MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC108 This is a Misunderstanding!
"Miss Qian, whatever you're planning to do, I think we should discuss this more thoroughly. This is hardly proper behavior for a lady!" Feng Fan protested as Qian Xiaoli firmly dragged him along by the hand.
He tried again, his voice tinged with desperation. "How about I repay you those middle-grade qi stones with interest? We can do, uh, 2% a year! How does that sound?"
Qian Xiaoli didn't slow her pace. She glanced back at him with a playful smile that sent chills down his spine. "Do you think I'm short on money? Stop whining. You can't escape today."
Feng Fan quickly realized she was dragging him toward her room, and his mind spiraled into panic. 'Is she planning to molest me in her own room? Is this girl not afraid of what people will say?'
Before he could think of a way to escape, they reached her room. Qian Xiaoli opened the door with confident ease and ushered him inside.
Once inside, she closed the door behind them with a soft click. Releasing Feng Fan's hand, she walked toward the wall next to her closet, leaving him standing beside the door.
Feng Fan watched, confused, as she pressed an inconspicuous spot on the wall near the closet. 'What is she up to now?' he wondered.
The moment Qian Xiaoli pressed the hidden button, the wall began to shift. Slowly, it faded away, revealing a secret passage with a staircase leading downward.
Feng Fan's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight. He activated his spiritual qi vision and quickly noticed the faint glow of an activated array.
"Let's go. Follow me," Qian Xiaoli said, stepping into the tunnel and starting her descent without offering any further explanation.
With no other option, Feng Fan reluctantly followed her into the tunnel, descending the smooth stone stairs behind Qian Xiaoli.
At the bottom of the staircase, Qian Xiaoli stood waiting in front of a wooden red door. As Feng Fan reached the last step, she turned to him with a smile and slowly pushed the door open.
The sight of her calm smile paired with the ominous red door sent a wave of unease through Feng Fan. He couldn't help but gulp nervously, his throat dry despite his attempts to stay composed.
Inside the room, Feng Fan's worst fears materialized. 'Did I just walk into the wrong movie?!' he thought in disbelief.
The room was decorated in a mix of black and red, with a variety of equipment that seemed plucked straight from the imagination of someone with eccentric, and highly questionable, tastes.
The setup was unsettlingly reminiscent of a certain infamous room belonging to a guy with a fondness for grey ties.
Feng Fan's jaw dropped as he slowly observed inside the room. Turning his head stiffly toward Qian Xiaoli, he found her grinning with a mischievous, almost gleeful expression.
"How the hell did you even set this up without anyone noticing?!" he blurted, utterly flabbergasted.
Qian Xiaoli shrugged, her smile widening. "I just ordered the construction of the room. As for the... items, I acquired them discreetly from the black market and brought them here myself."
Feng Fan stared at her, his brain struggling to process her matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay, stop overthinking. Let's go inside," Qian Xiaoli said with a grin, grabbing Feng Fan's hand and pulling him forward. "And don't resist."
Before Feng Fan could protest, Qian Xiaoli dragged him to a black X-shaped panel adorned with red handcuffs.
With ease, she secured his hands first, then moved to his feet, locking them in place and lifting them just enough off the ground to rob him of any leverage.
"Miss Qian, please! This is completely inappropriate behavior!" he shouted, his voice ringing with desperation.
Unfazed, Qian Xiaoli walked over to a nearby table, her fingers delicately selecting a small whip.
"Yell all you want," she said with a smirk. "This room is soundproof. You should feel honored—you're the very first person I'm using this room with."
As she turned back toward him, her eyes gleamed with excitement, and for a moment, it looked like she might start drooling. Feng Fan's face drained of color.
She stepped in front of him, her fingers lightly tracing the whip as she infused it with spiritual qi. In that instant, Feng Fan's eyes widened in shock.
This wasn't just any whip—it was a low Profound grade artifact!
'What the hell?! Why is she using an artifact just to whip someone?!' Feng Fan's thoughts screamed as his mind struggled to comprehend the absurdity.
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Noticing his incredulous expression, Qian Xiaoli chuckled and tilted her head slightly. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I saw you fighting earlier; I know your body is strong enough to withstand a proper beating. Ordinary tools wouldn't do the job."
Her nonchalant explanation only added to Feng Fan's growing despair. 'I'm doomed.'
She swung the whip infused with spiritual qi, and a sharp whoosh cut through the air like a blade.
It struck Feng Fan's chest mercilessly, shredding his clothes and leaving a shallow cut that drew a small trickle of blood.
The moment the whip hit, Feng Fan instinctively activated his cultivation technique. A familiar, soothing energy surged through his chest, instantly healing the wound and, to his horror, filling him with an almost euphoric sensation.
"Ah!" The unexpected pleasure caught him off guard, and a small, involuntary moan escaped his lips.
Qian Xiaoli's cheeks flushed a deep red as she stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise and her lips curling into a delighted smile.
Her gaze lingered on his face, which was still tinged with the aftereffects of unexpected bliss.
"I knew it! You're just like me!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with excitement and something far more unnerving.
Feng Fan's expression twisted in panic as the realization of what had just happened hit him. He quickly shook his head, desperation creeping into his voice. "Wait, Qian Xiaoli, this is a misunderstanding!"
Despite his protests, Qian Xiaoli swung the whip again!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC109 Don't Bark, My Little Dog
Qian Xiaoli's whip lashed across Feng Fan's abdomen, effortlessly tearing through his clothes and exposing his well-defined muscles.
For a moment, she froze, her gaze lingering on his torso as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
Meanwhile, Feng Fan kept his cultivation technique running, rapidly healing the superficial wound on his abdomen. A familiar soothing sensation coursed through him, but this time, he managed to suppress any sound of pleasure from escaping his lips.
After a few moments of embarrassment, Qian Xiaoli continued. Each hit tearing a different part of Feng Fan's clothes.
Throughout her life, Qian Xiaoli had never experienced such a rush of ecstasy.
"Feng Fan, you're just so... irresistible," she said, her voice laced with desire. Despite her words, the strikes of her whip continued without hesitation.
Feng Fan glared at her, his eyes tinged with red. Though he refused to admit it openly, his cultivation technique, rooted in masochistic principles, betrayed him.
Against his will, he was enjoying this torment.
"Qian Xiaoli, mark my words—I'll get my revenge!" he spat, frustration bubbling in his tone.
Her response was another lash across his chest. "Feng Fan, you're my dog now. Be obedient, or I'll have to punish you further."
"What dog?! You lunatic psycho!" he roared, no longer containing his anger.
Qian Xiaoli paused mid-strike, gripping the whip tightly in both hands. A playful yet dangerous smile spread across her face.
"Hmm, the dog is being disobedient, even daring to talk back to its owner. Now, what should I do with such a naughty pet?" she mused, tilting her head mockingly.
"Let me—" Feng Fan began to retort, but before he could finish, Qian Xiaoli pressed a finger firmly against his lips, silencing him.
"Shh," she whispered in his ear, her voice soft but commanding. "Don't bark, my little dog."
She walked over to the nearby table once again, opened the same drawer where she had retrieved the whip, and carefully placed it back.
Her fingers then began to sift through the various devices stored within, her movements deliberate and slow, as if savoring the moment.
After a few seconds, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Ah, I've found just the perfect tool for you," she said with a mischievous grin.
Slowly, she pulled out an item from the drawer, taking her time to let the suspense build before closing it.
To Feng Fan's growing dread, a pitch-black spanker was now in her hand. Its circular striking surface was about twenty-five centimeters in diameter, and it looked as ominous as it was unconventional.
"Miss Qian, please, let's talk this out!" Feng Fan pleaded desperately.
"There's no reasoning with a disobedient dog," she replied with a calm, almost chilling smile.
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After an excruciating hour, Qian Xiaoli finally released Feng Fan. He hastily changed into fresh clothes, his face a mix of fury and exhaustion, and glared at her.
"Never again will I make a deal with you, you crazy woman!" he snapped.
Qian Xiaoli chuckled softly, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her left ear with a delicate motion. "Oh, but it was such a pleasure doing business with you, my little dog," she teased, her smile infuriatingly serene.
Feng Fan clenched his jaw, refusing to dignify her words with a response.
Without another word, he turned and left the crimson room, ascending the same staircase that had brought him to his humiliation.
Qian Xiaoli watched him go, amusement lingering in her expression. With nothing left to do in the hidden chamber, she followed suit. When they reached her room, she trailed behind him.
She reached out and gently gripped his right wrist, halting him in his tracks.
"What is it now?" Feng Fan asked, his tone laced with irritation as he turned to face her.
Qian Xiaoli's expression softened, a rare hint of sincerity in her eyes. "Sorry if I hit you too hard," she said quietly.
Before he could respond, she leaned in, pulling him slightly closer by his wrist. The unexpected movement made his right knee bend awkwardly.
She placed a light peck on his right cheek, her lips brushing his skin briefly.
Feng Fan blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in demeanor. The sadist he had endured for the past hour was now showing a rare moment of tenderness.
"Uh… okay," he muttered, unsure of how to react.
"I'll take you to your room in a moment," Qian Xiaoli said, her tone unusually calm. "But first, I need to seize this opportunity. I can feel it—it's the perfect time to break through!"
