His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Having grown accustomed to seeing Mo Sangyu dressed so conservatively lately, the sudden change to such a seductive and sexy outfit was undoubtedly a huge visual shock to Feng Xingyu.

Mo Sangyu looked down.

She was wearing a slip dress underneath, which only reached her upper thighs, but she was also wearing a matching silk robe over it.

She wasn't wearing pants, just showing her legs.

Is this man really that serious?

"Okay, I'll go back and change."

Meeting Feng Xingyu's dangerous and burning gaze, Mo Sangyu, who had been celibate for a year, found herself somewhat unable to resist.

She turned and went back to her bedroom. When she came out again, she was wearing a pair of pants.

Feng Xingyu was somewhat disappointed.

I should have kept quiet.

"What name did you think of for your daughter?" Mo Sangyu asked again.

He put down the bottle, took out a tissue, and carefully wiped his daughter's mouth before looking up, his voice slightly hoarse: "What do you think of calling her Feng Zhaozhao?"

Feng Zhaozhao?

Justice is clear and the truth is aboveboard.

Heaven may be blind, but this family will live a bright and glorious life.

"That's good, let's call her Zhaozhao."

It sounds ordinary, but the meaning is good.

Mo Sangyu walked over and sat down beside him, her gaze falling on Xiao Zhaozhao's face.

Such cute pink dumplings.

Is this such an obedient baby really a little devil?

She was quite fussy in the womb, but in the two days since she was born, she has been exceptionally well-behaved and adorable, not making a fuss at all.

"No need to look, the demonic energy in her body is very heavy, and her spiritual power is also extremely strong. She will need to be properly guided in the future," Feng Xingyu said in a deep voice.

"Um."

Mo Sangyu understood.

The stronger a person is, the more important their values ​​and character become.

Without proper guidance, this extraordinary power could indeed become a catastrophe that destroys the world.

Mo Sangyu stretched out her finger and gently tapped her daughter's soft little nose, her tone serious: "Although Heaven cannot tolerate her, we still have to teach her well. I don't want her to save the world in the future, I just want her to be able to distinguish right from wrong and stay true to herself."

"With us here, she won't go astray."

Feng Xingyu grasped her mischievous fingers, kissed them, and said in a gentle yet firm tone, "Even if she really causes trouble in the future, I'll be there to support her even if the sky falls."

Mo Sangyu chuckled, withdrew her hand, and gently pushed him: "Hurry up and put Zhaozhao to sleep, I'm going out to check on things."

Feng Xingyu knew what she wanted to see and didn't stop her: "Okay."

roof.

The night breeze carried a slight chill. Mo Sangyu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the deep, boundless sky.

Some time ago, the unusual lightning that had been lingering overhead and occasionally exploding suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Mo Sangyu's gaze narrowed slightly.

According to the due date, the time for the heavenly tribulation to descend had not yet arrived, but Zhao Zhao had already been born ahead of schedule. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the Heavenly Dao to be completely unaware of this.

This unusual phenomenon requires even greater caution.

If they fight back with all their might, they might be able to gain a chance of survival under this world-destroying heavenly lightning. But if they are unprepared, the result will only be utter destruction.

She gazed at the seemingly calm night sky above her, its inky blackness like thick inkstone liquid, pressing heavily on her head, obscuring even the stars, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

Recalling the image of lightning striking the baby in my mind, I still dared not be careless.

Mo Sangyu gathered her spiritual power and added several more layers of restrictions to the defensive array that Feng Xingyu had originally set up.

The light flashed past the edge of the formation, and the entire formation instantly became impregnable.

If a heavenly tribulation of this magnitude were to truly descend, it would certainly not be without warning.

She carefully sensed the surroundings for a moment, and only after confirming that she was temporarily safe did she slowly exhale.

Go back inside.

Under the warm yellow light, Feng Xingyu lay on his side on the big bed, gently patting the little pink ball beside him with his large palm.

Little Zhao Zhao was fast asleep. The newborn baby was as delicate as a porcelain doll, her face buried in the soft pillow, occasionally smacking her lips and making soft humming sounds.

Hearing the noise, Feng Xingyu raised his eyes and silently mouthed, "Just fell asleep."

Mo Sangyu tiptoed over and sat down beside him.

Feng Xingyu carefully tucked the corner of the blanket in, then gently touched the back of his daughter's neck to make sure she wasn't sweating before he felt relieved.

He got up very quietly, grabbed the water glass from the bedside table, and handed it to Mo Sangyu's lips: "Have some water, it's windy outside, moisten your throat."

Mo Sangyu took two sips from his hand, her gaze falling on his enchanting yet gentle eyes, a warm feeling rising in her heart.

"The diaper was just changed, so I'll probably have to breastfeed again tonight."

