His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The objective has been achieved.

Mo Sangyu returned the woman's soul to her.

The coffin was once again filled with deathly energy.

"Who exactly are you?"

She was actually able to extract Yue'er's soul from her body and even knew about the resurrection technique.

At this moment, Chu Canglan vaguely realized that the woman in front of him was probably far more mysterious and unpredictable than he had imagined.

"You don't need to know who I am, but..."

Mo Sangyu leaned casually against the stone pillar, her expression indifferent, as if she had only casually mentioned, "I can save her."

"What did you say?"

"You heard me clearly, didn't you?"

"..."

Chu Canglan looked at her suspiciously and warily: "I have already promised to give you Youdu City. Even if you can save her, I have nothing else to give you."

"You have."

Mo Sangyu stared at him, and seeing him frown, she chuckled softly before slowly saying, "I want you to willingly give me Youdu City, not to pay lip service and then come back to take it back once you regain your strength."

Chu Canglan was taken aback.

She could see right through my thoughts.

Even though he felt that this woman's words could not be trusted, a glimmer of hope still arose in his heart, which was sinking to the bottom.

After all, Mo Sangyu's words made a lot of sense.

I'm willing to do it all for him.

The motive is believable, but does she really have the ability?

Chu Canglan questioned, "Yue'er is... in this state now, can you really still save her?"

"You can give it a try."

Mo Sangyu leaned casually against the stone pillar, offering no definite assurance, but her cool and calm eyes, and the aura she exuded, possessed a captivating charm that made people unconditionally convinced.

Chu Canglan had no other choice.

He cannot lose Yue'er.

Over the years, it was only because Yue'er could still wake up that he was able to keep himself from giving up and properly manage the Youdu City that Yue'er left behind.

"If you can really save Yue'er."

His voice was hoarse: "I will never forget this kindness."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him: "That's not necessary. I prefer a clean transaction where neither party owes the other anything."

"it is good."

Chu Canglan readily agreed.

None of that matters. What matters is that he wants to know how Mo Sangyu can save Yue'er!

Before he could even ask, she seemed to have seen through his thoughts again.

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly and said, "Her soul is currently tainted and needs purification. It will take at least six months to recover. This body can no longer be used. I will help her be reborn in another body after six months."

"Rebirth through body transplantation?"

Chu Canglan silently uttered these four words, his expression subtly changing: "Possession?"

"...I guess so."

Mo Sangyu bluntly stated: "Therefore, this is also a forbidden technique with certain risks. To avoid backlash from the Heavenly Dao, I modified it myself and created an upgraded version, which I named Random Body Borrowing."

In her previous life, her body couldn't withstand her soul's power, so she used a random body to transfer to another world. Unexpectedly, this happened, and she was transported to this different world.

"but."

She continued, "The so-called 'borrowing a body' means that one cannot choose whose body one is reborn in, nor where one is reborn. One can only rely on fate to borrow the body of a recently deceased person to gain a new life."

"That gender..."

"Don't worry, men and women have different magnetic fields, you can't be wrong."

"…That's good."

Chu Canglan was almost scared to death.

What if Yue'er turned into a man!

Thankfully, it doesn't.

"But how am I supposed to find her then?"

"I can ensure that she is reborn somewhere in the Nine Provinces Continent, and then leave a tracking talisman in her soul. You will be able to find her using this tracking talisman."

After hearing about Mo Sangyu's method of saving people, Chu Canglan's heart was stirred with considerable emotion.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

There are indeed many talented and extraordinary people in this world.

He always knew that Mo Sangyu was a capable person, but he didn't know that she had such great abilities!

"As long as Yue'er can come back to life,"

Chu Canglan's gaze fell on the person in the coffin, his eyes softening: "I don't care about anything else."

Mo Sangyu looked at him for a moment.

"I have one more condition."

"Okay, go ahead."

Her gaze passed over him, landing on the corner behind the ice coffin, separated by a black curtain. She spoke softly, "Come here, kneel down."

Chu Canglan's expression stiffened slightly.

"You must repent to the girls you murdered and appease their resentment."

Mo Sangyu turned her gaze back to him: "Only in this way can I deliver their souls from the dead and allow these innocent girls to be reincarnated."

Instead of being trapped here, never to be free.

Chu Canglan clenched his fists.

He, the lord of a city, was to kneel before the corpses of women he regarded as worthless...

The struggle lasts only a moment.

Having come this far, what is there that he can't do?

Isn't it just repentance?

He can.

Chu Canglan took a step and walked towards the corner hidden by the black curtain.

Upon approaching, he bent his knees and knelt down without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu's eyes darkened slightly.

The instant Chu Canglan knelt down.

"Ugh!"

A sharp, piercing screech suddenly erupted.

It didn't come from the outside world, but directly pierced Chu Canglan's mind.

Inside the cubicle, the dense, dark resentment that had been accumulating for countless years finally found an outlet, surging out wildly and turning into black mist that instantly engulfed him.

