MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC80 Anus Annihilator
After two weeks of isolation at home, Feng Fan finally stepped outside. The moment he stepped out, his eyes were drawn to the sky, where a massive flying sword glided gracefully overhead.
The sword shimmered with radiant shades of blue, its brilliance captivating to behold.
Standing atop the blade was a stunning woman, her long blue hair flowing like a cascading river, adding to the ethereal beauty of the scene.
The woman saw Feng Fan watching, and moved her sword in his direction, when she was only a few meters from him, she stopped the sword in the air.
"Feng Fan, I didn't know you were living here. When did you move?" asked Huang Xue, her tone aloof, though her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity.
'More than a month without seeing me... and he didn't even tell me where he was,' she thought, a subtle pang of annoyance flickering in her heart.
Feng Fan, who could hear her thoughts thanks to his unique ability, scratched his head with a wry smile. 'Oops, I forgot. Xue Qiang is going to scold me for this.'
"Hello, Huang Xue. I moved less than two months ago. It was a bit rushed," he explained, trying to smooth things over. "By the way, how are you flying with your sword? That looks amazing!"
Feng Fan's eyes gleamed with envy as he glanced at the shimmering sword beneath her feet. 'Sword flight is so cool… I can't wait to do that,' he mused.
Huang Xue nodded slightly. "When I broke through to the Foundation Establishment realm, I learned a sword flight technique. It enlarges the sword and allows it to hover in the air. It's surprisingly easy to control."
"Oh, that's impressive," Feng Fan replied, trying to mask his envy. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I should get going now. I need to head somewhere. See you later."
Huang Xue nodded again, her gaze following him as he started to walk away. 'Hmph, it seems he doesn't want to talk to me...' she thought, feeling a twinge of disappointment before ascending into the sky.
Feng Fan watched her leave briefly, then sighed and continued on his way toward the Fifth Peak, his mind now focused on testing his strength.
Soon, another figure soared through the skies, also riding a weapon. It was Xue Qiang.
Unlike Huang Xue, Xue Qiang made no effort to hide her feelings. The moment her eyes landed on Feng Fan, her brows furrowed in clear annoyance.
Feng Fan didn't need to hear her thoughts to know trouble was coming.
As soon as Xue Qiang spotted Feng Fan, she willed her spear to fly toward him, stopping abruptly right in front of him.
"Fanfan, where have you been this past month? Why didn't you tell me anything?" she demanded, her tone filled with clear irritation. "I came to see you three times, and you weren't there!"
Feng Fan sighed internally, noticing the storm brewing in her gaze. But what caught him off guard was her next thought: 'Were you with that vixen Huang Xue?'
He quickly put on a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Qinqin. A lot happened. I got a master in Array Dao, and he insisted I live closer to him. It all happened so fast, and I've been busy these past few weeks."
Then, with a slight chuckle, he added, "How about we head to a nearby city next time and grab something to eat? My treat, to make up for it."
Her eyes widened, and her thoughts screamed so loudly he almost flinched: 'AAAAAAH, a date?! Is he asking me on a date?!'
Feng Fan, who had heard her mental outburst, blinked in surprise. 'Is there really a need to get that excited over food?' he thought, a little baffled. But he kept his expression neutral, offering her a genuine smile as he waited for her answer. Find your next read at empire
Xue Qiang's stern expression softened into a bright smile. "Alright, I'll forgive you this time. When are we going?"
Feng Fan paused to think before replying, "How about after I break through to the Foundation Establishment realm? It shouldn't take long, maybe two weeks at most. I'll come to your quarters after that, okay?"
Xue Qiang nodded enthusiastically. "Okay."
'If you disappear again, I'll lock you in my room,' she thought.
Hearing her thoughts, Feng Fan felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
"Where are you headed now? Do you want a ride?" she asked, pointing to the spear beneath her feet.
Feng Fan glanced at the spear with a tinge of envy. "No need, I'm not going far, but thanks. See you later, Qinqin."
Xue Qiang smiled and took off, satisfied with the date to come
As she flew away, she thought, 'Mother always said not to push a boy too far, or he might start hating you. If Fanfan ever hates me… I'll have no choice but to lock him in my room. It's better to avoid that, I think.'
Feng Fan's smile faltered, his expression turning exasperated. 'Crazy girl!' he thought with a sigh.
Feng Fan continued on his way to the Fifth Peak, this time without any interruptions.
When he arrived, the familiar sight greeted him: arenas filled with fighters exchanging blows and a roaring crowd cheering them on.
"Ah, nothing like blood and violence to brighten people's day," he muttered to himself with a grin.
Feng Fan scanned the area for a few minutes until he spotted the section where Foundation Establishment fighters were battling. He made his way toward a referee to inquire about joining.
On his way, he overheard a conversation between two men.
"Hey, isn't that the Anus Annihilator?" one of them said, his tone a mix of shock and disbelief.
"Damn, it really is him! I saw his fight. This guy's a menace to anyone's ass! No one who faced him walked away with their dignity intact…"
"I heard he vanished after that match. Could it be… he's back??"
"Man, I seriously pity whoever ends up fighting him. Better to steer clear of this lunatic."
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Feng Fan was momentarily stunned upon hearing the conversation.
'Who the hell is this Anus Annihilator?' he thought, stifling a chuckle. 'What kind of absurd nickname is that?'
Shaking his head, he continued walking until he reached a referee stationed near the arena.
"Excuse me," he said with a polite smile, "I'm at the 9th Qi Gathering realm, but I'd like to challenge a 1st Foundation Establishment cultivator. Is that allowed here?"
The referee raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if he'd lost his mind. "You can… but why would you want to play the punching bag, kid?"
Feng Fan's smile widened, but he didn't offer an explanation.
Noticing that the young man wasn't in the mood to explain, the referee didn't press the matter further.
"Tell me your name and press your hand on the orb. I'll call you when it's your turn to fight."
"Feng Fan," he replied, then followed the instructions, pressing his hand on the orb.
The referee nodded, scribbling on a piece of paper linked to some kind of match-arranging array.
After the brief exchange, Feng Fan stood off to the side, patiently watching the battles unfold in the arena.
When two fights concluded, the referee's voice cut through the noise.
"Feng Fan vs. Xiang Yi!"
Feng Fan stepped forward, his grin still in place. In front of him stood a man with short hair and a strikingly handsome face.
'Hmph, a handsome guy. I'll make sure to hit his face more. Handsome people should suffer more,' Feng Fan thought with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Your adventure continues at empire
"Are both participants ready?" Asked the referee.
Xiang Yi nodded, but Feng Fan called out. "Wait!"
He turned toward a nearby betting stall, his eyes scanning the offerings. "Hey, what are the odds for this battle?"
The man behind the counter smiled knowingly. It wasn't uncommon for participants to place bets on themselves.
He wasn't worried about any fixed matches, those who tried in the past ended up badly beaten with all their possessions stolen.
When money is involved, if you decide to cheat, you'd better not get caught!
"The odds for you are 100 to 1. How much would you like to bet?"
Feng Fan flashed a confident grin. "Do you accept bets in middle-grade stones?"
The clerk's brows shot up in surprise. "Are you serious? Middle-grade stones? Yes, but we have a limit, at most one middle-grade qi stone, or ten thousand low-grade qi stones per person."
Feng Fan's expression flickered with mild disappointment. 'Doesn't matter, it's still a decent amount of qi stones.'
With a shrug, he tossed a middle-grade qi stone onto the counter. "Hold onto my reward for me safely."
The clerk caught the stone quickly, marking it down with a nod.
The crowd nearby couldn't help but notice the exchange. Whispers rippled through the spectators.
"This guy's insane, betting a middle-grade qi stone with those kinds of odds!"
"Is he out of his mind? He's in the 9th Qi Gathering realm, facing off against a 1st Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
Feng Fan turned back to the referee and calmly said, "I'm ready."
Xiang Yi, his opponent, furrowed his brows in irritation.
"Are you looking down on me?" he asked, his eyes flashing with anger as he glared at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan paused for a moment, then responded with an innocent expression. "Not at all. It's not that you're weak, it's just that I'm too strong!"
The crowd erupted in laughter, but the sound only served to fuel Xiang Yi's irritation.
"We'll see about that," he said, his anger rising.
After a brief moment of silence, the referee saw the tension was ripe and called out.
"Start!"
Xiang Yi wasted no time. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between himself and Feng Fan.
As he reached striking range, Xiang Yi extended his right palm, aiming directly at Feng Fan's chest. Behind him, an illusion of a cross-legged Buddha appeared, its serene image contrasting with the intensity of the attack.
"Buddha's Divine Palm!" he shouted, unleashing the powerful strike.
Feng Fan merely smiled in response.
He quickly circulated his spiritual qi throughout his body, channeling it through his 144 meridians in a perfect, seamless flow. His dantian served as the focal point, guiding the energy with precision.
His right arm tensed, muscles hardening in preparation for the strike. As he shifted his stance, his right shoulder and hips moved in perfect harmony, amplifying the power behind his punch.
In the blink of an eye, his right arm shot forward with devastating force.
Bang!
The moment their punch and palm collided, both Feng Fan and Xiang Yi staggered back three steps!
The onlookers gasped in astonishment.