Before Feng Fan could utter a word, she retrieved the Blue Mystical Apple from her space ring and took a decisive bite, not even waiting for his response.
Feng Fan stared at her, utterly baffled. 'Since when does indulge in sadistic hobbies help with cultivation breakthroughs?' he thought, his confusion growing with each passing second.
Qian Xiaoli sat cross-legged on her bed, focusing intently on her dantian. The potent energy from the Blue Mystical Apple coursed through her stomach, dissolving and spreading throughout her body before concentrating in her dantian.
The pillars within her dantian began to condense, gradually forming a golden core. Once fully formed, the golden core started its ascension, moving upward until it settled just below her solar plexus, radiating a soft, golden glow.
Feng Fan, who had activated his spiritual qi vision, observed the process with interest. Everything seemed normal until the breakthrough was supposedly complete—when her golden core suddenly began to shift.
To his astonishment, the golden core slowly turned ice blue, exuding a bone-chilling cold. Before Qian Xiaoli could react, the freezing energy consumed her body, and she collapsed, unconscious.
"What's going on?!" Feng Fan exclaimed, alarmed.
Through his spiritual qi vision, he could see exactly what had happened, but it defied his understanding. 'Did something go wrong during her breakthrough?'
He rushed to her side and placed his hand on her chest. Focusing his energy, he sent his own spiritual qi into her body, desperately trying to suppress the icy qi threatening her life.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC110 Extreme Yin Body
As Feng Fan placed his hand on Qian Xiaoli's chest, he immediately felt a sharp, bone-chilling cold radiating from her body. Even with his robust physique, the icy sensation was almost unbearable.
'What kind of piercing cold is this?' he thought, alarmed. 'This cold spiritual qi is so potent it's bypassing my body's defenses!'
He activated his cultivation technique, channeling his spiritual qi into her chest. The infusion managed to halt the spread of the cold qi temporarily, but Feng Fan quickly realized it wasn't enough.
'This won't work. I'm only suppressing the symptoms, not addressing the root cause,' he thought, gritting his teeth.
No matter how much qi he poured into her, the icy spiritual energy disappeared, remaining confined to her now icy blue core. Yet, the once golden core continued to generate the freezing qi, which meant the problem was far from resolved.
'If I can't neutralize the source, this will only delay the inevitable. And I can't keep this up forever—my qi reserves will run dry.'
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Feng Fan reduced the flow of his spiritual qi, maintaining just enough to suppress the cold's spread while he considered his next move.
After a brief pause, he summoned his trusted brick from his space ring.
'I have no idea what caused this, but I know someone who might,' Feng Fan thought decisively.
His consciousness dove into the Suppression Relic, and soon, he located the slumbering soul of the Heavenly Demon Monarch.
"Old bastard, wake up," Feng Fan called out.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch stirred, opening his eyes with a lazy expression. He recognized Feng Fan's voice immediately.
"What do you want?" the Monarch asked, his tone impatient.
"A friend of mine just broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm," Feng Fan began, "but something went wrong. Her golden core turned blue, and now a freezing spiritual qi was spreading through her body. If I don't stop it, it'll kill her. Do you know how to fix this?"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh... fascinating. Is your friend a woman?"
Feng Fan frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"
The Monarch smirked. "Everything."
"She is," Feng Fan admitted.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch's smirk widened. "Then it's clear. Her symptoms are due to her physique. She has an Extreme Yin Body."
If the situation weren't so dire, Feng Fan would've rolled his eyes. 'Of course... it had to be something ridiculous like this.'
"And how exactly am I supposed to treat her?" he asked impatiently.
The Monarch's smirk turned devious. "Why should I tell you? Oh, and you'd better hurry. She doesn't have much time left."
The Heavenly Demon Monarch's thoughts, however, betrayed him.
'To save her, she'd need a heavenly treasure imbued with potent yang energy, but in a place as spiritually barren as this one, that's nearly impossible. The second option is dual cultivation with someone who has an Extreme Yang Body. In the immortal world, she wouldn't have reached this crisis, her elders would've known to feed her weaker yang-based treasures throughout her cultivation journey.'
Feng Fan gritted his teeth, catching the Monarch's thoughts without him knowing. 'Damn it! Where am I supposed to find either of those things here?!'
"If you release me, I'll tell you how to save her. What do you say?" The Heavenly Demon Monarch's smile was as sly as ever.
Feng Fan stared at him with utter disdain. "Forget it. I've already got what I need. You can rot in here for a few more years. See you never!"
Without waiting for a response, Feng Fan exited the Suppression Relic, leaving the Heavenly Demon Monarch utterly dumbfounded.
"What the...?! This isn't how it's supposed to go! Why didn't he even try to negotiate?!" the Monarch shouted, indignant at Feng Fan's decisive response.
Feng Fan continued to stare at Qian Xiaoli, racking his brain for a solution.
'If I contact her mother and ask her to find a yang-based heavenly treasure strong enough to save her, even if they manage to locate one, she'll probably die before it arrives. As for finding someone with an Extreme Yang Body… That's even more impossible,' he thought, his brow furrowing.
'The only reason I'm able to suppress her qi is because of my cultivation technique…'
Then, a sudden realization dawned on him. 'Wait. Yang energy is needed to suppress yin, but isn't my body and cultivation technique specifically designed to suppress all forces, whether below or above the heavens? This might actually work…'
His gaze shifted back to Qian Xiaoli's unconscious yet stunning figure, and he swallowed hard. 'It seems that today… I must sacrifice my innocence to save a friend.'
The determination in his eyes wavered slightly, as if he were about to lose something precious.
'I'll never be able to get married after this!' he thought.
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Feng Fan steeled his resolve and began sifting through the manuals stored in the space ring he had taken from the Heavenly Demon Monarch.
'There has to be a dual cultivation manual in here. I can't go and ask her mother for one…' He thought, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
The idea made him pause for a moment, his expression growing increasingly awkward. 'Asking a mother for a manual to… help me fuck her daughter?'
Feng Fan finally exhaled in relief, his tension easing as his eyes landed on exactly what he needed. A radiant book materialized in his hand, its cover gleaming faintly.
Embossed on the front in elegant script were the words: Yin-Yang Fusion Arts.
"A Supreme-grade technique…" he muttered, a mix of awe and relief flashing across his face.
Feng Fan quickly skimmed through the manual's contents. To his relief, the technique only required one participant to understand it in order for it to work fully.
Of course, If both partners mastered the manual and used it in harmony, the effects would be doubled.
'That's more than good enough!' he thought, clutching the book tightly.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC111 Yin-Yang Fusion Arts [18+]
After thoroughly studying the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts, Feng Fan closed his eyes and entered a meditative Return to Emptiness state, allowing him to absorb and internalize the technique with maximum efficiency.
Minutes later, his eyes opened, reflecting the stillness of an undisturbed lake. His expression was serene, but his resolve was firm.
He began circulating the spiritual qi inside his body, aligning it with the intricate flow described in the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts. Gradually, a concentrated energy infused with the suppression attribute started moving within his body, specifically targeting erogenous zones.
A faint glow surrounded him as his mastery of the art began to take form.
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Feng Fan withdrew his hand from Qian Xiaoli's chest, and almost immediately, the icy spiritual qi he had been suppressing began to surge through her body once more, threatening to overwhelm her.
Realizing there was no time to lose, he acted swiftly.
Concentrating his spiritual qi on his fingertips, he gently traced his fingers along Qian Xiaoli's legs, starting from her feet and gradually moving upward toward her thighs. Each touch was carefully guided by the knowledge he had gleaned from the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts.
Every stroke carried a subtle warmth, his qi working to counteract the invasive cold spreading through her.
Feng Fan kissed Qian Xiaoli's right leg as he leaned in closer. His head got closer and closer to her pussy with each kiss. His hands continued to travel slowly in the direction of her waist.
He lifted her dress, his eyes feasting on the sight of her beautiful black lace panties.
Instead of taking it off, he gently kissed her pussy while her underpants were still covering it. Every time he kissed it, the spiritual qi in his mouth flowed through Qian Xiaoli's panties and into her body.
Still unwilling to remove the lovely panties from Qian Xiaoli's body, Feng Fan used his left hand to move it gently, allowing him to see her pussy as it came to this world.
He kissed her again, this time right into her pussy. He tasted a faintly salty taste, but her body was still cold.
After a few soft kisses, he paused, extending his tongue.
With gentle, vertical movements, his tongue traced along her clitoris. The icy spiritual qi within Qian Xiaoli's body ceased spreading, and her body's temperature stabilized, no longer dropping.
"Ah!" Qian Xiaoli, still unconscious, let out a soft moan in response to Feng Fan's movements.
Feng Fan's hands, which were resting on Qian Xiaoli's waist, made their way through her clothing until they reached her large breasts. Gently, he took hold of them and ran his fingers through her clothes' fabric.
His tongue movements changed from up and down to an infinity figure.
"Ah... oh!" Qian Xiaoli's soft moans grew more pronounced as Feng Fan infused his movements with suppression-attributed spiritual qi. Gradually, her body temperature began to increase.
He soon noticed her pussy was drenched with body fluids, signaling that the moment had arrived. Leaning back slightly, he swiftly removed his clothes in one smooth motion.
With his pole hard and ready to fight, he moved his body closer to Qian Xiaoli. His right hand rested on her nape, while his left hand continued caressing her left thigh.
