His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Zhao Zhao let out another "ee-yah" sound, drooling all over her chin and face.

Feng Xingyu gently wiped her clean with a handkerchief, his movements as tender as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world.

"No, you're too young," he said. "When you're older, your mother will take you."

The white dumpling lying next to him suddenly raised its head, its ears perked up, and glanced in the direction of the courtyard gate.

Feng Xingyu didn't turn around; he knew who had come.

Yun Che walked in from outside the courtyard gate with light steps, and nodded slightly when he reached Feng Xingyu.

"Your Excellency, God."

Feng Xingyu hummed in response, but did not look up, and continued to breastfeed Zhao Zhao.

Yun Che stood aside, looking at Feng Xingyu's appearance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Once the supreme god, aloof and detached, without desires or wants, he looked down upon the rise and fall of all living beings.

Now, she sits in the dilapidated courtyard holding her daughter, preparing formula, with several milk stains on her body, yet she is completely unaware, her eyes filled with peace.

Yun Che suddenly felt that this deity was more like a living being than before.

"Your Excellency, what about the Demon Lord...?"

He spoke, carefully choosing his words: "What do you need my subordinates to do?"

Feng Xingyu finally raised his head and glanced at him.

"Go help Rongyin."

Yun Che was taken aback.

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyes and continued feeding Zhao Zhao, his tone indifferent: "She's investigating the Taixu Sect by herself and she can't handle it all. Go help her, but don't expose yourself, and do it secretly."

Is he being sent to be a spy?

Yun Che was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I understand."

He turned to leave, then stopped and looked back at Feng Xingyu.

"Your Excellency, are you... just going to stay in the rear like this?"

Feng Xingyu raised his eyelids, his gaze indifferent.

"I will naturally step in when she needs me."

His fingers gently brushed across Zhao Zhao's soft hair, and his voice lowered slightly: "Now, all I need to do is ensure the safety of mother and daughter."

Looking into those deep red eyes, Yun Che suddenly understood.

For Feng Xingyu, protection is more important than conquest.

He didn't say anything more and turned to leave the courtyard.

Feng Xingyu held Zhao Zhao in his arms, looking down at her satisfied little face after eating and drinking her fill, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Bai Tuanzi jumped off the table, rubbed against Feng Xingyu's feet, and nudged his calf with her head.

Feng Xingyu glanced down at it and said calmly, "You want to go too?"

The white dumpling swung its tail vigorously, its eyes sparkling.

Feng Xingyu withdrew his gaze, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "You'd better not go, you'll only cause her trouble."

The white dumpling's tail drooped down immediately, and it whimpered pitifully, but still obediently lay back down on the corner of the table.

Over the next few days, Mo Sangyu barely rested.

During the day, he would repeatedly rehearse battle plans with Rongyin and Moyuan, and at night he would study the map alone, calculating troop deployments and attack routes.

Feng Xingyu observed this and silently stayed by her side, occasionally offering a few words of guidance when she overlooked something.

Three days later, Rongyin brought back detailed information about the Taixu Sect.

Inside the council chamber, everyone gathered around the map, and Rongyin pointed to the markings on it, speaking very quickly.

"The Taixu Sect has built a training ground on the main peak of the Crimson Flame Mountain Range. There are about three hundred disciples. The sect leader is a peak Earth Immortal. There are also three elders under the sect, all of whom are Golden Immortals. There are seven Demon-Suppressing Steles in total, which are placed in seven different directions to form a sealing array to suppress the demonic energy of the Crimson Flame Mountain Range."

As Mo Sangyu listened, his finger lightly traced across the map.

"With the seven Demon-Suppressing Steles breaking the sealing formation, the Taixu Sect lost its control over the Crimson Flame Mountains."

Rong Yin nodded: "Yes, but there is an interconnected array between the seven steles. If one is destroyed, the other six will be strengthened at the same time, making it very difficult to attack."

Mo Sangyu remained silent for a moment, then a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"It's not necessary for all seven pieces to break."

She raised her hand and pointed to the location of the main peak on the map.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king. We should attack the Taixu Sect's stronghold directly. Once the sect leader and elders are down, the remaining disciples are no threat. With no one to maintain the Demon Suppression Stele, the seal will naturally crumble."

Mo Yuan frowned: "A frontal assault? The Taixu Sect has a protective formation; if we fight head-on, we might not have enough manpower."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, her red lips slightly upturned.

"Who said we were going to launch a frontal assault?"

Her finger lightly tapped the map, her voice soft and airy, yet carrying a chilling undertone.

"In the dead of night, I sneaked in and dismantled their protective mountain formation from the inside."

"You guys wait outside. Once you see the signal, rush in."

There was a moment of silence in the council chamber.

Rongyin opened her mouth, then closed it again.

The master's methods remain as simple, brutal, and...effective as ever.

Mo Yuan's expression was also somewhat subtle.

The generals exchanged glances, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Excitement, anticipation, and a touch of... silence for the Taixu Sect.