A 9th Qi Gathering realm cultivator had just matched a 1st Foundation Establishment realm cultivator in strength!
It was well-known that the gap between the 1st Foundation Establishment and the 9th Qi Gathering realms was enormous.
Upon reaching the 9th Qi Gathering realm, a cultivator had to use all their awakened meridians to form a pillar that connected the external spiritual qi to their dantian. The more and stronger the meridians involved, the more powerful the pillar.
Once a cultivator formed the pillar inside their dantian, their strength would increase at least threefold!
How could a 9th Qi Gathering cultivator possibly match that? Even if their cultivation technique were of Heavenly grade, it shouldn't be possible!
Moreover, the White Crow Sect didn't possess a Heavenly-grade technique.
After his attack was stopped, Xiang Yi's expression hardened. He no longer underestimated his opponent, realizing that the man in front of him was just as strong as he was.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his tone filled with disbelief. "Someone as strong as you can't possibly be unknown, but I've never seen you inside the sect."
A smug grin spread across Feng Fan's face. "I'm your father! Come here, son, let me teach you a lesson!"
Xiang Yi's brows furrowed with anger. "I'll wipe this smug smile off your face!"
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Xiang Yi said no more. With a furious roar, he lunged at Feng Fan, both palms wide open and surging with deadly spiritual qi.
Feng Fan responded with a confident smile, circulating spiritual qi throughout his body to enhance his strength, speed, and resilience.
'Exactly what I was hoping for!'
The two clashed relentlessly, exchanging blow after blow, injury for injury.
Each collision of fist and palm sent shockwaves of spiritual qi rippling through the air. The crowd watched in awe as bruises began to form on both combatants' bodies from their fierce exchange.
At a glance, the fight appeared evenly matched, but it was anything but that!
While Xiang Yi's injuries were compounding with every exchange, Feng Fan's cultivation technique suppressed the chaotic qi invading his body and accelerated his healing.
Each injury Xiang Yi inflicted was quickly neutralized, leaving Feng Fan looking as if he was gaining strength rather than losing it.
As the battle raged on, Xiang Yi's movements began to slow, his momentum faltering under the mounting strain. Meanwhile, Feng Fan grew faster and sharper, his strikes more precise and devastating with each passing moment.
Within his dantian, Feng Fan felt his spiritual qi churning, a powerful energy on the brink of eruption.
'The breakthrough... it's almost here!'
Noticing that he could no longer suppress his imminent breakthrough, Feng Fan decided to end the battle once and for all.
He glanced at Xiang Yi, who was panting heavily, on the verge of collapsing from spiritual qi exhaustion.
'This is the advantage of cultivating both qi and body,' Feng Fan thought. 'Even if my spiritual qi runs out, I can still fight with my body.'
Feng Fan lifted his right foot, aiming for a decisive blow against Xiang Yi's vulnerable parts.
Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!
Xiang Yi's instincts screamed danger, but his depleted spiritual qi and fatigue left him helpless. He wanted to dodge or block, but his body wouldn't respond in time.
Before he could react, Feng Fan's foot struck its target with precision.
Crack!
"AAAAAGH!"
Xiang Yi's scream echoed through the arena as the crowd collectively winced, many instinctively covering their own vulnerable areas.
"Damn, this guy is ruthless!" someone in the audience muttered.
As Xiang Yi doubled over in agony, clutching his groin, Feng Fan showed no mercy.
Grabbing him by the collar, he effortlessly tossed him out of the arena. Xiang Yi hit the ground outside with a thud, still clutching his injured vulnerable parts and groaning in pain.
"Healers, assist him!" the referee called out before turning to Feng Fan.
"Feng Fan is the winner!"
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The declaration was met with mixed reactions. Most of the crowd groaned, lamenting their lost bets, while a few lucky spectators grinned ear to ear, having struck it rich in a single wager.
Feng Fan ignored the crowd and the referee entirely.
He sat cross-legged in the middle of the arena, placed four middle-grade qi stones in front of him, and began cultivating.
The referee's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell? Is he seriously trying to break through right here? Shouldn't he find a secluded place for something like this?"
The crowd shared his disbelief.
Normally, when someone was preparing to break through to a higher realm, they would go into seclusion, refining their energy for days in complete silence before attempting it.
Focus and peace were crucial.
And yet, here was Feng Fan, casually beginning his breakthrough in the middle of an arena.
Adding to the astonishment, Feng Fan had placed four middle-grade qi stones for the process.
It was unheard of to use such high-quality resources just to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm, it was an obvious waste.
Most cultivators used anywhere from ten to a thousand low-grade qi stones, depending on the quality of the pillar they aimed to form within their dantian.
But Feng Fan's situation was unique. He wasn't just forming a pillar to advance.
He also needed to refine his muscles, achieving a qualitative transformation and strengthening their connection with his bones. Only after completing this step could he advance to the Bone Forging realm.
The crowd watched Feng Fan's breakthrough with great interest. Since they were from the same sect, no one dared to interrupt him at such a critical moment.
Doing so would mark them as a traitor to the sect.
While the spectators murmured among themselves, Feng Fan's consciousness was entirely focused inward. The energy he had absorbed from Xiang Yi, combined with his own spiritual qi, began to condense within his dantian, gradually forming a massive pillar in one of its corners.
As the pillar took shape, the spiritual qi from the middle-grade stones depleted at an alarming rate.
'This isn't enough. I have to break through to the Bone Forging realm as well!'
Due to his unique cultivation technique, just breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm would leave his cultivation incomplete, risking severe consequences.
Failure to align the two breakthroughs would result in a devastating backlash.
With his pillar nearing completion, Feng Fan diverted part of his focus to his muscles. The qi-saturated cells within them began to undergo a profound transformation.
At first, the muscle fibers expanded, but soon they compressed, becoming denser and more refined. His frame grew slimmer yet visibly stronger, his physique becoming more defined with every passing second.
As the pillar within his dantian reached its final stages of formation and his muscle transformation neared completion, Feng Fan prepared to take the last critical step.
'Now!'
In a single heartbeat, the remaining spiritual qi from the middle-grade stones surged into him like a raging tide. The stones' light disappeared before crumbling into dust as their energy fueled his breakthrough.
The massive pillar solidified in his dantian, radiating stability and power, while his muscles' connection to his bones tripled in strength and flexibility.
A radiant light burst forth from Feng Fan's body, illuminating the arena. His joints cracked and popped as he adjusted his posture, the sound echoing like a symphony of rebirth.
Feng Fan had successfully stepped into both the 1st Foundation Establishment and the Bone Forging realms!
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When Feng Fan broke through, his connection to the Heaven Suppression Relic deepened, and four new techniques surfaced in his mind.
A wide grin spread across his face. "Finally!"
Without hesitation, he summoned the Suppression Relic from his spatial ring and channeled his spiritual qi into it, following the steps of one of the newfound techniques.
The brick began to grow, expanding several times its original size.
Feng Fan tossed the brick forward, continuing to channel his spiritual qi into it. The brick expanded steadily until it was large enough to accommodate eight grown men standing shoulder to shoulder.
Much like the way Huang Xue and Qiang Xue wielded their weapons, the Suppression Relic hovered effortlessly in mid-air.
Leaping onto the massive brick, Feng Fan steadied himself. With a surge of qi, the brick lifted off, carrying him into the skies.
The wind tousled his hair as his face lit up with an unmistakable smugness.
"Forget sword-flight techniques," he thought with glee. "I've got the Brick Flying Technique. All hail the Brick Sect!"
Feng Fan chuckled to himself.
'Mortals, watch in awe as I, along with my brick, conquer the skies!' he thought, flying in circles around the arena, testing his new flight abilities.
The only reason he hadn't returned to his quarters yet was that he still needed to collect his prize from the previous bet.
The crowd watched, wearing bemused smiles.
"I've seen many people use different weapons to fly after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm, but a brick... this is a first."
"Yeah, this guy is definitely... unique."
After flying for a few minutes, Feng Fan decided he'd shown off enough. He stopped in front of the betting stall near the arena where he had fought, then jumped off his brick.
"Hey there," he said with a smile. "I came to collect my prize."
The clerk smiled back and handed him a sack filled with middle-grade qi stones. "Here you go."
"Thanks, it was a pleasure doing business with you."
With that, Feng Fan hopped back onto his brick and soared into the sky once again.
And so, a new legend was born on the Fifth Peak: a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator who soared through the skies with… a brick.
Feng Fan arrived at his quarters and began studying his new techniques. While he could already use the weapon enlargement and flight techniques, he knew they still needed practice to improve his execution speed.
However, what truly caught his attention were the other two techniques.
'Finally, techniques that don't make me look weird!' he thought, a smile spreading across his face.
"It's Payback Time."
"Sealing Palm."
He muttered the names of the techniques.
"They sound a little odd, not very domineering, but they should do the job."
Feng Fan felt slightly disappointed by the names of his techniques, especially compared to those of his opponents and the techniques in the White Crow Sect library, which had very domineering names.
"Why can't I have attacking techniques like the Heavenly Dragon Punch, Divine Bull Kick, Thor's Might Hammer, or something like that? I'd even shout them out with pride!"
He shook his head and refocused on the techniques. Over the next few days, he decided to dedicate himself to mastering It's Payback Time and Sealing Palm.