His cock touched her pussy area, sending waves of spiritual qi inside Qian Xiaoli's body.
"Ah!" She bit her lower lip from the stimulation.
He slowly inserted his cock into her pussy, while caressing her body and burying his lips in hers. Blood flowed from her as her hymen was torn apart.
As their connection deepened, the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts began its complete circulation. Qian Xiaoli's icy spiritual qi flowed into Feng Fan's body, boosting his cultivation, while Feng Fan's suppression-attributed spiritual qi entered hers, enhancing her cultivation in turn.
Gradually, the icy blue hue of Qian Xiaoli's core began to shift, with faint shades of gold emerging and spreading across its surface, signaling a transformative balance within her.
Feng Fan quickened his pace, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of carnal pleasure and the surge of cultivation energy.
His lips pressed firmly against Qian Xiaoli's as his tongue slipped into her mouth, moving with tender yet passionate caresses. Qian Xiaoli, slowly regaining consciousness, instinctively responded, her body syncing with his rhythm.
Her tongue entwined with his, playful and eager, as though savoring an irresistible candy. The connection between them deepened, blending their energies and emotions seamlessly.
As their kisses grew more intense, Qian Xiaoli's core radiated a brilliant golden hue, signifying her full recovery from the effects of her Extreme Yin Body condition.
Its surface shone with a pure golden hue, devoid of any trace of blue.
When her healing was complete, Qian Xiaoli's eyes snapped open, and her consciousness returned. She immediately became aware of what she was doing with Feng Fan.
For a fleeting second, she felt disoriented, but the surge of carnal pleasure quickly overtook her hesitation, and she surrendered to the moment with the man before her.
Feng Fan noticed her awakening and slowed his movements. "Qian Xiaoli, are you okay?"
"Don't you dare stop!" she commanded, her voice firm yet laced with desire. Putting her arms on his chest, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him with confidence.
With one hand pressed firmly against his chest, Qian Xiaoli began moving rhythmically, taking control as she continued to lose herself in the moment.
"Ah! Ah!"
Feng Fan was briefly taken aback by her boldness, but his desire to continue was undeniable. He moved his hands down her dress and gripped her slender waist with both hands, matching her rhythm as he moved his hips in sync with Qian Xiaoli's movements.
Each time he penetrated her with his cock, their bodies spiritual qi increased, following their emotional connection.
"I'm cumming!" Shouted Qian Xiaoli.
Feng Fan also felt close to his climax and cummed with her.
"Ah!" They said in unison.
Qian Xiaoli leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a deep kiss. Feng Fan reciprocated eagerly, their tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace.
After the kiss, she pulled back slightly, her lips lingering just above his.
"You… better take responsibility!" she said, her face a blend of anger and affection.
Right after she said that, the door to her room shot open!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC112 Troublesome Disciple
A man seemingly in his thirties, dressed in regal robes of deep crimson and gold, flew toward the Su family's gates. His attire shimmered with intricate patterns of dragons, symbolizing his imperial status.
The guards saw the Qian Emperor and immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, none daring to defy his overwhelming presence. Though his pace appeared slow, each step carried him dozens of meters forward.
In moments, he had arrived at the Su family's main mansion.
A butler standing at the door saw him and quickly bowed. 'Your Majesty, I'll inform Lady Su.'
As the butler prepared to enter, a voice interrupted him. "No need. I'm right here."
Su Liqiu stepped out of the mansion and met Qian Niu's expressionless gaze, a mixture of displeasure and resignation clouding her eyes.
"Your Majesty, to what do I owe the honor of your esteemed presence at my humble residence?" She asked softly.
Qian Niu, the emperor, gazed at her coldly. "I came to see my daughter, Qian Xiaoli, to congratulate her. She planned to break through to the Golden Core Formation realm today."
Su Liqiu's brows furrowed in displeasure.
Before Qian Xiaoli displayed her talent in cultivation, Qian Niu had never once acknowledged her as his daughter. Now, he seemed intent on asserting his paternal status, as if he feared she might deny it.
Qian Xiaoli was undoubtedly the most talented daughter of Qian Niu. While the emperor would never give her the crown, her abilities made her valuable to him.
"She's in her room. I'll accompany Your Majesty to see Xiao'er," Su Liqiu offered politely.
Before they could move, a mocking voice interrupted.
"Oh, if it isn't the scorpion father. I thought scorpions weren't supposed to care for their offspring after leaving their seed?"
Qian Niu turned toward the voice, his expression changing into one of displeasure. Elder Duan stood there, a faint sway in his stance, a bottle in hand, clearly tipsy.
"Duan Ping," Qian Niu said evenly, his tone laced with a cold edge. "It's been a long time. I see your tongue is still as sharp as ever."
Su Liqiu's brows furrowed in concern. It was no secret that Elder Duan disliked Qian Niu, largely because of how the emperor had treated her in the past. Normally, Elder Duan kept his opinions to himself, but his drunken state made her uneasy.
'He might say something reckless,' she thought.
"Brother Duan," Su Liqiu said quickly, attempting to defuse the tension. "I thought you wouldn't return until tomorrow. Where's Old Pan?"
Elder Duan tore his gaze away from Qian Niu. "Ah, that old bastard left early. His sect summoned him. Apparently, the Heavenly Demon Sect was causing trouble, and they needed him to help reinforce their protective formation. I came to take Feng Fan and return to the White Crow Sect."
Su Liqiu nodded politely. "If that's the case, Brother Duan, perhaps you should deal with your drunkenness first. That's hardly the state to be in when meeting your disciple, wouldn't you agree?"
Although Elder Duan appeared drunk, it was only because he allowed himself to be. With his cultivation, even the finest wines in the Qian Empire couldn't truly impair him.
He circulated his cultivation technique, and in moments, his mind was clear and his body back to peak condition. He tucked the half-filled bottle of wine into his space ring before addressing Su Liqiu again.
"You're right, Sister Su. I've been disrespectful. My apologies," said Elder Duan, addressing Su Liqiu.
As for apologizing to Qian Niu? Forget it. It was easier for cows to sprout wings and learn how to fly.
"Where is Feng Fan, Sister Liqiu?" Elder Duan asked.
Before Su Liqiu could respond, another voice interrupted.
"She's taking me to see Qian Xiaoli. Why don't you go find your disciple yourself, Duan Ping?" Explore more at empire
Elder Duan shot Qian Niu an irritated glance, but Su Liqiu quickly intervened.
"Feng Fan and Qian Xiaoli are together right now. Why don't I take you both to see them?"
Both Elder Duan and Qian Niu nodded. Though they clearly didn't like each other, their animosity hadn't reached a point where they couldn't remain civil. It was pointless to argue further over trivial matters.
"Very well, lead the way," Qian Niu said dismissively, his tone more fitting for addressing a subordinate than his own wife.
Elder Duan frowned, irritation flickering across his face, but he held his tongue, choosing not to escalate the situation.
"Please follow me, Brother Duan, Your Majesty," Su Liqiu said calmly, turning to lead the way. The two men followed closely behind her as she guided them into the Su mansion.
The three of them stopped in front of Qian Xiaoli's door. Su Liqiu raised her hand, intending to knock and call for her daughter, but before she could act, Qian Niu stepped forward, brushing past her, and opened the door without hesitation.
"Qian Xia—" His voice faltered, cutting off mid-sentence as his eyes widened in shock.
Inside the room, right in plain view, Feng Fan lay naked on Qian Xiaoli's bed, with her sitting on top of him.
Although she still had her clothes on, anyone could notice his cock was inside her panties, with blood staining the bedsheets.
Elder Duan saw the scene inside the room, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. 'This disciple is going to be the death of me!' he thought, a blend of astonishment and frustration bubbling within him.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But the one truly livid was Qian Niu. Not only had he intended to use his daughter in the Young Generation Competition, but he also had plans for a marriage alliance. She wasn't just talented—she was breathtakingly beautiful.
If he played his cards right, he could secure her a powerful husband within the Dao Seeking School, elevating his standing even further.
Now, after she lost her virginity, her value for a political marriage dropped by at least 90%!
"You— I'll kill you!" Qian Niu snarled, his face twisting in a mask of unrestrained fury as his spiritual qi surged violently through his body.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC113 Black Belly Father-In-Law
Feng Fan felt wronged. He had just saved the emperor's daughter from certain death, even at the cost of his own innocence, yet the Qian Emperor's reward for his actions was death?
'Is this how they repay good with evil? Forgetting favors and violating justice?' Feng Fan thought bitterly. 'What a black belly father-in-law!'
But before Qian Niu could attack him, Qian Xiaoli left Feng Fan's lap and jumped straight between them, protecting him from harm.
"If you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first!" she declared, her face set with unwavering determination.
Qian Niu hesitated. He would never kill his daughter; after all, she was too valuable to him. Killing her would bring nothing but loss; he had nothing to gain from such an action.
His brief moment of indecision gave Elder Duan and Su Liqiu the opportunity to act. Both of them quickly positioned themselves in front of Qian Niu.
"Qian Niu, even if I can't defeat you, you'll have to step over my dead body to kill him!" Elder Duan roared.
"Enough!" Su Liqiu's voice was sharp, her authority unmistakable. "You have no right to decide who my daughter chooses. No right to interfere in her life."
