The one who uttered these words was none other than Qian Yuxing, who was in a state of extreme mental collapse.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were immediately focused on him.
This naturally includes Hu Meng.
"You say you know who the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion is?"
When Hu Meng's sharp eyes fixed on him, Qian Yuxing's legs went weak with fear.
The fact that he didn't kneel down on the spot was already his last effort.
"I... I..."
"Speak quickly!" Hu Meng narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with bloodlust and murderous intent.
Qian Yuxing felt another pang of fear. Faced with the threat of death, he didn't care about anything else and pointed at Jiang Fan.
"It's him! It's him! He's the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion!"
Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting to see himself involved in what he was watching a show.
Given that Wei San was the commander of the Divine Wind Camp, why didn't he make a move at all when presented with such a good opportunity to earn merit?
Hu Meng's gaze shifted, landing on Jiang Fan. He looked him up and down, finally settling on Jiang Fan's tattered shoes. He frowned and asked uncertainly, "Are you the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion?"
Jiang Fan stood up, his gaze indifferent.
"If I say I'm not, are you going to kill everyone here?"
"That's right!" Hu Meng raised his chin.
Jiang Fan glanced around and found that everyone was looking at him with a variety of complicated expressions.
Finally, he feigned a sigh, "If it can save them, then I will."
As soon as the sound faded, system notifications began to blare incessantly.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You've saved someone from disaster and done a good deed. Points +12]
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You've saved someone from disaster and done a good deed. Points +13]
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You've saved someone from disaster and done a good deed. Points +11]
In less than a minute, Jiang Fan had earned over 10,000 points, and the number was still growing.
What a kind person!
This was the thought in almost everyone's mind, and they all looked at Jiang Fan as if he were some kind of savior.
"Aww--" The fat man was also moved to tears by Jiang Fan's actions and grabbed his hand.
" Jiang Fan, you are such a good person. You sacrificed yourself to save everyone. I have never seen such a good person before."
Jiang Fan disgustedly pulled his hand away from the fat man and took a few steps back, afraid that his tears would spray onto him.
Just then, Hu Meng suddenly raised the broadsword resting on his shoulder and swung it forward, aiming straight for Jiang Fan's face.
The atmosphere inside the train became even more tense due to this sudden change; everyone was silent, not daring to utter a sound.
Jiang Fan, the person involved, remained calm, without the slightest ripple in his heart.
Although the opponent was Late-Stage Fourth Rank Martial Artist, with his own strength and the fact that the opponent was unaware that he was Spirit Master, escaping would not be difficult.
Besides, isn't Wei San right here?
Therefore, he was completely fearless.
"Um?"
Hu Meng had been observing Jiang Fan and noticed that although the young man was dressed plainly with a hole in his shoe, making him look very poor and inconsistent with his status as the heir of the Pill Pavilion, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his courage was something that ordinary people could not match.
Could he really be the heir of the Pill Pavilion?
"Hey kid, listen to me. Tell the truth, are you the person I'm looking for? If you dare lie, I'll have your head chopped off right now."
Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me say that if it could save them, I would?"
He wasn't saying this to show off; he was just trying to gain more favor and earn more points.
While people were contributing points to Jiang Fan, they were also deeply shocked by Jiang Fan audacity.
Facing Late-Stage Fourth Rank Blood Fang Bandit Group with a knife to his throat, this young man remained incredibly defiant, even daring to insult them by saying they couldn't hear properly. Was he truly fearless, or was he mentally unstable, not a normal person?
Hu Meng's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes widened in anger.
"You dare say I can't hear well? You're asking for it!"
With that, he raised his knife and chopped it down at Jiang Fan's head.
Jiang Fan frowned slightly. Why hadn't Wei San made a move yet?
If he doesn't take action soon, he'll have to resort to Psychic Power.
But if that were the case, his identity as Spirit Master would be exposed.
Just as he was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of Wei San finally making a move.
"Stop! Don't kill me! He's not the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion, I am!"
The fat man spread his arms, blocking Jiang Fan's path, his large eyes filled with determination.
The sword, about to fall, stopped in mid-air due to this sudden change.
Jiang Fan looked at the fat man blocking his way, who only reached his chest. Jiang Fan thought that if the knife really came down, given their height difference, it definitely wouldn't hit the fat man.
Despite his complaints, he was still quite surprised by the fat man's courageous act of stepping forward.
Of course, there was also a strange sense of being touched.
"You? You're saying you're the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion?"
Hu Meng's voice was laced with sarcasm. This Little Fatty in front of him was covered in patches and looked so shabby that he was even worse off than Jiang Fan, who wore tattered shoes.
"That's right! That's me!"
The fat man's voice was loud, but it trembled slightly, and his legs shook violently.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Whoever you're looking for, just take me away and don't involve anyone else!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Jiang Fan.
"Don't worry, they just want the money, they won't kill me."
Jiang Fan was a little confused. Judging from the fat man's appearance, could he really be the heir of the Pill Pavilion?
Before Jiang Fan could figure it out, he heard Hu Meng and the others burst into laughter.
"Did you hear that? This poor, short, fat Little Fatty actually claims to be the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion! Hahaha! I've seen people courting death, but I've never seen anyone so eager to die!"
"Exactly! Look at him! If he's the Crown Prince of the Pill Pavilion, then I'm the Pill Pavilion's patriarch!"
"That won't do. I've heard that the patriarch of the Pill Pavilion was a woman."
"Really? Then I'm that old woman's lover, the man she kept on the side!"
"You dare say something like that? You've got some nerve, and your tastes are really unusually heavy."
Upon hearing this, the fat man's face turned bright red and then purple.
"How dare you insult my ancestors! I'll fight you to the death!"
After shouting angrily, he slammed his hand on the ground, making a dull thud.
Following this, ripples of power emanated from his palm and spread rapidly outwards. At the same time, a deep blue light appeared on the ground, within which mysterious runes spread and intertwined, ultimately outlining a complex and profound magic array pattern.
The process may seem lengthy and complicated, but it actually only takes a few breaths.
As the magic circle was finally formed, a demonic beast covered in golden fur and resembling a lion suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.