c631: 611: How Could Such a Scoundrel Be Stronger Than Me?

When Qianmu Fan heard the name Shen Han, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Shen Han? He has come to Five Immortals City?

Where is he now, and why haven’t I heard any news about him?"

Qianmu Fan seemed to care about this, and his tone carried a hint of urgency.

Before him, Meng Dong bowed slightly, his voice trembling a bit.

"Senior Brother Qianmu, you have been cultivating in the South Courtyard, mingling with at least Inner Sect Disciples.

Shen Han is just a Servant Disciple now, how could you possibly hear about him?"

Qianmu Fan suddenly stood up, his expression somewhat peculiar.

It seemed he wanted to laugh, but he was trying hard to restrain himself.

"You say he is just a Servant Disciple, are you sure?"

"Senior Brother Qianmu, this is absolutely true, not a bit false.

I recommended him here, and during the talent test, he only showed a faint red.

With this kind of talent, he can only be a Servant Disciple..."

Meng Dong’s words seemed to have lifted Qianmu Fan’s mood considerably.

He then returned to his room, took some things, and tossed them to Meng Dong as a reward.

After driving him away, he immediately sent someone to find out if there was indeed a Servant Disciple named Shen Han who had recently joined the sect.

In less than two quarters of an hour, Qianmu Fan received the news.

The people he sent out gave a positive confirmation.

Among the Servant Disciples, there indeed was someone named Shen Han, and he was not from the Southern Heaven Continent.

All the information indicated that the Servant Disciple was the Shen Han he had in mind.

"Junior Brother, is this Shen Han person very important to you?"

Beside him, Wen Ranran asked cautiously.

She had known Qianmu Fan for quite a long time, yet she had never seen her junior brother in this state before.

"To be honest, Senior Sister, this Shen Han is someone who altered the trajectory of my life.

Back then, I was still studying at Mountain Sea Academy, practicing the Chess Path.

A good friend of mine, named Shen Ye, is the elder brother of this Shen Han.

That year, just after the new year, I was invited by my friend to visit their Shen Family.

Every year, their Shen Family conducts a family examination.

At that time, Brother Shen Ye was in retreat for cultivation, so a friend and I acted as the chief examiners on his behalf."

Qianmu Fan spoke as he invited Wen Ranran to sit in the courtyard.

In the distance, two servants hurried forward to pour tea.

"Brother Shen Ye’s cousin, Shen Han, had poor character and deficient morals.

He disrespected teachers and defied family elders.

In the Shen Family, he caused trouble and disruption in various ways for the elders.

On that visit, entrusted by Brother Shen Ye, I was to teach this unruly disciple with poor character a lesson.

At that time, Brother Shen Ye asked us to break one of his legs directly.

But on the day of the examination, with good intentions, I instead offered him some advice."

Qianmu Fan paused for a moment, seemingly recalling the scene from that day.

Listening quietly beside him, Wen Ranran softly interjected.

"Junior Brother, your advice probably had no effect whatsoever.

After all, for someone lacking morals and virtues, verbal advice would hardly have any impact."

Wen Ranran had never met Shen Han, but in her words, the image of Shen Han had already formed in her mind.

Hearing this, Qianmu Fan nodded in agreement.

"Senior Sister, you’re absolutely right. My advice had no effect whatsoever.

Shen Han was wantonly reckless and obstinate.

So at that time, I thought, entrusted by Brother Shen Ye, I’d help him fulfill a brother’s duty.

Sometimes, only through punishment and pain can someone know fear.

Only then do they become aware."

Qianmu Fan spoke word by word.

But the more he spoke, the more a sense of discomfort seemed to grow in his eyes.