MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC122 Cleaning Immortal Arts?
After dealing with Yan Jie, Feng Fan closed the door and opened the sack to inspect its contents.
"Wow, what grade are these spiritual qi stones?" he murmured, his eyes widening at the sight of ten spiritual qi stones inside.
"Could these be... high-grade?" he wondered, his eyebrows shooting up in astonishment. "Damn, not even the elders in my sect have high-grade qi stones. This Dao Seeking School is filthy rich!"
He grabbed two stones and slipped them into his space ring, leaving the remaining eight in the sack. Placing the sack on a wooden chair, he turned and made his way back to the second floor.
'Since I helped her with the mission, it's only fair to take a reward for myself,' he thought with a smirk.
He took another pill from the batch Long Liu had given him and resumed his cultivation.
Fourteen days passed without interruption, and Feng Fan could feel he was inching closer and closer to the 6th stage.
On the fifteenth day, however, his peaceful routine was shattered as the door burst open with a deafening bang.
"FENG FAN!" a furious voice roared from the doorway. It was Luo Rong, her expression blazing with anger. "I'm going to kill you!"
Feng Fan's eyes snapped open, alarmed by her sudden outburst.
"Miss Luo, calm down!" he said hastily, raising his hands in defense. "Whatever you think I did, let's talk it out first!"
Luo Rong stopped mere inches from Feng Fan, releasing her aura without holding back. The oppressive energy bore down on him like a mountain, but Feng Fan calmly circulated his cultivation technique, dispersing the pressure with ease.
Her eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment, though she quickly masked it with a scowl.
"Then explain to me why the entire sect is gossiping that you're my lover!"
Feng Fan coughed lightly, trying to maintain his composure.
"Miss Luo, I swear, I'm innocent! Your junior sister, Yan Jie, came here to deliver your reward from your master. I clearly told her we were just friends, but she jumped to her own conclusions. How could I possibly be at fault?"
At his explanation, Luo Rong's anger subsided noticeably. She knew her junior sister's tendency to gossip, especially about anything that even hinted at romance.
It wasn't surprising that Yan Jie had been the source of the rumors.
The problem was, Luo Rong adored her junior sister and couldn't bring herself to be angry at her. Since she couldn't place the blame on Yan Jie, she redirected her frustration toward Feng Fan instead.
Her expression turned stern. "It's still your fault. Since you didn't do enough to stop the rumors, you'll be responsible for cleaning this entire abode four times a month from now on!"
Feng Fan, who had overheard her thought process, was completely baffled. As for the so-called punishment, he didn't mind—it barely qualified as one.
"Senior Sister," he replied with a smirk, "if you didn't want such rumors to start, shouldn't you have placed me in another cave? I think the fault lies with you, not me."
"Any other cave I could arrange for you wouldn't have such a high spiritual qi density. Are you sure you want me to find you another place?" Luo Rong said, a disdainful smile tugging at her lips.
"Ah, Senior Sister, you're truly magnanimous," Feng Fan replied, "even with your reputation taking a hit, you still insist on helping your poor junior brother. What a kind and selfless person you are!" Fake tears glistened in his eyes as he exaggeratedly clasped his hands in gratitude.
Luo Rong rolled her eyes. "When you're done cleaning, I want to see my reflection on the floor."
Feng Fan glanced down at the grey stone floor beneath him. Even if he scrubbed away every speck of dust, it was clearly impossible to make it reflective.
"Senior Sister… I don't think that's possible."
"How is that my problem?" She retorted, placing her hands on her hips.
Feng Fan sighed inwardly. 'When someone decides to be unreasonable, there's no stopping them,' he thought.
"Alright, where can I find the tools for cleaning?" He asked.
"Tools?" Luo Rong raised an eyebrow. "Why would you need tools? Here, take this."
She pulled a parchment from her space ring and tossed it toward Feng Fan.
Feng Fan unfolded the parchment, his eyes landing on the title written at the top: Cleaning Immortal Arts.
He blinked, completely dumbfounded. "This... is a technique for cleaning? Seriously?"
Luo Rong gave him a strange look, as if his question was absurd. "Of course. Don't tell me you were planning to use a broom? Just learn it and get to work."
Luo Rong descended the stairs and headed to her bed to begin cultivating. Meanwhile, Feng Fan spent a few minutes studying the Cleaning Immortal Arts before deciding to give it a try.
He pointed his hand toward the wall, channeling his spiritual qi. A faint glow spread over the surface, and when the energy dissipated, the targeted area was noticeably cleaner than the surrounding wall.
"Wow, this is really effective... but it feels kind of weird," he muttered, staring at his hand and the spotless section of the wall.
Starting with the second floor, Feng Fan got to work. Before long, the entire area was sparkling. He paused to look at the floor and admired his own reflection in its surface.
"Who would've thought it was actually possible to see my reflection? Not bad," he said with a satisfied grin.
With the second floor complete, Feng Fan headed downstairs. There, he saw Luo Rong cultivating, her serene expression focused as she absorbed spiritual qi.
Watching her tranquil beauty, his thoughts drifted to Xue Qiang. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
His chest tightened slightly at the memory of her. 'Ah, I miss that crazy girl. Four months… this will be the longest I've gone without seeing her since she transferred to my school back on Earth.'
He then thought of Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue. 'Should I… go back to the Qian Empire?' He wondered, the thought lingering in his mind.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC123 Loneliness
Feng Fan felt lonely for the first time since arriving on Red Pole.
'I wonder how Xue Qiang is doing. Will she miss me over these four months? And Huang Xue, will she make new friends during this time? As for Qian Xiaoli... will she learn to control her sadistic tendencies?' A small smile tugged at his lips at the thought.
'Less than a month, and I'm already missing them. Walking the immortal path alone feels impossible. What's the point of living forever if your loved ones aren't there to share it with you?'
Feng Fan shook his head, forcing himself to dismiss the distracting thoughts. 'Four months. I can't go back now. I need to make the most of this time and grow stronger!'
Feng Fan's resolve to grow stronger deepened. Not only did he want to achieve immortality, but he also wanted his loved ones to walk that path with him.
Red Pole was a dangerous world, and only by becoming stronger could one truly attain freedom.
'The Young Generation Competition is just the first step,' he thought, clenching his fists.
—
Sitting cross-legged, a stunning woman with long black hair focused intently on her cultivation. Yet, a hint of worry lingered on her face. In front of her lay an open cultivation manual, its title elegantly inscribed: Celestial Moon Arts.
A knock at the door shattered her concentration.
"Xiaoli, may I come in?" a familiar voice called from the other side.
"Yes, Mother," Qian Xiaoli replied, slipping the cultivation manual Feng Fan had given her into her space ring.
The door opened, and Su Liqiu stepped inside. "Xiaoli, I have news about Feng Fan from Brother Duan. He said Feng Fan is safe at the Dao Seeking School. He'll be cultivating there for the next four months until the Young Generation Competition. It seems his luck truly knows no bounds, turning disaster into opportunity."
Hearing her mother's words, a radiant smile spread across Qian Xiaoli's face. "Thank you, Mother. I'm so relieved he's safe. Now I can focus on my cultivation without any distractions."
Su Liqiu chuckled softly. "Don't worry, dear. You won't be turning into a widow any time soon."
Qian Xiaoli's cheeks flushed pink. "Mother!"
Her daughter's embarrassment only made Su Liqiu's smile grow warmer. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you to your cultivation."
With that, Su Liqiu turned and left the room, leaving Qian Xiaoli alone once more.
"Fan'er, I miss you so much," Qian Xiaoli murmured. "When we meet again, I'll make sure your delightful body pays for making me feel this way..."
Her thoughts drifted back to the time she had led Feng Fan into her red room, a smile playing on her lips as memories surfaced.