After all, he couldn't rely solely on targeting his enemies' butts and kicking their groins during the young generation competition, could he?
Two weeks flew by in the blink of an eye. Not only had Feng Fan consolidated his realm, but he also felt ready to test his new techniques in real combat!
He had significantly improved his proficiency with weapon enlargement and flight, performing them much faster than when he first used them at the Fifth Peak.
'Should I head back to the Fifth Peak and find a punching bag?' he thought.
But then, a critical realization hit him.
"Damn it! I told Qinqin I'd treat her to a meal after breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm. It's a good thing I mentioned it would be in two weeks, I've still got time. I'd better go before she comes after me."
Feng Fan headed straight to the Seventh Peak to sell everything he didn't need, exchanging it for low-grade and middle-grade qi stones.
In his rush, he realized he was selling most of the items below market value, but he didn't mind. After all, there were no production costs involved—everything he sold had been gifts from his friends.
After clearing his space ring of useless items, Feng Fan made his way to Xue Qiang's quarters.
Now that he could fly, traveling within the sect felt far more enjoyable.
Feng Fan stopped in front of Xue Qiang's room and knocked. "Qinqin, it's me."
The door opened moments later, revealing Xue Qiang with a bright smile. "Fanfan, come in."
He stepped inside as she continued, her tone shy. "Have you come for our date?"
Feng Fan nodded. "Yeah. Shall we go?"
Xue Qiang shook her head quickly. "Wait for me to get ready. Please, sit on the couch."
Before he could respond, she dashed to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
With a sigh, Feng Fan sat on the couch, already resigned to the wait. He closed his eyes and began cultivating. 'Does she even have other clothes? I only have the ones issued by the sect.'
Minutes passed without Feng Fan noticing, and nearly two hours later, Xue Qiang finally emerged from the bathroom.
As he opened his eyes, a delicate floral scent filled the air.
His gaze landed on her, and he was momentarily stunned. Her hair was styled in an elegant Dutch braid, and she wore a mesmerizing long black dress with a daring slit that revealed her right thigh.
She wore striking red high heels that perfectly complemented her outfit.
"How do I look?" Xue Qiang asked, giving him a playful smile as she slowly turned around.
The dress was backless, exposing her smooth skin, and the fabric hugged her big curves perfectly, accentuating her figure.
Feng Fan stared, utterly captivated, his jaw nearly dropping.
"Too beautiful!" he blurted out, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
If he had initially agreed to this date just to placate her, now he was truly looking forward to it.
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Xue Qiang smiled shyly. "Thanks, Fanfan. We can go now."
Feng Fan nodded but glanced at her with admiration. "Qinqin, where did you get such a beautiful outfit? Now I feel bad going out with you while wearing these plain sect robes."
Her smile widened as she stepped closer to him. "I don't mind. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter what you wear."
Feng Fan scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "Alright, but next time, I promise I'll wear something better."
Xue Qiang's eyes lit up at his words. 'Next time…'
She smiled warmly. "I'll hold you to that. So, where are we going today?"
Feng Fan paused to think before replying.
"I was planning to head to the Seventh Peak since there are some nice restaurants and bars there. But seeing as you're not wearing sect robes, how about we go outside instead? I've heard there's a city about five hundred kilometers from here, as big as Cloudveil. What do you think?"
"Do you mean Blueriver? I actually went there a few days ago to buy this dress and these heels. I think it would be a great idea!"
"Really? I didn't know they sold clothes like these, so similar to Earth's, out here."
Xue Qiang nodded. "They do! And they aren't hard to find."
"That's good to know. Maybe I'll pick up some clothes for myself while we're there. Alright then, let's go."
With that, Feng Fan stepped out of Xue Qiang's quarters, and she followed closely behind, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
Feng Fan glanced back at her with a smile. "Let me give you a ride."
Retrieving the Suppression Relic from his space ring, he tossed it forward and enlarged it with a surge of spiritual qi.
Stepping onto the brick, he extended his hand toward Xue Qiang, his smile warm and inviting.
"Shall we, my lady?"
Xue Qiang blushed faintly as she reached out to take his hand. 'He's so charming today.'
Once she was safely aboard, Feng Fan guided the brick into the air, propelling it toward Blueriver City in a flash.
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of piercing black eyes tracked their ascent, a sly grin curling beneath them.
"At last, I've found you, Feng Fan," a low voice muttered.
When Feng Fan and Xue Qiang arrived in Blueriver City, countless eyes turned their way.
Most of the attention was focused on Xue Qiang's striking appearance.
"Wow, who is that gorgeous woman?"
"She looks like a fairy!"
Even in the sect's robes, Xue Qiang's beauty had always drawn attention, but now, dressed elegantly, her allure had increased several times over.
Noticing the stares and murmurs, Feng Fan let out a quiet sigh.
'This smells like trouble. Maybe I should've just stayed in the sect,' he thought.
Xue Qiang, already accustomed to being the center of attention, paid no mind to the crowd's whispers. "So, Fanfan, where are we headed?"
Feng Fan said with a shrug. "Do you have any place in mind? If not, we can just wander around until we find something that looks interesting."
"Alright, let's just walk then," Xue Qiang agreed with a smile.
Taking her hand, Feng Fan led the way as they strolled through the bustling streets. He couldn't help but notice the constant stares trailing after them.
'Please, no young masters. Please, no young masters,' he silently prayed, his grip tightening slightly. Continue reading at empire
Xue Qiang noticed Feng Fan's hand tightening around hers and assumed he was nervous. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that he might be nervous about being on his first date with her.
After a few minutes of strolling, Feng Fan's eyes landed on a three-story, luxurious restaurant that stood out from the others. Its grand design exuded elegance and refinement.
The sign above the entrance read 'Crimson Moon Banquet Hall'.
Feng Fan's eyes lit up as he looked at the restaurant's stunning appearance.
Its architecture reflected an elegant ancient Chinese design, with intricate carvings and curved eaves that exuded a sense of timeless beauty.
The deep red hues adorning the building's exterior reminded him of Xue Qiang's striking hair, adding an almost poetic connection that made the place feel even more fitting for their outing.
"Hey, Qinqin, how about this Crimson Moon Banquet Hall? It's the best place we've passed by," Feng Fan suggested.
Xue Qiang glanced at the restaurant, her eyes lighting up. "Yeah, sounds perfect."
After deciding on their lunch spot, they entered. The large red and black double doors swung open to greet them.
An elegantly dressed waiter approached and, as his gaze landed on Xue Qiang, his expression shifted slightly, but he quickly masked it.
He recognized Feng Fan's clothes, and the last thing he wanted was to get into trouble for staring at a woman of an official disciple from the White Crow Sect.
Although the White Crow Sect had been in decline, it was still regarded as a dominant force in such a small city. The strongest cultivator here was only in the Golden Core Formation realm, and the city housed many ordinary mortals.
"Welcome. May I suggest a table for the couple?" he asked with a polite smile.
At the mention of being a couple, Xue Qiang blushed slightly. The usually composed and dominant woman seemed to transform into a shy, lovestruck girl when she was near Feng Fan.
Feng Fan nodded at the waiter's suggestion. "Yes, please. It's our first time here."
The waiter smiled and nodded. "Let me escort you to the second floor."
In the Crimson Moon Banquet Hall, the higher the floor, the more prestigious the guests.
Although the waiter wasn't sure of their exact strength or status, as long as one of them was an official disciple of the White Crow Sect, they were entitled to sit on the second or third floor.
Feng Fan and Xue Qiang followed the waiter up the marble staircase, eventually arriving at a table near the window. The table was crafted from a red wood that Feng Fan had never seen before.
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Feng Fan and Xue Qiang glanced at the menu in front of them, exchanging confused looks.
"I have no idea what any of this is," Feng Fan said.
Xue Qiang nodded in agreement.
Feng Fan called the waiter over. "Please bring us the best dish you have, along with a drink to go with it. You can choose; I'm sure your taste is good."
The waiter nodded, taking the menus. "Of course, I'll take care of it."
After the waiter left, Xue Qiang chuckled. "You didn't want to admit you didn't know any of those dishes, did you?"
"It's too much trouble to explain," Feng Fan replied. "Better to let him choose for us. He works here, so I'm sure he'll pick the best."
"Typical of you," Xue Qiang teased. "Always avoiding asking for help. Remember when you hurt your foot and walked a whole kilometer instead of asking for help?"
Feng Fan smiled, recalling the time he and Xue Qiang had been stealing peaches from an orchard.
He fell from a high wall while escaping from the orchard owner and hurt his right foot.
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"It's not that I don't like asking for help," he said. "It's just that if there's another way, I'd rather take it."
Xue Qiang rolled her eyes. "Of course."
"When we got here on Red Pole, you could have asked me for help," she said, extending her right hand and taking his. "But you never did, even when I offered."
Feng Fan felt the softness of her hand against his, the calluses from her spear training brushing his skin, and he gulped. "Qinqin, I—"
"You can count on me, you know?" She smiled, cutting off whatever excuse he was about to offer.
'I love you, Fanfan…' she thought to herself.
Feng Fan heard her thoughts and smiled warmly. 'This girl…'
"Thank you, Qinqin. I promise I'll count on you from now on, okay?"
