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

"Enjoy your first day in the bridal chamber."

Qian Xunji offered his congratulations and left with a smile.

Ye Canglan was in the courtyard, pondering how to absorb the soul bone.

Bibi Dong pounced on him, saying sweetly, "Husband, don't be so wooden, shall we continue?"

Do it a few more times, it will feel even better.

"Stop messing around, it's not like we haven't done this before on Poseidon Island." Ye Canglan tapped Bibi Dong's forehead.

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around Ye Canglan's waist and said coquettishly:

"That's different. This is our new house, and isn't my husband going to rebuild the sect? The first step in rebuilding the sect is to incubate new life."

These words were spoken.

Ye Canglan's lips twitched.

Where does Bibi Dong get so many excuses every day?

It's so weird.

"Husband, let's do it once, just once."

She rode on top of him, looking down at her husband's flushed face.

Ye Canglan rubbed his forehead. "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bibi Dong pulled him into the master bedroom.

"Time waits for no one, my husband, you'd better hurry."

Enter the master bedroom.

Bibi Dong licked her red lips, already impatient.

"Dong'er won't do."

Ye Canglan quickly refused.

"I need to absorb the soul bone, so I can't play with you anymore, boohoo..."

Even when she wasn't allowed to refuse, Bibi Dong actually pressed her advantage.

The intense heat has ended.

Ye Canglan's originally icy face turned bright red, and she seemed to deflate and become weak all over.

Bibi Dong grasped the towering pillar and said, "Husband, you have no other choice."

Ye Canglan, panting, said with a determined look in his eyes, "Then Dong'er, please don't let your husband do it himself."

Bibi Dong smiled obsequiously, "Come, my husband, let me see."

The offensive turned into a counterattack, but Bibi Dong regretted it as soon as they clashed.

My husband is too intense, I'm going to faint...

……

The sky was turning a pale white as the morning light spilled onto the soft bed.

Ye Canglan's white hair was scattered on the pillow, and the stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her smooth forehead.

His face was still flushed, and his eyes were filled with deep weariness; he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

She could only collapse limply into the blankets, her long legs still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Last night, Bibi Dong was like a spider demon possessed, clinging to him all night long, even more frantically than when they were on Seagod Island.

He feels like all his bones are falling apart, and even moving a finger is difficult.

Her original aloof and distant temperament vanished, leaving only a delicate and pitiful appearance.

Bibi Dong, who was next to him, turned over, propped her chin up, and looked at him with a healthy blush on her cheeks and an undisguised smug smile on her lips.

She reached out and gently stroked Ye Canglan's cheek, her fingertips tracing the corners of his reddened eyes:

"Husband, why are you so easily exhausted? You're already this tired after just one night."

Ye Canglan suddenly opened his eyes, glared at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "You still have the nerve to say that? Who was it that swore it would only happen once last night?"

Bibi Dong stuck out her tongue, leaned over, and quickly kissed him on the lips:

"Who can blame me for being so tempting, my husband? Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. You should get some sleep. Once you've had enough rest, I'll accompany you to absorb the soul bone and protect you the whole time. I promise no one will disturb you."

Ye Canglan snorted, turned his face away from her, but did not push her hand away.

He closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep; he was simply too exhausted.

"She fell asleep so quickly."

Bibi Dong looked closely at Ye Canglan's face: "He's so handsome. I should rest now."

I was quite tired after a night's sleep.

The couple began to rest.

……

Offering Hall

"Brother, now that there's no one else around, who do you think could wipe out the Cold Dragon Sect without leaving a trace?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo arrived at the Hall of Offerings and inquired about Qian Daoliu's thoughts.

As the chief priest of the temple, Sendoryu must have his own opinions.

There are only so many forces in Douluo Continent, and only a few suspects.

"The top three clans, but we can exclude the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family."

"They only have Yu Yuanzhen as a Title Douluo, and it's impossible for him to wipe out the Cold Dragon Sect overnight on his own."

Of the so-called three upper sects, only the Haotian Sect and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect remain.

Haotian Sect was his most suspected entity, but without substantial evidence, he couldn't make any rash statements.

"That must be one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Clear Sky School," said Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "No, there must be other sects involved. It can't be just one sect. If an entire sect were to mobilize, the commotion would be too great to hide."

Evidence is needed.

Without evidence, it's all just empty talk.

"Speculation is just speculation. Without evidence, there's no point in saying more. This matter can't be rushed."

"Qian Daoliu said."

……

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Brother is right. This matter cannot be rushed. We can only plan it out in the long run. Since the murderer was able to erase the traces so cleanly, he will not be exposed easily. We will investigate slowly and the truth will eventually come out."

He paused, his tone softening slightly:

"The most important thing right now is to help Cang Lan rebuild the Hanlong Sect. Once he has his own foundation, he can rightfully establish himself on the continent. At that time, it will be much easier to recruit people and gather intelligence."

Qian Daoliu nodded upon hearing this, his fingertips lightly tapping the table:

"That's right, the Spirit Hall will take care of all the land, resources and building materials needed to rebuild the sect."

The Temple of Worship will also send several bishops to reside permanently at the Cold Dragon Sect to help him manage the initial affairs.

He gazed out the window, his eyes distant.

"As for the core disciples and high-ranking members of the sect, it depends on Cang Lan's own judgment. This is his sect, and he will be in charge of it in the future. Only those he personally selects will truly be loyal to him and the Hanlong Sect."

When it comes to selecting disciples, Ye Canglan can only rely on his own judgment.

……

In the afternoon, Ye Canglan woke up from her sleep. She felt like she had slept for a long time, but she was not very comfortable and felt drowsy.

He felt extremely tired.

Finding Bibi Dong still lying beside him, he chuckled, "Hehe, husband, let's see how Dong'er disciplines you."

Ye Canglan's expression changed. What nonsense! He immediately raised his hand and slapped the other person's buttocks.

The burning sensation made Bibi Dong let out a soft moan and open her eyes.

"Who? Who's disturbing my sweet dreams?"

Ye Canglan was speechless: "Who else could I be? What kind of dream am I having that makes me so happy?"

"My husband."

Bibi Dong regained consciousness, looking slightly shy: "It's nothing, husband, hurry up and change your clothes, I'll help you absorb the soul bone."

This dream is not to be spoken of; if I do, I'll be in trouble.

I was dreaming, and it felt so good.

How wonderful it would be if my dream could become a reality someday.

Ye Canglan put on his robes and took out a wooden box from his storage soul tool.

Upon opening the wooden box, the right arm bone of the Frost Dragon King came into view.

Amidst the biting cold, ice patterns flowed across the soul bone.

Picking up his right arm bone, he said to Bibi Dong, "Dong'er, stay by my side and don't wander off. We'll discuss other matters after I've absorbed the soul bone."