—
"What do you mean he won't be here for the next four months?!" a furious voice echoed, carrying a sharp edge that cut through the air.
The speaker, a spear-wielding woman, gripped her weapon tightly as her knuckles turned white. Her displeasure was unmistakable, her face taut with frustration.
The temperature around her seemed to rise noticeably, reflecting the storm brewing inside her.
When it came to Feng Fan, Xue Qiang couldn't conceal her true emotions.
"Xue Qiang, this is for the best," someone said in a calm yet firm tone. "There, he'll be able to progress much faster than he would here, thanks to the higher spiritual qi density. Besides, it's only four months. On the immortal path, a few months are barely worth mentioning."
Xue Qiang narrowed her eyes at the man standing before her. "Elder Jiang, even a day without him feels unbearable, let alone four whole months! I want to go to this Dao Seeking School. Tell me, how can I get there?"
Elder Jiang let out a weary sigh. "Xue Qiang, if you truly care about Feng Fan, then focus on cultivating and growing stronger. The Blue Dragon Sect has already tried to take his life, and they won't stop there. I guarantee their disciples will target ours during the Young Generation Competition. Only by becoming stronger, by having the bigger fist, can you make demands and stand by his side."
At the mention of the Blue Dragon Sect, Xue Qiang's aura erupted like a raging inferno. Flames burst to life around her, swirling and dancing with untamed ferocity.
Her cultivation was revealed for all to see: 9th Foundation Establishment Realm!
"The Blue Dragon Sect…" she growled, her voice cold. "One day, I'll erase them from existence."
Without waiting for a reply, Xue Qiang turned around and strode away, leaving Elder Jiang standing speechless.
—
"Aaaah, cultivation is so boring. I miss my K-dramas so much. Don't you agree, Huang Xue?" said a petite woman with bobbed hair and a nerdy vibe.
Huang Xue sat beside her, staring blankly at the wall.
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"Huang Xue? Are you there?" the bob-haired woman asked again, poking her arm.
Huang Xue snapped out of her thoughts and turned to the woman beside her. "Ah, sorry, Song Shu, I was just distracted. What did you say?"
A mischievous grin spread across Song Shu's face. "Hehe, what were you thinking? Was it a boy? Could it be... Feng Fan?"
At the mention of Feng Fan's name, Huang Xue's cheeks flushed slightly. "It's not like that!"
Seeing her reaction, Song Shu's grin widened. "I knew it! Huang Xue, you need to take action! That Xue Qiang girl is way ahead, if you don't make your move, you'll lose!"
Talking about Huang Xue's love life seemed to cheer Song Shu up, making her completely forget about her earlier complaint about missing K-dramas from her world.
But Song Shu's enthusiasm only made Huang Xue blush deeper. She absentmindedly touched the pendant around her neck, the one Feng Fan had given her a few months ago.
A determined look crossed her face as she asked, "Song Shu, how can I make… Feng Fan like me?"
Song Shu's grin grew mischievous. "I'm glad you asked..."
And just like that, three months flew by. The time for the Young Generation Competition had finally arrived!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC124 Hou Mengyao
At the Heavenly Sword Sect, a man with long, flowing hair and sharp, handsome features stepped out of a cave. He wore a white robe adorned with the emblem of a black sword on his chest.
The sun illuminated his face, enhancing his radiant smile and adding to his already captivating charm. A sword hung at his waist, resting elegantly in its sheath.
"Senior Brother Hou, are you done with your secluded cultivation? You've returned just in time for the Young Generation Competition. Elder Wu asked me to fetch you if you hadn't emerged within an hour," said a woman wearing similar attire to the man. Her face radiated respect and admiration for the senior brother before her.
The man surnamed Hou responded with a charming smile. "Thank you for your trouble, Junior Sister. You can return; I'll join everyone in a few minutes."
The junior sister nodded politely. "Understood, Senior Brother Hou. Everyone will be waiting at the main plaza. We'll depart for the Dao Seeking School grounds in two hours."
With that, she turned and left, leaving Hou alone at the cave's entrance.
The man's name was Hou Mengyao, the revered Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who had just emerged from five months of secluded cultivation!
'System, what's the next mission?' Hou Mengyao asked silently in his mind.
[Good day, Host. Congratulations on successfully completing the C-rank mission, 'Secluded Cultivation.' Issuing rewards now:]
The mysterious voice of the system echoed in Hou Mengyao's mind, calm and mechanical.
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[Reward 1: Advancement by 1 small realm.]
[Reward 2: Increase in sword intent by 1 level.]
A surge of power washed over Hou Mengyao as his aura grew even more intense, and his smile widened with satisfaction. His cultivation and sword intent had just taken a leap forward.
'Ah, this sensation. Perfect!' he thought, savoring the moment.
Five years ago, Hou Mengyao had been an unremarkable nobody on Earth, a man despised and ignored by society. But here, but on Red Pole, he was a cultivation genius.
'I'm destined for greatness!' he declared inwardly, his confidence soaring.
When Hou Mengyao first arrived on Red Pole, his talent was trash—just like Feng Fan's.
However, unlike Feng Fan, Hou Mengyao's cheat awakened even before his talent was tested. A system, gifted to him at the moment of his transmigration, had changed everything.
The system issued missions, and as long as he completed them, Hou Mengyao's strength would skyrocket. His immortal-level talent, a foundation that shocked everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect, had been nothing more than a beginner's gift from the system.
[New Mission Issued: 'Young Generation Competition']
[Mission Rank: B]
[Objective: Place first in the combat category.]
[Rewards: Upgrade sword intent by 2 levels; advance cultivation by 2 small realms]
Hou Mengyao's eyes gleamed with ambition as he read the notification. This was his path, paved by the system, to ascend beyond everyone else.
The Young Generation Competition was merely another stepping stone toward his ultimate destiny.
"Under the heavens, I am invincible!" Hou Mengyao declared, his voice brimming with confidence.
A surge of energy radiated from him as his sword intent and cultivation exuded an overwhelming pressure, causing the very air around him to tremble.
7th Golden Core Formation Realm!
Hou Mengyao soared through the air, gliding effortlessly toward the Heavenly Sword Sect's main plaza.
'After this competition, I'll secure an invitation to the Dao Seeking School. Only on a greater stage can I truly showcase my abilities and prove my worth,' he thought, his eyes gleaming with ambition as the wind rushed past him.
—
At the White Crow Sect, four elders stood alongside the Sect Master near a massive flying ship. Behind them, about fifty disciples stood together, murmuring among themselves in an attempt to soothe their anxious nerves.
"We must depart within the hour. Is anyone still missing?" asked Sect Master Yin Jian, his gaze sweeping over the gathered group.
Elder Jiang, one of the four elders leading the expedition, stepped forward and cupped his hands respectfully. "Sect Master, I've counted twice. Everyone summoned for this journey is present."
"Good," Yin Jian replied with a nod. His sharp eyes flicked toward Elder Jiang. "Regarding Feng Fan, who's already at the Dao Seeking School. Can we confirm he'll be competing in both the combat and array categories?"
Elder Jiang's expression twitched for a brief moment at the mention of Feng Fan, but he quickly concealed his displeasure. "Yes, Sect Master. Elder Duan has assured me that Feng Fan is fully prepared for the array category. In fact, Elder Duan believes that no one in the young generation within the Qian Empire can match his skill."
Yin Jian raised an eyebrow, skepticism flickering across his face. "If Elder Duan says so, I'll take his word for it. Regardless, he doesn't need to place first. Achieving a spot in the top ten will suffice."
'As long as he doesn't stir up any trouble, I'll already be grateful,' Elder Jiang thought privately, though he chose to keep the remark to himself.
Elder Jiang glanced at the disciples, his gaze lingering on two of them. A pleased expression crossed his face as he observed their progress.
