His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Aren't you going to help?" Feng Xingyu asked.

"This is nothing!"

Mo Sangyu wasn't in a hurry at all: "We have to wait until she's in dire straits before we can truly show how important I am as her savior."

Feng Xingyu absolutely adored her scheming little expression: "Okay, whatever you say."

"It's time for us to take action."

"Um."

The sounds of fighting and shouting quickly alerted the worshippers in the front courtyard.

Many people gathered around at the sound, looking around with surprise and uncertainty.

"What happened? Why is there a fight at the temple?"

"It seems a female worshipper caused some trouble..."

The abbot rushed to the front courtyard, put on a compassionate expression, and called out, "Please do not panic, esteemed benefactors!"

"The female guest just now attempted to steal the Buddhist treasures enshrined in our temple. When the monks discovered her, she attacked and injured them. She has now fled, and our temple is currently pursuing her. We will not allow her to defile the purity of our Buddhist community."

Upon hearing this, the pilgrims immediately began to murmur amongst themselves.

"She seems like a very respectable girl, how could she do something like this?"

"You can know a person's face but not their heart..."

"Didn't you see she brought guards with her? She clearly doesn't have good intentions."

Just then, a gruff voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Bullshit! I clearly saw several monks trying to take advantage of that girl, and when they were discovered, they tried to silence her."

Another person chimed in, "That's right, I know that girl. She often comes here to pray for blessings and donates a lot of money for incense each time. These monks are heartless."

"No way, this is a sacred Buddhist site. If that's really the case, then they're being far too arrogant."

"I can testify!"

A woman suddenly stood up and said, "These monks had tried to take liberties with me before, but luckily my husband appeared in time and prevented them from succeeding."

"Me too……"

"And me..."

In an instant, more than a dozen women stood up to testify.

The monks in the temple were all bewildered.

The women they assaulted were all drugged; how could they possibly know?

Where did these women come from?

"My God, no wonder I felt that some of the monks had strange eyes when I came here last time."

"Such despicable things happen in a sacred Buddhist site!"

The pilgrims went wild, and the situation completely spiraled out of control.

The abbot was so angry that he trembled all over, but he could no longer find a way to explain himself.

"Everyone, let's attack together and smash this filthy, dilapidated temple!"

All the worshippers rushed forward and smashed everything in the temple, plunging the scene into chaos.

Half of the temple's staff had been dispatched to pursue Wen Zhixia, and they were unable to control the angry worshippers.

Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu stood far to the side, like outsiders, watching this incredibly entertaining farce unfold.

Are you satisfied?

Feng Xingyu lowered his head and asked her.

"satisfy."

Mo Sangyu gave him a thumbs up: "Where did you find so many women to testify?"

"I only found one person, the man who started the conversation at the beginning. He found everyone else."

Give him enough money, plus the truth.

Things will naturally get done.

After the worshippers had smashed most of the things and their anger had subsided, they swarmed out of the temple, cursing and swearing.

The abbot looked at the chaotic hall with a fierce and ruthless expression.

"We can't let them leave!" He suddenly realized. "If they go out and tell anyone, we're all finished!"

"Stop right there! Don't move!"

The abbot shouted, his tone already carrying a murderous intent.

The remaining monks in the temple also realized what was happening and grabbed their sticks to chase after them.

Just then, two figures emerged unhurriedly from behind the shade of a nearby tree, blocking the way for the monks.

"Where are we going?" Mo Sangyu asked with a smile.

The monks paused in their steps.

Looking up, his pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the two people's faces clearly.

"You...you weren't already..."

"Already dead?"

Feng Xingyu took over the conversation, his tone indifferent: "I've let you down."

A monk pointed at the two in horror: "That fire...you were clearly burned to death, how come...you're completely unharmed?!"

Mo Sangyu chuckled softly, but her eyes were devoid of warmth.

"You're not dead yet, how can we die?"

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu had already moved.

He was so fast that he was just a blur.

Wherever it passed, the monks collapsed to the ground before they could even scream.

In just a few breaths, only the abbot remained standing in the courtyard.

Holy crap.

That's too brutal.

Mo Sangyu had never seen Feng Xingyu so ruthless.

They kill without blinking an eye.

The key is that it's fast!

Why didn't you leave one for her?

Oh, there's one more.

The abbot's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Only now did he realize that they had provoked two killing gods.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"You should go too."

Mo Sangyu raised her hand, her spiritual power transforming into a blade, and gently swung it towards the abbot.

An invisible blade pierced through the host's forehead.

Immediately, blood gushed out.

The next moment, she had a lighter in her hand, walked into the hall, and set the curtains and prayer cushions on fire.

"Let's go."

Mo Sangyu turned and left, with Feng Xingyu following beside her.

As the two stepped out of the temple gate, flames were already shooting into the sky behind them.

Thick smoke billowed up, turning half the sky dark red.

"We need to hurry."

Mo Sangyu quickened her pace and chased after Wen Zhixia in the direction she had just fled.

If things go wrong and Wen Zhixia dies, there'll be no way to explain it to Gu Jinzhi.

