Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

Chapter 15 One Must Not Punish Without Teaching

It was past midnight, and the night was as dark as ink.

In a courtyard of the Fang family mansion, the servants were all summoned.

Startled awake in the middle of the night, the crowd couldn't help but show some resentment on their faces. But upon hearing that it was Young Master Fang Chen who had summoned them, the expressions of a few quick-witted individuals subtly changed.

This urgent summons in the dead of night, coupled with the young master's grave illness and critical condition... could it be that the time has come?!

Thinking of this, most of the servants were filled with fear.

Although the original owner was arrogant to outsiders, he was kind and gentle to those around him.

Moreover, in this world, the master and servant share both glory and honor. If the master were to die, they would at best lose power and be demoted to hard labor, and at worst be exiled to mines or estates. A slight misstep could cost them their lives.

The thought of this made everyone feel insecure.

Only one servant, Fang Qiu, lowered his head to hide a smile, secretly delighted:

"That little beast is finally going to die!"

The original owner treated those around her well, often sharing money, food, and drink with them, and even taking them to brothels.

But the more this happened, the deeper Fang Qiu's resentment and hatred grew.

On what grounds?

Why is he born a servant, at the mercy of others, while Fang Chen, a dissolute and纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled and dissolute young man), can enjoy wealth and even decide his life or death with a single word?

In terms of strategy and martial prowess, Fang Qiu believed he was no less capable than his opponent. If he were in the position of young master, he would be a hundred times better than this good-for-nothing.

But just because of his birth, that good-for-nothing could easily possess everything... glory, wealth, beauty, power... things that he longed for day and night but could not obtain, the other party was born with!

What right does a piece of trash have?!

At this thought, deep resentment welled up in my heart, almost overflowing from my chest.

"Fang Qiu, what's wrong?" Fang Xia, another servant beside him, asked in a low voice.

"It's alright." Fang Qiu quickly composed himself, glancing at Fang Xia with disdain in his heart.

That fool, still so loyal even now.

Once the young master grants me the position of steward, I will certainly give him a good dressing down.

The group followed the servants to Fang Chen's residence.

The moment Fang Qiu stepped across the threshold, what she saw was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, causing her face to turn pale.

Inside the brightly lit hall, the young master Fang Chen sat in the main seat. Although his face was still pale, his eyes were clear and cold. In the flickering candlelight, he had a solemn and majestic air, like a judge of the underworld.

The previously faint whispers vanished instantly.

"Young master, are you... alright?" A middle-aged man of about forty years old with a capable appearance stepped forward quickly. His aura was refined and his steps were solid, clearly indicating that he possessed martial arts cultivation.

He was Fang Bo, an old servant of the Fang family. He had followed the original owner's father and was entrusted by him to take care of Fang Chen. However, he was sent by the current head of the family to guard the manor outside the city. Recently, he was urgently summoned back to the manor from outside the city because the original owner was seriously ill.

He was briefly sent away by the son of the current head of the family under the pretext of fetching medicine, but when he returned, he was overjoyed to find that the young master's illness seemed to be improving.

"It is truly thanks to the blessings of my ancestors that I survived." Fang Chen smiled faintly, but his next words shocked everyone in the room. "I recovered while seriously ill, even after someone secretly added potent drugs to my medicine. It is truly... a great blessing."

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent, and all the servants stared wide-eyed, with only the howling wind outside the hall.

"...Who?!" Fang Bo squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, clearly furious.

Fang Chen did not answer, but slowly stood up and paced a couple of steps, his gaze sweeping over the six servants in front of him, his tone flat:

"Although I am a playboy, you have followed me for many years. To be fair, how have I, Fang Chen, treated people?"

The servant Fang Xia quickly bowed his head and replied:

"Our late lord rescued us from human traffickers and never bullied or beat us. Instead, he provided us with rice, oil, salt, meat, and money every month. The young lord has also provided us with the same amount of rice and money. We have never dared to forget such kindness."

