrogant charm.

"Let's go to the imperial mausoleum first, destroy the foundation upon which he relies for cultivation, and then it won't be too late to take his life."

"That thing is the foundation upon which he plundered the fortune of the Qingyue royal family and absorbed life force. Once his foundation is shattered, at least half of his cultivation will be lost."

Her eyes sharpened, and her smile turned icy: "At that time, the power of absorption on the Qingyue King will be severed, and he will be able to save his life. The curse that has plagued the Qingyue royal family for a hundred years will also be broken on its own."

Looking at the lively yet defiant look in her eyes, Feng Xingyu's gaze was full of doting and indulgence. He reached out and firmly held her waist: "I'll listen to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Mo Sangyu flashed and disappeared into the deep palace alleys in an instant.

Imperial Mausoleum.

Beneath the underground palace, it was dark and damp, filled with a heavy, yin energy, yet it was permeated with a rich and pure aura.

On the jade platform at the deepest part of the underground palace, Ye Shuchen, a man in red, sat upright.

He changed into a clean robe, which stood out starkly against the dark ground. His black hair was casually scattered, and his features were extremely feminine, covered with an ancient and unyielding chill.

At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and the energy around his body flowed continuously, gathering from all parts of the void and surging into his meridians and dantian.

Ye Shuchen's lips curled into a greedy and sinister smile, his heart filled with unexpected joy.

It was thought that King Qingyue would soon pass away after his medicine was cut off, and that he could only lie low and consolidate his foundation before the young prince ascended the throne.

Unexpectedly, such a wonderful thing appeared out of nowhere beside King Qingyue, allowing him to absorb spiritual energy even stronger than dragon energy.

At this rate of cultivation, his cultivation level will break through the shackles and reach a higher level in less than three days.

The images of Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu involuntarily surfaced in his mind, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

That despicable couple.

I never imagined they would end up on such a lowly continent...

However, the way they looked at him was completely unfamiliar, as if they didn't recognize him at all.

That's right. Since they've all ended up here, their strength must have been greatly diminished, and they're no longer what they used to be, just like him.

This morning, he was caught off guard because he wasn't prepared.

Once he has greatly improved his cultivation with the help of this mysterious power, the day he emerges from seclusion will be the day he takes his revenge.

We must avenge today's humiliation and all that has happened in the past a thousandfold!

At this moment, Song Xianya walked in timidly.

Seeing the injury on Ye Shuchen's face, he flinched slightly.

She lowered her head, walked hesitantly, and after one glance, dared not look again.

Even her master, who is so powerful, was injured like this. She should just stay here and hide for a while.

However, Ye Shuchen suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze dark and terrifying, and glanced at him indifferently: "Why are you still here? Hurry back to the palace and keep an eye on the king for me. Don't let him die, at least let him hold on for three more days."

"Master."

Song Xianya said pitifully, "That woman from Da Chen and her shadow guards are still in the palace. That man is very powerful, and I am no match for him. Going back now would be suicide."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuchen's breath hitched.

"Useless thing, get out!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly noticed something unusual happening outside the imperial mausoleum.

It's them?

Why are you here again?

Ye Shuchen was both surprised and annoyed, but then a wild and sinister smile crept onto his face.

"Alright, since we're here, let's deal with them first."

He stopped Song Xianya, who was about to leave, and coldly ordered, "In a moment, I will deal with the man. You find an opportunity to take care of the woman. Don't worry, she seems to have some health issues. You should be more than capable of handling her."

"…ah?"

Song Xianya doubted her master's words, but when she met his gaze, she immediately replied, "Alright, disciple will do her best."

That woman can easily deal with the zombies she created; can she be easy to handle?

But if we don't get rid of them, it will be a real problem.

The two went out one after the other.

As soon as Ye Shuchen reached the exit of the underground palace, his expression changed drastically.

The protective array he had painstakingly set up over several years was easily broken by someone.

It didn't even cause a ripple!

Anger surged into his heart instantly, and his dark eyes were filled with ferocity.