"That's a promise, right?"
"Yeah, I swear to count on you, Xue Qiang, from now on. I won't try to do everything on my own!"
Xue Qiang's smile widened, and Feng Fan could swear it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
"If you break your promise..." she said, a playful glint in her eyes.
'I'll lock you in my room so you can never get hurt,' she thought.
'Even if this girl is a little crazy... she's just too damn cute,' Feng Fan thought to himself.
Feng Fan chuckled. "Don't worry, if I break this promise, I'll walk naked across the entire White Crow Sect!"
Xue Qiang furrowed her brows in annoyance. "Why would I want you walking around naked for everyone to see?"
'What if some vixen sees your naked body and likes it? I'll have to kill her...' she thought.
Feng Fan coughed, quickly changing the subject. They soon began talking about their time on Earth, and how they missed certain things—like cell phones, their families, and the food.
A few minutes later, their food and drinks finally arrived.
Feng Fan glanced at their food, intrigued. The plate in front of him appeared to be pesto pasta with some kind of unfamiliar meat.
Although he couldn't quite identify the meat, the aroma alone made his mouth water.
'This smells amazing.'
Xue Qiang's dish was the same.
Their drink seemed to be alcoholic, though he couldn't tell exactly what it was. The only thing he could discern was its deep, mesmerizing blue color.
Feng Fan and Xue Qiang picked up their chopsticks, taking their time to savor the food.
When Feng Fan placed a piece of meat in his mouth, he instantly felt the spiritual qi infused within it. He activated his cultivation technique, allowing the energy to flow seamlessly through his body, enveloping him in a warm, soothing sensation.
His eyes lit up in surprise. 'So this isn't just a regular restaurant. I didn't realize they served food for cultivators here. This must be some kind of demon beast meat. Interesting.'
After enjoying the meal, Feng Fan reached for the blue drink. The moment the liquid touched his lips, spiritual qi spread through his body.
'Not bad, not bad. Great food, a refreshing drink, and a stunning, fiery, woman by my side. What more could I ask for? Nothing could ruin this day.'
As the blood flag has been successfully raised, a loud, arrogant voice rang out near Feng Fan.
"What a stunning lady! Why waste your time with this loser from the White Crow Sect? Come with me, and I'll treat you to the best delicacies that this tiny city could never offer. A fairy like you deserves the best."
Feng Fan's expression, once content, immediately soured. 'Of course, a young master had to show up…' he thought, his mood plummeting.
Xue Qiang's face twisted briefly in disgust, but she didn't dignify the salivating man with a response.
Because she wasn't wearing her White Crow Sect robes, the man likely didn't realize she was also a disciple.
Turning to face the interruption, Feng Fan's initial irritation melted away as his eyes landed on the source of the voice. His crumbling smile reformed into a wide, almost predatory grin.
Beside him stood a man with long black hair, a sharp, angular face, and a posture that screamed arrogance—his chin tilted as if the heavens themselves owed him respect.
Most important, he was dressed in the distinct attire of the Blue Dragon Sect.
Behind the self-proclaimed young master stood three other disciples: two men and one woman. The woman clung to one of the men in an overly familiar way, her demeanor suggesting he was more than just a companion.
In the pocket dimension where Feng Fan had competed, the members of the Blue Dragon Sect were the wealthiest participants.
And for Feng Fan, the rich were always welcome! After all, his best friends were often the generous type.
If they wanted to gift him more cultivation resources, who was he to refuse such acts of kindness?
'Ah, how did they know I'd need extra cultivation resources soon? Truly, the Blue Dragon Sect is full of saints! I promise never to insult them again. Such wonderful samaritans!' he mused, a sly grin spreading across his face.
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To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Xue Qiang who responded.
It was Feng Fan.
As if he was addressing a long-time friend, Feng Fan stood up, casually draped an arm around the man's shoulder, and grinned.
"Brother, you're going about this all wrong! That's not how you win over a beautiful lady."
Everyone watching the scene was utterly stunned.
'This isn't how these kinds of confrontations usually play out, is it?' they wondered.
Xue Qiang shot Feng Fan a curious look, her expression silently asking, 'What are you up to now?'
The man standing beside Feng Fan, completely taken off guard, blurted out, "What am I doing wrong?"
Feng Fan's smile widened at the man's response. "You're making a rookie mistake, my friend. Promising her the best delicacies is just empty talk. Actions speak louder than words. You need to show her your wealth!"
The man's eyes lit up as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. Turning to Xue Qiang with newfound confidence, he said.
"My apologies, my lady. I've been rude. Perhaps you don't know, but I'm a disciple of the Blue Dragon Sect, the strongest immortal sect for thousands of kilometers!"
As he spoke, he reached into his spatial ring and retrieved a small, gleaming pill, encased in a delicately carved jade container.
"This," he announced proudly, "is a tier 2 beauty pill. It can preserve your beauty for the next thirty years, even if you're a mortal! It's highly coveted and worth two middle-grade Qi stones!"
Xue Qiang looked at the pill with clear disdain.
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator with Immortal talent and a Supreme cultivation technique, she had no need for such pills. With her rapid advancement, there was no reason for her to rely on it.
Before the man could notice her reaction, Feng Fan casually removed his arm from his shoulder and snatched the pill right out of his hand.
With a smile, he placed it into his space ring.
"Not bad," Feng Fan said, still smiling. "This is indeed a good gift. I'll take it on her behalf."
"You—" The man's eyes widened in shock and rage as he realized what had happened. "You lowly insect from the White Crow Sect dare to play with me? Do you know who I am?"
'I'm Wan Xiaojian, son of a Spirit Severing elder from the Blue Dragon Sect!' he thought, and his words echoed in Feng Fan's mind.
Feng Fan nearly rolled his eyes at the cliché villainous line. 'This guy really needs to be taught some manners before he gets himself killed by provoking the wrong person. Good thing I saw him first!'
With a casual glance, Feng Fan responded, "And do you know who I am?"
Wan Xiaojian's expression shifted to one of surprise. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm your hatter!"
'The best hat for a young master is a brick!' Feng Fan thought with a smirk.
Without hesitation, Feng Fan summoned his brick from his space ring and swung it mercilessly onto Wan Xiaojian's head.
Crack!
The brick cracked his skull slightly, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.
Xue Qiang watched the scene with a chuckle.
The other three members of the Blue Dragon Sect stood frozen, stunned by the sudden aggression. Recovering quickly, they drew their weapons from their space rings, glaring at Feng Fan with hostility.
"Are you crazy? We're going to kill you for this!" one of them threatened.
Feng Fan continued to smile at them, unfazed. The realms of the four cultivators, including the one unconscious on the ground, ranged from the 1st to the 3rd level of Foundation Establishment.
Even without Xue Qiang, he could easily handle them all.
The waiter nearby trembled, unable to do anything. He knew he couldn't allow a fight to break out inside, but as a mere mortal, how could he intervene in a conflict between cultivators?
He'd be signing his own death warrant.
Before the Blue Dragon Sect disciples could act on their threats, a heavy pressure descended upon them.
"If you wish to fight, do it outside. Disturb the guests, and I will punish all of you!" A voice boomed from the third floor.
The three Blue Dragon Sect disciples nearly collapsed under the weight of the pressure, but Feng Fan remained unaffected, continuing to smile as he calmly circulated his cultivation technique.
'Not even the heavens can suppress me, much less a human cultivator,' he thought with confidence.
The three cultivators from the Blue Dragon Sect quickly got back on their feet, and the same man from the Blue Dragon Sect spoke to Feng Fan again.
"Do you dare face us outside, or are you too much of a coward?"
Feng Fan looked at him with pity. 'Even his taunts are childish. I really need to teach these people a lesson!'
Without responding, Feng Fan crouched down, grabbed Wan Xiaojian's space ring, and tossed him toward Xue Qiang.
"This is a present for you, my lady."
Xue Qiang opened her palm to catch the ring and placed it on her ring finger, beside the other space ring her master had given her.
The finger she chose seemed to have some special meaning, but Feng Fan decided to let it go for now.
The three disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect watched in disbelief as Feng Fan robbed one of them right in front of their eyes.
They were about to explode with rage.
"You—"
Before the man could finish, Feng Fan interrupted him. "Hold on a second, will you?"
He turned to face the waiter, who was still trembling nearby.
"How much for the meal?" Feng Fan asked.
"H-Huh?" The waiter stammered, clearly taken by surprise.
"How much was the meal we just ordered?" Feng Fan asked again, more patiently this time.
"F-Fifty low-grade qi stones," the waiter replied.
Feng Fan nodded and tossed a sack containing a hundred qi stones in front of him.
"Keep the change."
'I'll take much more from them,' Feng Fan thought, eyeing the three fat lambs in front of him like prey.
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"Alright, we can go now. Since you want to give me some gifts, why would I refuse?" Feng Fan said.
He turned around before jumping out of the window beside the table where he and Xue Qiang had been eating.
Xue Qiang watched him jump and followed without hesitation. If there was going to be a fight, there was no reason for her to sit it out.
Feng Fan landed with a dull thud, the ground beneath him sinking slightly under the impact.
Xue Qiang, on the other hand, used her spiritual qi to slow her descent. She floated gently through the air before landing gracefully, her heels clicking softly against the ground, completely unscathed.