The others also turned pale and knelt down on the ground.

"If that's the case, then why harm me? Is the human heart truly like a python swallowing an elephant, never satisfied?" At this point, Fang Chen suddenly chuckled, "Does he perhaps think that betraying his former master will bring him the riches and glory of his dreams?"

"Leaving aside previous dynasties, in the two hundred years of this dynasty alone, have any of those who betrayed their masters for personal gain ever had a good end? In the past, when the Great Zhou invaded, a general rebelled. The Zhou emperor was overjoyed and rewarded him handsomely. However, within three years, this man was assassinated several times and alienated by the Zhou court... Who would dare to befriend someone who could even betray his former master? Who would dare to employ him?"

"In another neighboring county, a wicked servant of the Tian family plotted to murder the young master, thinking he had risen to power overnight. As a result, he was executed the very next day, torn apart by chariots in the bustling marketplace, his wails echoing throughout the city."

At this point, Fang Chen's voice became indifferent, sending a chill down one's spine:

"Throughout history, countless scholars, strategists, fierce generals, and capable ministers have betrayed their masters for personal gain, yet few have met a good end. How dare a mere servant think he... will be an exception?!"

As he finished speaking, Fang Chen slowly walked up to Fang Qiu, looking down at him from his elevated position.

Fang Qiu was so frightened by the chilling intent in his words that she turned pale.

Looking up at this moment, one could see that the person in front of him was no longer as frivolous as usual, but instead possessed an indescribable majesty, as if he were facing the head of the family.

Coupled with his guilty conscience, being exposed by those words caused him to tremble violently, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. A foul stench emanated from his groin, and he unconsciously muttered:

"No...it's impossible...Young Master clearly promised me...that as long as I drugged him...he would make me his steward...his master..."

Upon hearing this, all the servants in the hall paled.

Fang Bo was taken aback at first, then became so angry that he trembled all over. He took a step forward, intending to kill the slave, but his body suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, Fang Chen appeared in his hand with a short sword that gleamed coldly.

His tone was indifferent, yet laced with murderous intent:

"Those who repay kindness with enmity and betray their master for personal gain... deserve to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared.

The servant Fang Qiu's lips moved as if he wanted to argue, but warm blood spurted from his neck.

He made two "hehe" sounds in his throat, then collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.

In an instant, the room fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Fang Bo stared blankly at Fang Chen, who stood calmly with his sword in hand.

The once frivolous playboy now clearly distinguishes right from wrong and makes decisive judgments about life and death. His words subtly reveal the authority he once held as the head of the family, wielding power over clan affairs and life and death.

Is there really such great terror between life and death that can change a person's temperament overnight?

The other servants, seeing this, trembled with fear and dared not act as casually as before.

Fang Chen stood still, looking at the scene before him, and understood.

In an era dominated by immortals, there's no need to say more about such traitors; just kill them. Talking nonsense will only create more trouble.

However, in this world, the divine will is manifest, and this matter concerns the servants around us. Any killing must be justified, otherwise it will surely alienate people's hearts.

With a legitimate reason for learning, even if one's temperament changes drastically overnight, it is still considered enlightenment in Longchang, a divine gift.

However, if one acts without a just cause, killing others at will without reason, causing people to turn against him, he might one day be regarded as a demon and captured.

Therefore, the slightest difference here is the difference between future success and failure, and between life and death!

"Therefore, we must first clarify their crimes, explain their reasons, teach them before punishing them, and clearly establish the law of punishment so that people's hearts may turn towards them. Only in this way, after this sudden transmigration and drastic change in temperament, can I be called a divine being, awakened by innate wisdom, rather than someone possessed by evil spirits or demons!"

Fang Chen thought to himself.

He was about to speak when, to his surprise, at that very moment, the world before him silently shed a veil of mystery.

Above the heads of everyone in the hall, a faint... grayish-white color appeared!