Chapter 381: Murong Bufan Exposes His True Colors

“Wang Haoran, are you afraid to face me one-on-one?”

To save his childhood sweetheart, Murong Bufan looked at Wang Haoran with a provocative gaze.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right and everyone’s eyes were on them, Wang Haoran naturally agreed.

“Hehe, since you’re so confident, I’ll play along.”

Saying this, he grabbed the slender waist of the bride beside him under Murong Bufan’s furious gaze and whispered in her ear, “Stay here and behave.”

Then he stood up and walked towards Murong Bufan.

Seeing that Wang Haoran had fallen for his provocation, Murong Bufan drew his sword and sneered.

“Hehe, Wang Haoran, swords have no eyes. If you get hurt, don’t go crying to someone else for help!”

“Enough talk, let’s get this over with. After I defeat you, I want to go back and hold my beauty!”

“Hmph, you bastard, so arrogant!”

Hearing Wang Haoran’s confidence, Murong Bufan shouted and dashed forward.

However, he didn’t charge directly but instead moved around Wang Haoran, trying to control the situation.

Previously, when he used the “Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Dragon” technique, he was an all-around fighter, good at both offense and defense.

But after practicing the Exorcism Sword Technique, he changed his fighting style, focusing more on agility and tricky attacks rather than defense.

However.

To Wang Haoran, his movements and attacks were as predictable as a beginner’s, easy to see through.

“Trying to kite me?”

“Do you think I don’t have any movement skills?”

Wang Haoran predicted Murong Bufan’s movements.

Before Murong Bufan could react, Wang Haoran closed the distance and struck his left chest with a palm.

As for why he struck there, it was very deliberate—

After shaking Murong Bufan’s blood and energy with one palm, Wang Haoran immediately turned his palm into a claw and grabbed hard.

In an instant, he tore Murong Bufan’s clothes at the chest.

Along with the torn clothes, a colorful embroidered pouch fell out.

“…Damn it!!!”

Seeing this, Murong Bufan, who had been forced back a few steps, was shocked and panicked, not even caring about Wang Haoran’s attack.

He immediately tried to retrieve it.

However, Wang Haoran was faster, kicking the pouch away with lightning speed.

“Haha, Murong Bufan, you care so much about this pouch, there must be something valuable inside, right?”

“By the way, this pouch looks so delicate. Could it be a love token from some girl?”

“I must open it and see, then expose you as a scumbag who still comes to crash a wedding after receiving a love token from another girl!”

At Wang Haoran’s signal, the quick-witted Wang Yaodong immediately picked up the pouch.

This pouch… feels soft. What’s inside?

Curious, he opened the pouch.

At this moment, Murong Bufan was extremely anxious, trying to rush forward to retrieve the pouch from Wang Yaodong.

But Wang Haoran stopped him.

“Don’t be in such a hurry! Let’s see your precious collection first, then we’ll continue fighting!”

Then.

Wang Yaodong quickly opened the pouch and weighed it in his hand, trying to see what kind of “love token” was inside.

“……”

“What is this…?”

He was stunned for a few seconds.

Then, Wang Yaodong exclaimed in shock—

“Whoa! Isn’t this a… rooster?!” (tln : dik)

At first, he didn’t recognize it.

After all, normally, this thing would be attached to one’s body, but now it was alone in his hand.

And its color was different, as if it had been soaked in some medicine.

Shocked by the “treasure” in the pouch, Wang Yaodong quickly tightened the pouch and threw it back at Murong Bufan’s feet like trash.

Damn it! He had just touched that thing with his hands!

“Murong Bufan, you’re a pervert!”

“Carrying a rooster around, and wrapping it so nicely!”

“Whose did you cut off?!”

However, Murong Bufan didn’t answer Wang Yaodong’s question. He just picked up his precious pouch, looking very nervous.

Although Murong Bufan didn’t answer.

Seeing him carefully put away the pouch, and recalling his voice, a light bulb went off in Wang Yaodong’s mind.

“Clothes… voice… pouch… the cut-off rooster…”

“That’s it! It all makes sense now!”

Feeling he had deduced the correct answer, Wang Yaodong was extremely excited and couldn’t help but push his glasses up with one hand.

Then he pointed at Murong Bufan with his other hand—

“The truth is only one!”

“Murong Bufan, the rooster in this pouch is actually yours!”

“You… you’re talking nonsense!!” Because of his panic and anger, Murong Bufan’s voice became even sharper.

And this further confirmed Wang Yaodong’s deduction—

“Murong Bufan, you’re used to it, so you didn’t notice.”

“Compared to normal men, your voice is much sharper, more like a woman’s!”

“And at first, seeing you in such bright red clothes, I thought you wore them to match the wedding.”

“But now it seems you just like wearing such clothes!”

“Plus, the well-preserved rooster in the pouch, I can conclude.”

“You are already an eunuch!”

Exposed in public, “suspect” Murong Bufan broke out in a cold sweat but still tried to argue.

“Wang Yaodong, all this is just your wild speculation!”

“You have no evidence!”

To divert the crowd’s attention, Murong Bufan countered, pointing at Wang Yaodong and shouting in a low voice:

“Wang Yaodong, you’re just trying to please Wang Haoran by spreading rumors to humiliate me! Do you think I don’t know?!”

However.

He didn’t expect that this move would expose his true colors—

“……”

“……”

“……”

Staring at Murong Bufan’s right hand, which was elegantly holding a flower.

The whole place fell silent.

Finally, Wang Haoran was the first to recover from the shock.

Then, looking at Murong Bufan, who quickly retracted his fingers, he couldn’t help but mock.

“Seriously, Murong Bufan, you’ve become Murong Eunuch, and you still come to crash a wedding. What are you thinking?”

“Exactly! Such nonsense, you clearly don’t respect our Wang family!”

Wang Yaodong chimed in.

As the host, he decided to end this farce and planned to use his strongest move to knock Murong Bufan out—

“Great Dragon of Power!”

As Wang Yaodong struck, a golden dragon formed from his energy shot straight at Murong Bufan.

Distracted by his secret being exposed and having just taken a hit from Wang Haoran.

When the golden dragon reached him, Murong Bufan barely managed to raise his sword to block it.

He was about to be sent flying.

But—

Suddenly, the golden dragon silently dissipated.

As the onlookers were puzzled.

An old sigh was heard.

“Spare him when possible.”

“Family head Wang, bullying the young is not something a senior should do!”

With this seemingly distant yet close voice, an old figure appeared beside Murong Bufan.

His presence was unfathomable.

Recognizing the man’s identity, Wang Yaodong was shocked—

“You are… the Third Elder of Qingyun Holy Land, Senior Qing Mozhi?!”