The two chased after her all the way, but found no trace of Wen Zhixia.

However, the bodies of several of her personal guards were discovered, as well as the body of a martial monk.

The direction is correct.

Why didn't she run down the mountain?

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu chased after them for a while and discovered that this direction was actually leading into the deep mountains.

"They must be surrounded and unable to descend the mountain," Feng Xingyu said.

Mo Sangyu nodded, and the two continued their pursuit.

The mountain road became increasingly rugged, and the forest grew denser.

After chasing for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, several more corpses appeared by the roadside.

The blood was still warm, dripping onto the fallen leaves and spreading a dark red stain.

It shouldn't be long.

They continued forward, and finally, the sounds of fighting came from not far away.

The two exchanged a glance and quickened their pace.

After passing through a rocky slope, the view suddenly opened up before us.

It turned out to be a precipice.

At the edge of the cliff, Wen Zhixia had only two bodyguards left, both of whom were injured and barely holding on.

Opposite them, there were more than a dozen monks wielding knives and clubs, who approached step by step, blocking the three of them at the edge of the cliff.

Wen Zhixia was forced to the outermost edge, where loose stones rolled beneath her feet, and she plunged into the deep valley with a rustling sound.

This is truly a desperate situation.

It has to be said that sometimes fate is just so wonderful.

The timing was perfect.

At that moment, a monk suddenly exerted his strength, sweeping his long staff fiercely at one of his guards.

The guard staggered backward, tripped over a stone, and crashed into Wen Zhixia.

Wen Zhixia leaned back.

"Miss!"

With a scream, she plummeted off the cliff.

"Make your move," Mo Sangyu said in a low voice. "You kill them all, and I'll save the people."

As she spoke, she shot off the cliff edge like an arrow, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Almost at the same moment Wen Zhixia fell, spiritual energy transformed into a white ribbon, wrapped around Wen Zhixia's waist, and tightened abruptly.

Wen Zhixia felt a sudden tightening around her waist, abruptly stopping her downward momentum and causing her vision to go black.

She looked up in shock.

A woman was suspended in mid-air, one hand tightly gripping a white silk ribbon, the other hand holding a dagger deeply embedded in a crevice in the rock wall.

The stones around the dagger were crumbling and falling into the swirling clouds at their feet.

The wind was strong, causing their clothes to flutter wildly.

Mo Sangyu's bangs were messy, and her arms were taut with clearly defined lines.

She looked down at Wen Zhixia, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips: "Don't worry, you won't die."

After saying that, she was about to pull Wen Zhixia up, but then she thought about it and decided against it.

It shouldn't be too easy to save them.

It has to be difficult, a near-death experience, so that they can take advantage of the kindness shown to them.

With that thought, she deliberately loosened her grip on the dagger, causing it to carve deep marks into the rock, and the two of them plummeted to the ground.

Above the cliff, Feng Xingyu, who had swiftly defeated all the monks, was terrified when he saw this scene.

"Mo Sangyu!"

He was about to jump without the slightest hesitation.

The dagger in Mo Sangyu's hand got stuck again. She looked up and glared at him.

Feng Xingyu almost lost his balance.

That damn woman, she really wanted to scare him to death!

"girl."

Wen Zhixia's face was deathly pale, and she was also quite frightened. Her hands were trembling slightly, but she still calmly said, "Let go. If this continues, we will both die."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Mo Sangyu said solemnly, "This cliff is unfathomably deep. Falling from here will definitely result in a gruesome death—brain splattered, limbs severed, and flesh mangled beyond recognition..."

"girl!"

Wen Zhixia's face paled even more: "There's no need to go into such detail. At that height, one will likely die very quickly."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe some trees will block the way, and then you'll slowly die from the pain."

"..."

"Do you still want me to let go?" Mo Sangyu asked.

Wen Zhixia gripped the white silk tightly, her hair disheveled by the wind.

She took a deep breath to suppress the surging palpitations in her heart.

"Young lady, we are complete strangers. I am already deeply grateful that you jumped off the cliff to save me, but... I cannot be a burden to you. Please let go, otherwise we..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Sangyu deliberately let go again.

"ah!!!"

Wen Zhixia's body sank, and the feeling of weightlessness made her heart leap into her throat, causing her to gasp in surprise.

crazy!

Upon seeing this, Feng Xingyu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He could no longer care about anything else, so he leaped off the cliff and flew towards Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu slashed his dagger fiercely across the rock face, sparks flying everywhere.

Feng Xingyu missed his target. He spun around in mid-air, touched the cliff face with his toes, and used the momentum to stabilize himself, hovering slightly above the edge.

His face was ashen, and he stared intently at Mo Sangyu, his chest heaving violently, clearly furious.

Mo Sangyu ignored him and looked down at Wen Zhixia below.

Wen Zhixia's face was frighteningly pale at this moment, and her lips were trembling.

That seems a bit excessive.

"Don't be afraid, my husband is here, neither of us will die."

After saying that, she pulled Wen Zhixia into her arms with a strong tug, and then threw the white silk to Feng Xingyu: "Pull us up."