"Well……"

Chu Canglan groaned, his face contorting in pain.

He sealed his meridians, his true energy stagnated, and he had no way to protect his body. He could only use his physical body to withstand the overwhelming resentment and the erosion of the cold.

The chilling aura of death seeped into my pores, intense hatred pierced my eardrums, and despairing pain tore at my nerves...

He trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, cold sweat soaked through his heavy clothes, and his face visibly turned ashen.

The black mist coiled around him like a living thing, gnawing at him and causing him to gasp in uncontrollable pain.

A few steps away, Mo Sangyu stood quietly.

The violent and venomous black mist seemed to possess consciousness, shrinking back in the small area around her, automatically diverting and bypassing her, not daring to touch her in the slightest.

They are afraid of the black elm.

Mo Sangyu watched coldly as Chu Canglan struggled in resentment, his face contorted in pain, his breath rapidly fading.

Only when the panting subsided and the figure in the black mist swayed and was about to be completely swallowed did she begin to make a move.

She slightly raised her hand, spiritual energy flowing between her fingers.

A small square box, about the size of a palm, appeared in her palm.

Mo Sangyu gently pressed the button on the square box.

A solemn, deep, and resonant chanting suddenly filled the main hall.

The sound was clear and stable, filled with a powerful purifying force, layer upon layer, echoing in every inch of space.

This is not recited by a person, but played continuously without interruption.

Wherever the chanting passed, the churning black mist noticeably paused, and the sharp hissing began to gradually weaken.

Then, Mo Sangyu conjured several more talismans, driving all the wronged souls back to the corner.

The black mist churned, twisted, and resisted, but under the absolute power, it slowly subsided, eventually dissolving and dissipating little by little.

Chu Canglan collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

He stared blankly into the corner, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

So, they've always been there...

The souls of the deceased have been released from their suffering.

The chill and resentment in the corner vanished, leaving only emptiness.

Mo Sangyu wasted no more time and went straight back to the ice coffin.

Seeing this, Chu Canglan quickly and laboriously propped himself up, his gaze following her intently.

She reached out and placed her hand lightly on the forehead of the woman in the coffin, her fingertips gleaming with a barely perceptible light.

He looked focused, silently muttering something to himself.

Chu Canglan held his breath.

The next instant, a phantom mixed with red and black energy was slowly drawn out from between the woman's eyebrows by an invisible force.

The phantom struggled, and the outline of a blurry woman could be vaguely seen.

"Moon!"

Chu Canglan quickly stepped forward and coaxed gently, "Don't be afraid, be good."

It was the soul of the Silver Moon.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Sangyu flipped her wrist, and a colorful talisman appeared in her palm.

Silver Moon's soul instantly entered the colorful talisman.

The talisman flashed with light, then returned to calm and disappeared from her palm.

The moment her soul left her body, she was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her beautiful face like that of a sleeping woman, but her skin lost all its luster and color at a visible speed.

In just a few breaths, a lifelike Sleeping Beauty was transformed into a withered and terrifying dried corpse.

Chu Canglan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The scene before him was so shocking that it completely overturned his understanding.

"boom!"

A loud crash came from the direction of the stone gate.

The entire underground palace shook violently, and dust fell from the ceiling.

Chu Canglan was so shocked that he staggered, his expression changing drastically: "Oh no, it's the people outside forcibly breaking down the door."

He hurriedly turned to Mo Sangyu: "This stone gate is connected to the underground palace structure and is equipped with a self-destruct mechanism. It must not be forcibly destroyed, otherwise the entire hall will collapse and we will be buried alive inside."

Mo Sangyu looked toward the stone gate.

She knew that it was Feng Xingyu who was forcibly breaking down the door.

Just as Chu Canglan finished speaking, another muffled thud came from the stone gate.

The main hall shook even more violently, and several stone pillars supporting the roof suddenly cracked open, causing rubble to fall from above.

"Such powerful internal energy."

Chu Canglan was shocked.

If it were me, I doubt I could have achieved such power with two impacts.

The person banging on the door outside...

"Is it your servant?"

Mo Sangyu didn't answer; she strode towards the stone door: "Where's the mechanism to open the stone door?"

"It's no use, the mechanism is destroyed."

Chu Canglan suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness: "It seems we're all going to die here."

If you break down this door, you'll be buried alive; if you don't, you'll be trapped and die.

"Tell him to stop hitting it; that way, we can live a little longer."

Mo Sangyu glanced at him, but her expression remained completely calm.

Before she could speak, Feng Xingyu outside the door seemed to realize that he couldn't force the door open, so he only banged on it twice before stopping.

"He's quite smart."

Chu Canglan's eyes flickered slightly, and he vaguely guessed what was going on.

But he didn't say much, only looked at Mo Sangyu: "Miss Mo, if you hadn't made me seal my meridians, perhaps I could have found a way to break through from the inside, but now... I can only wait to die."