His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu glanced into the shadows behind her and frowned in confusion.

"Miss, is it necessary for me to go and take a look?" Ya Zi stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"No need."

As long as they don't cause damage, she can't be bothered with them.

The banquet officially began, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Wu Mule appeared particularly excited and raised his glass to toast Mo Sangyu.

"Miss Mo, this is the strongest milk wine from our grasslands, please try it."

He handed the wine glass to Mo Sangyu, his eyes filled with an undeniable smile, and a hint of...probing.

Mo Sangyu took the wine glass, but did not drink it immediately.

Her consciousness subtly swept over Wumulle.

From the start of the banquet, she sensed that something was off about Umulle's demeanor.

There was a cold, gloomy aura inside him, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

On the surface, there was nothing unusual, but Mo Sangyu could sense that he seemed to be... forcing himself to stay upright.

Injuried?

Not quite.

"Miss Mo, are you not giving me any face?"

Seeing that Mo Sangyu was slow to drink, Wu Mule looked displeased.

"It would be impolite to refuse the chief's hospitality."

Mo Sangyu raised his cup, about to drink, when Wu Mule's expression froze almost imperceptibly.

A bluish-black aura flashed between his brows, and he suddenly stood up, smiling at everyone, "Please enjoy yourselves, I'll be right back."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, he strode towards his own tent.

His steps were steady, yet there was a hint of urgency in them.

Mo Sangyu's eyes flickered slightly.

She put down her wine glass and gave Ya Zi a look.

Ya Zi nodded knowingly.

Mo Sangyu made an excuse and was about to get up and leave when a warrior leader suddenly approached her and said, "You must be Miss Mo. Would you mind having a drink and getting to know each other?"

"Monghergo".

Seeing this, Wuya quickly got up and went over to pull the warrior leader away: "Don't frighten my benefactor. If you want to drink, I'll drink with you."

After the person was taken away, Wuya glanced at Mo Sangyu and gave a knowing smile.

Mo Sangyu's lips curled slightly, and she quickly got up and left.

She concealed her presence and walked towards Wumulle's main tent.

Inside the main tent, there was a dim light and shadow.

She slowly approached.

As I approached the heavy felt door and was about to lift a corner, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and a patrolling guard passed by.

Before she could slip away, the guards were knocked unconscious and dragged away.

The next moment, a man dressed in a blue robe stood in front of Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him indifferently, ignored him, and continued what she was doing, gently lifting the felt curtain to look inside.

Besides Eugère, there was also a gaunt old man inside the tent.

He was dressed in a strange animal skin robe and his face was smeared with eerie paint; he looked like a pharmacist.

The old man held a small, black bowl in his hands, containing a dark red liquid that emitted a pungent, fishy odor.

Umulle had completely lost the imposing manner he had displayed in front of others. He knelt on the ground, his face pale with a bluish tinge.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with longing for the bowl of liquid.

"Quick...give it to me now!"

Umulle urged in a hoarse voice.

The old man, expressionless, held the black bowl to his lips.

Like a thirsty beast, Wumulle snatched the bowl and drank the foul-smelling liquid inside in one gulp.

"Uh... Ah!"

The moment the liquid entered his stomach, Umulle let out a low growl that sounded inhuman.

His body trembled violently, and the veins under his skin bulged and turned a deep purple.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded...

A layer of grayish-black, rock-like substance rapidly seeped out from under his skin, congealed, and hardened.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Mule's body was covered with a strange stone armor that gleamed with a cold metallic light.

Stone armor covered his entire body, and grotesque bone spurs grew from his joints, making him look like a rock monster that had crawled out of hell.

As the stone armor covered him, his aura became violent and powerful, filled with a destructive force, far exceeding his usual demeanor.

Is this the secret to his invulnerability?

What exactly was that thing he was drinking from?

Mo Sangyu pondered for a moment.

Chu Canglan stood behind her, his gaze fixed on the scene inside, looking down at her head, which made his brows furrow deeply.

When Mo Sangyu turned around, she saw him standing behind her, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Are you bored?"

She pushed him aside and lowered her voice, saying, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm here for?"

Chu Canglan crossed his arms and lowered his voice, "Yue'er's soul is with you, how could I not come along?"

He glanced into the tent and said matter-of-factly, "If anything happens to you, my Yue'er will be implicated as well."

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow: "Then should I give her back to you now?"

"..."

Chu Canglan immediately became obedient.

He slapped his mouth and gave a fawning smile: "I was wrong. I came here specifically to protect you and be your bodyguard, isn't that enough?"

Mo Sangyu scoffed lightly, ignored him, and continued to pay attention to the situation inside the tent.

At that moment, Umulle had just drunk the medicine and was clearly not very alert to the noises outside.

Otherwise, they would have noticed their movements long ago.

Mo Sangyu looked inside, and Chu Canglan, curious, also stared inside.

How did you know I was here?

