His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"It seems he doesn't trust you. He's even secretly following you. What kind of man is that..."

Feng Xingyu didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

There was a loud "bang".

The speed was too fast, so fast that no one present could see how Feng Xingyu made his move.

He punched the fox demon in the face, sending him flying.

The fox demon's body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before he could even get up, Feng Xingyu was already standing in front of him.

Then another punch landed on his chest.

The sound of bones breaking made everyone's teeth ache.

The fox demon screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying more than ten feet away.

The demon soldiers were stunned, and none of them dared to step forward.

Feng Xingyu walked over and stepped on the fox demon's wrist, gradually increasing the pressure until the fox demon was unable to move.

"Who did you just say you wanted to be with you?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking about something insignificant, but the chill that emanated from his very bones made the surrounding air seem to drop several degrees.

The fox demon's face was swollen beyond recognition, its mouth was full of blood, and one eye was bruised and purple, making it almost impossible to open.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Feng Xingyu's fist came down again, not giving him a chance to speak at all.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

He didn't use any divine power; it was just pure fists.

One blow at a time, solid and firm.

The fox demon's screams turned into muffled groans, then into faint moans, and finally, it fell completely silent.

Feng Xingyu finally stopped.

He stood up, a few drops of blood splattered on his robe, but his expression remained indifferent, as if he had just casually crushed an ant.

"There will be a next time."

He looked down at the fox demon on the ground, whose original form was no longer recognizable, and his tone was frighteningly calm.

"I wouldn't mind peeling your whole skin off."

The fox demon was curled up on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, too weak even to groan. Only his fingers twitched slightly, indicating that he was still alive.

The demon soldiers all around knelt down in unison, not daring to raise their heads.

Feng Xingyu turned around and walked back to Mo Sangyu.

Zhao Zhao was nestled in Mo Sangyu's arms, staring wide-eyed at the scene, babbling incessantly, seemingly very excited.

Mo Sangyu momentarily forgot to cover Zhaozhao's eyes.

Won't it frighten my daughter to see such a violent scene?

She quickly looked down, and it turned out...

Think more.

Feng Xingyu took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood off his hands before taking his daughter from Mo Sangyu's arms. His expression returned to normal, and he even smiled.

"Resolved."

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Mo Sangyu's eyes flashed with suspicion: "When did you arrive?"

Before you leave the house.

"...Before that too?"

Feng Xingyu honestly admitted without any concealment: "I follow him every time."

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath and pressed her temples.

"So you've been watching from the shadows the whole time?"

"Um."

"Then why did you suddenly reappear?"

Feng Xingyu looked up at her, the coldness in his red eyes not yet completely dissipated.

"He seduced you, do you think I could tolerate that?"

Mo Sangyu: "..."

That sly fox really deserved a beating; he got what he deserved.

Seeing their leader beaten so badly and powerless to fight back, and with other members of the demon race also dealt with, the demons were terrified. They cowered and lowered their heads, fearing they would be the next to suffer.

Mo Sangyu glanced at it.

have to.

This battle was completely devoid of any enjoyment.

"Summon Mo Yuan to clean up this mess."

Mo Sangyu said to the demon soldiers beside her, then took Feng Xingyu's arm and smiled, "Let's go home."

When Mo Yuan arrived at the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones with his men, the fox demon was still lying on the ground, her face swollen like a pig's head, barely breathing.

Who... hit this?

Why were they so ruthless?

Seeing his miserable state, Mo Yuan subconsciously took two steps to the side, then touched his own face and silently swallowed.

The demon soldiers knelt on the ground, while several demon generals were busy collecting weapons and cleaning up the battlefield.

Mo Yuan coughed, suppressing his horror, and waved his hand.

"Throw that fox out, and make sure he never appears within the Three Realms again. Also, redeploy the defenses of the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones, and plant the demonic banners on every inch of land!"

A few days later, the demons reclaimed the last few scattered territories.

When those smaller factions heard that Mo Sangyu had even wiped out the Taixu Sect and that the fox demons of the Ten Thousand Bones Wasteland had been beaten so badly they didn't even recognize their own mothers, they vacated their territory without anyone lifting a finger and disappeared without a trace overnight.

When Mo Yuan led his men over, they found the mountaintop deserted, without a single soul in sight.

The Heavenly Realm has sent people to warn them repeatedly, but they are wary of Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu and dare not do anything.

Later, a celestial general clad in silver armor, accompanied by a dozen or so celestial soldiers, arrogantly descended upon the gates of the demon race's ancestral land, claiming to have come for "solemn negotiations."

Without saying a word, Mo Yuan led a group of demon generals and beat the man away with sticks.