'Huang Xue and Xue Qiang are truly the White Crow Sect's greatest assets. To think they've already reached the 2nd Golden Core Formation realm! Even considering their Immortal-level talent, this speed of advancement is astounding...'
"Disciples," Yin Jian said, his tone firm yet warm, "I won't say much. Just know that, as your Sect Master, I am proud of each and every one of you. Now, let's go!"
With that, Yin Jian and the four elders led the disciples aboard the ship.
Tan Wei, one of the disciples selected for the alchemy category, stepped inside the ship, his expression a mix of determination and nervousness.
'This will be my first chance to prove my worth,' he thought, trying to steady his nerves.
A voice echoed in his mind, belonging to Lai Hu, the Alchemist God's soul. 'Kid, this is nothing more than a competition between frogs in a well. Even this Dao Seeking School is not much. With my guidance, no one below the Immortal Realm is worth mentioning!'
A few minutes later, once everyone was aboard, the ship soared into the sky, its speed surpassing that of sound.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC125 Reunion
At the Dao Seeking School, Feng Fan sat cross-legged in Luo Rong's abode, tirelessly absorbing spiritual qi, determined to break through the barrier that separated him from the Golden Core Formation and Organ Tempering realms.
'The Young Generation Competition is almost here; it's now or never!' he thought, his face set with resolve.
With a high-grade spiritual qi stone on his lap, Feng Fan focused his cultivation technique, drawing in spiritual qi from the air and the stone until it was completely drained.
The qi flowed into his body, coursing toward the pillars inside his dantian and into his bones, taking him closer to the next realm.
But just as he was about to succeed, an overwhelming sense of danger gripped him, as though death itself had come to take his puny life.
His cultivation technique reversed suddenly, and he coughed up blood before being sent crashing into the wall behind him with a thud.
'Damn it, why can't I break through?!' Feng Fan roared inside his mind.
This was his fourth attempt within a month. Each time he tried to break through to the Golden Core Formation and Organ Tempering realms, he was struck by a violent backlash.
Due to the high density of spiritual qi in the air, Feng Fan's cultivation skyrocketed.
In just three months, he advanced from the 4th stage of Foundation Establishment and Bone Forging realms to the 9th stage. Yet, he still couldn't take the final step toward the next realm.
Knowing he wouldn't have another opportunity to improve, Feng Fan spent the remaining time focusing on healing. His cultivation technique ran continuously, allowing his body to recover and stabilize.
Just as he finished, a woman appeared in front of him.
"Hey," said Luo Rong, her voice calm but direct. "It's time. Let's go. I'll take you to the location of your competition."
Feng Fan nodded. "Let's go."
Luo Rong turned and left her abode, Feng Fan following closely behind. Without saying a word, she wrapped him in her spiritual qi and took him through the air.
They flew for a few seconds before landing on a grand plaza. Luo Rong descended gently, bringing Feng Fan with her.
Feng Fan looked around, his curiosity piqued. He noticed many people leaving from a portal.
Most of them had dejected expressions, but a few seemed happy. The variety of robes they wore made it clear that they weren't from the Dao Seeking School.
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"Who are they?" Feng Fan asked, pointing toward the group of cultivators.
"They're from another region controlled by the Dao Seeking School, the Mao Empire," Luo Rong replied. "Much like your Qian Empire, they were participating in a competition to determine how their sect's cultivation resources will be allocated for the coming years."
Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wow, the weakest among them is at the 8th Foundation Establishment realm!"
Luo Rong glanced at him with a hint of disdain. "Of course. The Qian Empire is a backwater. It can't be compared to the Mao Empire."
Feng Fan brushed off her insulting remarks and focused on the scene before him.
After everyone had passed through the portal and entered the plaza, the cultivators from the Mao Empire gathered around their elders. Each group numbered between fifty and a hundred people.
They all turned their attention to an elder from the Dao Seeking School, who was levitating in the air above them.
The elder nodded as he saw the waiting crowd. "With this, I declare the end of the Young Generation Competition for the Mao Empire. Please follow me; the results will be announced shortly."
The elder soared into the air, flying in the opposite direction from the plaza where Feng Fan stood. The cultivators from the Mao Empire followed closely behind him, rising into the sky.
"Your people should be arriving shortly," said Luo Rong. "Another elder from the Dao Seeking School will preside over the competition. Please wait here."
Feng Fan looked at her and nodded. "Thank you, Senior Sister Luo Rong."
He reached into his space ring and pulled out a token, tossing it to her. It was the same token she had given him when he first arrived.
Luo Rong caught the token and placed it into her own space ring before returning his smile with warmth. "Good luck. Until we meet again."
With that, she turned and flew off in the same direction she had come from.
Feng Fan didn't have to wait long. Within a few minutes, numerous cultivators appeared on the horizon. As he spotted them, his eyes narrowed.
'The Blue Dragon Sect. The gift you gave me, I'll return it soon.'
Dozens of meters behind the Blue Dragon Sect cultivators, Feng Fan spotted Elder Jiang and the White Crow Sect Master. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
'I never thought I'd be so glad to see this old man's face,' thought Feng Fan, looking at Elder Jiang.
Feng Fan instinctively reached for his space ring, intending to summon the Suppression Relic to fly toward them. But before he could act, he remembered that his weapon still wasn't responding.
'Damn it, more than three months, and it's still not back. What the hell happened?'
Instead of flying, Feng Fan sprinted toward where Elder Jiang and the White Crow Sect were landing. By the time they touched the ground, he was already there, grinning widely.
"Elder Jiang! It's been so long, did you miss me?"
Elder Jiang's face twisted in annoyance. "Not even a little! I hope you didn't cause any trouble here, or else…"
Feng Fan feigned innocence. "Elder Jiang, what are you talking about? I stayed in my cultivation room the whole time, didn't leave a single step…"
Elder Jiang let out a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness…"
"Feng Fan!" A voice rang out from the crowd. It was Xue Qiang.
She pushed through the disciples, rushing to him, and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. Feng Fan opened his arms and embraced her in return.
"I missed you so much…" Xue Qiang murmured, resting her head on his chest.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC126 Flying Cauldron
With Xue Qiang still in his arms, Feng Fan spoke softly. "Feng Fan? Since when did you start calling me by my name?"
Xue Qiang didn't answer right away. Instead, she took a deep breath, savoring his scent, her face faintly blushing.
Feng Fan noticed and chuckled, his hand shifting from her back to her head as he gently ran his fingers through her hair.
"Come on," he said warmly. "We've got a competition to win. After this, I'm heading back to the White Crow Sect with all of you."
Xue Qiang nodded, nuzzling her head lightly against his chest before stepping back.
"Alright," she replied, her tone soft but dangerous. "But if you disappear again, don't expect me to forgive you next time."
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Feng Fan wasn't sure if he should take it as a threat or not, so he offered a wry smile.
Elder Jiang, standing awkwardly beside Feng Fan, felt completely out of place. 'Don't youngsters these days have any sense of shame?' he thought, his expression twitching.
Just as he was about to scold them for their public display, another figure emerged from the crowd of disciples.
"Feng Fan…" A soft but cold voice called out.
Feng Fan turned to see Huang Xue, her face as aloof as ever, though her gaze held a subtle sharpness. Yet, within her mind, Feng Fan could hear her true thoughts.
'I missed you too… I also want a hug…'
The contrast between her stoic expression and inner longing made Feng Fan chuckle softly.
"Hey, Huang Xue. Long time no see," he said, stepping forward and pulling her into a hug.
Huang Xue stiffened slightly at first, her cheeks flushing faintly as she felt the weight of everyone's eyes on them. But she didn't resist. Instead, she stood still, letting herself enjoy the moment, her heart racing despite her outward calm.
"Aren't you two a bit too close?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice filled with irritation.