"It's all because of your cunning man. He deliberately had someone tell me, knowing I would worry about Yue'er, and that's why he's eager to be your bodyguard."

"..."

He wasn't angry?

They even knew to find her helpers.

Mo Sangyu's red lips curved into a smile.

Inside the tent, the stone armor on Umulle's body was slowly dissipating.

His exposed skin had become darker, turning a deathly bluish-gray, covered with crack-like patterns.

The crimson in his eyes faded, replaced by a deeper, darker, and more sinister look, and his overall energy and spirit recovered considerably.

"Are you confident you can kill this freak?" Mo Sangyu suddenly asked in a low voice.

Chu Canglan looked into the tent and nodded in agreement: "It is indeed quite monstrous, but whether it can kill them is really hard to say."

After saying that, he shifted his gaze to Mo Sangyu, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "But, do you have a grudge against him?"

"no."

"Then why did you kill him?"

"Kill him, and the grassland tribes will be leaderless and inevitably fall into internal strife. Once they're locked in a fierce battle, I'll reap the benefits."

"..."

Chu Canglan opened his eyes wide, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

Are you serious?

Why would I lie to you?

Mo Sangyu felt it was about time; if they stayed any longer, the people inside would fully recover and it would be easy for them to be discovered.

She turned and walked towards the banquet.

Chu Canglan followed up: "No, you already possess my Youdu City, why do you still want to take over the grassland tribes?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him sideways and said bluntly, "What can you do with your tiny plot of land?"

Chu Canglan: "..."

They even want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger; they're truly ruthless and vicious.

Back to the banquet.

Mo Sangyu sat down nonchalantly. When Wu Ya saw her return, she immediately helped cover for her, so that no one would suspect anything about her departure.

Not long after.

Umule also returned to the banquet.

He changed his clothes and put on a smile again.

"I've kept Miss Mo waiting." He raised his glass. "Come on, let's continue. We must enjoy ourselves tonight."

Mo Sangyu glanced at the milk wine on the table.

I wonder if drinking one glass of this will make me drunk?

She picked up the glass, and just as she brought it to her lips, before even taking a sip, she noticed a strange smell in the wine.

Oh.

It turned out that she had been drugged.

If Feng Xingyu drinks this stuff, won't he go crazy?

It's best not to cause trouble for yourself.

Mo Sangyu's lips curled up slightly.

She slowly removed the wine glass and, in front of Ummul, poured it little by little onto the table.

"The Ukrainian leader's hospitality is too kind of me to refuse."

She toyed with the empty wine glass, her voice soft yet clear enough to pierce the noise and bring an abrupt silence to the surroundings: "But..."

She raised her eyes, her gaze calmly meeting that of Umulle, whose smile had stiffened slightly in the main seat, a cold smile curving her lips.

"Is this how the Blackrock Tribe treats its guests—by offering me spiked wine?"

Umuller's smile vanished completely, and his eyes suddenly darkened. Before he could speak, there was a loud crash.

Mo Sangyu suddenly stood up, and with a wave of her hand, overturned the low table in front of her, along with the cups, plates, and wine glasses.

The roasted meat rolled over, the milk wine spilled, and shards of broken porcelain and food were scattered all over the floor.

The loud noise silenced the entire venue.

Everyone stared in disbelief at this sudden turn of events.

Mo Sangyu didn't even glance at the mess on the ground, nor at Wu Mule's instantly ashen face.

"Yazi, let's go."

She said that and left immediately.

Ya Zi quickly followed, his cold gaze sweeping over the restless guards around him, his silent killing intent making them wary.

Umulle's face turned from blue to black, and a horrifying ferocity appeared in his eyes.

However, just when everyone thought he was about to explode, he suddenly turned his head, his sinister gaze sweeping over several of his confidants and the maid in charge of drinks.

"Who..." he forced out through clenched teeth, "dared to take it upon themselves to drug her drink?"

Those who were caught in the gaze turned pale with fright and fell to their knees with a thud.

"I'll deal with you all later!"

Umulle growled a low voice from his throat, then strode off in the direction Mo Sangyu had gone.

After they left, no one noticed the smile that slowly appeared on Wuya's face.

Mo Sangyu hadn't gone far; he had just left the area illuminated by the campfire and stepped into the shadows between the tents.

Umulle caught up with her in a few steps and blocked her way.

"Miss Mo, please wait."

His anger subsided, and his tone softened: "What happened tonight was my oversight. I apologize to you for offending you, young lady."

Mo Sangyu stopped in her tracks. In the darkness, her profile was as cold as frost, and she remained unmoved by his apology.

"Please go back and get some rest, Miss Mo."

Umuller looked at her, his eyes churning with complex emotions.

There was lingering anger, frustration at having plans disrupted, and a sense of humiliation at being slighted but having no choice but to endure it.

And, he developed a deeper interest in and desire to conquer her because of her tough stance.

"Tomorrow, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give you a satisfactory explanation."