Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Sea God, please arrange my marriage with Bibi Dong.

The Spirit Hall's fleet docked at the port of Hanhai City.

The people from the Spirit Hall disembarked from the ship one after another.

Ye Canglan breathed in the air, then looked around, still feeling uneasy:

"Grandpa Qian, may I go to the old site of the Cold Dragon Sect?"

Perhaps we can find some clues at the former site of the Cold Dragon Sect.

Qian Daoliu readily agreed:

"No problem, we old guys will go and take a look too."

The others also readily agreed to the offerings.

"My husband, I'll go with you to the old site of the Cold Dragon Sect."

Bibi Dong held Ye Canglan's slender hand.

Interlocking fingers feels incredibly comfortable and smooth.

Ye Canglan rubbed her head:

"Let's go."

Upon seeing this, Qianxunji led Yueguan and Guimei to the location.

The Cold Dragon Sect, once the number one sect after the three upper sects, was destroyed overnight.

To be honest, it's very strange.

They traveled for a distance.

They walked through a dense thicket of thorns.

The former site of the Cold Dragon Sect finally came into view.

The broken walls and ruins cast dappled shadows in the setting sun.

The once towering mountain gate has long since collapsed, leaving only half of a stone tablet inscribed with the words "Hanlong," which is now entangled with weeds and vines.

Broken ice-blue glazed tiles lay scattered on the ground, still faintly revealing the sect's former glory and grandeur.

The ground of the training ground was covered with cracks, and the stone pillars that were once engraved with ice dragon totems were broken into several pieces and lay crookedly in the weeds.

Twenty years of wind and rain have turned this place into a desolate wasteland.

Ye Canglan stopped abruptly.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene before him, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

This is where he was born, the place his parents protected with their lives, but now only desolation remains.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, and his red eyes surging with emotions suppressed for twenty years.

Bibi Dong didn't speak, but simply held his hand tighter, conveying silent comfort with her body heat.

She stood quietly beside him.

The seven worshippers spread out and carefully examined every corner.

Golden Crocodile Douluo crouched down, his fingertips brushing across the cracks in the ground, his brows furrowed.

Azure Phoenix Douluo spread its wings and circled in the air, carefully observing the signs of the building's collapse.

The Lion Douluo slammed his fist into the broken wall, shaking off the dust, and tried to find any remaining soul power fluctuations.

A moment later, everyone gathered together again, their expressions somewhat solemn.

"Something's not right," Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice. "It's too clean here."

"That's right."

Azure Phoenix Douluo nodded:

"Twenty years is a long time. Even with wind and rain, it's impossible for the battle to leave no trace."

There were no sword or knife marks on the walls, no charred marks from the clash of soul power on the ground, and not even a trace of blood or evil aura.

"All traces have been deliberately erased, and with extremely sophisticated methods. Even the residual soul power has been completely purified." Golden Crocodile Douluo's tone carried a hint of coldness. "Anyone capable of doing this is definitely not an ordinary force."

Upon hearing this, Ye Canglan's shoulders trembled slightly.

He had originally thought that returning here would at least allow him to find some clues.

But to everyone's surprise, the killer was so cautious that he didn't leave a single clue.

A profound sense of powerlessness washed over him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his gaze had returned to calm.

"It's alright." Ye Canglan's voice was very soft. "Even if they try to cover up the truth, they will eventually slip up. I will find them and avenge the entire Hanlong Sect."

I'm still a little disappointed that I haven't found any clues.

Oh, right, Martial Soul!

With a thought, Ye Canglan conjured up the Frost Holy Dragon.

The instant the Frost Dragon appeared.

The once peaceful Cold Dragon Sect began to experience slight tremors.

"What's going on?"

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly and began to pay attention to his surroundings.

The area where they are is being affected by Ye Canglan's martial spirit.

A tall palace ahead began to emit beams of icy blue light.

"That's the Cold Dragon Palace, the most fortified place in the Cold Dragon Sect. Only that palace was not destroyed."

Ye Canglan sensed that something was waiting for him.

Releasing Bibi Dong's hand, Ye Canglan walked over impatiently.

The rest of the group followed closely behind.

Upon entering the palace, the Frost Dragon let out a soft groan.

Right beneath Ye Canglan's feet, that force grew stronger and stronger.

Ye Canglan clenched his fist and slammed it down.

The once-solid floor shattered instantly, revealing a huge, exquisite wooden box buried beneath. But instead of soil, it was filled with ice as hard as iron.

The ice was incredibly hard to them, but it was nothing to Ye Canglan. He punched it again, and the ice shattered completely.

Ye Canglan took out the wooden box, and the moment he opened it, a dazzling light burst forth.

"This is a soul bone." Ye Canglan was somewhat surprised.

"The 100,000-year-old right arm bone of the Frost Dragon King." Qian Daoliu recognized it at a glance. This soul bone could be traced back to the deeds of the previous sect leader.

Ye Canglan looked at Qian Daoliu, who knew a little, and asked:

"Does Grandpa Qian recognize this soul bone?"

Qian Daoliu solemnly said:

"I recognize it. This soul bone was left behind by your grandfather, Ye Lingtian. Back then, when he was nearing the end of his life, he used all the favors he had accumulated throughout his life to find many people to hunt down an Ice Dragon King and obtain this soul bone."

Back when Ye Lingtian was at his weakest, he and the others hunted down the Frost Dragon King, intending to leave it for your father. Unexpectedly, your father didn't absorb it, but buried it here, presumably for you.

Your father did the right thing back then; it would have been a great loss if those people had gotten their soul bones.

Ye Canglan stared at the 100,000-year-old soul bone in front of him.

The degree of treasuring it goes without saying.

"It's a pity..." Qian Daoliu wanted to continue, but seeing Ye Canglan's slightly trembling body, he immediately shut his mouth.

Ye Canglan closed the wooden box and put it into his storage soul tool.

"Grandpa Qian, I'm sorry you had to see this." Ye Canglan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Qian Daoliu smiled and ruffled Ye Canglan's hair:

"Good child, we will help you find the murderer and avenge your parents. Now it's time to return to the Spirit Hall and absorb your own soul bone."

Regardless, Ye Canglan was both lucky and unlucky.

"Mm." Ye Canglan nodded.

Bibi Dong took Ye Canglan's arm and whispered in his ear, "Husband, don't be sad. Tonight, I'll help you relieve your pent-up desire."

Upon hearing this, Ye Canglan's lips twitched. "Dong'er, mind your manners."

Bibi Dong stuck out her tongue.

Afterwards, everyone began their return to the Spirit Hall.

On this trip, Ye Canglan obtained a 100,000-year-old soul bone, reaping a great harvest.

Back at the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji prepared a wedding room for Bibi Dong and Ye Canglan.

They can no longer live in the Holy Maiden's Palace; they are already husband and wife.

"Thank you, teacher," Bibi Dong said.