His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time for Feng Xingyu to weigh the options or hesitate.

He believed in Mo Sangyu, and he could only believe in Mo Sangyu.

But at this moment, he probably didn't even realize that what he was worried about was not being implicated by Mo Sangyu, but Mo Sangyu's own safety.

Feng Xingyu gave Mo Sangyu a deep look before turning and walking out of the stone gate.

Outside the hall, Chu Canglan burst in like a madman, and the moment he saw Feng Xingyu, a look of fury flashed in his eyes.

"Who let you in? You're asking for it!"

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a ruthless killing move, aiming straight for Feng Xingyu's face.

Feng Xingyu quickly dodged to the side, and was about to retaliate when Mo Sangyu's voice suddenly came from inside the hall.

"Lord Chu, are you sure you want to fight my servants outside? Aren't you going to come in and check on your Yue'er?"

Chu Canglan was startled.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he no longer cared about Feng Xingyu. He rushed into the main hall with a furious rage that could destroy the world.

Seeing this, Feng Xingyu glanced at the stone steps and, seeing that no one was coming down, turned around and followed, intending to help Mo Sangyu deal with Chu Canglan first.

But it was too late.

The heavy stone door suddenly slammed shut on its own with a loud "bang".

Feng Xingyu's eyes sharpened, and he strode forward to feel for the mechanism, but the stone door remained unmoved.

The mechanism was locked from the inside.

He forced himself to suppress his anxiety and regain his composure, observing the stone gate and the surrounding stone walls.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside, and Yan Xu arrived with a large number of guards.

"Grab him!" Yan Xu shouted.

Swords and blades arrived simultaneously.

Feng Xingyu had no time to pay attention to the stone gate and turned to face the enemy.

The sword light flashed like snow, and they clashed with the surging crowd.

Inside the hall.

Chu Canglan charged forward with tremendous force, carrying a violent aura, and attacked Mo Sangyu beside the ice coffin.

However, he only went halfway before suddenly stopping.

Because, without anyone noticing, Mo Sangyu had acquired a short blade.

The cold tip of the blade was gently pressed against the woman's fair cheek in the coffin.

Yue'er cares most about her face.

Chu Canglan's pupils contracted sharply, and he dared not make any further rash moves.

A pair of light-colored eyes stared intently at Mo Sangyu, her gaze almost tearing her apart.

"If you dare to hurt her face," he said hoarsely, emphasizing each word, "I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tip of the knife in Mo Sangyu's hand twirled.

It glided lightly across her delicate, lifelike cheek, then rested against her slender, fragile neck.

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes, her gaze calm yet somewhat cold.

I'll give you another chance.

Her voice was low and her tone indifferent: "Reorganize your words."

Even at this point, you can't tell the difference between the king and queen, and you still dare to threaten her?

"..."

All of Chu Canglan's rage and murderous intent were stuck in his throat.

That usually gentle and smiling face was now twisted into something almost ferocious.

His light-colored eyes were fixed on Mo Sangyu's hand holding the knife, then slowly moved to the peaceful sleeping face of the woman in the coffin.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Outside, the faint sounds of fighting could be heard, along with the occasional dull thuds from the stone gate.

After a long while, Chu Canglan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the crimson surging in his eyes, leaving only a frozen gloom.

"What do you want?"

His voice was hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Mo Sangyu didn't answer, and pressed the tip of the knife down another half.

The skin on the woman's neck in the ice coffin was slightly sunken.

"Don't!"

Chu Canglan let out a low roar, staggered forward half a step, and then froze firmly.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't touch her... I'll give you anything you want."

Mo Sangyu then raised her eyes and looked at him indifferently.

"Just a corpse, why is it so important to the city lord?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Chu Canglan's anger, which he had barely managed to suppress, was reignited by Mo Sangyu's words: "Yue'er is just asleep; she will wake up."

"Yeah?"

Mo Sangyu's eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful look flashing across them. The sharp knife spun nimbly in her hand, causing Chu Canglan's heart to rise and fall with it.

"It's just a shell. Look at you, a grandmaster, so nervous."

She chuckled lightly and said casually, "If I were to slit her throat right now, do you think she would wake up?"

"You dare!"

Intense killing intent surged wildly around Chu Canglan.

If it weren't for Mo Sangyu holding his "lifeline," he would undoubtedly have already reduced Mo Sangyu to ashes.

"I dare."

however.

Mo Sangyu showed no fear whatsoever, and kept pushing his limits, relentlessly testing and probing him.

"You...you're courting death!"

"Then you don't need to worry about it."

"...What exactly do you want?!"

"Make sure you have the right attitude before you ask me anything."

Chu Canglan: "..."

He truly regretted not killing the woman sooner.

"it is good."

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, he had calmed down considerably.

"Miss Mo, as long as you don't hurt her, we can discuss whatever you want."

It seems.

This woman held a greater place in Chu Canglan's heart than she had imagined.

That would be excellent.

Mo Sangyu tried to speak: "First, stop this moon-worshiping ceremony and immediately release the women you captured."

Chu Canglan's expression changed, and he opened his lips as if to refute.

Mo Sangyu twitched his wrist slightly.

"I agree!"

Chu Canglan immediately said, his voice cracking with speed, "Yan Xu, go release them!"

If Yue'er's physical body is damaged, the resurrection spell will end prematurely, and at that time, Yue'er will truly never wake up again.