Normally, Su Liqiu was gentle with her husband, but when it came to her daughter, she transformed into a fierce lioness, ready to protect her cub at any cost.
Qian Niu's face twisted in anger, but he restrained himself, his spiritual qi withdrawing. He no longer intended to kill Feng Fan, at least not for now.
Feng Fan, having used the time while Elder Duan and Su Liqiu were distracted to get dressed, cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention.
"Why don't you let me explain what happened first?"
"You have my attention," Qian Niu said, narrowing his eyes at him.
Qian Xiaoli also fixed her gaze on him, her expression deep in thought. The last thing she remembered was breaking through and then passing out. The next thing she knew, she was having sex with Feng Fan!
"When Xiaoli'er broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm, something strange happened to her core. A powerful cold radiated from it, and the only way I could resolve it was by dual cultivating with her. If I had left, by the time I returned, she would have turned into a frozen statue. I had to take desperate measures."
He deliberately withheld the full truth. Revealing how he knew about the Extreme Yin Body would raise questions he wasn't ready to answer, especially since he didn't trust Qian Niu.
He decided it was best to explain everything to Qian Xiaoli when they were alone.
Qian Niu eyed Feng Fan suspiciously, not fully convinced by his explanation. Yet, Qian Xiaoli didn't refute it; he had no grounds to argue further.
To his surprise, Qian Xiaoli looked at Feng Fan with unexpected tenderness. "Thank you, Fan'er," she said softly as she stepped closer and embraced him.
Neither Qian Xiaoli nor Feng Fan realized it yet, but their dual cultivation had created an invisible bond between them. The experience made them feel inexplicably connected, as if they had known each other for months, or even years.
The Yin-Yang Fusion Arts wasn't just an ordinary dual cultivation technique; it was a profound method capable of forging a powerful link between its practitioners.
Su Liqiu observed her daughter closely, noticing the soft expression on her face—a look that could only belong to a woman in love.
'I don't understand how you've fallen for Brother Duan's disciple so quickly,' she mused, her heart heavy with memories. 'But perhaps this is destiny at work. When I was young, I couldn't marry Brother Duan, the man I truly loved. But I won't let you face the same fate as me.'
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With that thought, Su Liqiu silently resolved to ensure her daughter's happiness, vowing to protect her from the regrets she had endured.
Elder Duan stood frozen, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. 'Should I feel proud or regretful for bringing you here? Honestly, I don't even know what to think about this kid anymore.'
Just as the atmosphere grew tender, Qian Niu shattered it with his cold words.
"Even if what you say is true, you can't stay with him!" he declared, his tone sharp and unyielding. "Someone as noble as my daughter has no business marrying a toad lusting after swan's flesh like you!"
Both Su Liqiu and Qian Xiaoli turned cold, their gazes sharp as they fixed on Qian Niu.
"Qian Niu," Su Liqiu began, her tone icy and resolute, "you have no right to dictate who my daughter will marry. She doesn't bear the Su family surname and is under no obligation to shoulder its responsibilities. As for the Qian name?" She let out a disdainful chuckle. "That's an even bigger joke. We both know exactly how you treated her in the past."
Her words were firm, leaving no room for negotiation or further argument.
Qian Niu ignored Su Liqiu's sharp words and turned his gaze toward Qian Xiaoli. "Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?"
Qian Xiaoli met his eyes without hesitation. "Yes. I'll decide for myself who I will marry."
"Good." Qian Niu's voice was calm, but his tone carried an underlying edge. He cast a lingering glance at Feng Fan before turning and walking away.
'Let's see if you survive long enough to marry my daughter,' he thought darkly.
Hearing his thoughts, Feng Fan felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
After Qian Niu left, the tense atmosphere in the room began to ease.
Elder Duan approached Feng Fan, his brows furrowed in mild displeasure. "Brat, don't you ever get tired of causing me trouble? Let's head back before you make this mess even worse!"
"Uh, Master… shouldn't we be worried about the emperor trying to kill us on the way?" Feng Fan asked nervously.
Elder Duan chuckled, his tone reassuring but laced with urgency. "Don't worry too much. That's exactly why we need to leave now. He won't risk making a move personally, and it's unlikely he'll send his direct subordinates, after all, that would be a direct connection to him. If we act fast, we can avoid whatever schemes he's brewing."
Feng Fan nodded, his expression firming with resolve. He then turned to Qian Xiaoli, his voice softening. "Xiao'er, can I… speak with you alone for a moment?"
Qian Xiaoli's cheeks flushed slightly, but she nodded without hesitation.
"Alright, let's give the lovebirds some privacy," Su Liqiu said with a knowing smile, pulling Elder Duan toward the door. Despite his initial reluctance, Elder Duan followed, muttering under his breath as they left the two alone.
"Uh… Xiao'er, there's something I need to tell you," Feng Fan began hesitantly. "What I said earlier wasn't the whole truth."
He proceeded to explain everything—the events that unfolded, her Extreme Yin Body, and the old demon sealed within the Suppression Relic.
The only secret he kept from her was his mind-reading ability—a truth Feng Fan intended to take with him to the grave.
As he spoke, Feng Fan discreetly read Qian Xiaoli's thoughts. While he already trusted her, he wanted to confirm her feelings and intentions completely.
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When he finished, Qian Xiaoli's eyes widened with astonishment. Then, gripping both his hands firmly, she smiled with heartfelt gratitude.
"This… it's truly incredible. Thank you, Feng Fan, for trusting me enough to tell me everything."
"While searching for a suitable dual cultivation technique, I came across this," Feng Fan said, retrieving a manual from his space ring and handing it to Qian Xiaoli. "I believe this technique perfectly complements your Extreme Yin Physique. Honestly, I doubt you'll find anything better on the entire Red Pole."
Qian Xiaoli carefully examined the manual, her eyes widening in astonishment. "A Supreme-grade technique? What level is this?"
Feng Fan chuckled softly. "It's above immortal."
A radiant smile spread across Qian Xiaoli's face, her beauty glowing even brighter. "Thank you, Fan'er."
Feng Fan felt his cheeks warm as he returned her smile, albeit shyly. Her joy was almost overwhelming to witness. "Don't mention it. From now on, we're Dao partners, right?"
"Yes," Qian Xiaoli replied warmly, her gaze filled with affection.
"Uh, there's something I need to tell you," Feng Fan began hesitantly. "Before coming here, I already liked someone. Her name is Xue Qiang—she came from Earth with me, and..."
Before he could finish, Qian Xiaoli leaned in and pressed her lips against his, silencing him with a kiss.
Feng Fan froze, stunned by the sudden gesture, unsure how to react.
After a brief moment, she pulled back, her expression tender. "Don't be silly. I don't mind. And I already know about her."
"Uh?! How do you know?" Feng Fan asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
'I was at the same restaurant as you when you went on a date with her…' Qian Xiaoli thought, though she didn't voice it.
Feng Fan, however, heard her thoughts loud and clear. 'Ah! What a crazy coincidence,' he thought, taken aback. This was the first time he had learned of this through her inner thoughts. 'Doesn't this mean she already knew me when we first met?'
"I saw you and her at the Crimson Moon Banquet Hall in Blueriver City," Qian Xiaoli admitted. "Sorry, I didn't mention it before. I was actually a little interested in you back then." Discover more stories at empire
Feng Fan blinked, taken aback by the unexpected confession. "What were you doing in such a small city, so far away from the capital?"
Qian Xiaoli smiled faintly. "I enjoy going out to eat. The Crimson Moon Banquet Hall is the best restaurant in Blueriver City. While it doesn't compare to the one we went to today, it was good enough for me to visit at least once."
Feng Fan looked at her with newfound curiosity. 'A foodie willing to travel all over the empire just for good food?' he thought, a wry smile forming on his lips.
"Alright, I should head back to the sect now. We'll see each other at the Young Generation Competition?" Feng Fan asked with a gentle smile.
Qian Xiaoli chuckled softly. "Definitely."
Leaning in, Feng Fan gave her a light kiss on the lips before turning to leave. Behind him, Qian Xiaoli twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers, a soft smile gracing her lips. "I'll miss you," she murmured.
As he stepped out of the room, he found Elder Duan and Su Liqiu waiting a few meters away.
Feng Fan cupped his hands respectfully and bowed slightly. "Master, I'm ready."
Elder Duan nodded in approval. "Good. Take this with you," he said, handing over a polished jade stone, no larger than a few centimeters.
Feng Fan accepted it, examining the smooth surface with a puzzled expression. "What's this?"
"A teleportation jade," Elder Duan explained. "If we're ever in danger, use it. It'll teleport you to a random location. I won't be able to find you, so you'll need to make your way back to the sect on your own."
Feng Fan's eyes began to glisten with emotion. "Master… are you really willing to sacrifice yourself so your disciple can escape alive?"
A vein throbbed on Elder Duan's forehead. "You brat! Are you in such a hurry to see me dead? Unless the attacker is at the Return to Void realm, I can easily escape back to the sect without you slowing me down!"
"Oh, I see. That's good then," Feng Fan said with a sheepish smile.
'So, I'm a burden…' he thought, sighing internally.
"Alright, we have no time to waste. It's time for us to depart. Farewell, Sister Liqiu, and thank you for your hospitality," Elder Duan said, walking toward the exit and gesturing for Feng Fan to follow.