Huang Xue recalled Song Shu's advice and was about to fire back, but before she could, Elder Jiang cut through the tension, interrupting their love triangle.
"That's enough of a reunion, you three," he said sternly. "Save your playful antics for when we're back at the White Crow Sect."
Feng Fan let go of Huang Xue and stepped back, nodding in acknowledgment of Elder Jiang's words.
Xue Qiang, still visibly annoyed, chose to hold her tongue. She was too happy to see Feng Fan after four months and didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Elder Jiang, I heard there are four categories in the competition," Feng Fan said, steering the conversation back to the matter at hand. "Which one starts first?"
Elder Jiang glanced at him and replied calmly, "Don't worry. An elder from the Dao Seeking School will arrive soon to explain the rules and schedule."
They didn't have to wait long before another elder arrived, different from the one who oversaw the competition for the Mao Empire.
Unlike the previous elder, this one had a clearly displeased expression. "My name is Yin Bao," he announced curtly.
"I will preside over the Young Generation Competition for the Qian Empire. Each category will have a separate judge working alongside me. We will begin with the alchemy competition. Each sect is allowed to send up to five disciples for this competition. Those participating, step forward."
After Yin Bao's announcement, five cultivators from each sect stepped forward. With over a hundred sects participating, the sheer number of contestants was staggering.
Feng Fan scanned the group representing the White Crow Sect and immediately spotted a familiar figure—Tan Wei.
A grin spread across Feng Fan's face. 'With the protagonist and an Alchemist God in the mix, how could we lose? The first place in the alchemy category is practically guaranteed,' he thought confidently.
Yin Bao's expression darkened further as he glanced at the cultivators from the Qian Empire. 'How can they be so weak?' he thought, barely masking his disdain.
Despite his displeasure, he maintained his composure and continued with the procedures.
"Those not directly participating will remain here in the plaza. Screens will broadcast the competition for you to watch. As for the participants, follow me to the competition grounds."
With that, Yin Bao flew through the air toward a nearby mountain. The participants quickly prepared themselves, summoning their weapons to follow after him.
For Foundation Establishment cultivators, flight without the aid of weapons was impossible. Only upon reaching the Golden Core Formation realm could they soar unaided through the skies.
Most cultivators took to the skies on swords, their gleaming blades serving as their means of flight. But Feng Fan's attention was drawn to something far more intriguing—Tan Wei.
Instead of a conventional weapon, Tan Wei summoned an enormous cauldron. He flipped it upside down, stepped onto its base, and ascended gracefully into the sky.
Feng Fan's eyes widened in amazement. 'A flying cauldron? That's neat!' he thought, a grin spreading across his face.
After the participants arrived in a big room, no smaller than the plaza where Feng Fan was, giant screens materialized all around the plaza, broadcasting the participants from the alchemy category.
The room was filled with numerous tables, each paired with a single chair. On every table lay a sheet of paper and a pencil, neatly arranged and ready for use.
At the front stood an elder with an amicable smile. "Good morning, young alchemists, my name is Zhou Xiu. I'll be the judge for the alchemy category. It will be divided into two parts."
All the participants focused on Zhou Xiu. Some were visibly anxious, others wore expressions filled with determination, but none appeared at ease.
Tan Wei tried to keep his composure. Although he knew he was well-prepared, a hint of nervousness still lingered.
In his mind, the voice of Lai Hu, the Alchemy God, echoed sternly. 'Kid, I won't assist you here. I expect nothing less than first place. Don't disgrace my name!'
Tan Wei nodded.
"In the first stage," Zhou Xiu explained, "you will each receive a selection of herbs. Your task is to identify them and propose one or more pills that can be crafted using those herbs. Only the top one hundred participants will advance to the next round."
At Zhou Xiu's words, dozens of disciples from the Dao Seeking School stepped forward, each carrying a sack filled with herbs.
Every herb was carefully stored in a jade bottle to preserve its medicinal properties and prevent any contamination or degradation.
Each disciple from the Dao Seeking School positioned themselves in front of ten tables.
"Please, take any seat you prefer," Zhou Xiu announced. "The order of herbs is the same for all tables, so your choice doesn't matter."
Once all participants had settled into their seats, Zhou Xiu continued, "Although you are here as a group of five representing your sect, remember—this is an individual competition. Your scores will be calculated separately. Are there any questions?"
He scanned the room, allowing a moment for anyone to speak up. The participants remained silent.
After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Xiu nodded and continued, "Very well. I wish you all the best of luck! With that, I officially declare the start of the Young Generation Competition!"
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC127 First Place
The Dao Seeking School disciples retrieved the first herb from the sack. It was a red plant speckled with purple spots, its shape resembling a lavender.
"What is this?" Complained a disciple next to Tan Wei, his face a mix of confusion and frustration. "It's just the first herb, and it's already this difficult…"
Hearing him, the Dao Seeking School disciple holding the herb looked at him with disdain. "An idiot like you is representing your sect? I can tell the alchemy level in the Qian Empire is really low."
The disciple who had complained clenched his fists in anger but didn't dare respond.
Tan Wei paid no attention to their exchange and quickly wrote down his answers.
'Purple Yang Lavender. Can be used to create a low tier 2 Yang Replenishing Pill, a high tier 2 Yin Countering Pill…
Various tier 3 and tier 2 pill formulas filled Tan Wei's mind as he diligently wrote down everything he knew.
Exactly five minutes later, the disciples carefully placed the herb back into its jade bottle and retrieved the next one.
Tan Wei gave it a brief glance, instantly recognizing the herb. Without hesitation, he wrote down his next answer.
'Yellow Water Balm. Can be used to create a mid tier 3 Skin Fortifying Pill…'
The competition proceeded as before, until the fifth herb, when a disciple from the Dao Seeking School suddenly pointed at two participants. "You two. Disqualified for cheating!"
The unexpected announcement shocked the participants, who turned to watch the unfolding drama.
"What?! I didn't cheat! Do you have any proof?" one of the accused participants protested.
The Dao Seeking disciple who had caught them didn't respond, merely casting a disdainful glance in their direction.
It was Zhou Xiu who spoke next, his voice carrying through the room. "In the cultivation world, nothing is truly fair. One can cheat and go unnoticed, winning first place, but if you're caught, it only shows your incompetence. Now leave, before I revoke your sect's right to participate in the remaining categories."
Upon hearing the threat, the two caught cheating quickly exited the arena, too afraid to argue further.
If they left quietly, their sect still had a chance to recover, but if they were disqualified, it would be as if they had ruined their sect's resources. Their elder would not spare them.
After they left, the competition continued.
About ten more participants were caught cheating and forced to leave. By the time the tenth herb was finished, nearly an hour had passed since the competition began.
Zhou Xiu's voice rang out again.
"Write your name and sect's name on the paper before handing it to the disciple responsible for your table. The scores will be available in no more than ten minutes. The top one hundred will move on."
Everyone followed his instructions, and the disciples from the Dao Seeking School went around, collecting the papers.
The disciple responsible for Tan Wei glanced at his paper, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. He quickly looked at Tan Wei's name, imprinting it in his memory.
'Who would have thought such a talent would emerge from the Qian Empire…' he thought.
While the results were being calculated, Zhou Xiu continued, "The scores range from 0 to 100. Although the top 100 participants will move on, if your score is below 30, you won't be allowed to continue."
"Hey, 30 out of 100 shouldn't be too hard, right?" one of the participants remarked.
After ten minutes, the results were finally ready, and a disciple came forward to deliver the papers to Zhou Xiu.
Zhou Xiu glanced through them quickly, a look of surprise crossing his face before he quickly masked it.
"Xu Jiayi, Sun Sect, 0!" he announced.
More than a hundred participants received a 0, leaving the crowd shocked by the test's difficulty.
"Hundredth place, Chen Biya, Cold Flower Sect, 25!"
