His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Feng Xingyu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly, but it was mixed with a touch of moisture.

He finally got what he'd been waiting for.

"I love you, Ayu."

He lowered his head, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply, with a burning passion and madness finally released after countless years of suppression.

That night in the wooden cabin, the candlelight flickered until dawn.

The night was completely dissolved in the intertwined breaths, and the temperature inside the wooden house rose inch by inch.

He held Mo Sangyu tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones, their souls intertwined seamlessly.

The destiny, tribulations, and debts that once stood between the two vanished in this almost devout and fierce demand.

He kissed her deeply, with a passionate and obsessive intensity, as if she had found something she had lost, swallowing up every soft sob she uttered, leaving only a room filled with tenderness and an intense, lingering affection.

After some time, the sky outside the window gradually began to lighten.

Morning light filtered through the cracks in the window, dappling the bed.

Mo Sangyu was awakened by a slight ache in her neck. She opened her eyes groggily, and the cool and familiar scent of him filled her nostrils.

Feng Xingyu propped his head up with one hand, his deep gaze fixed on her without blinking.

When he saw her wake up, a tender look of affection welled up in his eyes.

"Awake?" His voice still carried the low huskiness characteristic of early morning, revealing a languid feeling after being satisfied.

Mo Sangyu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously shrank further into the blanket, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his arms.

He lowered his head, his warm lips gently brushing against her ear, a hint of nonchalant amusement in his voice: "Ayu, do you remember what you said last night?"

"..."

This man appears to be a virtuous and upright gentleman, but in reality, he's a madman.

Once his memories and divine power were restored, his aloof and ascetic nature returned.

However, the soreness in her body reminded her how fierce the "battle" had been last night.

That's absolutely insane.

To this day, the white and pink dumplings are still kept outside the barrier by him.

I didn't take care of the child all night...

Mo Sangyu shoved him: "Feng Xingyu, are you trying to starve your daughter to death?"

"She's a little devil."

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest coming through the thin fabric of his clothes.

"Don't worry, she won't starve."

Before she could finish speaking, he pressed himself against her relentlessly, his warm breath spraying all over her neck, his tone full of wicked tenderness: "But I'm not full yet."

"..."

Before Mo Sangyu could react, he rolled over and pressed her into the soft bedding. The morning light fell from above her head, gilding his silhouette with a light gold.

He was backlit, his red eyes like a vast galaxy of stars, all of which were now poured onto her alone.

"Feng Xingyu..." She reached out and pressed her hand against his chest.

He grasped her wrist, raised it above his head, interlocked his fingers with hers, and gently pressed it onto the pillow.

"You pushed me?" He looked down at her, his voice low, like an accusation, yet also like a coquettish plea, the last syllable rising slightly, carrying a tender warmth that made one's heart tremble.

Mo Sangyu's ears burned from his gaze, and she turned her face away, saying, "Stop fooling around, get up."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head and placed a kiss on her cheek, gently touching her from the tip of her nose to her chin, earlobe, and all the way down.

The delicate skin on the side of my neck still bears the marks left from last night.

He covered her without any hesitation, his warm breath spraying on her skin, his fingertips lightly caressing her waist, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Feng Xingyu, you..." Her voice was a little unsteady.

"Um?"

He gave a muffled reply, his lips pressed against her collarbone, the vibration of his voice reaching her completely.

Mo Sangyu bit her lip and gripped his clothes tightly.

Feng Xingyu looked up at her, his gaze lingering from her eyebrows and eyes to the corners of her lips, as if he were carefully depicting a rare treasure.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his thin lips, and the fire in his eyes burned with the lingering flame from the previous night.

"Ayu," he called to her.

"……Um?"

"It's nothing."

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers: "I just wanted to call you."

When he kissed her, Mo Sangyu closed her eyes.

This kiss wasn't as passionate and intense as the one last night; instead, it was slow and gentle, with a kind of patient, tantalizing quality.

He took her lower lip into his mouth, sucked on it gently, then pulled back halfway. When she caught up, he pulled back halfway again, forcing her to let out a dissatisfied hum and tilt her head back to reach for his lips.

He chuckled softly, the sound escaping from between his intertwined lips, low and satisfied.

"Feng Xingyu, you did this on purpose..." Her voice was both soft and annoyed.

He didn't deny it, his hand sliding in from her side, with just the right amount of pressure.

Mo Sangyu's mind gradually became a little confused.

The morning light outside the window changed from pale gold to bright white, and the bamboo shadows moved inch by inch on the window frame.

She vaguely thought that this man probably really wanted to make up for everything he had owed over the past year.