The Blue Dragon Sect disciples, still inside the restaurant, rushed to Wan Xiaojian, who lay unconscious on the floor. One of them quickly fed him a healing pill, the potent medicine working almost instantly.
Within seconds, the wound on his head was healed, and Wan Xiaojian groggily regained his senses. He glanced around, piecing together his surroundings, before the memory of Feng Fan's unexpected attack came flooding back.
His face twisted with rage.
"Where is that bastard? I'm going to eat him alive!" he roared.
The nearby guests looked at him strangely. 'How exactly are you planning on eating him?'
"He's downstairs. Let's go kill him," said the disciple who had given him the pill.
The four of them stormed down the stairs, their steps heavy with anger as they made their way toward Feng Fan and Xue Qiang.
Curious onlookers, intrigued by the commotion, followed them outside to witness the fight.
Those who didn't want to leave their meals settled for watching the spectacle through the restaurant windows, their eyes alight with anticipation.
—
On the third floor, the man who had intervened to stop the fight stood near a table where only one person was seated.
She had incredibly long, silky black hair that flowed down to her knees when she stood. Her beauty was mesmerizing, like a refreshing oasis in a barren desert. Her figure was flawless, with curves that her robes struggled to conceal.
The woman was gazing intently into a mirror she held in both hands. The reflection in the mirror showed Feng Fan, his image captured as though it were playing out just for her.
"Your Highness, may I ask why this fight has caught your interest?" the man inquired, his tone carefully measured and respectful.
The woman smiled softly. "I like his boldness. Now, I'm curious to see if he has the strength to match it."
She slowly licked her lips, then bit her lower lip gently.
The man quickly averted his gaze, his heart racing.
If he harbored even the slightest inappropriate thought toward the woman before him, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Death would likely be the kindest punishment he could hope for.
—
Feng Fan watched the quartet descend, his smile widening, particularly at Wan Xiaojian, who led the group.
"Young master, I've already accepted your generous gift. You can leave now and let me collect from your friends behind you," Feng Fan said with a humble smile.
Wan Xiaojian's face contorted with fury as his gaze locked onto his ring, now resting on Xue Qiang's finger.
"You thief! Give me back my ring!"
Feng Fan shook his head, feigning disappointment. "A gift can't be taken back, it would be an insult to your honor. Even if you don't care about your face, I do. After all, I can't associate with shameless people. I have standards, you know."
Wan Xiaojian didn't respond; he knew it was pointless to argue with him.
"Su Liqin, lend me a spare sword!" Wan Xiaojian demanded, extending his hand toward Su Liqin—the man who had been embracing the female disciple inside the restaurant.
Su Liqin complied without hesitation, summoning a sword from his space ring and handing it over to Wan Xiaojian.
"Killing Dragon Sword Formation!" Wan Xiaojian shouted to his companions.
They immediately understood the command and moved to surround Feng Fan and Xue Qiang.
With his spiritual qi vision activated, Feng Fan noticed the shift in the surrounding qi.
'This is very similar to an array. Interesting.'
He tightened his grip on the brick in his right hand, while Xue Qiang summoned her spear from her space ring, gripping it firmly with both hands.
"If you ruin this dress, I'll kill every one of you!" Xue Qiang snapped, clearly irritated at the thought of her clothes being damaged.
"Hmph. You should worry about what I'll do to you after I kill your boyfriend, bitch!" Wan Xiaojian sneered, already envisioning the depravity he would inflict on Xue Qiang.
Feng Fan's expression darkened, his voice cold and sharp. "It seems you don't value your family jewels anymore."
Wan Xiaojian didn't bother replying. Instead, he lunged forward, his sword aimed directly at Feng Fan. An illusory blue dragon appeared in front of him, roaring as if announcing his attack.
As Wan Xiaojian closed the distance, Feng Fan infused spiritual qi into the Heaven Suppression Relic and, to everyone's surprise, turned around and hurled it at the female disciple standing behind him with all his might.
The woman hadn't anticipated that Feng Fan would ignore the charging Wan Xiaojian and attack her instead. Feng Fan's brick moved too quickly, catching her off guard and leaving her no time to react.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as the brick collided with her face. The impact was brutal, sending blood and brain matter splattering onto the ground.
She died a painless death, unworthy of a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.
"Guo Chen!" her lover, Su Liqin, screamed in anguish.
The moment the woman fell, Wan Xiaojian's attack lost much of its momentum, his power diminishing by at least half. Still, he didn't stop, aiming for Feng Fan's back.
But before his strike could land, a spear of flames intercepted him.
"Phoenix Descent!"
Behind Xue Qiang, an illusory phoenix spread its wings majestically as her fiery spear clashed against Wan Xiaojian's blade.
The impact forced Wan Xiaojian to stumble back three steps, his grip on his sword faltering as the searing heat from Xue Qiang's weapon radiated through the metal, nearly burning his hands.
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As Xue Qiang intercepted Wan Xiaojian's attack, stopping it from hitting Feng Fan's exposed back, Su Liqin and the remaining Blue Dragon Sect disciple lunged forward with their swords, both aiming for Feng Fan's chest.
"Killing Dragon Dive!" they shouted in unison.
An illusory dragon spread its wings behind them as they charged together, their swords gleaming with spiritual energy as they aimed at Feng Fan's chest.
At the same time, Feng Fan's brick had already flown back to him. He gripped it with his right hand.
Without missing a beat, he calmly circulated his cultivation technique and flexed his muscles to brace for the incoming attack.
Their swords pierced his skin slightly but stopped short of penetrating further, blocked by the formidable strength of his reinforced muscles.
"Impossible!" Su Liqin exclaimed, his voice trembling. "How can your body be this strong? These swords are top-tier Common artifacts!"
Feng Fan smirked, letting the spiritual energy from their attacks seep into his body as he circulated his technique to absorb it. His gaze shifted to Su Liqin, predatory and unforgiving.
"It's Payback Time," he said coldly.
The spiritual qi from their attacks, together with his own, fussed together and empowered the Suppression Relic and created a devastating force.
The Suppression Relic in his hand shot forward like a blur, aimed directly at Su Liqin's head. Su Liqin raised his sword in desperation to block the attack, but it wasn't enough.
When the weapons clashed, Su Liqin's sword shattered like glass, the fragments scattering to the ground.
Su Liqin's eyes widened in sheer terror as the brick continued its trajectory.
Smash!
The blow landed, and Su Liqin's head exploded into a grisly mess. His headless body collapsed to the ground, lifeless and drenched in blood.
Feng Fan turned his blood-splattered face toward Su Liqin's remaining companion, a wicked grin curling on his lips.
"Your turn, my friend," he said, his tone mocking and menacing.
The last Blue Dragon Sect disciple froze in terror, his face pale as a sheet. Dropping his sword, he turned and ran, his legs moving as fast as they could carry him, desperate to escape the same fate as his comrades.
Feng Fan didn't let the man escape. Channeling his spiritual qi, he infused it into the brick before hurling it toward the fleeing disciple.
The brick struck the back of the man's exposed head with brutal precision, the impact sending him crashing to the ground. His lifeless body lay still, the escape attempt ending in his death.
The crowd watched in awe. A cultivator at the 1st level of Foundation Establishment had just killed two peers and a cultivator at the 2nd level with alarming ease.
"I've never heard of him before. How could someone this powerful be unknown?"
Feng Fan ignored the murmurs and turned his attention to Xue Qiang. Her spear was still embedded in Wan Xiaojian's head, the flames from her technique slowly consuming his face.
She glanced back at Feng Fan, her expression slightly irritated.
"He ruined my dress with his blood," she said, her tone cold yet laced with annoyance. "I think it's going to leave a stain."
Feng Fan gave her a wry smile. "Don't worry. An immortal sect must have ways to deal with a simple stain. And if they don't, I'll buy you a new dress. How does that sound?"
Xue Qiang's expression brightened, and she nodded cheerfully. "Alright."
"Good. Let's get out of here. I think we've attracted enough attention for one day."
Feng Fan moved swiftly to his defeated opponents, removing their space rings from their dead bodies. With a flick of his wrist, he enlarged the brick in front of him.
He extended his hand to Xue Qiang, who accepted it with a warm smile before stepping onto the brick to stand beside him.
Together, they ascended into the air, leaving the curious crowd behind as they flew toward a dense forest surrounding the city.
—
On the third floor of the Crimson Moon Banquet Hall, the woman smiled faintly as she watched Feng Fan and Xue Qiang leave.
She carefully placed her mirror artifact back into her space ring before standing up and heading toward the stairs.
The man who had been standing silently by her side spoke cautiously. "Your Highness, are you leaving already?"
Without bothering to turn around, she responded softly. "The show is over. I'll make sure to remember his name, Feng Fan of the White Crow Sect."
As she descended the stairs, a faint smile graced her lips. 'This young generation competition just got a lot more interesting.'
—
Feng Fan and Xue Qiang, standing atop the Suppression Relic, slowly descended from the skies toward a small waterfall.
They landed on the riverbank, where the cascading water met the stream below. Sitting on the edge, their legs dangled above the flowing river as they took in the serene beauty of nature.
