His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Feng Xingyu walked to Mo Sangyu's side, naturally took her hand, and pulled her towards the main seat: "Did you come here specifically to find me?"

The moment Mo Sangyu saw him, the inappropriate images from that morning involuntarily flashed through her mind.

My face feels a little hot.

My legs felt weak.

He was like a completely different person in bed.

Strong, domineering, and torturous.

A combination of soft and hard tactics.

I can't bear it, I can't bear it at all.

"Um."

Looking at his expectant eyes, Mo Sangyu nodded: "I came here specifically to see you."

Come find him and break the soul contract.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's thin lips curved into a deeper smile. He sat down in the main seat, pulled Mo Sangyu into his arms, and made her sit on his lap.

The three people inside the tent: "..."

Gu Jinzhi chuckled and shook his head: "It seems that Granny really did do something good last night."

Yan Qing and Yuan Zhao didn't quite understand, and looked at Gu Jinzhi with confusion: "What do you mean?"

"It means that our master now has a formal title."

"What title?"

"..."

Gu Jinzhi didn't want to talk to someone as stupid and dull as a pig.

Rough old men who only know how to practice martial arts and fight.

Yuan Zhao didn't understand, but Yan Qing vaguely grasped the meaning.

His eyes widened, and he suddenly realized, "Master and Madam last night..."

"Yan Qing".

Feng Xingyu suddenly spoke up, interrupting Yan Qing's loose tongue: "I have something to say to Madam alone. You may leave now and come back later."

Yan Qing stopped speaking.

The three of them fell silent, but their eyes lingered on Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu with ambiguous glances before they suppressed a laugh and tactfully left the tent.

Only the two of them remained in the tent.

Feng Xingyu removed his mask and placed it aside.

He was pleasantly surprised when Mo Sangyu came to find him after she woke up.

So it seems she wasn't angry about what happened last night.

Feng Xingyu wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head and nuzzled against her neck, like a satiated little wolf seeking tenderness.

Mo Sangyu didn't push him away. Instead, she raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck. This intimate gesture made Feng Xingyu's expression falter slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his head to kiss her, but she leaned on his shoulder instead, her soft fingers slipping inside his shirt and reaching for the back of his neck.

"What are you touching?"

Feng Xingyu asked in a hoarse voice, tilting his head slightly to match her movement.

Mo Sangyu did not respond.

Taking advantage of his moment of vulnerability is the best opportunity to break the soul contract.

As long as the ice talisman in his body is absorbed by spiritual power, the soul contract will cease to exist.

However, she searched for a long time but couldn't find the ice talisman.

strangeness.

It's right here, how could it not be here?

Moreover, the connection to the soul contract is still there, so why is the source of the link gone?!

Mo Sangyu stopped moving, her brows furrowing slightly.

This is a flawed product she conjured when her spiritual power was insufficient. Could there be some hidden flaws in it?

Feng Xingyu finally noticed her unusual behavior, and pulled away slightly, looking at her: "What are you looking for?"

"...It's nothing."

Mo Sangyu quickly smiled, dispelling his doubts.

Feng Xingyu stared at her for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You came to me of your own accord, is it to break the soul contract with me?"

"..."

Faced with Feng Xingyu's questioning gaze, Mo Sangyu felt inexplicably guilty.

That's not right.

She can break the soul contract whenever she wants; what's there to be guilty about?

Besides, it's for his own good to get rid of it, so why is he still unwilling?

Seeing that Mo Sangyu remained silent, Feng Xingyu's face instantly darkened. He grabbed her wrist and said coldly, "Has it been untied?"

The docility that had just been there was completely gone.

"…No."

Mo Sangyu's wrist ached from his grip. Seeing the anger in his eyes, she was slightly taken aback: "Feng Xingyu, let go."

Hearing her say "no," Feng Xingyu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly released Mo Sangyu's wrist, but still held her hand tightly: "I don't agree to break the soul contract, Mo Sangyu, do you hear me?"

"..."

There's no way to solve it.

The ice runes have all disappeared, so how can we undo this?

Mo Sangyu was very depressed.

She reached out, trying to search again, but Feng Xingyu grabbed her hand, his gaze chillingly cold: "Mo Sangyu, do you really want to get rid of me that badly?"

He'd thought this woman's finally come to her senses and was contacting him because she missed him, but it turned out...

Feng Xingyu's eyes reddened, and his chest heaved with anger.

Just as he was about to say something, Mo Sangyu suddenly leaned in and kissed his lips, silencing him before he could finish his sentence.

Mo Sangyu's kiss was very light, with a hint of soothing, somewhat clumsy, gently touching his lips without going deep.

The simple touch, like a handful of cool spring water, instantly extinguished the sudden surge of anger in Feng Xingyu's heart.

His tense body gradually relaxed, and he was about to take the initiative when Mo Sangyu quickly retreated.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, and a complex emotion that he couldn't quite understand.

"I don't want to get rid of you."

Mo Sangyu reached out and smoothed the stray hairs from his forehead, patiently saying, "This soul contract is an ice talisman I conjured when my spiritual power was insufficient. It's a flawed product; even I don't know how many loopholes it has. So, I did consider breaking it, but now..."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "I want to solve it, but I can't."