Feng Fan nodded respectfully. "Thank you for your kindness, mother-in-law. Until we meet again," he said, cupping his hands in a polite farewell before following Elder Duan out the door.
Su Liqiu nodded in response to their farewells.
After they left the mansion, Elder Duan quickly enveloped Feng Fan in his spiritual qi, and they departed the capital flying.
—
Inside the Blue Dragon Sect grounds.
"Sect Master, our spies in the capital have reported on Feng Fan, the one involved in Shi Fan's death," a woman said, bowing slightly as she cupped her hands respectfully.
The man before her, with white hair, a beard, and an unnaturally youthful face, nodded thoughtfully.
"Hm. Send someone to bring him back alive. If that's not possible, kill him. Zheng Huang has warned me that he's too talented and cunning. He cannot be allowed to participate in the Young Generation Competition."
The woman hesitated before speaking again. "Sect Master, he's accompanied by a Dao Seeking realm cultivator. Should we still proceed?"
The man's eyes lit up with interest as he stroked his beard. "A Dao Seeking expert? Even better," he said, his tone laced with calculation. "Send two Dao Seeking realm elders. This way, if the boy dies, we can claim it was merely a clash between the older generation, and he was caught in the crossfire."
A sinister smile spread across his face as the woman bowed again and left to carry out his orders.
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As Elder Duan and Feng Fan flew above a dense forest toward the White Crow Sect, two men clad in robes adorned with a blue dragon emblem suddenly appeared, blocking their path. Their spiritual qi surged, creating an oppressive aura that weighed heavily on the air.
One of the men smirked, his expression oozing arrogance. "An elder from the White Crow Sect? What a coincidence! Since you're here, why not make this forest your eternal resting place?"
'If we eliminate this man and capture the boy, the Sect Master promised us a handsome reward,' the man thought, a smile forming on his lips.
Feng Fan caught the thought and his eyes narrowed in shock. 'Damn it! This isn't just bad luck. First the Qian Emperor, and now the Blue Dragon Sect? Could it be... they've figured out I killed that old bastard Shi Fan?'
Elder Duan's expression darkened. Both men standing before him were in the 1st stage of the Dao Seeking Realm, the same as him.
If it were just one opponent, he could manage to escape with Feng Fan. But against two? Even surviving on his own would be a challenge.
Without hesitation, he sent a qi transmission to Feng Fan. "Use the teleportation jade now!"
Feng Fan, alarmed, quickly retrieved the jade from his space ring. The moment it appeared, the two men from the Blue Dragon Sect recognized it and their expressions shifted to panic.
"Stop him! Don't let him escape!" one of them shouted.
They moved in unison, closing the gap in the blink of an eye.
"You'll have to deal with me first!" Elder Duan roared, channeling his spiritual qi into a devastating punch. Behind him, a massive white crow materialized—not a simple illusion, but a manifestation of pure qi and Dao laws, radiating an aura of life and power.
The crow let out a piercing cry as Elder Duan's fist collided with the approaching opponents, holding the attackers at bay.
Feng Fan didn't waste the precious seconds Elder Duan had bought. Pouring his spiritual qi into the teleportation jade, he activated it. Space-time Dao laws enveloped him, shimmering like threads of light.
In an instant, his figure vanished, leaving nothing behind but a faint ripple in the air.
—
Feng Fan stumbled slightly, disoriented as he found himself inside a dimly lit cave. His stomach churned violently, and he felt the urge to vomit.
'Damn it, Elder Duan could have at least warned me about the side effects,' he thought bitterly.
Taking a deep breath, he began circulating his qi, quickly regaining control of his body and returning to his usual state. Once steady, he surveyed his surroundings.
To his surprise, he wasn't alone—a stunning woman was sitting cross-legged just a few meters in front of him.
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Something felt off.
'Something is definitely wrong with her, 'Feng Fan thought, narrowing his eyes. The woman's bloodshot eyes were fixed on him with unsettling intensity, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Her jaw was tightly clenched, and her trembling body seemed locked in a fierce internal struggle, as if she was resisting an overwhelming urge.
"Miss… are you alright?" Feng Fan asked cautiously, his voice steady but laced with concern.
The moment the woman heard his voice, whatever internal struggle she had been waging seemed to snap. Her spiritual qi surged uncontrollably, flooding the cave with suffocating pressure.
Feng Fan's eyes widened in both shock and despair as he realized the truth—this woman was in the Nascent Soul realm!
Before he could react, she lunged at him with alarming speed, gripping his arms hard and slamming him to the ground. Her face was mere inches from his, her crimson eyes filled with an unsettling mix of desperation and hunger.
She pressed her lips to his, attempting to force her tongue past his tightly shut mouth.
Feng Fan's heart raced as he struggled beneath her. He was far too weak to break free from her overwhelming strength, his body pinned helplessly beneath hers. Despite the panic rising within him, he clenched his jaw with all his might, resisting her invasive attempts.
He instantly understood what was going on.
Feng Fan, struggling to maintain control, quickly gathered his spiritual qi. 'No, lady, you're not going to use this sorry excuse of aphrodisiac on me,' he thought, unable to voice his thoughts because of the woman trying to forcefully kiss him.
He channeled his spiritual qi and sent it into her body, using their mouths as a conduit.
As Feng Fan injected his spiritual qi, infused with a suppressive attribute, into her, the woman's eyes began to return to normal, and the turbulent energy within her gradually calmed.
'Thank God, she was in no condition to resist. Otherwise, with her cultivation, she could've easily blocked my spiritual qi from entering her.'
Soon, the woman regained control of her consciousness and quickly moved away from Feng Fan.
"You... You took my first kiss!" she exclaimed, glaring at him in anger.
Feng Fan was stunned by her response. 'No thanks?'
"Lady, I can't be held responsible for you. You were the one who tried to rape me! Besides, I've already made things right with another woman today. Go find someone else!"
At his response, the woman clenched her fist in anger. Not only was she exceptionally beautiful, but she was also highly talented. Within the Dao Seeking School, many male cultivators vied for her attention, and even some females were interested in her.
"Who said anything about taking responsibility? Even if you did want to, I'd refuse! Just look at your face and cultivation realm—you're like a toad lusting after a swan's flesh!" the woman retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.
Feng Fan looked at her, puzzled. "What do you want then?"
The woman clenched her jaw. 'I want to kill you!'
Feng Fan caught her thought and almost considered fleeing, but he quickly realized running would be pointless. With her cultivation, she could easily kill him with a single wave of her hand!
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The woman noticed the slight tension on Feng Fan's face and sighed. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm a disciple of the Dao Seeking School. I know you helped me, and I would never repay kindness with ingratitude."
At her words, Feng Fan relaxed briefly, but his expression quickly turned serious again. "Dao Seeking School? Where exactly are we?"
"We're on the outskirts of the Dao Seeking School's territory. If we walk a few kilometers to the west, we'll enter the Bloodsucker Demon Sect's domain," the woman replied.
"Uh, I've never heard of the Bloodsucker Demon Sect, but judging by its name, it sounds like an evil sect?" Feng Fan asked, curiosity tinging his voice.
The woman nodded, her expression twisting with disgust. "Yes, it's one of the three hegemonic powers of the Black Turtle Continent. I'm surprised you've never heard of them. The poison in my body was their doing, inflicted by one of their disciples."
"I see. Do you happen to know where the Qian Empire is? I need to return there," Feng Fan asked, deliberately avoiding mentioning his sect. The Qian Empire was already a minor power within the Black Turtle Continent, let alone the White Crow Sect.
The woman paused for a moment, thinking before she replied. "It's southeast of here. At your cultivation level, flying there will likely take you a few months."
"A few months?!" Feng Fan exclaimed, shocked by the immense distance the teleportation jade had sent him. "Ugh, is there a faster way to get there? I need to participate in the Young Generation Competition in four months." Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire
The woman studied him, her expression turning skeptical. "With your 4th Foundation Establishment realm cultivation? The standard of this competition must be plummeting," she remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.
Feng Fan rolled his eyes but held back from reminding her that this so-called weakling had just saved her from disgrace.
"There is a faster way," she admitted with a smirk, "but it involves using the teleportation arrays controlled by the Dao Seeking School. It's not a matter of money, though. You'd need permission from a high-ranking disciple or elder to access them."
"Oh, then I guess I'll just walk. Thanks, Miss. How do I get out of this cave?" Feng Fan asked. He didn't know anyone from the Dao Seeking School, so trying to use their teleportation arrays seemed pointless.
The woman cleared her throat. "My name is Luo Rong. I hold a high status in the Dao Seeking School. If you're willing to do me a small favor, I can help you. What do you think?"
Feng Fan gave her a skeptical look. "Miss Luo, you're a Nascent Soul realm cultivator who got poisoned. I doubt whatever favor you need is something a weakling like me can handle."
Luo Rong's lips curled into a confident smile. "Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous. All you need to do is deliver a message for me while I create a distraction. Simple enough, right?"
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "Miss Luo, can't you ask someone else? A person strong enough to poison you could kill me with a flick of his hand. I'd rather take my chances walking. Besides—"
Before he could finish making excuses, Luo Rong cut him off. "You're participating in the Young Generation Competition, right? It's being held at my Dao Seeking School. You don't even need to go back to your sect. I'll just inform your elders that you're here, and you can spend the next four months cultivating in my personal abode. The spiritual qi there is at least ten times richer than anything you'll find in the Qian Empire!"