"Fanfan," Xue Qiang said softly. "Sometimes I miss home, but I'm truly happy we came here. Being here gives me the chance to be with you… forever."
As she spoke, she gently hugged his left arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
Feng Fan smiled, a warm sense of happiness spreading through him from the tender moment they shared.
"Yeah," he replied.
He placed his left hand lightly on her thigh, and with his free hand, he softly caressed her head, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, sealing the romantic atmosphere between them.
"Will you be with me forever?" she asked, lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes.
Feng Fan nodded with a gentle smile. "Yes, I promise to be with you forever, Qinqing."
They closed their eyes, their faces drawing closer as they prepared to share a tender kiss. But just before their lips could meet, a sudden wave of danger swept over Feng Fan.
His eyes snapped open instinctively as he activated his cultivation technique, his spiritual qi surging.
Through his spiritual qi vision, he saw an unusual mass of energy surrounding them.
'An array!' he thought, his expression hardening as the romantic moment turned into a tense one.
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Before the array could fully form, Feng Fan grabbed Xue Qiang with both arms and hurled her beyond the array's boundary.
"Qinqin, return to the White Crow Sect and call an elder!" he shouted as her body flew through the air.
At first, Xue Qiang couldn't make sense of the situation. One moment, they were on the verge of sharing a tender kiss; the next, she was being thrown far away.
But when she saw the barrier form dozens of meters around Feng Fan, shrouding him in a heavy mist, the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
'Someone is attacking us!'
Without hesitation, she summoned her spear from her space ring and attacked the barrier.
"Hellfire Thrust!" she yelled as a dense, fiery aura manifested behind her, resembling an illusionary mass of fire.
Her spear struck the barrier repeatedly, each thrust unleashing the burning power of her spiritual qi. Yet, the barrier remained unscathed, as though her attacks were mere raindrops falling against solid stone.
Despair crept into her heart. 'I can't help him,' she thought, her grip on the spear trembling.
Recalling Feng Fan's command, she clenched her teeth, enlarged her spear, and mounted it. Without looking back, she soared into the sky, her heart racing as she flew toward the White Crow Sect.
'Fanfan, hold on! I'll bring help. Don't you dare die!'
Though the fog appeared thick and impenetrable from the outside, inside the barrier, the air was clear.
Feng Fan stood face-to-face with the man responsible for trapping him, someone he knew all too well.
The man smirked, his voice laced with mockery. "Oh, aren't you the noble one? Throwing yourself into danger to save your little girlfriend. Not that it matters, you're the one I've been after all along."
Feng Fan's brow furrowed in confusion as he took a closer look. "Gong Long?" he asked, disbelief evident in his tone.
The man looked like Gong Long, but something was terribly off. His usual bright blue eyes had turned into pools of pitch-black, radiating an ominous aura.
Gong Long, or rather, the entity controlling him, grinned. "Did you already forget me? How rude. I'm hurt."
'You fucking brat tricked me and stole my ring!' Thought the Heavenly Demon Monarch.
Feng Fan's heart sank as he heard his thoughts.
"Damnit… it's you, old man!"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch, now using Gong Long's body as a vessel, let out a dark chuckle. His rage simmered beneath the surface, barely contained.
"You know how much trouble it took for me to find you? I'll make sure to enjoy torturing your soul," the Heavenly Demon Monarch sneered.
Feng Fan glared at him. "Don't you already have a pretty boy body for your... fetishes? Go away, old pervert."
The Heavenly Demon Monarch's expression darkened in fury. "We'll see how long you can joke, brat."
With a flick of his fingers, four chains materialized from the edge of the barrier, quickly darting toward Feng Fan in an attempt to restrain him.
While Feng Fan had been talking, he'd also been analyzing the array around him. Unfortunately, it was too complex. Although he could see the movement of the spiritual qi, the array was far beyond his ability to decipher.
His face hardened in frustration. 'If only I had more time…'
He struggled to escape, but the chains quickly wrapped around his arms and legs, pulling him a few centimeters off the ground, holding him fast.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch smiled as he slowly approached Feng Fan.
"Ah, such a precious body. With this, not only will I kill those who trapped me, but this time, I'll rule the immortal world! Blergh!"
Feng Fan spat at the Heavenly Demon Monarch just as he opened his mouth to speak
"Damn it, you insolent brat!"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch extended his hand toward Feng Fan's head, gripping it tightly. He then forced his soul into Feng Fan's body.
"Argh!" The moment the foreign soul invaded his sea of consciousness, Feng Fan felt excruciating pain tear through his head.
Soon, Gong Long's body collapsed, and Feng Fan's eyes involuntarily shut.
Inside Feng Fan's sea of consciousness, two souls faced each other. One was Feng Fan's own soul, and the other was a massive grey mist with a demonic face.
Feng Fan smiled. "Heh, you're exactly where I wanted you to be!"
Still in control of his body, Feng Fan circulated his cultivation technique and directed it into his sea of consciousness to suppress the Heavenly Demon Monarch.
But the Heavenly Demon Monarch only sneered. "Boy, I was striking fear into the Immortal World long before your ancestors were even born. Do you really think your tricks can work on me?"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch moved away from the suppressing qi trying to encircle him and instead engulfed Feng Fan's soulbody.
Feng Fan's spiritual qi lost its target, and he could no longer direct it toward his opponent.
"Urgh!"
Despair washed over Feng Fan. This was the first time his suppression technique had failed him. "H-How?" he asked, struggling as his eyes began to close under the Heavenly Demon Monarch's influence.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch laughed loudly. "If you knew the true power of your technique, I would never be able to take control of your body. Unfortunately for you, you're still too green. Now, go to sleep—forever."
Against his will, Feng Fan's soulbody eyes closed, and his struggles ceased.
"Finally, this body is mine!"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch shackled Feng Fan's soul and dissolved himself into the depths of his sea of consciousness.
In the outside world, Feng Fan's eyes snapped open, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"With the Heavens Suppression Body, I, the Heavenly Demon Monarch, will rule this universe!"
But unbeknownst to him, Feng Fan had left a small trace of spiritual qi in his left hand, still under his control.
With his last remaining strength, he willed the Suppression Relic to emerge from his space ring and quickly grasped it in his hand!
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Before his body was fully taken over by the Heavenly Demon Monarch, Feng Fan had left a small trace of spiritual qi attached to his consciousness, hidden in his left hand as a precaution.
He wasn't sure if it would work, but if the Suppression Relic could absorb any kind of energy, then the soul, being a form of energy, should be no exception. As long as the Heavenly Demon Monarch's soul remained within his body, it could be absorbed!
Using the last remnants of his consciousness, Feng Fan willed the Suppression Relic to absorb the foreign soul invading his body.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch, who had been basking in his victory just moments ago, suddenly felt an overwhelming force pulling at his soul.
He immediately recognized the source.
"N-No! Impossible! How do you have it? How can you have it?! This artifact should be in the Immortal World!"
Despair flooded his mind as he realized he had no chance of escaping, but he still fought with every ounce of strength he had left.
"I can't accept this! I can't accept this!"
In a few seconds, the Suppression Relic fully absorbed the Heavenly Demon Monarch's soul, causing the chains and the array that had trapped Feng Fan to vanish.
"That was close!" Feng Fan said, regaining control of his body.
Feng Fan looked at the Suppression Relic with a warm smile. "You're the best partner anyone could ask for, little brick!"
With that, he focused his consciousness and entered the Suppression Relic. Inside, he immediately spotted the Heavenly Demon Monarch's soul writhing and struggling against its confinement.
The moment the soul noticed him, its fury erupted.
"Brat! I swear I'll kill you! Do you hear me? I'll kill you!"
Feng Fan smirked, unfazed by the threat. "My friend, you seem to be forgetting who's holding the reins here."
"AAARGH!" The Heavenly Demon Monarch's voice echoed with rage and frustration as a tearing pain spread through his soul.
Feng Fan willed the Suppression Relic to exert its pressure. A surge of force attacked the trapped soul, causing it to tremble violently.
"Stop! Please, stop!" the Monarch cried out, his defiance crumbling under the unforgivable assault.
Feng Fan ceased the attack, his expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon Monarch was consumed by shame. To be forced to beg for mercy, by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, was a humiliation unlike any he had ever endured.
"W-What do you want?" the Heavenly Demon Monarch asked, his voice trembling.
Feng Fan smirked. "What could you possibly offer me? I already took your space ring, and honestly, you're dirt poor!"
The Monarch's face twisted in anger, but he bit back his fury. Losing control now would do him no good.
"My lord, those items in the space ring are supreme techniques! Any one of them could fetch countless treasures in the Immortal World. You can't be serious!"
"Sure, they're useful," Feng Fan replied casually, "but I can't sell them here, and I still need resources for my cultivation. Got any of those?"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch hesitated, then forced a conciliatory tone. "If you release me, I can gather all the resources you need for your cultivation."
'The moment I'm free, I'll kill you, you insufferable brat,' he thought venomously.
Feng Fan's grin widened as he picked up on the Monarch's thoughts. Without a word, he willed the Suppression Relic to apply pressure once more.
"ARGH! Stop! Stop!" the Monarch screamed, writhing in pain.
