Chapter 398: The Bustling Cliff Bottom

As everyone knows, calling someone “Dad” is not something to be done lightly.

So, Murong Bufan’s shocked and involuntary cry of “Dad” caused both Qiu Mochou and Murong Bo to instinctively halt their actions.

They both turned to look.

Despite the deep night, as grandmaster-level experts, they had no visual impediments.

Seeing Murong Bufan’s face, Murong Bo was equally shocked—

“Fan’er?!”

“It’s me, Dad. I thought you were dead! How are you here?!”

This was his biological father!

Murong Bufan hurriedly pulled the sword out of his father’s kidney.

Witnessing this scene.

Qiu Mochou, after her initial shock, quickly grasped the truth.

“Murong Yunhai… no, I should call you Murong Bufan!”

“You are the very son of Murong Bo you spoke of!”

“Haha, what a stroke of luck!”

The enemy’s son was now her hostage!

Seeing the deep father-son bond, Qiu Mochou naturally wouldn’t continue to ally with Murong Bufan.

With a mere thought, Murong Bufan clutched his heart, painfully kneeling, “…So painful…”

“Fan’er!”

Seeing his son in such agony, Murong Bo didn’t have time to ask why his son had lost an arm or why he was here.

He urgently shouted, “Qiu Mochou, what have you done?!”

“What have I done? Hehe, Murong Bo, you don’t need to know!”

Qiu Mochou sneered, then threw a choice at Murong Bufan—

“Murong Bufan, I’m giving you two choices.”

“Take the sword and stab Murong Bo in the heart.”

“If you succeed, I’ll give you the antidote.”

“If you fail, you’ll… die!”

“Five minutes, make your choice!”

She then glanced at Murong Bo, making it clear—

Murong Bufan was no match for Murong Bo, so the real choice was Murong Bo’s.

Either let his son stab him or watch his son die!

“Make your choice!”

Seeing the grim faces of the two, Qiu Mochou laughed wildly, as if already seeing the father-son conflict unfold.

“Murong Bo, this is your retribution! Hahaha!”

At this moment.

Murong Bufan stood up, holding the sword, his hand trembling.

His heart hurt so much.

But the person before him was his own father, how could he strike?

“…You… vile woman!” Murong Bo’s fingers trembled with rage.

“How could you do this!”

“Heh, why not! He’s the child of you and my junior sister!”

“You care, but I don’t!”

However, Qiu Mochou was curious:

“Murong Bo, weren’t you ‘crippled’ by me? How could Murong Bufan be your biological son?”

“Why… are you so concerned about him?”

“Is it because you’ve grown attached after raising him for so long, or…”

“Is he your beloved’s child, and you’re willing to take him as your own?”

“Which is it? Tell me!”

Her words were filled with naked mockery.

However, Murong Bo wasn’t angered.

Instead, he looked at Murong Bufan with heartache—

Seeing Fan’er in such pain, he, as a father, was also in agony!

So.

He had no choice but to reveal the truth—

“Qiu Mochou, stop this!”

“Fan’er’s original name… is Murong Fu!”

“He is your biological son!”

Murong Bo’s stern, loud declaration was filled with fear that Qiu Mochou might kill their son.

“…What did you say?!!!”

Hearing that Murong Bufan was her son, Qiu Mochou was naturally shocked and confused.

She instinctively didn’t believe Murong Bo—

But in this situation, would Murong Bo lie about something so trivial…

“He’s… my Fu’er?!”

“Yes!”

“But wasn’t he born after you married my junior sister?”

Murong Bo had to confess everything: “That was to hide the truth from others, so we deliberately pushed Fan’er’s birth date back a year!”

“As for the name change, I felt guilty towards Yuanjun, so I let her rename him!”

“But… I didn’t sense it…”

At the grandmaster level, one could vaguely sense close blood relatives.

But she didn’t feel any familiar connection with Murong Bufan…

“That’s because, to help Fan’er cultivate our family’s Tianlong Nine Transformations, my father and I cleansed his bloodline!”

“He truly is your child!!!”

“……”

Seeing Murong Bo’s pained expression, Qiu Mochou hesitated, staring blankly at Murong Bufan—

Is he really my Fu’er?

Though uncertain, she immediately stopped manipulating the poison in Murong Bufan’s body.

Murong Bufan, too, was stunned by the sudden revelation.

For a moment.

The three stood in silence, creating an eerie atmosphere.

“……”

“……”

“……”

At that moment—

“Hehe.” A sudden chuckle broke the silence.

Then, “Clap—clap—clap—” the sound of applause echoed.

In the quiet cliff bottom, it drew everyone’s attention, making them look over.

The person who appeared before them.

Was none other than Wang Yuanjun, who had connections with all of them.

“Senior sister, you needn’t doubt.”

“Xiao Fan is indeed your biological son!”

Wang Yuanjun’s rosy face bore a happy smile—

“Sorry to interrupt your family reunion…”

“Oh, wait, I misspoke. You three actually—”

“Are not a real family at all!”