A joyful expression crossed Chen Biya's face when she heard her place, but as soon as she heard the score, the color drained from her face. Even though she had made it to the top 100, her score still fell short of the 30 needed to advance.
Zhou Xiu continued until the top 3 were announced.
"Third place, Cui Da, Blue Dragon Sect, 59!"
Upon hearing his score, Cui Da puffed out his chest, a smug smile creeping onto his face.
"Second place, Qian Shu, Qian Family, 68!"
When Qian Shu's name was called, no one seemed surprised. The Qian family was one of the most powerful in the Qian Empire, and Qian Shu was well-known for her alchemy skills.
"First place, Tan Wei, White Crow Sect, 110!"
At the mention of Tan Wei from the White Crow Sect, the crowd erupted in astonishment!
Cui Da's smug expression vanished instantly, and his face twisted in frustration. "Impossible! Wasn't the maximum score supposed to be one hundred?"
Zhou Xiu glanced at Cui Da and calmly explained, "All the disciples correcting the tests are tier 4 alchemists. When they were unsure whether an herb could be used to create a particular pill, they consulted their elders, who were at least tier 6 alchemists. If the answer was yes, the disciple received an additional point; if not, they lost two points."
Hearing Zhou Xiu's words, the participants and spectators were stunned in disbelief. The White Crow Sect wasn't known for its alchemy skills, so such a result seemed impossible!
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Was that even possible for a tier 2 or tier 3 alchemist? Did it mean that, despite being a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, he was actually a tier 4 or higher alchemist?
Elder Jiang and Yin Jian, who were watching from the plaza, couldn't hide their joy. Tan Wei had brought pride to their sect!
'When we get back, I must reward him and Elder Peng!' Yin Jian thought, barely able to contain his excitement.
"No! I don't accept this! I'm sure he cheated!" Cui Da shouted, refusing to believe that someone from the White Crow Sect could outdo him by such a large margin!
If it had been one of the top sects, Cui Da wouldn't have said anything, even if he suspected them of cheating.
Zhou Xiu turned to face him. "Cheating? What about it? If he really did cheat and wasn't caught, then I can only congratulate him. Now, quiet down, or I'll revoke your sect's right to participate."
At the mention of having his sect's rights revoked, Cui Da fell silent, no longer daring to speak.
Before the competition continued, Zhou Xiu asked, "Who is Tan Wei from the White Crow Sect?"
Tan Wei raised his hand. "I am."
Zhou Xiu looked at him with admiration and warmth. "Very impressive, young man. If you're interested, the Dao Seeking School would be honored to recruit someone with such deep knowledge in alchemy as you."
His invitation didn't end there. "And if you'd like, I would be honored to take such a promising young talent as you as my third disciple."
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Hearing Zhou Xiu's words, Feng Fan's face twitched in irritation. 'This old man is trying to steal my protagonist!'
Tan Wei cupped his hands and bowed slightly, his expression calm and composed. "Thank you, Senior, for your kind offer, but I have many people in the White Crow Sect to whom I owe deep gratitude, and I'm not ready to part ways with them. Additionally, I already have a master. A master for a day is like a father for life. I cannot accept another master in the Alchemy Dao."
Zhou Xiu's expression shifted to one of both surprise and admiration. 'What an honorable young man! How many could turn down such a tempting offer without hesitation?'
He smiled warmly at Tan Wei. "I understand your decision, young man. Loyalty and gratitude are virtues to be admired. However, know this: the doors of the Dao Seeking School will always be open to you. You are welcome here anytime, even as a disciple of the White Crow Sect."
The crowd buzzed with excitement.
"My god, the Dao Seeking School usually recruits geniuses from sects under its jurisdiction, but inviting someone before the competition ends? That's unheard of!"
"Is Tan Wei really that talented? He didn't cheat, right?"
"And he refused the invitation? What kind of madman does that?"
Even the seasoned elders watching were taken aback. It was rare for an elder like Zhou Xiu to extend an invitation so openly, let alone to offer a position as a personal disciple before the competition concluded.
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One had to understand: Zhou Xiu was at least a tier 7 alchemist! In the entire Black Turtle Continent, the number of tier 7 alchemists didn't exceed a hundred. For someone like him to personally recruit a participant in front of such a crowd was nothing short of extraordinary.
Only Feng Fan was grinning ear to ear. 'Good brother! Good brother!' he cheered internally.
Elder Jiang, standing beside him, was dumbfounded. 'Why is this idiot so happy?' he thought, his expression reflecting his confusion.
"Thank you, Senior," Tan Wei said respectfully, bowing once more to Zhou Xiu.
Zhou Xiu nodded and turned his attention back to the crowd. "Now, let us continue with the competition. For those who did not meet the requirements, whether you failed to place in the top hundred or didn't score at least 30 points, please return to the plaza."
At Zhou Xiu's words, the disqualified participants began to leave. Their expressions ranged from frustration to resignation as they exited the arena, reducing the remaining contestants to just fifty.
The air grew tense, charged with the anticipation of the next round.
"For the second and final round, we'll use the traditional method—pill concocting!" Zhou Xiu announced, his voice echoing through the room.
"Each of you will receive the same pill formula and five sets of ingredients. Your task is to create the specified pill. Points will range from 0 to 100, based on the number of ingredient sets you use and the quality of the pill you produce."
As Zhou Xiu explained the rules, the disciples from the Dao Seeking School moved efficiently, clearing the chairs and tables from the area and relocating them to another section of the room. This opened up ample space for the participants to work on their concoctions.
Zhou Xiu surveyed the fifty remaining participants. "Any questions?" he asked, pausing to give them a moment to speak.
Many participants swallowed nervously at the challenge ahead.
It was well-known that even experienced alchemists often failed multiple times before successfully concocting a new pill, even with a formula to guide them. Five sets of ingredients were barely enough to attempt such a task.
Seeing that no one raised a question, Zhou Xiu continued, "Step into the open area and place your cauldrons at a safe distance from one another. My sect's disciples will distribute the pill formula and five sets of ingredients to each of you within the next five minutes."
All the participants, including Tan Wei, moved to the area cleared of tables.
Taking a deep breath, Tan Wei reached into his space ring and summoned his cauldron, placing it carefully in front of him. The cauldron looked old and worn, its surface marked by the passage of time—it was the same one he had used to fly in front of Feng Fan.
This was a treasured gift from his grandfather.
On one side of the cauldron, the word 'Suppression' was intricately engraved.
His grandfather had once told him that this cauldron had been bestowed upon their ancestor by an immortal thousands of years ago. Since then, it has been passed down through generations of family heads, regardless of whether they practiced alchemy or not.
According to the story, the immortal was a fortune teller who had prophesied that the cauldron should remain within the family until, one day, it would find its destined owner.
At first, Tan Wei dismissed the tale as nothing more than a family legend. But when Lai Hu, his alchemy master, laid eyes on the cauldron, his reaction was nothing short of shocking.
Lai Hu had urged him to treasure it, declaring that its origins were far from ordinary. Still, he didn't give Tan Wei an explanation, saying it was too soon for him to know.
Once all the participants had settled into their positions, the Dao Seeking School disciples began distributing jade slips containing the pill formula and the five sets of ingredients to each of them.
Standing a few meters away from each participant, the disciples held paper and pens in hand.
Just like in the first round, they were tasked with observing and evaluating the performance of the participants, ultimately determining their scores.
Seeing that all the participants were ready, Zhao Xiu announced the start of the second round.
"You have five hours for this round. Once the time is up, whether you've used all the ingredients or not, you must stop immediately."
All the participants quickly began studying the pill formula. It didn't take long for the weight of the challenge to sink in.
It was a mid tier 3 Heart Demon Subduing Pill!
