Chapter 395: Murong Bufan’s Crisis and Rescue

“Brother Kun, how much longer?”

After traveling together for a while, Murong Bufan and the Kun had grown closer.

However, seeing that they had been walking for so long without reaching their destination, Murong Bufan couldn’t help but voice his question.

“Cock-a-doodle-doo—” The Kun seemed to answer, almost there!

This time, it really was close.

After winding through a hidden entrance and a narrow, twisting tunnel.

Murong Bufan followed the Kun to an underground tomb.

In the dimly lit space.

Murong Bufan saw a stone coffin ahead, with a tombstone standing before it.

“This is…”

Reading the name on the tombstone, Murong Bufan was shocked!

“The Left-Handed Swordsman Murong Lianjin’s Tomb?!”

“This… this is my great-uncle!”

He had seen this name in the family records before!

He couldn’t help but carefully examine the inscriptions on the ancestor’s tombstone:

[I was obsessed with swordsmanship, comprehending the sword three times in my life.]

[In my youth, my sword was as fast as lightning. Confident in my mastery, I challenged the top sword prodigy, Xiang Shaotian, and lost, grievously injuring my right arm.]

[In middle age, after over a decade of arduous training, I developed left-handed swordsmanship, earning the title “Left-Handed Swordsman.” I challenged Xiang Shaotian again, but lost by a narrow margin.]

[In my later years, reflecting on past defeats, I painstakingly created the “Two-Sword Style” based on my left-handed swordsmanship, wielding one sword in my left hand and another in my mouth.]

[With the dual swords, even with one arm, I was not inferior to others!]

[Alas, time waits for no one. Before perfecting my swordsmanship, I felt my end approaching. I leave the secrets of the “Two-Sword Style” here, hoping a fated person will fulfill my regret—Murong Lianjin.]

“So that’s how it is!”

After reading the tombstone, Murong Bufan couldn’t help but feel admiration for his ancestor who had also lost his right arm.

As a descendant, Murong Bufan respectfully knelt and kowtowed three times before the stone coffin.

“Murong family’s junior, Bufan, pays respects to the ancestor!”

At this moment.

The Kun, familiar with the place, jumped onto the stone coffin after Murong Bufan finished kowtowing, “Cock-a-doodle-doo—” and started fiddling with it.

Soon, a stone door on the ground slowly opened.

“……What is this?!”

“Cock-a-doodle-doo—”

The Kun led the curious Murong Bufan to an underground chamber.

“This must be where my great-uncle practiced his swordsmanship…”

Looking around, Murong Bufan concluded.

He then walked to the center of the room, where the Kun was.

There, two swords glinting coldly were stuck in the ground.

One black, one white.

Matching the Kun’s colors.

Murong Bufan picked up an old book from the ground and began reading—

“Brother Kun, so your name is Xiao Heizi!”

The book recorded that the Kun who brought Murong Bufan here was an “old friend” his great-uncle had encountered, nicknamed “Xiao Heizi.”

It seemed Xiao Heizi had sensed that Murong Bufan shared the same bloodline as his old friend and had also lost his right arm.

Thus, it had brought him here.

Next.

Murong Bufan began studying the “Two-Sword Style” manual on the ground.

“This… this manual is incredible!”

“Amazing! Its really amazing!”

The more he read, the more engrossed he became.

Eventually, he was completely absorbed.

“If I master this sword technique… I can wield two swords simultaneously…”

“Then, combined with my Demon-Slaying Sword Technique…”

The combination would make him stronger than ever!

Excited, Murong Bufan immediately drew the two swords from the ground, holding one in his mouth and the other in his left hand.

He began practicing the “Two-Sword Style” earnestly—

“Ha!”

“Ha!”

……

After a long time.

“This sword technique is truly powerful!”

Exhausted and with his internal energy depleted, Murong Bufan finally collapsed to the ground to rest.

But his mood was exceptionally good.

“The Two-Sword Style combined with the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique…”

“Hehe, when the time comes…”

“Wang Haoran, you want to be my father and deceive my sister… you’re courting death!!!”

At this point, Murong Bufan had only one “deep-seated hatred” left.

However.

Just as he lay down to calm his internal energy.

Suddenly—

“Rumble—”

“Rumble—”

Accompanied by faint sounds, Murong Bufan felt the ground shaking!

“What’s happening?!”

Startled, he looked around at the falling dust and stones, feeling a sense of foreboding.

“Xiao Heizi, the room is collapsing, we need to leave—”

But before Murong Bufan could finish.

The ground beneath him suddenly gave way, and he lost his footing.

“Ah——————splash!!!”

His body fell uncontrollably.

After a few seconds, Murong Bufan crashed into a lake, creating a huge splash.

Then he slowly sank into the water.

“Damn…”

Before losing consciousness, Murong Bufan saw a “cock-a-doodle-doo—” figure rushing towards him…

……

……

He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious.

Murong Bufan slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze vacant, he touched his still aching head. After a while, he finally remembered what had happened before he fainted.

Although the room collapsed, Xiao Heizi had stayed by his side.

“……It’s not here…?”

Looking around, Murong Bufan found himself in a simple straw hut.

And he was lying on the ground.

“It seems someone lives here…”

Murong Bufan got up, intending to go outside and take a look.

At this moment.

A somewhat hoarse female voice came from outside.

“Young man, since you’re awake, come out.”

“……”

The person outside was likely his savior.

Thinking this, Murong Bufan used his remaining left hand to push open the wooden door.

Following the voice.

He saw a figure in tattered clothes, yet still graceful, standing under a jujube tree, picking jujubes.

Hearing the door open, the person turned around—

“……Hiss?!!”

Seeing the face, Murong Bufan was so startled he took a step back, gasping!

The woman had a good figure, but her face was old and terrifyingly strange!

Seeing Murong Bufan’s reaction, the woman’s expression darkened.

“Spit—!”

She spat forcefully, and a jujube pit shot out like a bullet.

Embedding itself into the rock beside Murong Bufan!

“……So strong!”

Murong Bufan’s legs went weak with fear, trembling, “Senior…”

Seeing Murong Bufan’s reaction.

The woman continued speaking:

“My name is Qiu Mochou, I saved you.”

“Young man, let me ask you—”

“Are you from the Murong family?!”