Her words struck a nerve. Feng Fan couldn't deny the temptation. If he stayed, he'd save time traveling and rapidly improve his cultivation.
It was a chance to achieve twice the results with half the effort!
Feng Fan took a deep breath. "Alright, Miss Luo, you have my attention. As long as it doesn't put my life in danger, I'll help. Where do I need to deliver this message?"
Luo Rong's lips curled into a faint smile. "It's simple. Three disciples from the Bloodsucker Demon Sect are hunting me. The moment I leave this cave, they'll try to kill me. All I need is for you to head to a nearby city, about a few dozen kilometers from here, and call for reinforcements in my name. If you can bring help and I make it out alive, the reward is yours. Easy enough, right?"
Feng Fan furrowed his brows. "How can you be so sure they'll find you as soon as you leave the cave?"
Luo Rong's expression turned grim. "They managed to take a sample of my blood. Disciples of the Bloodsucker Demon Sect have a method to track anyone using their blood. The only reason they haven't found me here is because of a natural treasure hidden within this cave. It masks my presence."
At the mention of a natural treasure, Feng Fan's eyes lit up with curiosity. "A natural treasure? Why don't you just take it with you and leave?"
Luo Rong shook her head, a hint of frustration in her tone. "It's not that simple. A powerful demon beast is guarding it, and I'm no match for it."
"Is this demon beast stronger than tier 4?" Feng Fan asked.
Luo Rong hesitated before answering. "No, but it's at the peak of tier 4. I wouldn't last longer than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea against it before being killed."
Hearing her reply, Feng Fan's lips curled into a confident smile. "In that case, we might have a chance to steal the treasure. If we can pull it off, we might not even need to ask for help. What do you think?"
"Just a moment ago, you were afraid of being killed, and now you're talking about stealing a treasure from a peak tier 4 demon beast? I can't tell if you're reckless or just plain stupid," Luo Rong said, narrowing her eyes at him.
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"Miss Luo, can you tell me everything about our opponent? Let me come up with a plan, and I'll share it with you. If you think it's stupid and hopeless, we'll stick with your original idea. What do you say?"
Luo Rong considered his words before nodding. "Alright. It's a Bat King. It commands a colony of a few dozen bats. The Bat King is the only one at tier 4; the rest range from tier 1 to tier 3. For me, the lower-tier bats are no threat, but the tier 3 ones could easily kill you. Are you still confident about stealing the treasure?"
"Are you absolutely sure it's just bats in there?" Feng Fan asked, his smile growing wider.
"Huh?" Luo Rong replied, confused. "Yes, I've checked it myself. Why do you ask?"
Feng Fan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he activated his spiritual qi vision and scanned the surroundings until he located the spot where the bats and the spiritual treasure were hidden.
"Then I can only say this treasure will soon be ours!" Said Feng Fan confidently.
—
At the heart of the cave's winding tunnels lay a large chamber, home to about a hundred bats. They hung silently from the ceiling, claws tightly gripping the rocky surface as they slept.
Below them, a flower with violet petals tinged in black grew, surrounded by patches of vibrant green moss, radiating an otherworldly energy.
The chamber was linked to four separate tunnels, each interconnecting in a web-like pattern. Feng Fan and Luo Rong spent nearly two hours navigating these tunnels, carefully ensuring they stayed out of the bats' detection range.
"What exactly are you doing? We've been wandering around like fools long enough!" Luo Rong snapped, her patience wearing thin.
Feng Fan turned to her with an easy smile. "Why the rush, Miss Luo? The best plans require time to come together."
"Besides," Feng Fan said with a confident grin, "I'm done now. I think it's time to start!"
Luo Rong gave a curt nod, her expression sharpening. "I'm ready."
"Remember, take out as many bats as possible before going after the Bat King. I'll grab the flower, and then we'll make our escape," Feng Fan instructed, his tone unusually stern.
"Got it," Luo Rong replied with a firm nod.
Feng Fan focused, and soon, the intricate arrays he had spent the last two hours setting up activated in unison. A piercing, high-frequency sound reverberated through the cave tunnels, bouncing off the walls and converging toward the chamber where the bats rested.
Two types of arrays had been meticulously placed: a sound generation array and a modified barrier array designed to reflect and concentrate sound waves.
The barrier array served a dual purpose—it prevented the sound from escaping the cave, thus avoiding detection by the Bloodsucker Demon Sect, and amplified the noise within the desired area.
Even though the high-frequency sound was beyond the range of normal human hearing, as cultivators, they could still sense it clearly.
Knowing that bats rely on echolocation, Feng Fan had cleverly matched the frequency of their sonar, disrupting their natural radar. His plan was simple but effective: disorient the bats and create chaos before the real battle began.
As the sound waves reached the bats, chaos erupted. The creatures woke in clusters, shrieking in pain.
The dense, concentrated sound waves not only disrupted their echolocation but also inflicted physical discomfort.
Luo Rong didn't hesitate. With a swift motion, a sword appeared in her hand, and she dashed forward with the speed and precision of a cheetah.
Her blade gleamed as it sliced through the air, cutting down multiple bats with ruthless efficiency. She moved gracefully, each strike perfectly calculated to take down her targets.
Feng Fan followed closely behind, but his slower pace left him trailing by a few seconds. When he stepped into the chamber, the ground was littered with the lifeless bodies of bats.
Since sunlight didn't reach this part of the tunnels, Feng Fan relied on his spiritual qi vision to navigate. It didn't take him long to locate the flower, its aura radiating the strongest spiritual qi in the chamber.
'So much energy... No wonder this treasure attracted such powerful beasts. But how is Luo Rong managing to see in this pitch darkness?' he wondered briefly before shaking the thought away.
Every second mattered.
He sprinted toward the flower and carefully unearthed it from its resting spot. Its petals seemed to pulse with life, glowing faintly in his spiritual vision.
"Luo Rong!" Feng Fan shouted, signaling her as he dashed back the way he had come.
The bats were still in chaos, their echolocation scrambled by the sound waves, but there were far too many of them. Even without pinpoint accuracy, they swarmed through the chamber, and several blocked his path.
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Feng Fan opted for speed and agility over brute force, dodging whenever possible. But when there was no choice, he struck with force.
One bat swooped too close, and with a powerful punch, it burst into a spray of blood and flesh.
'No time to waste! I need to get out before they overwhelm me!'
Feng Fan darted out of the chamber, the flower clutched tightly in his left hand.
He didn't dare store it in his space ring, worried that doing so might somehow alert the Bloodsucker Demon Sect disciples to Luo Rong's location. Every step he took brought him closer to the exit, his senses on high alert.
Meanwhile, Luo Rong caught sight of Feng Fan escaping safely and let out a small breath of relief. Wasting no time, she focused her remaining spiritual qi on her sword, channeling it into one final, powerful strike.
She swung her sword in an arc, aiming directly at the Bat King.
The Bat King roared in response, unleashing a devastating sonic attack infused with its spiritual qi. The two attacks collided in midair, each neutralizing the other in a brilliant display of raw power.
But Luo Rong had no intention of continuing the fight. That brief moment of stalemate was all she needed.
She turned and bolted toward the exit, leaving the enraged Bat King behind. Its furious screeches echoed through the chamber as it thrashed about, unable to locate her.
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After escaping the chamber, Luo Rong sheathed her sword back into her space ring and quickly caught up to Feng Fan, who clutched the flower tightly.
Without a word, she swept him up in her arms, carrying him like a princess as she soared through the cave tunnels. Her speed didn't falter, and within moments, they were outside the caves, bathed in the faint moonlight of the outside world.
Feng Fan, now in the somewhat embarrassing position of being cradled, glanced up at her and quipped with a grin, "My Prince has come to save me!"
A vein visibly throbbed on Luo Rong's forehead as she shot him a glare. "Shut up, or I might just drop you and save myself the trouble!"
Feng Fan cleared his throat. "About this flower… how are we going to split it?"
"For now, we must not touch it," Luo Rong said firmly. "If we do, the Bloodsucker Demon Sect disciples will track me. Once we reach the Dao Seeking School, I'll ask my master to refine it into pills. Since additional materials will be used, we'll split seventy percent to me and thirty percent to you. Fair enough?"
Feng Fan, having read her thoughts, knew she was being truthful. He nodded quickly. "Sounds good. By the way, since I'll be living with you for four months, I hope you don't sneak into my bed at night!"
Luo Rong's expression darkened, and without warning, she released him mid-flight.
"AAAH! SISTER LUO!" Feng Fan shouted as he plummeted.
Just before he hit the ground, Luo Rong swooped down and caught him again. Her glare was sharp enough to cut steel. "Last warning—no more jokes for the rest of the trip!"
"My lips are sealed, I swear!" Feng Fan stammered, nodding frantically.
"How long until we reach the Dao Seeking School?" Feng Fan asked, steering the conversation to safer ground.
"At our current flying speed, it should take about a day," Luo Rong replied calmly.
"A day?!" Feng Fan exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.
He couldn't believe it. Luo Rong was a Nascent Soul realm cultivator, and even with the added weight of carrying him, she could cross the entire Qian Empire in at most six hours.