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Seeing the pill they were supposed to make, 90% of the participants sighed in frustration. As tier 2 alchemists, how could they possibly create a tier 3 pill on the spot?
It was utterly impossible.
Only five of them, all tier 3 alchemists, still had a chance of successfully concocting the pill.
"At least I've secured a spot in the top fifty," one participant muttered.
Even the tier 2 alchemists studied the pill formula with full concentration. Although they knew they couldn't concoct the pill, they hoped to earn some points by completing a few of the steps.
Tan Wei remained calm, showing no signs of distress. His expression was composed, unaffected by the challenge ahead.
Though he had never made a Heart Demon Subduing Pill before, he wasn't fazed by the task.
'Five sets of ingredients is too much. Create the pill on the first try!' Lai Hu said in Tan Wei's mind, increasing the difficulty.
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Tan Wei nodded and began preparing the ingredients.
"May I have a table?" he asked the disciple overseeing his challenge.
"Yes," the disciple replied.
Tan Wei grabbed the nearest table and moved it beside his cauldron. He then set down the jade bottles containing the herbs.
Before removing the ingredients from the jade bottles, Tan Wei first retrieved a bottle of ordinary water from his space ring and poured it into the cauldron. Then, he activated his spiritual qi technique, conjuring a dark red flame in his hand.
This was no ordinary fire; it was said to originate from the depths of hell itself!
The technique had been passed down to him by his master, Lai Hu. It was a Supreme-grade cultivation manual coveted by alchemists even in the Immortal World—the legendary Divine Hellfire Arts!
Zhou Xiu, who was closely observing Tan Wei's actions, furrowed his brows the moment he noticed the flames hovering above Tan Wei's hand.
'That flame… it's not ordinary,' he thought, his gaze narrowing.
Even with his experience as a genuine Return to Void realm cultivator and a tier 7 alchemist, Zhou Xiu couldn't determine the flame's true origins.
One thing was clear, though—it was anything but common!
Cui Da, who stood beside Tan Wei, caught sight of the flame flickering in Tan Wei's hand and sneered.
"Ha, what a useless flame. It seems you have some alchemist knowledge, but no real technique to back it up!" he mocked, disdain written all over his face.
The flame in Tan Wei's hand wasn't flashy, but it was infused with profound Dao laws. A mere Foundation Establishment realm cultivator like Cui Da couldn't even begin to sense its depth.
Typically, only cultivators who had reached the Dao Seeking or Divine Strength realms could perceive the extraordinary nature hidden within the hellfire's subdued glow.
Cui Da, eager to display his superiority, activated his cultivation technique. A large blue flame, at least fifty percent bigger than Tan Wei's, flared up in his hand.
"This is what a real alchemist's flame looks like!" He declared, his tone dripping with disdain as he shot a smug glance at Tan Wei.
Tan Wei paid him no attention.
Calmly and without a word, he directed his flame to the bottom of the cauldron and concentrated on the water inside. Within seconds, the cauldron's temperature began to rise rapidly, and the water nearly reached its boiling point.
Seeing that Tan Wei wasn't giving him the slightest attention, Cui Da sneered. He turned back to his own cauldron and began the pill-making process.
Meanwhile, Feng Fan, watching the interaction unfold on one of the large screens in the main plaza, couldn't contain his excitement. A mischievous grin spread across his face.
"Ah, the classic face-slapping moment. That's it, my protagonist! Crush this Blue Dragon Sect fool! Make him cough blood and fly backward like a defeated villain!" he muttered to himself, clearly enjoying the drama.
Elder Jiang, standing beside him, overheard the bizarre monologue and felt a cold sweat form on his brow.
'What is this lunatic even saying? Cough blood and fly backward? What kind of nonsense is that?' he thought, baffled by Feng Fan's colorful imagination.
When the water in the cauldron reached its boiling point, Tan Wei swiftly opened the seven jade bottles arranged on the table beside him.
He grabbed the first medicinal herb, channeling spiritual qi into his hand as he ground it into a fine powder. Once prepared, he placed the powdered herb on the right side of the cauldron.
Next, he picked up the second herb. This time, he didn't crush it. Instead, he carefully placed it on the opposite side of the first herb, its vibrant leaves glistening under the heat of the cauldron.
The third and fourth herbs followed, both placed intact into the boiling water at precise intervals, forming a perfect square arrangement.
Tan Wei pressed his hand against the side of the cauldron near the powdered herb, channeling spiritual qi into his palm to conjure a small flame.
The precise control allowed him to raise the temperature on that specific area of the cauldron, ensuring the first herb dissolved evenly and efficiently, without affecting the other three herbs.
The powdered herb dissolved quickly, spreading evenly through the boiling water and infusing the second, third, and fourth herbs. The submerged herbs began to emit a faint glow, their natural properties enhanced by the dissolved essence.
Once the first herb had fully dissolved, Tan Wei carefully added the fifth, sixth, and seventh herbs into the cauldron.
'Now comes the most critical step,' he thought, sharpening his focus.
A large bamboo spoon appeared in his hand, and he began stirring the mixture in a steady clockwise motion. The herbs gradually broke down, blending into a uniform, pale green mass.
With each stir of the spoon, the medicinal mixture grew closer to achieving its final form.
When Feng Fan spotted the bamboo spoon in Tan Wei's hand, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Bro, are you an alchemist crafting a pill or a chef making soup?"
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Half an hour after Tan Wei began concocting the Heart Demon Subduing Pill, he noticed the pale green mixture slowly darkening into a rich, dark green.
'It's time!' he thought, swiftly removing the spoon from the cauldron and storing it in his space ring.
With both hands raised, he filled them with spiritual qi and whispered, "Form!"
Inside the cauldron, the dark green liquid began to glow faintly as it swirled in a clockwise motion, gradually moving toward the center of the cauldron.
A few seconds later, when the liquid solidified and took the form of five pills, Tan Wei smashed the cauldron's left side with his left hand. The pills flew in the air, and he quickly placed them inside a jade bottle he recovered from his space ring.
"Done!" He said with a confident smile.
Cui Da, who was close to him, heard his words and lost his concentration momentarily. He couldn't believe the White Crow Sect disciple he looked down upon had successfully created the pill on his first try!
This lapse in concentration made the herbs inside his cauldron burn slightly, and a burnt smell quickly filled the room.
"Damnit!" He said.
Cui Da tried to forcefully control the ingredients inside the cauldron, but the shit had already been thrown. His forceful attempt to stabilize the situation made it even worse.
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His cauldron exploded, the powerful impact directly hitting Cui Da and making him fly backward while spilling blood!
Feng Fan watched the scene unfold and laughed loudly. "As expected! The protagonist sent the clown flying and made him spill blood! I just didn't think the clown would help! Hahaha!"
Elder Jiang, who had been observing as well, was baffled by Feng Fan's exaggerated reaction. "What's so funny? It was just a cauldron explosion. That happens all the time when alchemists are crafting new pills."
Feng Fan looked at him with disdain. "What do you know? You uncultured fool! That was clearly the result of the protagonist showcasing his incredible alchemical skill!"
Elder Jiang rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to argue. He felt that with every word exchanged, he was losing a few more brain cells.
Tan Wei, unfazed by the explosion from the nearby cauldron, calmly took the jade bottle filled with five Heart Demon Subduing Pills and handed it to the Dao Seeking School disciple, who stood there with his mouth agape, staring at him.
"Here," Tan Wei said, extending the jade bottle toward the disciple.
"You—You already made the pill?! Incredible!" The disciple exclaimed, clearly astonished by Tan Wei's success in concocting the pill on his first attempt.
The disciple took the pills from his hands, inspecting them closely. "This... 0% pill poison! How?"
"Is this really your first time making a Heart Demon Subduing Pill?" The disciple asked, his expression filled with doubt.
Tan Wei nodded. "Yes, but does it matter?"
