Chapter 342: Murong Bufan’s Revenge

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Finally, Wang Haoran, Zhao Nishang, and Qian Anning were ready to hitch a ride on Fu Xue’s helicopter to S City.

As for Fu Tianlin, he stayed behind in Tiantian Town due to work, only sending his subordinates to escort his granddaughter.

On the way to the helipad.

Wang Haoran watched Zhao Nishang looking around curiously and explained with a smile.

“Aunt, this iron box on wheels is called—”

“I know, it’s the Hummer H3 off-road vehicle. It has a 3.0T engine, high ground clearance, strong grip, and even comes with a launch mode!”

“I’ve seen it in books!”

Zhao Nishang answered cheerfully.

Wang Haoran: “……”

He was still not giving up.

“Aunt, what we’ll be boarding next is something that flies in the sky, called…”

“Zhi-08, right? It uses a five-blade elastic main rotor and a three-blade tail rotor, with excellent airborne anti-interference capabilities and strong stability!”

“……”

“Aunt, you know a lot!”

Then.

They took their seats on the helicopter in order.

Once ready, the pilot took off promptly.

During the flight.

“……”

“Hey, Wang Haoran, why are you sitting next to me?”

Fu Xue looked displeased, puffing her cheeks.

But Wang Haoran was just as helpless.

His aunt deliberately pulled Qian Anning away, who wanted to be close, and pushed him next to Fu Xue!

“Good nephew, although Fu Xue looks like a child, she’s actually in her twenties!”

Seeing his aunt’s encouraging eyes, how could Wang Haoran not understand her intention—

She wanted him to win over Fu Xue, the granddaughter of the Special Administration Bureau’s director!

This way, they could establish a connection with the Special Administration Bureau!

As for Qian Anning.

After being pulled aside by Zhao Nishang, she quietly and obediently sat still.

Wang Haoran sighed.

“Xue Xue, it’s been a while, but I feel like you’ve become distant from me!”

“You weren’t like this before!”

Just sitting side by side, Fu Xue never used to mind such things!

Fu Xue loudly retorted, “What are you talking about, I’ve always been like this!”

But it seemed like a forced, strained excuse.

Of course, she couldn’t admit the truth!

As the saying goes, “What you think about by day, you dream about by night.”

Previously, she occasionally dreamt about Ning Jie, dreaming happy dreams… but recently… in some of her dreams… when she dreamt of Ning Jie…

Wang Haoran also appeared!

Their intimate moments turned into a three-way cuddle session!

Hmph! How shameless to hug both me and Ning Jie at the same time!

At this moment, looking at Wang Haoran’s face, Fu Xue couldn’t help but feel resentment.

You didn’t bring Ning Jie, but brought some new woman instead!

I even thought Ning Jie would come, so I specially asked Grandpa to prepare a helicopter to take us to S City, but this is the result!

Scumbag!

Naturally, Fu Xue’s accusatory gaze left Wang Haoran puzzled.

…

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Meanwhile, as Wang Haoran struggled to placate Fu Xue.

In the martial world.

In the territory of the Qingyun Sacred Land, a wilderness area.

In what was once an uninhabited forest, two to three dozen people gathered.

Everyone except one belonged to the Qiankun Sect, including its leader, Yu Kunhai.

At this moment, members of the Qiankun Sect surrounded a young man in a red robe.

“Murong Bufan, you’re despicable!”

“Too cowardly to face me directly, so you sneak around killing my son!”

Murong Bufan, this shameless scoundrel, knowing he couldn’t win in a direct fight, resorted to assassination!

Many disciples of the Qiankun Sect fell victim to his schemes when isolated!

Yu Kunhai’s face was red with fury due to the grief of losing his son.

However.

Surrounded by them, Murong Bufan remained indifferent.

Casually cleaning his nails, he responded in a soft, eerie voice.

“Yu Kunhai, yes, I killed your son, but make no mistake.”

“I never considered you worth my time.”

Having mastered the “Demon-Slaying Sword Technique”, Murong Bufan had shed his impulsive nature, speaking calmly with his enemies.

“Your Qiankun Sect killed 46 members of the Murong family.”

“So I decided to kill 46 members of your Qiankun Sect before coming for you.”

“By the way, your son happened to be the 46th.”

“So now, I’m here for you!”

Murong Bufan looked around, satisfied with the surroundings, then continued cleaning his nails.

“This place has great feng shui, but unfortunately, you won’t get to be buried here—your corpse will be exposed to the wild!”

“Arrogant!”

Hearing such provocative words, Yu Kunhai and the Qiankun Sect members drew their swords in fury.

“Murong Bufan, I will kill you to avenge my son!”

“Heh, come then!”

Murong Bufan blew on his nails and drew his sword.

In an instant.

A fierce battle erupted between Murong Bufan and the Qiankun Sect members.

Yu Kunhai took the lead, seeking revenge for his son.

Yet, Murong Bufan simply smiled and refused to engage directly.

Using an elusive footwork and cunning sword techniques, Murong Bufan dodged Yu Kunhai’s attacks while slaughtering other Qiankun Sect disciples.

“Damn you, monster!”

Hearing the screams of his disciples, Yu Kunhai’s fury and frustration boiled over, leading him to mock.

“I should have chopped you and your stupid parents to pieces back then!”

“……”

Hearing the taunt, Murong Bufan’s expression turned cold.

His sword movements grew more lethal.

But he still didn’t attack Yu Kunhai directly, until—

“Ahh!!”

Slashing the throat of the last Qiankun Sect disciple, Murong Bufan finally turned to the sole survivor, Yu Kunhai.

“Now it’s your turn!”

“Monster, I’ll kill you!”

Enraged to the point of losing reason, Yu Kunhai charged at Murong Bufan.

“Kun Assault Sword Technique!”

Facing the ferocious “Demon-Slaying Sword Technique”, he finally revealed his trump card, vowing to kill Murong Bufan for his disciples!

A direct confrontation.

“Strike!”

Yu Kunhai’s sword clashed against Murong Bufan’s.

“Reverse!”

With Murong Bufan’s sword pressing against his, Yu Kunhai pulled his sword back, then—

“Lift!”

Using all his strength, he lifted Murong Bufan’s sword upward!

“Die, Murong Bufan—”

Seeing Murong Bufan’s sword fly out of his grip, Yu Kunhai prepared a final attack, only to realize—

Rip——

Murong Bufan instantaneously appeared before him.

“You… when…”

Staring at the dagger piercing his abdomen, Yu Kunhai felt both pain and confusion.

But Murong Bufan wasn’t keen on answering.

“Yu Kunhai, just die already!”

“Next, I still have to find that old man for revenge!”

“My father’s so-called ‘friend’!”