'The Dao Seeking School's territory must be ridiculously massive,' he thought, stunned by the realization.
Luo Rong flew nonstop, and a day later, they arrived at the Dao Seeking School.
As they approached, a shimmering barrier came into view, radiating a powerful defensive aura. Without stopping, Luo Rong passed through it, likely by having a sect token or some other form of identification.
Even though it was night, many disciples spotted Luo Rong flying through the air and instantly recognized her.
"Hey, isn't that Senior Sister Luo? Did she already return from her mission?"
"Forget that. Who's the guy she's carrying? Is he her... boyfriend?"
"Ridiculous! Who would dare date Goddess Luo?"
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The last thing he wanted was to anger her. Keeping his mouth shut felt like the safest choice.
Luo Rong flew steadily until she landed in front of a cave entrance carved into the side of a mountain. Unlike a typical rugged cave, this one had been altered; a sturdy wooden door now replaced the natural opening, giving it the appearance of a private abode.
Thud
Without warning, Luo Rong released Feng Fan, letting him crash onto the ground with a hard impact. His head smacked against the solid rock, and he groaned in pain as he slowly got back to his feet, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.
"Can't you be a little gentler?" Feng Fan asked, rubbing his head.
Luo Rong didn't even glance at him. She walked past him and knocked on the door. "Master, it's me, Luo Rong."
The door creaked open with a soft click, revealing a small girl dressed in oversized white robes that nearly swallowed her petite frame. She stood at about 1.35 meters tall, her slim figure giving her an almost doll-like appearance.
"Ah, Luo Rong," the girl said in a soft yet authoritative voice. "Why are you back so soon? Did you complete your mission?"
Feng Fan's jaw nearly dropped. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing. Before he could stop himself, he muttered under his breath, "A loli?!"
Luo Rong froze, her head snapping toward Feng Fan with a murderous glare. Her master's expression darkened as she narrowed her eyes, her presence immediately filling the air with an oppressive aura.
"And who might this be?" her master asked, her voice deceptively calm. "Your... friend?"
A chill ran down Luo Rong's spine. If there was one thing her master despised, it was any reference to her petite stature.
The small frame was a side effect of her unique physique—a topic one should leave untouched in case you value your life.
Feng Fan's face paled as he felt the crushing weight of the aura pressing down on him. "I-I'm just a passerby!" he blurted.
Luo Rong let out a quiet sigh, fully aware of her master's fiery temper. She quickly stepped forward, her tone calm but respectful. "Master, he's the one who helped me during my mission. Without him, I might not have made it back so easily."
Her master's sharp gaze shifted back to Luo Rong, the oppressive aura she radiated easing slightly, though not completely disappearing.
"I see," she said coldly. "I suggest he keeps his tongue in check if he values his life."
Feng Fan nodded frantically, his head bobbing so quickly it looked like it might snap off. "Got it! Absolutely noted! Won't happen again!"
Luo Rong's master observed Feng Fan's frantic nodding and let out a small, approving hum. "Very well," she said, stepping aside to gesture toward the entrance. "Both of you, come in. I want a full account of what happened."
Luo Rong and Feng Fan followed her into the cave, their steps echoing softly against the stone floor as they entered her abode.
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Luo Rong's master walked to a wooden table surrounded by four simple white chairs. She took the seat farthest from the door and motioned for them to sit.
Luo Rong and Feng Fan obeyed, settling into the chairs.
After they sat down, she began. "Luo Rong, your mission was to investigate the Bloodsucker Demon Sect's activities in the villages near the border. What did you uncover?"
"Master, it's just as you suspected. The Bloodsucker Demon Sect disciples are capturing both mortals and cultivators and transporting them into their territory. I don't know what they're planning, but this isn't like them. Usually, they just kill people to absorb their blood and spiritual qi," Luo Rong reported.
Her master nodded gravely. "This is indeed troubling. If they've shifted from strengthening themselves through blood absorption to something else, it suggests a far more sinister plan. I'll bring this to the Sect Master's attention. For now, you can consider your mission complete."
She turned her gaze to Feng Fan. "And this boy? Who is he, and how did he become involved?"
Before Luo Rong could respond, Feng Fan cupped his hands in a formal salute. "This humble one is named Feng Fan. While escaping my enemies, I used a teleportation jade and was sent directly into Senior Sister Luo's path. Together, we managed to escape from the Bloodsucker Demon Sect disciples."
He left out the details about the poison that had weakened Luo Rong. For both their sakes, some things were better left unsaid.
Luo Rong briefly recalled the moment they first met, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She quickly regained her composure, but her master's sharp eyes didn't miss the slip.
"Oh, I see," Long Liu said, her tone neutral but curious. "My name is Long Liu. Since you helped my disciple, what would you like as a reward?"
Before Feng Fan could respond, Luo Rong stepped in. "Master, we've already agreed on his reward. He'll participate in the Young Generation Competition for the Qian Empire. Until then, he'll cultivate here at the Dao Seeking School. I'll handle notifying his sect."
Long Liu raised an eyebrow. "Very well, but where will he be staying?"
Luo Rong hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Uh, I-I said… he can stay in my abode."
Long Liu's eyes nearly bulged in surprise before she let out a laugh. "Well, since you two are so close, I suppose there's no issue."
"M-Master, it's not like that!" Luo Rong quickly protested, flustered.
"Okay, okay. Whatever you say," Long Liu replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, clearly amused by her disciple's reaction.
Luo Rong recomposed herself, then shifted the conversation. "Ah, one more thing. Can you refine some pills from this flower? I found it inside a cave," she asked, glancing meaningfully at Feng Fan.
Understanding her intent, Feng Fan retrieved the flower from his space ring. He had stored it there safely once they arrived at the Dao Seeking School.
Long Liu's eyes widened in surprise when she saw the flower. "Ah, a Cloudveil Flower. It's been quite a while since I've seen one. Very useful, but not for pills that boost cultivation. I can take this and give something more useful for you."
Feng Fan didn't hesitate to agree, having no reason to refuse.
Luo Rong also nodded. "Of course, master."
With a quick flick of her hand, Long Liu took the flower from Feng Fan's hand and stored it in her space ring. She then produced two jade bottles, one containing red pills and the other blue.
Feng Fan eyed them with a strange expression etched on his face. 'Should I take the red pill?'
Before he could speak, Long Liu went on. "The red pills help Foundation Establishment cultivators advance in their realm, while the blue ones will aid Luo Rong in furthering her cultivation in the Nascent Soul realm. Take them."
Luo Rong took the jade bottle with the blue pills, and Feng Fan followed suit, grabbing the red one.
She turned her gaze to Luo Rong once more. "Disciple, I'll speak with the Sect Master. The matter you've brought to light is very serious. As for your reward, I'll give it to you in a couple of days. For now, you may leave."
Luo Rong nodded, standing from her chair and cupping her hands. "Thank you, master."
She then exited in the same manner she entered.
As he watched her leave, Feng Fan followed suit. "Thank you for your hospitality, Senior."
After they left, Long Liu's lips curled into a faint smile. "This Feng Fan is quite interesting. To the untrained eye, his cultivation seems to be in the Foundation Establishment realm. But whether that's the case, or if he's following the Body Cultivation path and is at the Bone Forging realm, I can't tell, even with my high cultivation realm."
With that, she vanished from the chair where she had been sitting just moments before.
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In a chamber at the Dao Seeking School, a beautiful woman with long silver hair sat quietly. For the past few days, she had been sighing repeatedly.
"Ah, now Old Ya is getting married too… Am I the only one destined to stay single in my generation? If I had known it would turn out like this, I would've spent more time living life instead of burying myself in cultivation…"
Cough, cough.
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A sudden cough broke the silence, snapping her out of her thoughts. She quickly turned to locate the source of the noise.
A petite woman, dressed in oversized clothes, stood a few meters in front of her. Her face flushed slightly with embarrassment, but she quickly composed herself, replacing her expression with an aloof demeanor.
"Elder Long, how can I help you?"
Long Liu heard the Sect Master's words but chose not to comment. However, inside her mind, she couldn't help but smile.
'Heh, old hag. After thousands of years, you're still a virgin and single! Let's see if you dare mock me again at the next girls' meeting.'
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC120 Most Well-Behaved Disciple
After Feng Fan and Luo Rong left Long Liu's abode, Luo Rong wrapped Feng Fan in her spiritual qi and carried him a few hundred meters away, stopping in front of another dwelling that looked similar to Long Liu's.
"This is my place," Luo Rong said. "You'll stay on the second floor for the next four months. Tell me your sect's name, and I'll inform them about your situation."
Feng Fan nodded. "Thanks. It's the White Crow Sect."
Luo Rong used her token to unlock the door. The interior of her abode was almost identical to Long Liu's. After Feng Fan stepped inside, she closed the door and left.
Feng Fan turned back to the door and tried to open it, only to find it locked. "Huh, did she forget to give me a token? Should I break the array to get out?"
After a moment of consideration, he shrugged. "Ah, whatever. She'll probably be back soon."
He climbed the stone stairs to the second floor.
The second floor was bare, with plain rock walls, but Feng Fan noticed the spiritual qi density was slightly higher than it was downstairs.
"This floor must be meant for secluded cultivation," he muttered, nodding in approval. "That woman did stick to her promise."