Feng Fan's tone turned mockingly sweet. "Oh, my friend, you must think I'm an idiot. Do you really believe I'd fall for such an obvious lie? You can't offer me anything useful right now, so why don't you sit tight and rot here for a while? We'll chat again later. Bye-bye!"
"Wait! No, don't leave!" the Monarch shouted desperately, but Feng Fan ignored him.
Feng Fan withdrew his consciousness from the Suppression Relic, leaving the furious and helpless soul behind.
Feng Fan glanced at the ground before him, where Gong Long lay, slowly regaining consciousness.
"Ugh, I… I…" Gong Long mumbled, his voice shaky as his eyes fluttered open.
When he looked up and saw Feng Fan standing before him, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Without warning, Gong Long sprang to his feet and threw himself at Feng Fan's legs, clutching them tightly. Tears and mucus streamed down his face, staining Feng Fan's robes.
"Feng Fan! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Gong Long cried, his voice trembling with emotion.
Having been trapped within his own body, powerless to control it or even see what was happening outside, Gong Long had never felt so helpless in his entire life. But the moment he regained control and saw Feng Fan, he instantly understood who had saved him.
Feng Fan looked down at Gong Long, who was sobbing uncontrollably and smearing tears and mucus all over his robes. His expression twisted with mild disgust.
"Seriously, bro? If you want to thank me, at least stop using me as your tissue!" he said, taking a step back.
Realizing his behavior, Gong Long quickly released Feng Fan and wiped his face with his sleeve, stepping back to compose himself.
He straightened his posture, looked Feng Fan directly in the eyes, and spoke with conviction.
"Thank you, Feng Fan. Despite how I treated you before… you still saved me when I needed it the most. I swear, from this day forward, I'll treat you as my best friend!"
Feng Fan, quietly listening to Gong Long's thoughts, could sense his sincerity. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Gong Long's so-called animosity had never bothered him. Their petty disputes had always felt like nothing more than childish bickering to Feng Fan—hardly worth taking seriously.
"Alright, alright. No need to take it too seriously. Xue Qiang should have called an elder by now. Let's wait for her to return. If we're not here when they arrive, she's probably going to worry herself sick."
Gong Long nodded, but when he heard Xue Qiang's name, a wave of shame washed over him.
He had pursued her for so long, even though she had repeatedly rejected him. Worse yet, he had antagonized someone who had generously saved him, all because of jealousy.
Gong Long felt incredibly petty.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC91 Fourth Wheel
Gong Long and Feng Fan waited in silence for Xue Qiang's return. Instead of chatting, they chose to cultivate.
Feng Fan didn't pay much attention to Gong Long, while Gong Long focused entirely on strengthening himself, vowing never to feel as helpless as he had when the Heavenly Demon Monarch took control of his body.
About fifteen minutes later, Xue Qiang arrived with Elder Jiang leading the way.
Elder Jiang surveyed the scene, spotting Gong Long and Feng Fan seated cross-legged by the riverbank. Using his spiritual sense, he scanned the surroundings but found nothing unusual.
As soon as Xue Qiang saw Feng Fan, she ran toward him and dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
"Fanfan, are you alright? I was so worried…" she said, her voice trembling with relief.
Feng Fan opened his eyes and gently returned her embrace. "Hey, it's okay. I'm tougher than I look. Hard to kill, remember?"
Still holding Xue Qiang, he stood and turned his attention to Elder Jiang, whose expression was frozen with awkwardness.
'Am I... a third wheel here?' Elder Jiang thought.
Elder Jiang's gaze shifted to Gong Long, who stood off to the side, his face flushing with embarrassment.
'Or should I say... a fourth wheel?' Elder Jiang mused.
"Elder Jiang, I'm sorry for taking up your time. Everything is resolved now," Feng Fan said with a polite nod.
Elder Jiang raised a skeptical eyebrow. "What exactly happened here?"
Feng Fan recounted the events, carefully omitting details about his cultivation technique and the use of the Suppression Relic to trap the Heavenly Demon Monarch. Instead, he vaguely explained that he had somehow managed to resist the soul invasion, claiming the demon had ultimately fled.
When Feng Fan revealed that the demon was still alive, Gong Long's fists tightened. 'One day, I'll kill that bastard,' he promised silently, rage burning in his eyes.
Elder Jiang listened, his expression filled with doubts.
"It's good that you're unharmed," he said finally. "But listen closely—go back to the sect, cultivate quietly for the next few months, and for heaven's sake, stop causing trouble for me!"
Feng Fan chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Understood, Elder."
Elder Jiang enveloped the group in his spiritual qi, and in less than a minute, they were back at the White Crow Sect. Before departing, he fixed Feng Fan with a stern gaze.
"For the next eight months, until the young generation competition is over, don't you dare leave the sect," he commanded.
Feng Fan smiled wryly, thinking, 'Elder Jiang, I don't want to cause trouble… Trouble just loves finding me!'
After bidding farewell, Gong Long headed off to his own abode, leaving Xue Qiang and Feng Fan standing in silence on the main peak. The quiet stretched until Feng Fan finally broke it.
"Qinqin, I'm sorry about today. I promise I'll make it up to you next time. Unfortunately, it seems our next date will have to wait a while."
Xue Qiang smiled softly. "It's fine. Just don't disappear into your quarters and cultivate all day. Come see me once in a while, okay?"
Feng Fan nodded, a faint warmth filling his chest. After everything that had happened, he felt closer to Xue Qiang than ever. He even decided to overlook the fact that she was a little... unconventional.
'A normal guy like me should go for a crazy girl, of course!' he thought with a grin.
As Feng Fan prepared to say goodbye, Xue Qiang suddenly closed the distance between them. Standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Good night," she said with a smile before turning and walking toward her quarters.
Feng Fan stood there for a moment, stunned by the sudden kiss. He touched his lips, still feeling the lingering warmth of hers.
'That felt... nice,' he thought, a small smile tugging at his lips.
His expression soon turned serious. "I need to get stronger," he muttered to himself. "I can't let a situation like today happen again. Gambling with my life isn't an option."
Determined, Feng Fan summoned his trusty brick and flew back to his quarters, his resolve to cultivate and grow stronger burning brighter than ever.
After returning to his quarters, Feng Fan began organizing everything he had acquired during his journey. While it wasn't much compared to what he truly needed, even a small gain was better than nothing.
He carefully sorted through the hundreds of low-grade qi stones he had collected, placing them neatly inside his spatial ring for future use.
Next, he tossed everything else he didn't need into a corner of his spatial ring, planning to exchange it for qi stones when he found the time.
For the next four months, Feng Fan cultivated crazily within the qi-gathering array in his quarters.
Occasionally, he took short breaks to speak with his friends, like Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, Bai Tao, or Tan Wei. Huang Xue and Xue Qiang even complained about how little they saw him, but he reassured them it was necessary.
"Which cultivator hasn't spent countless years in secluded cultivation? A few months is nothing," he explained.
After four months of intense effort, Feng Fan took a moment to assess his progress.
His power had grown significantly. Four luminous pillars now stood firmly within his dantian, and his bones radiated an intense glow inside him.
"Fourth Foundation Establishment Realm," he muttered with a satisfied nod. "Not bad… but my cultivation speed is clearly slowing down. It seems that even with enough resources, progress isn't limitless."
Progressing in the Foundation Establishment Realm was straightforward in concept. The goal was to form nine qi pillars, each connecting the cultivator's dantian to the spiritual qi in the environment.
Once the nine pillars were complete, the next step was to fuse them into a golden core. The stronger and more stable the pillars, the more powerful the resulting core would be.
As for the Bone Forging Realm, the focus was on strengthening the bones to their utmost limit. Only a robust skeletal structure could support the physical demands of a powerful body.
By the end of the Bone Forging Realm, the cultivator's bones should be so durable and refined that even thousands of years after death, they would remain intact and as flawless as polished jade!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC92 No Chance to Invade Noble Houses
'Alright, back to cultivation. In about four more months, the young generation competition should start. Elder Jiang mentioned that even a Golden Core Formation cultivator will participate. Even if I can't reach that realm in time, I should advance as much as possible,' Feng Fan thought as he prepared to dive back into his training.
Just as he settled into his meditation posture, a knock echoed at his door.
"Feng Fan, since you've stopped cultivating, come out. I have something that might interest you."
The voice was unmistakable—it was Elder Duan, his master.
Feng Fan stood up and walked to the door, opening it to find Elder Duan smiling at him.
"Master, don't you think it's shameless to peek into your disciple's quarters like that?" Feng Fan asked, raising an eyebrow.
Elder Duan brushed off the comment without a hint of guilt, continuing as though nothing had happened. "I have some important matters to attend to in the capital, and I thought you might want to tag along and see the outside world. Interested?"
At the mention of the capital, Feng Fan's eyes lit up with excitement. 'The capital should have plenty of rich friends for me to befriend, right?'
But his excitement was short-lived. Remembering Elder Jiang's strict orders, he gave a wry smile.
"Master, I'd love to go, but Elder Jiang specifically told me not to leave the sect or cause any trouble. That's why I've been quietly cultivating here for the past four months…"
Elder Duan laughed heartily. "Boy, what did you do to make even the usually good-tempered Elder Jiang ground you?"
Feng Fan gave a wry smile. "Nothing! Elder Jiang is bullying me because he thinks I'm too handsome!"