Mo Sangyu stood up and clapped her hands.

"It's settled then. We'll make our move in three days."

She looked at Mo Yuan with a sharp gaze: "Gather all the manpower within three days, or you'll hold me back."

Mo Yuan straightened his back and said in a loud voice, "Don't worry, it absolutely won't happen!"

Mo Sangyu nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk out of the council hall.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"By the way, tell the brothers, we don't need to hold back in this battle."

"Let's show the might of the demon race and let the three realms see that the demon race of yesteryear has returned."

Her figure disappeared into the light outside the cave.

After a moment of silence, a low cheer suddenly erupted in the council chamber.

Mo Yuan stood there, watching the direction Mo Sangyu had left in, a slight smile playing on his lips.

That smile held a sense of relief, a touch of emotion, and an undeniable hint of pride.

He turned to look at the crowd, his voice not loud, but firm and resounding.

"Did you all hear that? In three days, let's show the might of the demon race!"

"yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices echoing through the cave.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the fourth night, Mo Sangyu changed into a night-fighting outfit, her silver hair tied up high, her whole demeanor exuding a cool and slightly sinister aura.

She stood at the courtyard gate and lowered her head to kiss Zhao Zhao in Feng Xingyu's arms.

"Sweetie, Mommy's going to fight the bad guys, I'll be back soon."

Zhao Zhao reached out to grab her hair, babbling incoherently, but she deftly dodged it. Then she pinched her little cheek: "Who gave birth to your daughter? How can she be so cute?"

Are you praising your daughter or yourself?

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, freeing one hand to straighten her collar, his fingers lingering for a moment on her collarbone: "Be very careful in your actions."

Even though he knew Mo Sangyu's strength and methods after the soul contract was broken, Feng Xingyu still couldn't completely put his mind at ease.

After all, her opponents are different now than before. Without a soul contract, she would have to bear the consequences of any injury on her own.

"understood."

Mo Sangyu raised her head and kissed him on the cheek. Before he could kiss her back, she turned and disappeared into the night.

"..."

A heartless woman.

"Zhaozhao, let's secretly follow Mother." Feng Xingyu looked down at his bewildered daughter in his arms and asked softly, "Okay?"

Zhao Zhao let out a burp, and Feng Xingyu immediately laughed, "It seems Zhao Zhao isn't comfortable letting her mother go fight the bad guys alone, is that right?"

……

Crimson Flame Mountains, midnight.

Mo Sangyu's figure moved like a wisp of smoke, silently passing through the protective array of the Taixu Sect.

The light of the array flowed around her, but it seemed to be blind, completely unaware of her presence.

She landed on the roof of the main hall, overlooking the entire temple complex.

Most of the three hundred disciples had already fallen asleep, with only the patrolling disciples carrying lanterns walking through the corridors, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.

Mo Sangyu did not alert anyone.

She floated down from the rooftop, passing through the corridor like a ghost, a thin purplish-black light condensing between her fingers, which she gently touched the stone pillar at the core of the main hall.

A thin crack silently appeared on the stone pillar.

The light of the mountain-protecting formation dimmed for a moment.

Mo Sangyu's lips curled slightly as he disappeared back into the darkness.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she walked around the entire Taixu Sect, leaving a trace of hidden energy at each of the seven array points.

The moment the seven hidden forces were detonated simultaneously, the mountain-protecting formation collapsed with a deafening roar.

A deafening roar tore through the night sky, and the entire Crimson Flame Mountain Range trembled.

The disciples of the Taixu Sect were awakened from their sleep and rushed out of their rooms in a panic, only to see a sea of ​​purplish-black light surging towards them.

That was a signal for the demons to attack.

Mo Yuan led hundreds of demon warriors, charging out from all directions of the Crimson Flame Mountains, their roars shaking the heavens and the earth.

The sect leader of Taixu Sect rushed out of the main hall, his face ashen, wearing an outer robe.

"Who dares to trespass into the Taixu Sect!"

Before he could finish speaking, a purplish-black chain shot out from the darkness and precisely wrapped around his neck.

Mo Sangyu slowly emerged from the shadows, her red lips slightly upturned.

"Your great-aunt."

The sect leader's pupils constricted sharply as he recognized the face, his soul nearly leaving his body.

"You...you...how could you..."

That night, the sounds of battle shook the Crimson Flame Mountains.

The three hundred disciples of the Taixu Sect were repeatedly defeated by the fierce attack of the demon warriors. The sect leader was subdued by Mo Sangyu in just a few moves, which was simply a case of being outmatched.

The three elders collapsed after only a dozen or so rounds.

The seven Demon-Suppressing Steles were smashed one by one by the demon warriors, and the demonic energy of the Crimson Flame Mountains rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption, covering the entire sky.

Before dawn, the Taixu Sect's training grounds were razed to the ground.

The Crimson Flame Mountains have returned to the hands of the Demon Clan, and the operation was swift and decisive.

When the news spread, the Three Realms were shocked.