Feng Fan sat cross-legged and began cultivating, immediately noticing that the spiritual qi in this place was at least five times denser than in his quarters at the White Crow Sect.
'Incredible! No wonder the Qian Empire is considered a backwater compared to the rest of the Black Turtle Continent,' he thought with awe.
Reaching into his space ring, he retrieved the red pills given by Luo Rong's master. Swallowing one, he focused inward, directing his attention to his body.
As the pill dissolved in his stomach, it released a torrent of pure, concentrated spiritual qi. Feng Fan quickly enveloped this energy with his own qi, refining it through the principles of his cultivation technique before guiding it into his dantian.
Within his dantian, the spiritual qi surged toward his fourth pillar. Bit by bit, the pillar began to grow, its size and strength steadily increasing with each passing moment.
A few hours later, Feng Fan felt his fourth pillar had reached its limit and could no longer grow. He redirected the spiritual qi toward his bones, fortifying them with each completed cultivation cycle.
'That dual cultivation with Qian Xiaoli really boosted my progress,' he thought, a perverted smile creeping onto his face as he recalled the unforgettable experience.
Realizing his thoughts were straying, he shook his head to clear his mind. "Focus," he muttered to himself, pushing the distractions aside and returning his full attention to cultivating.
For the next two days, Feng Fan focused solely on cultivating, ignoring his basic human needs.
Fortunately, with his Foundation Establishment and Bone Forging cultivation levels, he could go several days without tending to them. Once he reached the sixth realm, he wouldn't need to worry about such human necessities.
By the end of the second day, Feng Fan successfully broke through to the 5th stage, forming his fifth pillar within his dantian and further increasing the density and hardness of his bones.
"Not bad," he said with a satisfied grin. "At this rate, I might be able to break through to the Golden Core Formation realm before the Young Generation Competition."
A light chuckle echoed from the stairs. "Golden Core Formation should be the bare minimum for participants. Honestly, this Qian Empire is just pathetic."
Feng Fan immediately recognized the voice. Turning his head, he saw Luo Rong stepping onto the second floor, stopping at the top of the stairs.
He rolled his eyes. "What, you finally decided to show up just to insult me? What kept you so busy?"
"Unlike you, I'm an important disciple in my sect," Luo Rong replied with a smug smile. "I've been busy handling some matters. I stopped by to let you know that your sect has been informed about your situation. The person I spoke to seemed surprisingly happy—makes me think you're not exactly well-liked."
Feng Fan chuckled. "What do you know? They're probably thrilled I'll be able to improve my cultivation here. Also, could you please leave me a key? Or are you trying to imprison me? I must warn you, miss, I'm an engaged man!"
Luo Rong's eye twitched, and for a brief moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to slap him.
Taking a deep breath, she reined in her temper. As one of the gentlest senior sisters in the Dao Seeking School, she prided herself on her composure.
Yet dealing with Feng Fan was a constant reminder of why some juniors needed lessons delivered in a hard and painful way.
Luo Rong pulled out a token with Feng Fan's name engraved on it and tossed it to him. "This is yours for now. Make sure to return it when you leave."
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Feng Fan caught the token and swiftly stored it in his space ring. "Return it? I, Feng Fan, never return a gift once it's given to me!"
Luo Rong's eyes narrowed, and a cold smile curved her lips. Her aura flared, pressing down on Feng Fan like a crushing weight. "Oh? Is that so? Then you're welcome to try. I'll gladly retrieve it—from your bloodied corpse."
Feng Fan gulped audibly. "On second thought, perhaps it would be wise to make an exception—just for you, Senior Sister Luo."
Satisfied, Luo Rong let her aura recede, her cold smile replaced by a sneer. "I'll need to leave for a couple of days. Don't create any trouble, is that clear?"
Feng Fan nodded with a grin. "Senior Sister, how could I possibly cause trouble? You might not know this, but in the White Crow Sect, I'm known as the most well-behaved disciple!"
Luo Rong shot him a look filled with disbelief. "Sure you are," she replied with a tone dripping in sarcasm. "Just stay here and focus on cultivating. There's food downstairs, help yourself if you need it."
Without waiting for a response, she turned around and left, her footsteps echoing faintly as she descended the stairs.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC121 Little Brick, Hang On!
After Luo Rong left, Feng Fan suddenly slapped his forehead as he remembered something important.
"Ah! The mysterious plate I bought at the Golden Horizon Trade Alliance's auction!"
He had been so busy that he hadn't had a chance to examine it the day he acquired it, and over time, it had completely slipped his mind. Now, with four months of solitude ahead of him, it felt like the perfect opportunity to finally uncover its secrets.
He retrieved the Suppression Relic and the mysterious plate from his space ring, holding one in each hand.
The moment they emerged, both objects began to hum and tremble slightly, as if alive. The only thing keeping them apart was the firm grip he had on each. Otherwise, they seemed ready to fly toward one another, like two lovers reunited after weeks of separation.
"This had better be worth it. I sacrificed my dignity for this!" Feng Fan muttered, recalling the high price he had paid.
Feng Fan observed them both for a breath of time, then released the grip on them.
The Suppression Relic and the mysterious plate flew toward each other. The plate bent in mid-air, right in front of him, then was absorbed by the Suppression Relic.
After the fusion, no visible changes appeared on the Suppression Relic. Feng Fan moved his arm and gripped it with his left hand, trying to sense anything different.
Soon, a bad feeling washed over him. He couldn't feel the Suppression Relic anymore!
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Panic crept into his voice as he tried activating his weapon-enlarging technique. Nothing happened.
Frowning, he focused his consciousness, attempting to enter the Suppression Relic. It was no use. He couldn't connect with its inner space anymore. Desperate, he infused it with spiritual qi, but the relic remained unresponsive.
Confusion and frustration churned within him. "Little Brick, hang on! Don't abandon me!"
Feng Fan knew that without the Suppression Relic, his combat power would drop by at least half!
A storm of emotions swept over him, making him feel like he had gone through the five stages of grief in mere seconds.
"Alright, no point in wasting time overthinking this. It's only temporary. Little Brick would never abandon me!" Feng Fan declared, his voice firm as he tried to lift his spirits.
With a sigh, he placed the Suppression Relic back into his space ring and decided to focus on cultivating. Right now, it was the only thing he could do.
Just as Feng Fan was about to resume his cultivation, a knock echoed from the door.
'Who could that be?' he wondered, frowning slightly. 'It couldn't be Luo Rong, she wouldn't bother knocking at her own abode.'
Feng Fan descended the stairs and opened the door, the moment he did, a voice came out from the other side.
"Junior Sister, I came to—" The voice trailed off when the woman, expecting to see her senior sister, instead found a man standing there.
She was petite and graceful, her warmth radiating through her presence.
Her hands instinctively covered her mouth as her eyes widened in surprise. "A-Are you... Senior Sister's lover?"
Feng Fan gave her a puzzled look. 'Why is she jumping to conclusions so quickly?'
"No," he replied honestly, "I'm just a friend. I'll be staying here for the next few months."
"F-Friend?!" The woman asked, her voice filled with doubt.
'What kind of friend stays for four months with her? Eating the same meals... Sleeping in the same bed... Sharing showers…' Her thoughts raced, and she couldn't help but make a bold connection, remembering the K-dramas she'd watched.
Feng Fan, hearing her thoughts, was stunned. 'Is Korean culture invading the cultivation world now?'
Feng Fan noticed her distracted expression and cleared his throat, drawing her attention back to him.
"What business do you have with Luo Rong? She's not here."
"Ah!" The woman snapped out of her thoughts, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Sorry, my name is Yan Jie. I'm Long Liu's disciple. Master asked me to bring Luo Rong the rewards from her last mission."
Feng Fan's eyes lit up at the mention of rewards. "Well, she told me she'd be back in a couple of days. Why don't you give it to me? I can pass it on to her when she returns."
'I suppose it's fine, they're lovers after all…' she thought, lost in her own delusion.
"Alright, here it is," Yan Jie said, pulling a sack from her space ring and handing it to Feng Fan.
Feng Fan felt the weight of the sack and grinned. "Don't worry, Senior Sister Yan. Her reward couldn't be in better hands!"
Yan Jie smiled and nodded. "That's good. Junior Brother, what should I call you?"
'All the sisters will be so excited about this gossip. Who would've thought our senior sister, who always said she didn't have time for dating and focused solely on cultivation, would be hiding a man in her home!' Yan Jie thought, grinning to herself.
Feng Fan smiled, not letting her thoughts bother him. After all, whether she started false gossip or not, it had nothing to do with him.
"My name is Feng Fan, Senior Sister Yan. It's my pleasure to meet a fairy as graceful as yourself."
At his words, Yan Jie chuckled softly. "Ah, no wonder Senior Sister fell for you—you certainly know how to flatter."
Feng Fan shook his head. He felt the need to deny the gossip, even if she didn't believe him.
After all, when Luo Rong returned and wanted to kill him, he could always say the gossip was just a product of her junior sister's imagination.
"Junior Sister, I'm really not Luo Rong's lover."
Yan Jie gave him a knowing look. "I know, I know. Don't worry, Junior Brother, your secret is safe with me!"
'I'll just tell a few sisters, not many people will know,' she thought.
Feng Fan, hearing her thoughts, chuckled to himself. 'Yeah, by the end of the week, the whole sect will know about this.'
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