His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu did not respond immediately.

She stared at Umulle silently, watching until his patience was about to run out, before finally hearing her speak: "Alright, I'll wait for Chief Umulle's explanation."

After saying that, she walked past him and headed straight for her tent.

Umuller stood there, watching her figure disappear into the night. The guilt on his face faded, leaving only a chilling, menacing look.

He turned around and glared fiercely at the campfire, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"leader."

At this moment, Umulle's confidant appeared and whispered in his ear, "The matter you asked me to investigate has yielded some results."

"Oh? We'll talk about it when we get back."

……

Mo Sangyu returned to the tent.

Just as the felt curtain was lowered, a green figure silently slipped in.

It was Chu Canglan.

He leaned against the felt wall by the door, arms crossed, watching Mo Sangyu with a mocking and amused expression: "Overturning the table and leaving, that's quite domineering. But aren't you afraid of angering him and starting a fight on the spot?"

Ya Zi stood behind Mo Sangyu like a shadow, showing no surprise at Chu Canglan's appearance, but cautiously watching the commotion outside.

Mo Sangyu walked to the low couch covered with soft animal hides and sat down. He rubbed his temples and said in a calm tone, "So what if he's angry? I'll kill him sooner or later anyway."

Are you sure you can kill him?

"To be on the safe side, let's find that pharmacist, figure out what kind of medicine he drank, and find a way to break the stone armor on his body before we take action."

"you……"

Chu Canglan looked at her, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes: "Are you really after the grassland tribes?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Mo Sangyu countered with a question, then said coldly, "If you don't want to help, then leave. No one will force you."

Chu Canglan: "..."

How could Feng Xingyu possibly tolerate such a temper?

His moon is still the best.

Gentle and charming, understanding and considerate.

"For Yue'er's sake, I will definitely help."

Chu Canglan said this and turned to leave.

"Miss."

After he left, Ya Zi stepped forward and knelt before Mo Sangyu: "I'm sorry, I failed in my duty tonight. I didn't see that someone had drugged your wine, Miss. If you hadn't discovered it yourself, the consequences would have been unimaginable..."

Get up.

Mo Sangyu raised her hand, gesturing for him to stand up.

She poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then slowly said, "This medicine wasn't administered while I was away, so it has nothing to do with you."

"Miss, do you really think it wasn't from Ebony?"

"no."

"Who could it be?"

After Ya Zi finished asking the question, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly understood.

"It's Uya!"

That woman shouldn't have been saved!

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and said with a faint smile, "She just wants to escalate the relationship between me and Wu Mule so that I can make my move sooner."

"Go and kill her!"

As he spoke, Ya Zi turned to go find Wu Ya, but Mo Sangyu stopped him, saying, "No rush."

"it is good."

Ya Zi lowered his head and replied, "Then Miss, please rest well tonight. I will guard the door."

"I can't sleep tonight."

Umulle is not a fool.

Mo Sangyu had a premonition that their time was running out.

"Yazi, go outside and keep watch. Try your best not to let anyone get close."

"Yes."

Ya Zi suppressed his doubts and simply obeyed orders.

After Ya Zi left, Mo Sangyu slowly sat up straight.

She planned to use her soul's perception to search for the old man over a wide area.

Although this method consumes some spiritual energy, it is indeed the most efficient method at present.

Mo Sangyu sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, and her powerful spiritual consciousness spread outwards from her own center to the entire Black Stone Tribe.

To avoid arousing Eugène's suspicion, she deliberately avoided his main tent during the search. However, she still keenly noticed that there were people inside the tent at the moment, seemingly having a secret conversation.

Moreover, there are significantly more guards than before.

Has this Wumu Le already noticed something?

Mo Sangyu couldn't worry about that now; she had to find the old man as soon as possible.

She used her spiritual sense to cover the area, so unless the person was truly not there, she would find them no matter where they were hiding.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they found the old man's presence in a small tent in a corner of the tribe.

He was indeed a pharmacist, but judging from his aura, he was more like a witch doctor or some kind of evil healer.

His tent smelled not only of various herbs, but also of blood and decay.

Mo Sangyu withdrew his soul consciousness.

She conjured a black cloak, the wide hood falling down to completely obscure her face and long black hair in shadow.

"Hold on tight."

He lifted the felt curtain and went out, uttered two words to Ya Zi, and with a flicker, disappeared into the shadows in the corner of the tent.

She evaded all the night patrol guards and made her way to the small tent.

Mo Sangyu lifted the felt curtain and entered directly.

"Who?"

The old man was arranging medicinal herbs with his back to the felt curtain when he suddenly heard a noise and his aged voice shouted sharply.

He turned around abruptly.

A man in black appeared in front of me.

His cloudy eyes widened, and before he could even ask a question, the man in black sprayed water mist in his face. Due to his special constitution, his vision went black instantly, and he collapsed.

The most powerful anesthetic spray in Country M.

That's awesome!

To save time, Mo Sangyu directly probed his brain with her soul consciousness.

The other person had already completely lost consciousness, so Mo Sangyu would not encounter any resistance or hindrance when entering his brain. All that was needed was a little patience to filter out the memories related to the medicine that Wu Mule had drunk.

Not long after, she found that memory.

After reading it, Mo Sangyu was immediately disappointed.