Terrible.

He kissed her without saying a word, occasionally pausing, stepping back a little, and just looking at her.

His eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, yet he didn't utter a single syllable.

Mo Sangyu felt her heart burning under that gaze and reached out to cover his eyes: "Don't look."

Feng Xingyu blinked under her palm, his eyelashes brushing against her skin, making it tickle.

"How do you know I'm looking at you if you're not looking at me?" he said.

Mo Sangyu hooked her arms around his neck and pulled his head down so he couldn't see.

That look in her eyes, I just can't take it.

Feng Xingyu didn't move again, just held her like that, and remained quiet for a long time.

So long that she barely moved, trying to push him away and get out of bed, when he suddenly pressed her back down on the bed: "Ayu, one more time."

"..."

By the time Mo Sangyu struggled to get out of bed again, the sun was already high in the sky.

Bright sunlight streamed through the bamboo blinds, casting a warm glow on the floor. The wooden cabin was cozy and inviting, exuding a lazy afternoon atmosphere.

She propped herself up and sat up, silently cursing Feng Xingyu from head to toe in her mind.

animals.

She looked down at herself.

Her nightgown had been changed at some point; it was clean and tidy, and even her hair had been carefully combed and was softly draped over her shoulders.

A glass of water at just the right temperature sat beside my pillow, its surface covered with a fine layer of water droplets, clearly prepared at the perfect time.

Mo Sangyu picked up the cup, took a sip, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up, but she quickly suppressed it again.

She supported her back, slowly walked out of the bedroom, through the small main room, and pushed open the door of the wooden house.

The sunlight streaming in from outside suddenly made her squint.

Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw a heartwarming scene.

Under the old locust tree in the courtyard, Bai Tuanzi was lying on a soft cushion, sunbathing. Its round body was dressed in a little flowery dress, and its tail was swishing idly.

Pink dumpling Zhao Zhao was lying on its back, its two little hands tugging at the white dumpling's ears, babbling incoherently, its drool covering the white dumpling's back.

Bai Tuanzi looked utterly hopeless, but remained motionless, letting the woman wreak havoc on her.

On the small table next to her were Zhao Zhao's baby bottle and formula, as well as a bottle shaker and a warm water bottle specially prepared for her.

A damp little cloth and a piece of clothing that had been taken off were draped over the fence; they had obviously been washed and hung there to dry after getting dirty that morning.

This man, he clearly already cleaned up Zhaozhao's body and fed her, yet he dared to lie to her!

Mo Sangyu walked over and picked Zhao Zhao up from Bai Tuanzi's body. Zhao Zhao's little head immediately bumped into her, and she was blowing milk bubbles. Her pink and tender little face was extremely cute.

A soft creak came from behind him as Feng Xingyu stepped out, carrying a teacup. He leaned against the doorframe, the morning light bathing his shoulders.

He was wearing that moon-white nightgown, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of his delicate collarbone. He looked languid, like a satiated leopard.

He looked at the two figures, one large and one small, in the courtyard, and a soft, gentle light shone in his eyes.

Mo Sangyu felt his gaze, looked up, and their eyes met.

She glared at him.

He curved the corners of his mouth into a smile, raised an innocent eyebrow, then walked over and took his daughter from Mo Sangyu's arms.

He supported Zhao Zhao with one hand and reached out to Mo Sangyu with the other.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and offered her hand.

He grasped her hand, gently pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head.

"It's been a whole morning," he asked. "Are you hungry?"

"...What do you think?"

He chuckled softly, a laugh that carried a deep meaning only the two of them understood, and gently squeezed her waist with his hand: "It's my fault."

Mo Sangyu pinched him expressionlessly.

He didn't even frown. Instead, he tightened his grip on her hand, their fingers intertwined: "Change your clothes. I'll take you to eat first."

Mo Sangyu moved her feet slightly.

She lowered her eyelashes, a barely perceptible worry flashing across her brows.

Feng Xingyu took in all her subtle movements and saw through her thoughts at a glance.

"Are you worried about your parents and Chu Canglan?" he asked softly.

Mo Sangyu nodded.

The spatial turbulence is unpredictable, and if they were trapped inside, they would have no way of knowing their location.

Even if they wanted to help, they wouldn't know where to begin.

Feng Xingyu raised his hand and ruffled her hair: "Don't worry, they may have just been caught up in some unknown and unfamiliar world. With their strength, they won't be bullied no matter where they are."

Mo Sangyu thought about it and agreed.

She took a deep breath, and her tense nerves relaxed slightly.

For now, we can only try to think positively.