Anyway, with Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu around, their demon race has risen again. What's wrong with being a little arrogant?

Soon, the demons migrated back to their ancestral land from the Netherworld Gorge in the Northern Wilderness.

On the main peak of the Crimson Flame Mountains, the Demon Clan's banner was raised once again.

Centuries of humiliation and oppression have been swept away in these few months.

The entire demon race sprang into action, immersed in jubilation, as everyone worked together to renovate the houses in their ancestral land.

Mo Yuan summoned all the elders and generals, saying he wanted to hold a victory celebration banquet.

"It must be done!" Mo Yuan slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming. "Not doing so would be a disgrace to the Demon Clan!"

Several elders echoed this sentiment, nodding repeatedly.

Mo Yuan took a sip of tea, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, we didn't get to hold Zhao Zhao's full moon celebration. Now that she's exactly 100 days old, let's hold it together with the victory celebration, a double celebration."

He stood up, becoming more and more excited as he spoke: "We're going to host a banquet for all the important figures in the Three Realms, so they can all come and see for themselves the new generation of divine and demonic bloodlines of our demon race."

"What bullshit about heavenly tribulations and forbidden laws? It's all utter nonsense!"

"A destiny ordained by heaven cannot be stopped by anyone!"

Rongyin, who was listening nearby, felt her eyes well up with tears and nodded in agreement repeatedly.

The Demon Lord finally said something useful.

Mo Sangyu leaned back in her chair, originally thinking that there was no need for such trouble, and that she and Feng Xingyu could hold the 100-day celebration for Zhao Zhao themselves.

But after Mo Yuan said those words, she fell silent.

She looked at Feng Xingyu beside her.

Feng Xingyu was holding Zhao Zhao and was wiping her drool when he noticed her gaze and looked up.

"It's up to you," he said. "I'm fine with anything."

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Then let's do it."

Mo Yuan slammed his hand on the table: "Fine, I'll go post it!"

……

On the day of the 100-day celebration, the ancestral land of the demon race was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers.

From the foot of the mountain to the summit, red ribbons adorned every tree branch, and lanterns stretched from the mountain gate all the way to the main hall, illuminating the area as bright as day.

The demons all changed into new clothes, and the children ran all over the mountains and fields, their laughter ringing out.

The welcoming procession outside the mountain gate began lining up the night before, waiting to greet guests from all directions.

The first to arrive was an elder of the demon race.

Three elderly women with white hair, carrying generous gifts, walked into the mountain gate with smiles on their faces.

Then came a steady stream of independent cultivators from all sides, leaders of small sects, and neutral forces independent of the Heavenly Realm.

No one dared not to come.

With Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu, these two formidable figures, in charge, who would dare to disrespect them?

Inside the main hall, guests filled the seats, and toasts were exchanged.

Mo Sangyu changed into a long purple-black dress, her silver hair half-tied up, making her look stunningly beautiful.

Feng Xingyu sat beside her, dressed in black robes with dark hair. His bewitching eyes and brows revealed a chilling detachment, but the presence of a delicate, beautiful little girl in his arms softened the aura of authority he exuded.

Zhao Zhao was dressed in a little red dress and wore a small tiger-head hat on her head. Her two little feet were kicking back and forth, and her round eyes were darting around. She looked at the guests in the hall without any shyness. On the contrary, she was so excited that she kept waving her little hands.

Mo Yuan stood in the center of the hall, raised his wine cup, and spoke in a loud voice that echoed throughout the entire hall.

"Today is a joyous occasion for the return of our demon race to the Three Realms, and also a joyous occasion for the 100th birthday of our little demon princess!"

"Princess Zhao Zhao is a hybrid of god and demon, one of only two in all time. She has borne the weight of destiny and broken the shackles of the heavenly way. She is a blessing to our demon race and to the three realms."

The guests in the hall raised their glasses in celebration.

Zhao Zhao giggled, her little hand reaching out to grab the lights and laughter filling the hall.

Mo Sangyu turned her head to look at the man beside her and the daughter in her arms, her eyes filled with an overwhelming tenderness.

The 100-day celebration lasted until late at night.

After the guests left, the ancestral hills finally fell completely quiet.

Mo Sangyu stood on the steps outside the main hall, looking at the starry sky, and took a deep breath of the cool night air.

Feng Xingyu carried the sleeping Zhao Zhao, walked behind her, lowered his head slightly, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly: "I'm thinking it's time to go back."

Feng Xingyu paused for a moment, then asked, "Leaving tomorrow?"

Mo Sangyu hummed in agreement and snuggled into his arms: "I'm leaving tomorrow."

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Mo Sangyu stood in front of the ancestral mountain gate, with the gradually brightening morning light behind him.