It turns out that this thing is called Stone Demon Armor, a kind of defensive secret technique. People who practice this technique will not only have their appearance affected, but also their temperament, becoming cold-blooded and bloodthirsty.

The substance he drank was meant to provide nutrients for the Stone Demon Armor. He had to drink it once every three months. If he didn't, he would suffer a backlash and be slowly devoured by the Stone Demon Armor as if it were his own nutrient.

This is not a secret technique at all, but an evil art!

To break the Stone Demon Armor, it's simple: either stop him from drinking the nutrient, or kill the wizard.

But I only drink that stuff once every three months, and I just drank it tonight...

It's taking too long; Mo Sangyu doesn't want to wait.

Moreover, there was no time for her to wait.

Mo Sangyu returned to the tent and found that Chu Canglan had come again, this time with Yan Xu by his side.

This person was seriously injured by Feng Xingyu and stayed in the villa to recuperate, so they forgot about him.

"Umul is mobilizing troops, and your tent has been surrounded."

Chu Canglan's expression was unusually serious.

He looked up at Mo Sangyu: "It seems he's not planning to play along with you anymore."

"I know."

Mo Sangyu was not surprised at all.

On her way back, she discovered that there were no fewer than dozens of martial arts experts lurking around her tent.

But those people posed little threat to her.

"The movements were indeed quite fast."

She walked to the low couch, sat down, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"What did you find out when you went to see that old man?" Chu Canglan asked.

"We got the answer by asking, but it wasn't very useful."

Mo Sangyu took a sip of tea and briefly explained the matter of the Stone Demon Armor and nutrients.

"The solution isn't difficult, but I don't have the patience to waste time with him."

Chu Canglan hadn't expected that she would discover this secret so easily.

That old man must be Wumulle's confidant, how could he tell her such a secret?

He suppressed his doubts and asked again, "So what do you plan to do?"

"What else can we do but confront them head-on?"

"A head-on clash?"

"What's wrong?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at him: "Lord Chu, a grandmaster, are you afraid?"

Chu Canglan's lips twitched: "He just finished drinking his medicine, and his Stone Demon Armor is at its peak, making him impervious to blades and spears. Even true qi can't harm him. We're still on his territory. In this situation, how can we possibly fight him head-on..."

He paused for a moment: "This isn't a question of whether I'm afraid or not, it's about analyzing our current situation with you."

"Okay, then tell me more."

"I think Ya Zi and Yan Xu should be able to hold off the others for a while, then we can work together to deal with Wu Mu Le..."

"It's not just the two of us."

Mo Sangyu interrupted him, correcting him: "It was you."

"..."

"You, a grandmaster, aren't you enough to deal with him by yourself?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'll watch the game."

Chu Canglan's lips twitched.

The abacus beads were practically hitting his face.

"In that case, I can only guarantee that I can get you out of here safely, but I can't guarantee that I can kill him."

"Do I need you to bring it?"

Mo Sangyu rolled her eyes: "If I want to leave, I can leave anytime, but what am I doing here? Just wasting my time?"

"...Okay, then tell me exactly what you want to do?"

She hesitated for a moment, about to speak, when suddenly she heard a series of chaotic footsteps outside.

At this moment, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

So...he's here?

Mo Sangyu got up, lifted the felt curtain and went out. Chu Canglan, Ya Zi, and Yan Xu also stopped hiding and followed her out.

When Wu Mule saw that there were two more people beside Mo Sangyu, his already unpleasant expression became even more indescribable.

The bunch of good-for-nothings around him had clearly surrounded the place, but when someone broke in, they didn't notice at all.

"Miss Mo, don't you need to explain?"

"explain?"

Mo Sangyu stood on the steps, looking at the group of guards and tribal warriors behind Wu Mule, a look of doubt on her face: "Chief Wu, you've made such a big fuss so early in the morning, shouldn't you explain yourself?"

"I asked you first!"

Umulle's eyes were filled with rage as he pointed at Chu Canglan and Yan Xu, asking, "Who are they?"

Chu Canglan coughed lightly, a gentle, fake smile appearing on his handsome face, just like when he first met Mo Sangyu.

"I'm her brother."

He lied with a straight face: "My name is Mo Canglan. Chief Wu doesn't seem to welcome me. In that case, I'll have to leave with my sister."

"Are you his brother?"

Umulle was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Do you think I'm stupid? Her name is Mo Sangyu, she's the woman of the seventh prince of the Great You Dynasty, she came from Youdu City. I heard that Youdu City was under lockdown for seven days recently, do you think it might have changed hands?"

Upon hearing these words, Mo Sangyu couldn't help but look at him with new respect.

From yesterday to today, it's only been a dozen or so hours, and he's already found out so much.

Mo Sangyu immediately gave Chu Canglan a look, letting him figure it out for himself.

The smile on Chu Canglan's face disappeared.

He knew that Mo Sangyu was saying that he was inferior to this ugly monster.

Oh.

"Is there anything else?"

Mo Sangyu was a little curious; what else did Wu Mule know?

"certainly."

Wu Mule sneered, saying smugly, "He said his name is Mo Canglan, the city lord of Youdu City is Chu Canglan, and you come from Youdu City. The seventh prince of the Great You Dynasty is already dead, so he's not your brother at all, but your..."