Feng Xingyu's deep voice was extremely low, with a hint of doting huskiness: "I'll watch over you, you can sleep peacefully."

Mo Sangyu watched him skillfully tidy up the clutter around the crib, wrapping any potentially bumpy edges with soft cloth. His meticulous care made her smile. "Alright, thank you for your hard work, Daddy Feng."

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, reached out and pulled her into his arms, rubbing his chin against the top of her head: "What's this? You carried her for ten months, which was much harder than for me. Besides, you're responsible for giving birth, and I'm responsible for taking care of her. This is my responsibility as a husband and father."

Mo Sangyu leaned closer to him.

Previously, she had never thought of relying on others, but with Feng Xingyu, she didn't know when it started, but it seemed that as long as he was there, she found that she didn't have to think about anything.

He made her heart feel more at ease and secure.

"After we register Zhaozhao's household registration, let's go back to Cangxuan Realm and hold the wedding." Seeing her silence, Feng Xingyu looked down at her and asked in a low voice.

"Um."

This time, Mo Sangyu responded decisively.

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy appeared in Feng Xingyu's eyes.

A few more days passed.

The sea remained calm.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu made a list of the items Zhaozhao needed. In addition, they also prepared some gifts for everyone, and the couple took the time to buy them all.

Next, they registered Zhaozhao's household registration and transferred Feng Xingyu's household registration over.

With the help of special measures, the household registration booklet was successfully obtained.

When Feng Xingyu saw the names of a family of three on a household registration book, he gently stroked the thin page with his fingertips, and a ripple of emotion welled up in his eyes.

That feeling was wonderful.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him staring blankly at the household registration book, Mo Sangyu couldn't help but wave her hand in front of his eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "What's so interesting about a household registration book?"

Feng Xingyu snapped out of his daze and carefully put the household registration book into his inner pocket, as if it were something more precious than any peerless magic treasure.

He also has their marriage certificate.

He looked up at her, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, whispering, "Ayu, having you two in my life has made my life worthwhile."

Mo Sangyu leaned against his strong chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and her heart melted completely.

Yes.

Worth it.

"Alright, stop getting sentimental."

Mo Sangyu patted his shoulder and said with a relaxed smile, "Hurry up and pack your things. We should prepare to return to Cangxuan Realm. Zhaozhao's 100-day celebration and our wedding are both waiting."

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly and placed a light kiss on her forehead: "Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

Over the next few days, the two of them took care of the increasingly plump Xiao Zhaozhao while methodically packing their belongings.

The gifts prepared for everyone were also sorted and packaged one by one.

Everything is ready; we're just waiting to set off.

Before setting off, Feng Xingyu sent a message to Chu Canglan, informing him that they were returning to the Nine Provinces Continent.

The message was sent out, but it seemed to have sunk without a trace.

Feng Xingyu frowned and dialed the number again.

The phone can't get through.

He tried several times, and the result was the same each time, before he realized that something was wrong.

"Can't get in touch?" Mo Sangyu walked over carrying Zhao Zhao and asked when she saw his strange expression.

Feng Xingyu put down his phone and shook his head: "I couldn't get through. I contacted him a few days ago and told him about Zhao Zhao. He was shocked. He didn't know you were pregnant before he left. He even said he would come back in a couple of days to see Zhao Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Wait a few more days," she said.

Feng Xingyu nodded.

However, three days passed, then five days passed.

Still no word.

"Never mind, let's go back first, and I'll come back to find him later."

The couple left him a message and a letter in the house. If he comes back to find them, he will definitely come back to this house.

Mo Sangyu inspected the room.

She paid the water, electricity, and property management fees for three years in one go, and cleaned out the food in the refrigerator.

After everything was ready, the couple changed back into their ancient costumes, and holding Zhao Zhao and Bai Tuanzi, they were about to activate the time tunnel.

"etc."

Suddenly, Mo Sangyu sensed something.

It's a jade pendant!

The jade pendant she always carried with her.

Mo Sangyu took it out of her body, and it was slightly warm at the moment, exuding an extremely weak but strangely familiar power fluctuation.

She held the jade pendant in her palm; its warm, smooth texture and faint glow flickered like some ancient signal, striking her heart again and again.

She looked up at Feng Xingyu, and a strange light flashed in both of their eyes.

"This jade pendant..."

Mo Sangyu paused slightly, her fingertips gently tracing the patterns on the jade pendant: "Was it a connection my father intentionally transmitted through this jade pendant?"

She wasn't quite sure.

Feng Xingyu held Zhao Zhao in his arms, leaned closer to her, and looked down at the jade pendant, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You mean, your father-in-law might be here too?"

Mo Sangyu shook her head: "I don't know... but the jade pendant wouldn't react for no reason. Feng Xingyu, what if it really is Father using the jade pendant to find us..."