Rongyin ran out from the crowd, her eyes red-rimmed: "Master, I...I want to go with you."

Mo Sangyu looked at her, raised her hand and pinched her cheek: "You stay and help Mo Yuan."

Rongyin pouted, looking completely unwilling.

Mo Yuan walked over from behind and stood a few steps away, speaking somewhat awkwardly: "Is it really necessary to leave? I really can give up this position as Demon Lord."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, her tone carrying a hint of disdain: "No, I'm not interested."

Mo Yuan was speechless, his Adam's apple bobbing, before he finally managed to stammer, "Then... come back often when you have time."

"It depends."

Several elders stepped forward, bowed tremblingly to Mo Sangyu, tears streaming down their faces.

"Take care, young master."

"Young master, the demon realm will always be your home."

Looking at these aged faces, Mo Sangyu, unusually, did not find them tedious and agreed to each one.

Feng Xingyu stood beside her, holding Zhao Zhao in one arm and lifting the white dumpling by the scruff of its neck with the other. The white dumpling's fur had grown out and it had become a fluffy ball again.

Mo Sangyu turned around and took one last look at the ancestral land.

The morning light bathed the entire mountain in gold, and the demon's banner fluttered in the mountain wind.

She did not look back.

Feng Xingyu walked beside her, the two of them side by side, gradually disappearing into the depths of the morning light.

Behind her, Rong Yin finally couldn't hold back her sobs and let out a low cry.

Mo Yuan stood there, watching the two figures grow ever more distant, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, and then took a deep sniff.

"Don't cry." His voice was muffled. "It's not like you're not coming back."

Nobody paid him any attention.

Rongyin cried even harder.

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath of the outside air and stretched.

"Let's not go back to the Kyushu continent yet," she said.

Feng Xingyu turned to look at her: "You want to see if you can find out any news about your parents and Chu Canglan?"

Mo Sangyu nodded.

You have to admit, this man is getting to know her better and better.

He knew what she was thinking without her having to say it.

"Okay," Feng Xingyu agreed.

The two changed their appearances, concealed their auras, and transformed into an ordinary couple. With a beautifully carved doll and a round, white-furred little beast, they embarked on their journey to the human world.

The first stop was Lin'an City.

The city was bustling and lively, with people coming and going in teahouses and taverns. Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu spent two days searching for information, both openly and secretly, but they found no clues whatsoever.

The second stop was Luoyang.

The streets were still bustling with activity, and the crowds were still thronging, but there was still no gain.

The third stop was Nanjing, but we gained nothing.

Could it be that they are really trapped in the spatial turbulence?

Mo Sangyu stood on the city wall of Jinling, looking down at the myriad lights of the city below, his brows furrowing slightly.

Feng Xingyu changed his holding position with Zhao Zhao, freeing one hand to hold hers.

"Don't worry, the Canglan Continent is vast, and it's not easy to find a few people. Besides, not finding them doesn't necessarily mean something has happened to them."

Mo Sangyu let out a breath and nodded.

The fourth stop is the capital of the Great Yin Kingdom.

The capital city was more prosperous than the previous cities, with wide and clean streets lined with shops on both sides and pedestrians shoulder to shoulder.

The couple found a restaurant to stay at on the most bustling street corner in the capital.

The restaurant was called "Xiankelai," a three-story building with carved beams and painted rafters, considered one of the top places in the capital.

Mo Sangyu requested a top-class room, where she could see half of the main street's night view from the window.

In the evening, the two took Zhao Zhao downstairs for dinner.

The white dumpling followed at my feet, its round body squeezing through the stairwell, attracting the waiter's attention several times.

The lobby on the first floor was full of diners, creating a lively atmosphere.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu found a corner to sit down and ordered a few signature dishes. Zhao Zhao sat in Feng Xingyu's lap, her little hands gripping a teething stick and drooling all over her face.

The lobby fell silent for a moment.

Someone noticed them.

A young woman holding a child, with stunningly beautiful face and silver hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, sat beside a man in black robes with dark hair, his appearance bewitching and his temperament aloof.

This combination is indeed eye-catching in the world.

However, seeing that the two were dressed plainly and had a reserved demeanor, they did not seem to be people of unknown origin, so the diners glanced at them a few times and then looked away.

Mo Sangyu lowered her head to wipe Zhao Zhao's face, but her ears twitched slightly.

At the next table sat several men dressed as businessmen, their faces flushed from drinking, and their voices growing louder and louder.

"Have you heard? The Regent is getting married in three days!"

"The Regent? He's over thirty, it's certainly time he got married. I wonder which family's daughter she is?"

"Rumors."

The man lowered his voice: "I heard that the Regent forcibly took her away. She already had a husband, but the Regent..."