His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

A whole box full of black iron!

No wonder Gu Jinzhi was so rude.

This black iron is truly rare; finding even a few pieces is already a feat, let alone a whole box of it…

Uh, wait...

How come there are so many boxes?

Gu Jinzhi's expression changed, and her voice trembled: "Could it be... all of them inside..."

That's Xuan Tie, the kind of Xuan Tie that money can't buy!

Feng Xingyu was only shocked for a moment before regaining his composure.

After all, he was well aware of his wife's capabilities.

He wasn't surprised at all that she could conjure up anything from the universe.

However, conjuring so much black iron at once would definitely deplete a lot of her spiritual power.

I don't know where they've gone again.

Gu Jinzhi opened each box one by one and was so shocked to see that they were indeed full of black iron that he was speechless.

After a long silence, he finally said, "Madam, you are truly a divine being."

"Huh, what's this?"

Feng Mian first saw the letter and drawings on the desk.

She picked it up and handed it to Feng Xingyu: "This seems to have been left by Miss."

"Let me see."

Gu Jinzhi retrieved it first, and the first thing he saw was the blueprint. He exclaimed with delight, "This is how to forge weapons! Madam, you've thought of everything so thoroughly!"

"What is that?"

Feng Xingyu's gaze fell on another envelope: "Give it to me."

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Gu Jinzhi frowned when he saw the envelope.

Could this be a letter?

Why would the lady leave a letter out of the blue?

Feng Xingyu opened the envelope and saw the contents of the letter; his aura instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The letter stated that there were twelve boxes of black iron and a blueprint, which could be used to forge elite weapons.

Also, I'll go to the Black Stone Tribe first to find out their background and investigate the true nature of Emu Le.

You must muster your troops and prepare your horses; do not act rashly. Wait for the signal.

There are two words left.

Don't worry about it.

Feng Xingyu's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the letter, the thin paper making a faint sound as if it were about to break under the weight.

An indescribable anger and frustration surged up in my heart and rushed to the top of my head.

Great, that's really great!

Without a word, without revealing any plans, she just ran off with that pretty boy she picked up?!

Don't worry!

How could he not study!

He slammed the letter onto the table with a loud "thud".

His eyes seemed frozen, yet his chest felt like it was on fire.

"Sir, please calm down."

Gu Jinzhi was an outsider, so he was naturally calm enough.

"Madam is not being willful or unreasonable. She left behind enough resources and blueprints to forge elite weapons and went ahead to the most dangerous front line. We cannot... hold her back."

Feng Xingyu closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the urge to grab someone immediately. When he opened them again, his gaze fell heavily on the black iron.

The anger had not subsided, but reason had returned.

He knew that Gu Jinzhi was right.

At this point, no matter how angry he was, he could only suppress his anger, forge the weapons, prepare the troops, and make preparations for the battle.

But in reality, while others may not know, Feng Xingyu is well aware of the situation.

The reason Mo Sangyu abandoned him was simply because she had been a bit too demanding these past few days, wasn't it?

As for running away from home?

He's utterly rebellious!

We'll settle the score with her when we meet again someday!

……

On the official road leading to the eastern grassland tribes, Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi each rode a horse, hurrying along at full speed.

Given their current speed and road conditions, the journey of over two hundred miles should be short; they should reach the nearest tribe before midnight.

However, Mo Sangyu didn't want to rush. She needed to catch up on sleep to restore her spiritual energy, so she rested for the night at an inn.

The next day at daybreak, they continued their journey.

It took more than two hours of running before the speed gradually decreased.

"Miss, we're now within the tribe's territory. I've heard that the area is unsafe and you're likely to encounter..."

What kind of things are you likely to encounter?

Mo Sangyu reined in his horse and looked at the desolate landscape ahead, which was completely different from Youdu City.

"Bandits."

Ya Zi answered in a low voice, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily: "There are also cavalry patrolling between tribes, and they are usually not very friendly to strangers."

This information was obtained by him from the caravans that were leaving the city earlier that day.

Caravans generally don't dare to pass through here. If they really can't avoid it, they'll spend a lot of money to hire mercenaries to escort them.

Mo Sangyu nodded, not surprised.

In these tribal regions that are outside the control of major powers, the law of the jungle is the norm.

"Let's change our clothes."

She dismounted and took out two sets of coarse cloth clothing with a distinct grassland style from her baggage: "Try to keep a low profile and sneak in to see what's going on."

The two quickly changed their clothes, tethered their horses in a secluded grove, and carried only the necessary dry rations, water pouches, and short knives for self-defense.

"Let's go."

Mo Sangyu adjusted the headscarf used to cover her face and took the lead towards the entrance of the grassland.

Ya Zi followed silently half a step behind her, his sharp eyes watching for any movement.

Upon entering the grassland, the scenery is vast and open, with the sky high and the land far away.

The wind rustled through the knee-high wild grass.

In the distance, one can occasionally see scattered yurts and roaming cattle and sheep, and further away, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys.

It should be a settlement of some tribe.

Mo Sangyu took out the map Gu Jinzhi had given her and looked at it, roughly determining their current location.

We've only just entered the tribe's territory; the surrounding houses are just occupied by some herders.