Feng Xingyu frowned.

He seized on the key point in Mo Sangyu's words and asked, "What do you mean by 'can't be solved even if you want to'?"

"The ice rune is gone; it disappeared from your body."

Mo Sangyu felt there was no need to hide or lie.

"The ice rune is the bridge connecting the soul contract between the two of you. In our current state, the soul contract is still there, but the ice rune in your body is gone."

"Does that mean our soul bond can never be broken?"

Feng Xingyu asked a question, his tone somewhat subtle.

"As it stands now."

Mo Sangyu nodded: "That might be the case."

She wondered if it was because they... you know, that things suddenly turned out this way.

Feng Xingyu was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly. He pulled her closer again, resting his chin on the top of her head: "This is fine."

"What's so good about it?"

Mo Sangyu pushed him away and said seriously, "This means that you will have to protect me from harm for the rest of your life, and who knows what other accidents might happen in the future."

"It's alright."

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, his thin lips slightly parted: "I do."

He shielded her from harm, and in return, she would never leave him; it was all worth it.

Mo Sangyu's heart skipped a beat.

It feels very unfamiliar.

Looking at Feng Xingyu's face, she suddenly felt that she wouldn't be at a disadvantage if she were to be with such a handsome man.

However, the thought that she might have to get up in the middle of the night to look for him at any time made her feel very annoyed.

She didn't like this feeling of being out of control.

Feng Xingyu's anger came quickly, but it also subsided quickly.

Upon learning that this soul contract could never be broken, he immediately felt relieved.

His gaze was fixed on Mo Sangyu's lips, and certain tastes from his memories flooded back, making him unable to resist slowly moving closer.

"Let's get down to business."

Mo Sangyu pushed his face away, stood up from his embrace, and walked out of the tent.

Her legs were still weak.

I can't let this man seduce and be seduc me anymore.

"Mr. Gu, please come in."

Mo Sangyu called the three of them back: "Tell me your next battle plan."

Several people gathered around the sand table.

The sand table clearly displays the terrain and power distribution within hundreds of miles surrounding Youdu City.

To the north lies a continuous, rugged limestone mountain range, sparsely populated.

To the west and south lie several small, powerful countries with ambiguous borders, so it is not advisable to act rashly for the time being.

To the east lies a vast grassland, dotted with a few nomadic tribes.

Gu Jinzhi pointed to the northeast corner of the grassland, a place marked with a small red flag.

"Look here, Blackstone Tribe."

He explained in a steady voice: "It is about two hundred miles from Youdu City. They make a living by herding horses and robbing caravans. The tribe is not the largest in population, but the people are extremely fierce. All adult men can be soldiers, and everyone is skilled in archery and horsemanship."

Gu Jinzhi used a wooden stick to mark out the area on the sand table.

"Their pastures and water sources have long been coveted by the more powerful Iron River Kingdom to the south, but the Iron River Kingdom has sent troops to conquer them several times without success."

"Why?" Yuan Zhao asked.

"Two reasons."

Gu Jinzhi held up two fingers: "First, the terrain. The Black Stone Tribe occupies a high ground in the eastern part of the grassland that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is backed by a cliff and can only be entered through two narrow passes."

"Secondly, and most importantly, their leader, Umulle."

Gu Jinzhi's expression turned serious when the name was mentioned.

"This person is at least a ninth-rank martial artist, possesses immense strength, and is proficient in grassland combat techniques, but that's not the most troublesome thing."

He looked at Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu and continued, "According to reliable intelligence, this Wu Mule knows an extremely strange secret technique. When he uses it, his skin becomes as hard as iron. Ordinary swords and blades cannot even leave a white mark when they cut into it. He is truly invulnerable to swords and spears. This is also the key to the Iron River Kingdom's repeated defeats."

"Invulnerable to swords and spears?"

Yan Qing scoffed, "There's no such thing as a truly indestructible body. They must have used some kind of evil method."

"Maybe."

Gu Jinzhi nodded: "But at the very least, we must first figure out the ins and outs of his secret technique and find a way to break it. Otherwise, even if we win by force against the Black Stone Tribe, it will be a Pyrrhic victory and we will suffer more losses than gains."

Invulnerable to swords and spears?

After listening, Mo Sangyu's eyes once again revealed that long-lost interest.

"If we conquer the Blackrock Tribe, will dealing with the other tribes be a piece of cake?"

"good."

Gu Jinzhi nodded again: "The Black Stone Tribe is the leader of all the tribes. The reason why the other tribes were not swallowed up is because they had already secretly submitted to Wumule."

"That would be best."

After a moment's thought, Mo Sangyu made a preliminary decision.

"Mr. Gu, please give me a copy of the detailed map of the Black Stone Tribe that you prepared, as well as your attack plan. I'll take it back and study it."

"Okay."

Gu Jinzhi had no suspicions and, without any hesitation, took out these most confidential items and handed them to Mo Sangyu with both hands.

Mo Sangyu took it with one hand, glanced at it briefly, and then put it away, intending to look at it slowly when she returned to her residence.

"You guys keep busy."

She turned to look at Feng Xingyu: "I'm going back now."

Feng Xingyu smiled slightly and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Tonight, it's my turn to come to you."