Those Earth Immortals, sects, and various forces who took advantage of the chaos to seize the Demon Clan's territory turned pale with anger upon hearing that the female demon Mo Sangyu had returned, their faces even more grim than if their own fathers had died.

Several rogue immortals from the Netherworld Sea fled overnight upon learning that the Crimson Flame Mountains had been recaptured.

They didn't dare take a single spirit stone with them, but returned the entire Netherworld Sea's mineral vein intact.

When Mo Yuan led his men there, they only saw an empty underwater cave and a note pressed on a rock.

"We apologize for not taking a single spirit stone. We beg the Demon Lord to have mercy on us and spare our lives."

Mo Yuan stared at the note in silence for a long time.

A coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong!

The demon clan rebels in the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones showed some backbone for once.

Their leader, a fox demon, declared: "The demon race has been suppressed for so many years, and its vitality has been greatly damaged. Even if that female demon returns, the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones is not something she can take away so easily."

When Mo Sangyu heard these words, he was sitting in the stone house feeding Zhao Zhao milk powder.

Without even looking up, she simply said, "Then let them run wild for a few more days."

Rongyin stood to the side, somewhat anxious: "Master, shouldn't we strike while the iron is hot?"

"No rush."

Mo Sangyu wiped the milk stains from Zhao Zhao's mouth with a handkerchief, saying casually, "Let them wait a few days. Once they've had their fill, I'll go myself. No need to bring troops."

Uh, this.

That's right.

That's the way the master behaves.

Rongyin calmed down and said no more.

Over the next two months, Mo Sangyu led his demon warriors to sweep through all the occupied territories with overwhelming force.

Her fighting style is simple and brutal, using courtesy first and then force.

Those who knew what was good for them voluntarily gave up their territory, and she didn't budge an inch.

The clueless girl sneaked in alone, dismantled the enemy's protective formation, took down the leader, and left the mess for Mo Yuan to clean up.

In two months, the demon race recovered more than twenty territories, fighting their way from the northern wilderness all the way to the shores of the East Sea.

The entire Three Realms took notice.

Those people in the Heavenly Realm didn't dare utter a single word.

It's not that we don't want to get involved, it's that we're afraid to.

Mo Sangyu, that fiend, even broke into the Tian Ce Mansion and utterly crushed the ancestor's descendant. If these immortals and gods were to provoke him, what would they be doing but courting death?

Moreover, the Heavenly Strategy Code has been revised, and the Heavenly Way no longer favors the Heavenly Realm, so they can't even use the pretense of "eliminating demons and protecting the Way."

Furthermore, with a supreme deity beyond the Three Realms backing her up, even the cataclysmic heavenly tribulation couldn't kill them. Tell me, who would dare to provoke her?

They could only watch helplessly as the demons advanced triumphantly, reclaiming their lost territory.

In the end, only the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones remained, the lair of the fox demon.

When Mo Sangyu landed in the center of the wasteland, hundreds of demon soldiers surged out from all sides, surrounding her in layers.

The fox demon emerged from her lair, dressed in a fiery red robe, with a bewitching face and upturned eyes.

He looked at Mo Sangyu, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"You came alone? That's a bit of an underestimation of me."

Mo Sangyu stood in the circle formed by the demon soldiers, arms crossed, expression indifferent: "I'm already giving you a lot of credit by coming in person."

The fox demon raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. But that smile carried a hint of frivolity, a touch of amusement, and a hint of reckless probing.

"My Lord Demon Lord, I heard you've found a man, and a celestial deity at that?"

He slowly walked halfway around her, his red robe fluttering in the wind: "What's so good about those aloof and boring immortals?"

Mo Sangyu frowned slightly.

The fox demon walked up to her, bent down slightly, and stared straight at her with his long, narrow fox eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"Why don't you abandon him and come with me? I'll offer you the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones, and the entire demon race will be at your disposal. What do you say?"

He reached out, holding a small red flower that seemed to appear out of nowhere between his fingers, and offered it to Mo Sangyu.

"I'm much more interesting than that god."

Mo Sangyu looked at the flower, and her eye twitched slightly.

You sly fox, you deserve a beating.

Before she could speak, a deep voice suddenly rang out from the void, carrying an icy chill: "You're courting death."

The fox demon's smile suddenly froze on her face.

A golden light exploded beside Mo Sangyu, and Feng Xingyu, carrying Zhao Zhao, stepped out from the void, his aura as cold as ancient ice.

His red eyes were fixed on the fox demon, his gaze filled with undisguised killing intent.

Mo Sangyu was stunned: "Why are you here?"

Feng Xingyu did not answer her.

He swiftly and decisively shoved Zhao Zhao, who was in his arms, into Mo Sangyu's arms, then turned around and walked step by step toward the fox demon.

The fox demon's smile faltered.

He instinctively took a step back, a chill running down his spine, but he forced a calm expression: "Oh, so this is the Demon Lord's man? Hiding in the shadows to eavesdrop?"