There was no response from outside the stone gate.

However, it doesn't matter.

Mo Sangyu was merely testing him further, to see just how far he would go for this living dead.

Mo Sangyu's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Second, open the city gates, remove all city defenses, and have your people withdraw from Youdu City."

Chu Canglan's pupils trembled, his jaw clenched, and the muscles on his cheeks stretched into sharp lines.

He could hardly believe his ears.

This condition is tantamount to handing over the entire city to another party.

How dare this woman mention it?

Once he saves Yue'er, he will personally tear her to pieces!

"What, you can't bear to part with it?"

Mo Sangyu added fuel to the fire: "You can only choose one, Youdu City or her! Choose!"

"..."

Chu Canglan clenched his fists at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms until blood seeped out.

His gaze returned to the woman's face in the coffin, and the crimson color of her lips stung his eyes.

After a long silence, he slumped down, his voice hoarse: "...Fine, release Yue'er, I promise you."

"Words are meaningless. How do I know you won't go back on your word after I release them? I can't beat you anyway."

"So what do you want?"

"It's very simple. You seal your meridians and cannot use your true energy for a month."

Before Chu Canglan could speak, she continued, "I only asked you to seal your meridians, not sever them. I've already been very merciful to you. Don't try to bargain with me!"

"...??"

Is this woman a devil?

Unfortunately, the moon was his destiny.

He had no choice but to compromise.

"I agree to everything you've said."

Chu Canglan looked at her with a sinister gaze, exuding the pressure of a powerful figure: "However, I expect you to keep your word and release Yue'er immediately after I seal my meridians."

A month passed quickly.

Once this month is over, he will get back all the humiliation he suffered today.

Including Youdu City.

His stuff isn't so easy to steal!

"If you dare to break your promise, I will haunt you to the ends of the earth, even as a ghost."

Upon hearing this threat, Mo Sangyu smiled.

As a human, she might have been slightly wary of his strength, but as a ghost...

That's her home turf.

At that point, let alone not letting her go, I'm afraid that if we see her, we'll only have the option of running for our lives.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, don't worry. Although I'm not a person who cares much about morality, I do keep my word. What I say, I always do."

After Mo Sangyu finished speaking, she pressed the knife against the woman's cheek in the ice coffin again, silently urging him to hurry up and do it.

Chu Canglan knew that delaying was useless.

There has been no movement outside the stone gate for a long time.

The situation is probably not optimistic.

He stared at Mo Sangyu, then finally closed his eyes, raised his hand, and pressed several acupoints on his body.

The flow of true qi suddenly stopped, and a feeling of blockage and dull pain surged up from the dantian.

He swayed slightly, and his face visibly paled.

His meridians were sealed, and at this moment, he was no different from an ordinary martial arts practitioner.

Mo Sangyu scanned the area with his spiritual sense to confirm that there was nothing wrong before withdrawing the short blade that was pressed against the woman's neck.

Chu Canglan practically lunged to the ice coffin, his fingers trembling slightly as he stroked the woman's cheek.

Upon closer inspection, the slight pressure marks on her neck confirmed that there was no injury whatsoever, and only then did her tense shoulders and back relax slightly.

Mo Sangyu stood aside, watching his movements, and said coldly, "Did the person who set up this resurrection spell for you tell you that this spell is too insidious and will harm her soul? Even if she wakes up in the future, she will not be whole again?"

Chu Canglan's eyes suddenly darkened.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes cold and sharp as he stared at Mo Sangyu: "Don't try to fool me. You're a scheming and treacherous woman. I don't believe a single word you say."

Mo Sangyu shrugged.

"You may not believe me, but you can think about it carefully. The reason why forbidden techniques are forbidden is because they disrupt the balance of Yin and Yang and violate the laws of nature. Forcibly using them will come at a price."

"impossible."

Chu Canglan retorted verbally, but inwardly he felt a sudden surge of panic.

This resurrection technique is indeed somewhat insidious, and how did she know about such a secretive technique?

If she could tell what it was at a glance, then what she said...

"I can prove it to you."

Mo Sangyu walked over, and Chu Canglan looked at her warily: "What do you want to do? Get out of my way!"

She pushed Chu Canglan away, and a barrier blocked his way, preventing him from taking another step forward.

"Mo Sangyu, stop! You..."

"Shut up!"

Mo Sangyu turned his palm downwards, and spiritual energy began to spread.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her. I just want you to see what you've turned her into over the years."

After speaking, the azure spiritual energy transformed into a stream of light and flowed into the woman's body in the coffin.

The woman's body trembled violently, and her previously calm face suddenly contorted.

As Mo Sangyu's palm slowly moved upwards, a small part of a phantom mixed with yin energy and a thick black and red blood light was forcibly torn from the woman's body, emitting a silent shriek.

Those were souls that had been imprisoned for many years and had begun to mutate.

Chu Canglan's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to rush forward without thinking.

But upon seeing this scene, their steps froze.

"Chu Canglan, have you seen this clearly?" Mo Sangyu's calm voice carried an endless indifference: "Is this the woman you wanted?"

"..."

Chu Canglan stared blankly at the illusory figure struggling and thrashing.

You can still vaguely make out the outline of the moon, but its face is hideous, full of pain and resentment. It has no trace of the beautiful appearance it had in life.

He was struck dumb, his face drained of color, leaving only bewilderment and immense panic.

"How could this happen? How could this be..."