Those two persistent nuisances just had to come and ruin his good time!

Ye Shuchen stormed out, saw Feng Xingyu, and was about to attack him without saying a word.

Mo Sangyu took two steps back, as if to say, "Go."

She will find an opportunity to enter the imperial mausoleum and destroy the evil magic array that has been draining the Qingyue royal family's fortune and lifespan.

Feng Xingyu leaped into the air and went straight to meet him.

The two powerful figures instantly clashed, exchanging blows in the air.

The wind howled through the surrounding pine forest, casting crisscrossing shadows. Standing below, Mo Sangyu could not see the two fighting at all.

Hiding in the shadows, Song Xianya's eyes were as cold and venomous as a snake's, fixed on Mo Sangyu, who stood alone.

She was very cautious and dared not confront them head-on, so she could only look for opportunities to launch sneak attacks.

Seeing that Mo Sangyu seemed to be focused on the battle above and hadn't noticed her, Song Xianya relaxed a little.

The cultivation technique she practiced was extremely sinister, and a black demonic chrysanthemum quietly condensed in her hand.

The petals slowly unfurled and drifted away, silently and without a trace, towards the ink mulberry tree.

This thing can disturb the mind and control one's consciousness.

She held her breath and observed for a long time, seeing that Mo Sangyu stood quietly in place, motionless for a long while.

Song Xianya was overjoyed, thinking that she must have been brought under control.

She slowly emerged from behind the tree, approaching Mo Sangyu step by step, gripping the dagger at her waist, and decisively stabbed it towards his heart.

But just as the dagger was being handed over, something unexpected happened.

Her hand seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and her wrist holding the dagger suddenly twisted.

The sharp tip of the knife was instantly aimed at her own chest.

The expression on Mo Sangyu's face that Song Xianya saw.

That was simply... even more wicked than her master, with a hint of crazy excitement in his eyes.

be cheated!

This woman is not so easy to deal with at all.

She shouldn't have believed her master's words.

Song Xianya quickly used her other wrist to firmly grasp her own, barely managing to prevent the dagger from piercing her heart.

"That was all a misunderstanding."

While trying to break free of her restraints, she used flattery and ingratiating words: "I was just passing by when I saw Your Majesty in a daze. I thought Your Majesty was possessed by some evil spirit and wanted to help you."

"Yeah?"

Mo Sangyu's red lips curled slightly.

With a pure and aloof face, he revealed an extremely wicked smile.

Song Xianya felt a cold sweat pouring down her back.

Who is this person? How can they be even more evil than her, who practices evil arts?

Fortunately, she finally managed to control her hand and turned to run without hesitation.

Just as Mo Sangyu was about to chase after him, Feng Xingyu returned to her side.

She stopped moving on her own initiative, and calmly pointed to Song Xianya's frantically fleeing figure, and ordered, "Grab her."

Feng Xingyu is very obedient.

However, they did not completely obey.

His figure blurred, a cold light flashed, and the sword in his hand pierced right through Song Xianya.

Mo Sangyu: "..."

"The man has already escaped, but I still have to kill one of them."

Mo Sangyu didn't say anything, but quickly walked over, turned Song Xianya's body around, ignored the shock and fear on her face, and entered her brain before she was completely dead.

Retrieve memories.

She felt that the man in red looked somewhat familiar, and before killing him, she wanted to see just what kind of monster he was.

Seeing Mo Sangyu's actions, Feng Xingyu tensed up slightly: "Ayu..."

He wanted to stop her, but it was too late. He couldn't interrupt her, so he could only keep a close eye on her and feel the changes in her body.

Fortunately, there were no abnormalities.

Fifteen minutes later.

Song Xianya's body went limp and collapsed.

With a swift movement, Mo Sangyu sent her soul to where it was meant to be.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and then picked her up: "I won't let you misuse your spiritual power. You're being disobedient, aren't you...?"

"listen."

Mo Sangyu wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, stopping him from saying anything more: "I'll listen to you next time."