Your Highness, Little Goose Wants to Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivate with You...

Tang San glanced back at Shui Bing'er, then at Ma Hongjun slumped in the Carriage, before finally turning back to the group.

Shui Yunlian didn't let anyone pursue her.

She stared at Tang Hao's departing figure, her eyes filled with solemnity.

Behind this group of people stood a Titled Douluo.

However, since the other party had backed out, she didn't want to cause any further trouble.

That's the end of this matter.

Shrek and his group left Skywater City in a sorry state and stopped in a secluded forest outside the city.

Yu Xiaogang covered his face and squatted on the ground, Zhao Wuji leaned against the tree trunk and sighed, Flender wiped the dust off his glasses and put them back on, remaining silent.

Ma Hongjun groaned groaning in a daze in the Carriage, almost completely unaware of what had just happened. This trip to Skywater City had not only failed to bring Shui Bing'er back, but he had also been beaten up and lost all face.

Tang Hao stood with his hands behind his back in the woods, his gaze fixed on Tang San. After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"Come back to Holy Soul Village with me. There is a Spirit Bone for you to absorb."

"That Spirit Bone's skill might be able to cure your classmate's illness."

"Dad, really?"

Tang San suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He only learned today that his father was actually Titled Douluo, and before he could even process this shock, he was told he would be given a Spirit Bone—

Spirit Bone are incredibly precious; throughout the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few Soul Master who possess Spirit Bone.

Tang Hao didn't say much, but simply turned and walked towards the direction of Holy Soul Village.

Tang San bid a hasty farewell to everyone and followed closely behind his father. The father and son traveled day and night and finally returned to that remote and dilapidated little mountain village.

Everything was still the same as Tang San remembered, except that this time he was no longer the ignorant blacksmith's son, but a Soul Master who was about to receive Spirit Bone.

Tang Hao led him through the village to the waterfall at the back of the mountain.

The water roared, the white ribbon hung upside down, and crashed into the deep pool, splashing up a cloud of water mist.

Tang Hao stood before the waterfall for a moment, his eyes filled with reminiscence and bitterness, before leaping through the curtain of water. Tang San quickly followed, passing through the waterfall and revealing a hidden cave behind it.

The cave was damp and dark, with moss growing all over the stone walls.

Tang Hao walked to the bottom of the cave, placed his palm against a stone wall, and pushed hard. The stone door made a dull sound and slowly opened.

A musty smell wafted over, mixed with a faint, delicate fragrance of Blue Silver Grass.

Tang San followed his father into the stone chamber, his gaze sweeping across the room—

Then he froze.

In the very center of the stone chamber was a stone platform, which was completely empty.

There should have been a small pit next to it, but now only a patch of cracked earth remains.

Ah Yin's seedlings have disappeared.

The Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone that Tang Hao had guarded for many years has also disappeared.

Tang Hao stood before the stone platform, motionless like a stone statue.

His gaze was fixed on the empty stone platform, and his hands, which had never trembled when confronting Qian Daoliu, were now shaking slightly.

The stone chamber was so quiet that only the echo of the roaring waterfall and his heavy breathing could be heard.

"Dad..." Tang San's voice was a little hoarse, "Has someone been here?"

Tang Hao did not answer.

His hand slowly traced the surface of the stone, his fingertips touching a thin layer of dust, beneath which lay a very faint palm print.

It wasn't his hand, nor Tang San's; it was an unfamiliar mark.

Someone came here not long ago.

"Hateful!"

Tang Hao roared, his voice booming through the cave and sending dust flying from the stone walls.

His fists were clenched, and his whole body exuded the aura of a violent Titled Douluo. The entire cave trembled slightly at his roar.

Those were his wife's keepsakes, which he had guarded for many years; they were the only thing that allowed him to sense Ah Yin's presence.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone, along with Ah Yin's only remaining sapling, was stolen without a trace.

His face was extremely gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and anger and grief surged within him.

Tang San stood frozen in place, feeling the terrifying killing intent emanating from his father, and even his breathing became cautious.

He had never seen his father so angry. The usually decadent blacksmith, who only knew how to drink, was now like a raging demon.

After a long while, Tang Hao finally suppressed his raging anger and slowly closed his eyes.

There were no clues left in the cave. The person who stole the Spirit Bone and the seedling was extremely clean, leaving not even a trace of Soul Power. Otherwise, with his Titled Douluo's perception, he would have been able to detect it.

Staying any longer would be futile.

"Your classmate's injuries can only be treated by seeking help from the Ye Family in Heaven Dou City."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and tired. After speaking, he turned and left the cave.

The father and son left Holy Soul Village and traveled day and night to Heaven Dou City.

Upon arriving in Heaven Dou City, Tang Hao did not linger. He only instructed Tang San to meet up with the Shrek Devils before disappearing into the crowd.

Tang San watched his father leave before heading to the agreed meeting point.

Flender and his group had been waiting in Heaven Dou City for two days. When Tang San pushed open the door and entered, Xiao Wu was the first to greet him, asking with concern:

"Third Brother, you obtained Spirit Bone?"

Tang San shook his head and briefly recounted what had happened in Holy Soul Village. Everyone looked at each other, surprised that even His Excellency Haotian himself had come up empty-handed.

"But my father gave me a direction,"

Tang San looked at everyone:

"The Ye Family of Heaven Dou City might be able to cure Fatty's 'Evil Fire'."

"The Ye Family? That family of healing-type Soul Master with a thousand-year-old tradition?"

Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"The Ye Family's Martial Soul is known for its healing abilities, and it is rumored that the family's secret techniques can counteract various fire poisons and evil diseases."

"If we can get them to help, they might be a better match than the Ice Phoenix."

Flender made a quick decision, leaving Oscar to look after Ma Hongjun, and then took Tang San and Yu Xiaogang to the Ye Family.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom of the guest room in the Dugu Manor, the air was thick with steam and heat.

At this moment, Dugu Yan's gauze skirt had slipped off her shoulders and silently piled up at her ankles.

She stood in the mist, her long, dark green hair cascading over her fair shoulders. Her emerald green eyes gazed directly at him through the rising steam, her gaze filled with nervousness and shyness, but above all, with a resolute determination born of a lifetime of courage.

Fang Fan was slightly taken aback.

He knew that Dugu Yan was aloof and somewhat obsessive, but he never expected her to be so bold.

But to be fair, she really has a great figure.

Her waist was so slender it could be grasped with a single hand, her legs were long and straight, and her skin was so white it was almost translucent in the mist, which, combined with her emerald green eyes, made her look like a canna lily emerging from the water.

"Your Highness..."

Dugu Yan's voice was slightly hoarse and magnetic, trembling slightly, yet each word was spoken with perfect clarity.

"Little Goose wants to... Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation."

After she finished speaking, her emerald green eyes remained fixed on Fang Fan's face, refusing to look away even for a moment.

Her hands hung at her sides, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet she stood ramrod straight, like a green bamboo braving a storm.

Fang Fan leaned against the tub, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

He didn't deliberately avoid eye contact or look at it; he simply raised an eyebrow slightly.

Dugu Yan's personality differs from Zhu Zhuqing's.

Zhu Zhuqing is cold on the outside but gentle on the inside; she appears aloof but is as docile as water. Dugu Yan, on the other hand, is cold on the outside but fierce on the inside; once she sets her mind on something, she is willing to risk everything to fight for it.

Today, she dared to push open this door and stand in front of him to take off her clothes; this courage is not something an ordinary woman possesses.