"Shall we go to a town in the mortal realm to get something to eat?" He turned to look at Mo Sangyu: "I remember you used to love drinking the osmanthus wine from that restaurant in Fancheng."

Mo Sangyu was taken aback, not expecting him to remember such a trivial matter.

She opened her mouth, about to say yes.

The barrier outside the wooden house suddenly emitted a muffled hum.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating vibration.

Immediately afterwards, two completely different auras rushed into the edge of the barrier without any hesitation.

One is an immortal, the other a demon; their identities are clearly distinct.

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

The two of them had been bickering all the way here, and their heated argument could be heard from a great distance.

The golden light between Feng Xingyu's fingers suddenly disappeared, his gaze narrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the barrier.

Mo Sangyu heard it too, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Master? Master, are you inside?"

A woman's voice came from outside the barrier, sounding obviously urgent, with the last syllable rising in pitch, as if she had taken a moment to shout during a break in an argument.

Then came a man's voice, deep and clear, with an unfriendly tone: "Can you shut up? You've been arguing all the way here. Don't think that just because someone shouts louder they're right."

"Yun Che, stop lecturing me. If you hadn't gone the wrong way, we would have arrived long ago."

"I went to the wrong place? Who said the aura I sensed was in the east? It's clearly in the west!"

"You just run east when I say east? Can't you use your brain to think for yourself?"

"I used my brain, so I turned around halfway. What about you? You ran east for half an hour before realizing something was wrong. Rongyin, are you an idiot?"

The argument outside the barrier grew louder and louder. A man and a woman, one with a clear, melodious voice and the other with a cold, icy one, were arguing fiercely, neither willing to give in.

As Mo Sangyu listened to the two voices, the worry in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a smile.

So many years have passed, and these two still haven't reconciled?

Feng Xingyu waved his hand, and the barrier outside the wooden house parted to both sides like the surface of water, revealing a blue stone path.

At the end of the path stood a man and a woman, arguing heatedly. When the barrier opened, they both paused, then turned around at the same time.

The woman was dressed in red, with a bright and flamboyant appearance. Her brows carried a natural sharpness, yet she possessed a pair of affectionate eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were wide open, staring straight at Mo Sangyu.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, with a refined and otherworldly air. His aura was as gentle as jade, but his eyes were sharp and were fixed on Feng Xingyu.

The woman in red, Rong Yin, was the first to react.

Her eyes reddened, and her voice suddenly choked: "M-Master..."

The blue-clad man, Yun Che, also had slightly reddened eyes. His hand, hanging at his side, trembled slightly, and his knuckles tightened.

Back then, Mo Sangyu opened up the Cangxuan Realm in order to find a pure land where the Heavenly Dao could not interfere with Feng Xingyu's reincarnation.

Since she couldn't stay here herself, she chose these two people.

One immortal, one demon.

One was her confidant, and the other was Feng Xingyu's man.

Mo Sangyu instructed them to avoid the eyes and ears of the Heavenly Dao, to be reborn in the Cangxuan Realm, to propagate their bloodline, and to establish a family. At that time, she would also be reincarnated there.

However, after the Yun Clan and Rong Clan were established, it took countless generations before they finally saw the reincarnation of the two.

Meanwhile, the Demon Clan suffered a great calamity, and Rongyin had no choice but to return to help reorganize the Demon Clan, waiting for the day her master would return.

Rong Yin rushed over in three strides, but stopped abruptly in front of Mo Sangyu. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips trembled for a long time before she managed to utter, "Master, I've finally waited for you to return!"

Yun Che followed behind, his pace neither hurried nor slow. When he reached Feng Xingyu, he lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty." His voice was low and steady, but his hands trembled as he knelt down. "You've finally returned."

"Um."

Feng Xingyu reached out and pulled him up, patting his shoulder: "A-Che, long time no see."

Rong Yin was stunned for a moment when she saw the pink dumpling in Feng Xingyu's arms, then her eyes widened suddenly: "This...this...this is the young master?!"

She turned to look at Mo Sangyu: "Master, you have a child?"

"Um."

Mo Sangyu nodded and smiled, "Having a child is perfectly normal, why are you so surprised?"

"no."

Rong Yin abruptly covered her mouth, incredulous and filled with lingering fear, and asked, "So, yesterday's heavenly tribulation was aimed at the young master?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Che's face paled.

Yesterday's cataclysmic calamity shocked the entire world. He and Rongyin guessed that it was possible that the Venerable God and the former Demon Lord had returned, which is why they rushed over in a hurry.

I'm afraid they've already...