The Dao Seeking School disciple shook his head. "No, it doesn't matter whether it's your first time or not, but it should be impossible for a tier 3 alchemist to create a pill mid tier 3 with no poison. Even tier 4 alchemists would struggle to do this..."
Before the disciple could leave to finish evaluating the pills, Zhou Xiu, who had been observing Tan Wei since he started, moved beside the disciple.
"Let me see it!" Zhou Xiu said, his calm demeanor now replaced by visible excitement.
The disciple handed over the pills as instructed. Zhou Xiu opened the jade bottle and placed a pill in his mouth.
He used his spiritual qi to prevent the pill from affecting him and carefully analyzed it inside his mouth.
After a few seconds, he exhaled, releasing a breath that carried the medicinal scent of the pill. With his spiritual qi, he effortlessly expelled the pill from his body.
Looking at Tan Wei, Zhou Xiu's face was filled with admiration and awe.
"Incredible! Incredible! Kid, tell me, who is your master? I must ask him to take me on as his disciple!"
Hearing Zhou Xiu's words and seeing his excited expression, everyone was left speechless.
A respected elder from the Dao Seeking School had completely lost his composure, practically begging a junior to show him his master, eager to become his disciple!
Cui Da, who was still recovering from the explosion, overheard this and felt a surge of anger. Blood filled his mouth once again.
He couldn't maintain his composure, collapsing to the ground. His head struck the floor, and blood poured from his mouth, staining both him and the ground around him.
The Dao Seeking School disciple standing next to Zhou Xiu looked at him in disbelief. "Elder Zhou, isn't this... a bit inappropriate?"
Zhou Xiu completely ignored him. In his mind, only advancing his alchemy skills mattered, and he was certain that anyone capable of teaching Tan Wei must be at least a tier 8 alchemist, if not higher!
Inside Tan Wei's mind, Lai Hu scoffed. 'Hmph, this old man is only a tier 7 alchemist. Even if he begged me for three centuries, I would never take such a useless disciple!'
Tan Wei smiled awkwardly, quickly finding an excuse.
"Senior Zhou, it's not that I don't want to introduce you to my master, but he's a very mysterious person. He taught me alchemy and then disappeared. He only reappeared once after that, taught me for three days, and then vanished again like the wind..."
Feng Fan, overhearing the excuse, couldn't help but smirk. 'Ah, the classic mysterious fake master excuse. Cliché, but effective. I've used that one myself!"
Zhou Xiu's expression shifted from excitement to disappointment.
"Ah, what a shame. But I understand. Your master must be truly extraordinary. If he ever has the time, please let him know that he's always welcome at the Dao Seeking School to discuss the Alchemy Dao with us. We would treat him as an honored guest of the highest regard!"
Tan Wei nodded respectfully. "Of course, Elder Zhou. I'll be sure to tell my master the next time I see him."
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Zhou Xiu nodded at Tan Wei's response, a satisfied smile on his face. "Good! Regarding the competition… 110 points! You are undoubtedly in the first place."
Cui Da, who had collapsed earlier, managed to stagger back to his feet.
He quickly circulated his cultivation technique to mend his internal injuries. Though he reluctantly acknowledged that the White Crow Sect disciple had outperformed him, he was determined to salvage his performance in the second stage.
'I still have four attempts left,' Cui Da thought, trying to bolster his confidence. 'And the alchemy stage isn't even that crucial. Even if the White Crow Sect gets lucky here, how could they possibly excel in all the other three categories?'
His mind replayed the stern words of his elders before departing for the Dao Seeking School: they could afford to lose to anyone—anyone but the White Crow Sect!
The categories weren't balanced equally.
Although the Dao Seeking School elder hadn't explicitly stated it this year, everyone knew. The Beast-Taming, Alchemy, and Array categories combined made up 50% of the total score, while the Combat category alone accounted for the other half.
Still, if the White Crow Sect could secure first place in both the Alchemy and Array categories, it would already mark a significant improvement compared to their performance in previous years.
After the initial excitement over Tan Wei's performance subsided, the competition proceeded without further incidents.
"Time's up! Everyone, stop," Zhou Xiu announced, signaling the end of the alchemy competition.
The Dao Seeking School disciples gathered in a separate room to compile the results for the second stage.
As expected, the results mirrored the first stage, with many participants receiving zero points. Among them was Cui Da—the only tier 3 alchemist to score a zero!
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At the announcement of his zero score, the color drained from Cui Da's face, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. The disdainful gazes of those around him were like daggers, and the confidence he'd flaunted after securing third place in the first stage now came back to haunt him.
"Second place, Qian Shu of the Qian Family, with 57 points," Zhou Xiu announced.
Qian Shu had managed to form two pills on her fifth attempt, a feat that set her apart from everyone except Tan Wei.
If not for Tan Wei's monster talent, Qian Shu would have been the undisputed star of this competition. Still, no one could deny her solid foundation in the Alchemy Dao.
Zhou Xiu didn't bother to announce first place again, there was no need.
For years to come, everyone present would remember the monstrous talent who had emerged in the Qian Empire that day.
"With this, the Alchemy category is officially concluded. Everyone, please return to the main plaza. Elder Yin Bao will soon announce the next section," said Zhou Xiu
The remaining fifty participants promptly left the stage and made their way back to the plaza. As they arrived, the shimmering screens vanished, and Elder Yin Bao appeared before the crowd, his presence commanding immediate attention.
In the area reserved for the White Crow Sect, Elder Jiang and Sect Master Yin Jian watched Tan Wei approach, their faces glowing with pride, as if he were a priceless gem.
"Well done, my good disciple!" Yin Jian declared with a wide smile. "When we return to the sect, I'll personally prepare a reward worthy of your achievement."
Tan Wei bowed respectfully, his voice steady and humble. "Thank you, Sect Master. I simply did my duty."
Yin Jian nodded in approval. "Talented and humble—a perfect disciple. Truly worth teaching."
"Indeed," Elder Jiang agreed, his tone thoughtful.
Then, with a sharp glance at a certain disciple nearby, Elder Jiang's expression turned wry.
Feng Fan, grinning mischievously at Tan Wei, caught his attention. "Unlike a certain other disciple here who seems to find humor in everything…"
Feng Fan, fully aware that Elder Jiang's remark was directed at him, chose to ignore it entirely. Instead, he strode over to Tan Wei with a grin.
"Well done, my good brother!" Feng Fan exclaimed, extending his hand for a handshake.
Tan Wei returned the smile, his demeanor gently, and clasped Feng Fan's hand. "Thank you, Brother Feng. I have no doubt you'll perform just as brilliantly in the Array category."
Feng Fan nodded confidently, puffing out his chest. "Of course! No one in the younger generation of the Qian Empire can match me!" His voice rang loud, as though he wanted the whole plaza to hear.
Nearby, cultivators from other sects shot irritated glances toward him.
A disciple from the Blue Dragon Sect snorted in disdain, crossing his arms. "Hmph, just another frog in a well."
Elder Jiang opened his mouth, ready to question Feng Fan about the source of his overconfidence, but before he could speak, Yin Bao's voice echoed across the plaza.
"The next section is the Beast-Taming category. Each sect may send up to five participants. Step forward now and follow me," Yin Bao announced, his tone firm and commanding.
Without waiting for a response, Yin Bao turned and began walking in a different direction than the path he had taken for the Alchemy category, his robes billowing slightly as he led the way.
Five disciples from the White Crow Sect stepped forward to follow Yin Bao. Among them was someone Feng Fan immediately recognized.
"Cao Zhu?" Feng Fan called out, his tone filled with skepticism.
Cao Zhu was a familiar face from Feng Fan's class, the same guy who had once boldly proclaimed he would kill the Demon King after transmigrating to Red Pole.