Her voice carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

She longs to find her father, and... her mother.

Although she didn't know if her mother was still alive, the woman whose face was so blurry in her memory, the one who died giving birth to her and protecting her—if they could find them…

She wanted to make amends in every way she could.

"Ayu."

Seeing that she was emotional, Feng Xingyu freed one hand and placed it on her shoulder, gently kneading it. His warm palm carried a reassuring power.

"Don't rush."

His voice was deep and steady, like a reassuring balm: "Try it, see if you can sense any other useful information?"

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath, suppressed her surging emotions, and slowly closed her eyes.

She infused the jade pendant with spiritual power, and the faint fluctuations followed the spiritual power into her sea of ​​consciousness, like a faint thread, guiding her perception to extend in a certain direction.

From vague and distant to gradually becoming clear.

About ten minutes later, she opened her eyes, which were now clear.

"I sensed it."

Mo Sangyu's voice tightened slightly: "About a thousand miles away in the direction of the South City, there is a place called Qiyun Town. The energy fluctuations of the jade pendant are coming from the edge of that direction."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu replied almost without hesitation: "Then let's go to Qiyun Town first."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, then at Zhao Zhao, who was sleeping soundly in his arms: "But..."

"Don't worry, as long as the three of us are together, no matter what hardships we go through, we will overcome them together." Feng Xingyu held her hand, their fingers intertwined.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Mo Sangyu nodded gently: "Okay."

She looked down at the jade pendant in her palm, and with a gentle flick, a stream of light flashed, and the packed luggage disappeared into thin air, being absorbed into the void of her sea of ​​consciousness.

Guixu is the place where all things return to.

She doesn't usually use it, but it came in handy now.

"Can living creatures be kept in the Ruins of Return?" Feng Xingyu suddenly asked.

Mo Sangyu was taken aback: "No, what's wrong?"

There is no air in the Ruins of Return.

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes and looked at the white dumpling lazily swishing its tail at his feet, and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

The white dumpling seemed to sense the disdain in his words, and let out a dissatisfied "woof," nudging Mo Sangyu's leg with its head.

Mo Sangyu chuckled, bent down, scooped up the white dumpling, and weighed it in her hand: "Alright, it's not that heavy, let's go."

Feng Xingyu held his daughter in one arm and wrapped his other arm around her waist, whispering, "Hold on tight, clear the way."

It's black in front of you.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in an unfamiliar world.

As dusk settled, the last rays of the setting sun slowly sank into the distant mountains, painting the sky in varying shades of crimson and orange.

Mo Sangyu held the white dumpling, squinted slightly, and looked at the ancient town in front of her.

Qiyun Town.

It's called a town, but it's more like a landscape scroll cut out from an ancient painting.

The bluestone path winds forward, with houses built on both sides against the mountain, layer upon layer, arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

Dark tiles and white walls, flying eaves and upturned corners.

The carved wooden window frames were half-open, and strings of red lanterns hung under the eaves, swaying gently in the twilight.

At first glance, it looks like you've traveled back to ancient times.

Upon closer inspection, however, the quaint-looking street lamp in the corner emits an incandescent light.

On the outer wall of the riverside teahouse, there is an electronic display screen that scrolls through today's menu.

Tourists were taking pictures of the distant waterfall with their phones, the flashes going off one after another.

Ancient and modern, old and new, are wonderfully intertwined here, yet they do not seem abrupt.

"It's quite an interesting place." Feng Xingyu stood beside her, his gaze sweeping lightly over the surroundings.

Zhao Zhao was in his arms, her little face buried in the swaddling clothes, still fast asleep and not making a sound.

Mo Sangyu didn't reply, her gaze passing over the layers of rooftops and landing on the mountain behind the ancient town.

The mountain was very high, hidden in the deep twilight, with only a dark blue-green outline visible, like a lurking beast silently looking down at the bustling world below.

Above the mountainside, clouds and mist swirl around, and waterfalls can be vaguely seen cascading down.

The white, ribbon-like water shimmered with a silvery-gray light in the twilight. The sound of the water was diluted by the distance, leaving only a faint rumble, like distant thunder.

As darkness fell, lights began to illuminate the mountain one by one.

It wasn't the glaring neon lights of the city, but a warm, dim, and dappled light.

Stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside, it looks as if someone had scattered a handful of gold fragments on the dark green mountain.

Even with thousands of lights shining, this is nothing more than this.

"This place is so beautiful."

Mo Sangyu gave a soft sigh of praise, then looked down at the jade pendant in her hand.

It no longer emitted light, but the faint sensation remained, like an invisible thread pulling her mind toward the mountain behind the ancient town.

"The jade pendant's power lies within that great mountain."