Elder Duan paused, studying Feng Fan's face seriously. 'Is this considered handsome?'
Feng Fan caught the thought and rolled his eyes. 'Elder Duan clearly doesn't have good taste.'
"Alright, whatever. I'm taking you with me. What kind of trouble could you possibly cause by my side?" Elder Duan said, not realizing how soon he'd regret those words.
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"Alright, Master, I'm ready to set off," said Feng Fan.
Elder Duan nodded and enveloped both of them in his spiritual qi, quickly departing from the White Crow Sect.
In about half an hour, they arrived at a grand city.
Feng Fan was utterly mesmerized by the city's size.
'Oh my god. This city must span hundreds of kilometers, right?' He thought, trying to see the city's edge, but it was impossible!
Compared to cities like Cloudveil or Blueriver, which had a more traditional Chinese style, the capital had a distinctly modern, Earth-like feel.
Many tall buildings were visible. Feng Fan wasn't sure what they were made of, but it certainly wasn't wood or cement.
Elder Duan continued flying over the city until they reached a massive castle at the center of the capital. It was the emperor's castle.
Surrounding the emperor's castle were several noble manors, stretching over dozens of kilometers.
These manors felt like a world apart from the rest of the city. Their architecture was distinct, embracing tradition, yet unlike anything else around.
The mansions were made of wood, though not the kind found in most places. Feng Fan could sense a powerful spiritual qi radiating from them.
Elder Duan stopped in front of one of them, then looked at the guards stationed at the main gate and said, "Tell your master Duan Ping from the White Crow Sect has arrived."
One of the guards nodded and quickly went inside a guardhouse.
'It seems he's activating a communication array. Interesting, it's my first time seeing one,' thought Feng Fan, observing the distinctive spiritual qi movement inside the guardhouse.
Feng Fan turned to Elder Duan and asked, "Master, who are we visiting? It looks like a noble house."
Elder Duan nodded without turning his head. "One of the emperor's wives lives here. She was married to him in an arranged marriage many years ago, and she happens to be a close friend of mine."
"If she's his wife, shouldn't she be living with him? Even if it was an arranged marriage, the emperor must have many wives. He can't be so heartless as to treat one of them badly, right?"
Elder Duan gave him a stern look. "Brat, be careful with what you say in the capital, and don't ask more than you should."
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. 'Whatever.'
The guard soon returned and addressed Elder Duan. "Mr. Duan, the lady is expecting you. You may enter."
Elder Duan enveloped Feng Fan with his spiritual qi, and they quickly arrived at the manor's door, which was located two kilometers beyond the main gate.
By the door, a young woman dressed in a maid's uniform waited with a polite smile.
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"Mr. Duan, the lady is expecting you in her room. Let me guide you there," she said.
Elder Duan nodded, and they followed the maid through the mansion's corridors.
Feng Fan looked around with interest and analyzed the place.
'There are so many arrays spread across this manor. If I tried the same thing I did in Cloudveil City, it would be like signing my death sentence!' Feng Fan thought as he continued walking.
Not only would he be unable to break through so many protective arrays quickly enough, but there were also Spirit Severing realm cultivators inside the mansion, who could easily locate him with their spiritual sense through the fog.
'It seems invading a noble house is off-limits. Too bad!' Feng Fan thought with a grin.
Elder Duan, noticing Feng Fan grinning for no apparent reason, furrowed his brows. 'What is this brat thinking?'
The maid stopped in front of a door and gave a slight bow to Elder Duan.
"The lady is inside. You may enter."
Elder Duan pushed the door open and entered, with Feng Fan following closely behind.
Inside, two beautiful young women were seated across from each other, playing chess.
If this were Earth, Feng Fan would assume they were sisters with only a small age gap. However, he knew that at least one of them was an old hag, likely a few hundred years old!
Feng Fan didn't recognize either of the two women, but one of them recognized him.
She was the lady who had sat on the third floor of the Crimson Moon Banquet Hall, watching the fight between Feng Fan and the Blue Dragon Sect disciples.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC93 Qian Xiaoli
The woman saw Feng Fan and was momentarily taken aback. She hadn't expected to see him here, but her expression remained unreadable.
Feng Fan, too, was briefly surprised. Her beauty rivaled that of Xue Qiang and Huang Xue!
'This must be one of the top three beauties I've seen in my life, he thought,' his face betraying no emotion.
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Elder Duan began the conversation with a warm smile. "Qian Xiaoli, it's been a long time. Just like your mother, you grow more beautiful with each passing year."
Qian Xiaoli returned his smile. "Thank you, Uncle Duan. And who might the young man behind you be? Is he your son?"
At her words, Elder Duan let out an awkward cough.
Qian Xiaoli's mother, who had just been playing chess with her, chuckled softly.
"No, he's my disciple, Feng Fan" Elder Duan clarified. "I'm teaching him the Array Dao. In fact, I'd even go as far as to say there's no one better than him at the Array Dao in the entire Qian Empire!"
At Elder Duan's words, Qian Xiaoli furrowed her brows in mild surprise. She knew him well and was aware he wasn't one to exaggerate.
She had already observed a glimpse of Feng Fan's personality in Blueriver City but hadn't expected him to be a genius in the Array Dao.
"If that's true, I'm really looking forward to seeing his performance at the young generation competition," she remarked with genuine curiosity.
"Su Liqiu, is your daughter also participating?" Elder Duan asked, shifting his attention to the other woman—Qian Xiaoli's mother and the Qian Emperor's wife.
Su Liqiu nodded gracefully. "Yes, the emperor has requested her presence."
"Hmph. That sorry excuse for a father," Elder Duan said, his tone sharp. "I thought he didn't care about you or his daughter. Who would've thought he'd still have the nerve to ask for your help?"
Feng Fan, standing silently to the side, was taken aback. 'Didn't he just warn me to watch what I say in the capital?' he thought.
Su Liqiu responded with a wry smile. "The emperor has his difficulties. He isn't as bad as you think, Brother Duan."
Elder Duan gave her a stern look, but it soon softened into one of pity. He could tell she didn't even believe her own words.
"Let's not dwell on this," he said, changing the subject. "I came to help with that matter. When are the others expected to arrive?"
"They should be here within a few hours at most. Would you like to play chess with me while we wait, for old times' sake, Brother Duan?" Su Liqiu asked, a faint smile gracing her lips.
Elder Duan nodded, his mood lightening. "Alright, but don't expect me to take it easy on you."
"Since you're going to play, I'll take this chance to explore the capital. See you later!" Feng Fan said, already turning to leave through the door they had entered.
Before he could take a step, Elder Duan extended his spiritual qi, halting Feng Fan in place. "Hold it right there. I'm not letting you wander off alone to stir up trouble."
Feng Fan turned to him with an exaggerated expression of innocence. "What do you suggest, then?"
Before Elder Duan could reply, Qian Xiaoli interjected with a smile. "How about I accompany him? I'm sure I can keep him out of trouble."
Elder Duan gave Qian Xiaoli a questioning look. He knew her well enough to know she wasn't the type to willingly interact with strangers.
His gaze shifted to Feng Fan, recalling how Huang Xue and Xue Qiang, two peerless talents, seemed captivated by his disciple.
'Is he really that good-looking?' Elder Duan wondered to himself, a hint of doubt in his mind.
"Alright," he finally said. "I'll leave him in your hands, Qian Xiaoli. Just make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."
Qian Xiaoli nodded and slowly rose from her seat before walking toward Feng Fan.
"Shall we go?" Qian Xiaoli asked with a calm smile.
Feng Fan felt the restriction on his body lift and began walking behind her.
'Great, now I have a babysitter. She'll only affect the speed at which I draw my sword.' He thought, rolling his eyes.
"Sure, let's go," he replied flatly.
As they exited the room, Qian Xiaoli suddenly made a turn, heading away from the main exit. Feng Fan raised an eyebrow and asked,
"Where are we going?"
"To my room. I need to change clothes, of course," she said casually.
Feng Fan glanced at her outfit—a pristine white robe adorned with elegant black patterns—and frowned slightly. He couldn't understand why she'd need to change. "What's wrong with what you're wearing now? It looks fine to me."
Qian Xiaoli chuckled softly, keeping her pace steady. "These are the clothes I wear to sleep."
Feng Fan raised an eyebrow but quickly shrugged. "Alright, I'll wait here," he said, stopping near the door to her room.
She turned to him with a teasing smile. "What's the matter? Are you afraid of stepping into a woman's room?"
'This Feng Fan seems delicious to play with,' she thought.
Feng Fan froze for a moment, caught off guard by her words—and her thoughts, which he could hear loud and clear.
His eyes narrowed as he processed her intent. 'What is this girl up to?'
"Hmph. Move aside, then," he replied, brushing past her and stepping into the room without hesitation.
Qian Xiaoli followed him inside, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and gently closed the door behind them.
Feng Fan glanced around the room, mildly surprised. He had anticipated something luxurious, maybe adorned with feminine touches, but what he saw was starkly minimalistic.
'No windows, just a bed, a couch, a small closet, and a bathroom. That's it?' he thought, his eyebrows raising slightly.
Qian Xiaoli caught his expression and smirked. "Surprised? Or were you expecting something... more girly?"
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