But the herders who can survive here are probably not exactly kind people either.

After walking for about an hour, a winding dirt road appeared ahead, with a crooked wooden sign standing by the roadside.

The wooden sign had some kind of crooked writing on it.

Mo Sangyu didn't understand it, but guessed it might be a boundary marker of some tribe.

According to the general direction markings on the map, this area belongs to the Qingchuan tribe.

Skilled in farming and naval warfare.

It is about 70 or 80 miles away from the Black Stone Tribe.

Mo Sangyu's goal was clear: the Black Stone Tribe, the leader of all tribes.

They then prepared to bypass the boundary marker and continue walking towards the northeast corner.

Although hiking is slower, it makes it easier to grasp the detailed route.

"stop!"

Just as the two men rounded the wooden sign, a rapid, chaotic sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from their side and behind, accompanied by a rough shout: "What are you two doing?"

Mo Sangyu paused, but did not turn around immediately.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw seven or eight men riding ponies and wearing dirty fur coats quickly surrounding her.

They held curved knives or lassos in their hands, their faces filled with ill intent as they sized them up.

Were they bandits or tribal sentries?

Ya Zi subtly shifted half a step to the side, shielding Mo Sangyu behind him, his right hand quietly resting on the short blade at his waist.

Mo Sangyu slowly turned around, her face expressionless, but she pulled down her headscarf to cover most of her face.

She calmly looked at the burly man in the lead, whose face was full of scars and who had a mark on his forehead.

"Just passing by."

She deliberately lowered her voice, which had a slightly hoarse accent.

"Just passing by?"

The scarred, burly man sneered, spurred his horse forward a few steps, and looked them down at them: "Where did you come from? Where are you going? Look at your delicate skin, you don't look like people from the grasslands."

His gaze lingered on Mo Sangyu's exposed chin and neck, before sweeping over Ya Zi beside him.

Although Ya Zi was dressed in coarse cloth, his clean and handsome face made those people's eyes flash with greedy malice.

The other men chuckled and surrounded them, forming a tight encirclement.

"Boss, this pretty boy is really good-looking, even more attractive than a woman."

A man with a pointed snout and monkey-like face stared at Ya Zi and licked his lips.

"Women might be more exciting when they're covered up so much," another chimed in.

Mo Sangyu's eyes turned cold.

They ran into this group of ruthless bandits as soon as they arrived.

Perfect, let's deal with them first, so we don't have to spend time searching for their stronghold after conquering the tribe later.

"Brothers, my brother and I fled here from another place."

Mo Sangyu lowered her eyes, her shoulders hunched slightly, deliberately revealing a hint of fear and helplessness, and her voice became even lower and softer: "My family suffered a disaster, my parents are dead, and I want to find a tribe to take refuge in and beg for food."

Upon hearing Mo Sangyu's words, Ya Zi immediately understood and lowered his head, feigning a timid and cowardly demeanor.

This weak, pitiful, and helpless posture clearly pleased the bandits.

The scarred man and his men exchanged glances, all seeing a sinister grin in each other's eyes.

What a wonderful day! I've actually encountered two little lambs that practically delivered themselves to my doorstep.

"Seek refuge with a tribe?"

The scarred, burly man chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "You guys are lucky to have run into me. I know a good place, with food and lodging provided, and... other fun too."

He spoke with a pointed tone, as if afraid others wouldn't realize he was a bad guy: "Come with me, and I guarantee you'll never have to worry about food or clothing again."

"Really...really?"

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes and smiled sincerely: "I also think we are very lucky. Thank you for taking us in, brother."

I can't believe there are still such naive girls these days who would actually believe such a thing?

It makes you want to cherish it.

"Let's go then."

The scarred, burly man was already getting impatient and signaled his men to keep an eye on them.

Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi were very obedient, sandwiched between the bandits, and headed towards the depths of the grassland, which was slightly off from the direction of the Black Stone Tribe.

Along the way, the bandits spoke crudely and discussed the quality of the new goods and the fun they would have later without restraint.

They completely disregarded these two lambs, who were essentially fools.

After walking for about half an hour, a sheltered mountain hollow appeared ahead, its location very secluded.

Further ahead, there was a simple camp enclosed by wooden fences and felt.

At the entrance to the camp, several dirty flags were stuck crookedly, and a few sentry figures could be vaguely seen.

We've arrived.

The burly man with the scar shouted triumphantly, "Brothers, bring the man inside!"

The camp was even more chaotic and filthy than it appeared from the outside.

The ground was littered with garbage and animal excrement, and the air was filled with an unpleasant stench of sweat, blood, and cheap liquor.

Some of the bandits, dressed in tattered fur coats, sat or lay down, and when they saw the scarred, burly man bringing back a new bride, they all cast curious or lewd glances at him.

Ya Zi's gaze swept over those people with a dark and gloomy look.

Anyone who dares to look at the young lady with such filthy eyes will have their eyes gouged out later.

One of his men led Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi to a relatively secluded area in a corner of the camp, enclosed by thick felt.

He lifted a corner of the felt cloth, and an even stronger, nauseating stench wafted out.

Mo Sangyu looked inside, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes.

These beasts are worse than pigs and dogs!