Hearing his name, Cao Zhu turned to face Feng Fan, a confident smile stretching across his lips.
"That's right! I, Cao Zhu, am a beast-taming genius!" he declared, his chest puffed out with pride. "Wait here, and watch me secure first place for our sect!"
Without waiting for a response, Cao Zhu strode off toward the competition grounds, his self-assured air leaving Feng Fan momentarily speechless.
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Unlike the Alchemy category, the Beast-Taming competition would happen in an open area, with twenty circular arenas, each several dozen meters in diameter, spread out across the field.
Hovering in mid-air above the arenas, Yin Bao and a middle-aged woman standing beside him, addressed the participants.
"Greetings, everyone," the woman began, her voice carrying authority. "I am Qin Daiyu, the judge for the Beast-Taming category. Let me explain the rules."
She gestured toward the arenas below. "The concept is straightforward—command your tamed beasts to battle. These matches will be team-based, with each sect competing against others in groups of five. Unlike the previous competition, this is not an individual challenge but a collective test of your sect's prowess."
Her sharp gaze swept over the gathered disciples, ensuring her words sank in. "Any questions?"
After a brief pause, Qin Daiyu's voice broke the silence. "Initiate the lottery."
Above her, two shimmering screens materialized, displaying the numbers of the twenty arenas. Beneath each number, the names of two sects appeared, indicating who would face off in each arena.
She gestured toward the screens. "Proceed to your assigned arenas. Each battle will be overseen by a judge who will determine the victor. Winning sects will advance to the next round, continuing until only one remains."
She continued. "For those who lose, points will still be awarded based on performance. There will be no additional matches between losing sects, so every effort in your battle counts."
Feng Fan glanced at the large screen in the main plaza and quickly found the White Crow Sect listed in Arena 15 for their first battle. Their opponent: the Sun Sect, a minor sect located not far from their own.
Turning to Elder Jiang, he asked, "Elder Jiang, what do you think our chances are in the Beast-Taming category?"
Elder Jiang hesitated, his expression far from optimistic. "Well…" he started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "You're aware of how weak our sect's alchemy legacy is, right?"
Feng Fan nodded, recalling Elder Peng's frequent laments about their struggles in alchemy.
Elder Jiang sighed deeply. "Compared to our Beast-Taming heritage... our Alchemy legacy is practically legendary."
Feng Fan's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't help but think of Cao Zhu's confident proclamation earlier.
Suppressing a chuckle, he sighed inwardly. 'Looks like I'll need to be ready to cheer him up after this…'
The five representatives from the White Crow Sect made their way to Arena 15, with Cao Zhu striding confidently at the front.
His smug smile radiating self-assuredness as though he were their undisputed leader.
Behind him, the other four disciples wore expressions of resignation. Their slumped shoulders and weary eyes made it clear—they just wanted to get this over with and return.
Hope and determination were nowhere to be found.
Cao Zhu glanced back, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Come on, everyone, cheer up! We can win this!"
One of the disciples muttered halfheartedly, "Uh, yeah… sure."
"Let's… give it our best," another chimed in, their tone equally unconvincing.
Completely oblivious to their lack of enthusiasm, Cao Zhu misinterpreted their words as genuine encouragement. He beamed with pride, nodding as if his motivational speech had worked wonders.
Turning his focus ahead, his confident smile shifted into a determined gaze as his eyes locked onto the five disciples from the Sun Sect standing across the arena.
In contrast to the subdued White Crow Sect disciples, the Sun Sect participants wore expressions of smugness and confidence, some even laughing openly.
It was as if victory had already been assured in their minds.
"Ah, we're so lucky! We got the White Crow Sect in the first round!" one of them said loudly, laughing without a care, clearly intending for the White Crow Sect to hear every word.
Hearing the mocking remark, Cao Zhu didn't react with anger or embarrassment.
Instead, he smiled confidently, his eyes gleaming with determination. 'Heh, I'll show you the true power of the protagonist. Victory, even in the most impossible circumstances, is my specialty!'
The judge standing at the center of Arena 15 surveyed both groups before raising his hand to start the match. "Summon your beasts," he commanded, his voice ringing out clearly.
At his words, both groups activated their beast-taming techniques.
Cao Zhu's summoning drew the most attention as a mid tier 2 Giant Lightning Wolf materialized before him, its silver fur crackling with electricity. The wolf let out a thunderous howl, its fierce eyes locked onto the Sun Sect's beasts, ready for battle.
Unfortunately, Cao Zhu's beast was the only one that stood out in his groups. The rest of his group's summons were far weaker—three low tier 2 beasts and a single peak tier 1 beast.
By comparison, the Sun Sect's lineup was far more consistent. Even though they weren't known for their expertise in beast-taming, their team boasted five mid tier 2 beasts.
Despite the glaring disparity, Cao Zhu's confidence didn't falter. His eyes burned with determination, as if he was already planning the moment he would turn the tables.
"Begin!" declared the judge.
Barely a minute later, the battle was over—the White Crow Sect had been soundly defeated.
"N-No. Impossible!" Cao Zhu cried out, his voice trembling with disbelief. "Wasn't this supposed to be my moment to shine?"
Tears welled up in his eyes as he tilted his head back, staring at the sky in frustration and despair.
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"Come on, Brother Cao," one of his companions said, trying to console him. "You've only been training in the Beast-Taming Dao for a year. If you had more time, you'd definitely perform better."
Another disciple chimed in, "Exactly. Don't let this get to you. Next time, you'll do much better."
Cao Zhu sniffled, their words restoring a sliver of his confidence. "Ugh, you're right…" he muttered.
His thoughts turned inward, and a flicker of determination reignited in his heart. 'What great protagonist hasn't faced setbacks before?' he reminded himself, clenching his fists.
Hours passed, and the Beast-Taming category concluded. Qin Daiyu reappeared, her calm voice cutting through the chatter as she announced the results:
"First place, the Qian Family. Second place, the Heavenly Demon Sect. Third place, the Blue Dragon Sect. Fourth place, the Mad Monkey Sect..."
After the results were announced, all participants returned to the main plaza.
When Feng Fan spotted Cao Zhu, he decided it was his duty to cheer him up. With a casual stride, he walked over and placed a reassuring hand on Cao Zhu's shoulder
The gesture brimming with the confidence of a lifelong friendship—despite them barely being acquaintances.
Cao Zhu blinked in surprise, unsure of what prompted this sudden display of camaraderie. Before he could speak, Feng Fan began.
"My friend," he said, his tone warm, "don't be disheartened by your loss. Tell me—what great protagonist hasn't faced setbacks before?"
Cao Zhu's eyes widened, and he nodded vigorously. "Exactly! That's exactly what I thought!"
"Of course," Feng Fan continued, his smile growing wider, "there's just one tiny difference, you're more like a novel's extra than a protagonist. But hey, even side characters get their moments to shine, right? So cheer up!"
The words hit like a thunderbolt. Cao Zhu's expression froze, his face turned pale, and with a dramatic gasp, he coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
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Seeing Cao Zhu collapse to the ground, coughing blood, his senior sister who participated in the Beast-Taming category with him rushed to his side.
"Junior Brother!" She exclaimed, her voice laced with worry.
She retrieved a pill from her space ring and forced it down his throat, ensuring he swallowed it.
Elder Jiang, witnessing the scene, felt his blood pressure spike. His face turned a furious shade of red as he bellowed, "FENG FAN!"
He stormed toward Feng Fan, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
Feng Fan raised his hands in innocence. "I was just trying to cheer him up! How was I supposed to know he'd take offense at being called a novel's extra? There are plenty of stories where extras are overpowered! I thought it was a compliment!"
Elder Jiang's jaw tightened, his patience visibly thinning. "From this moment on," he growled, "keep your mouth shut!"
Feng Fan sighed in mock resignation, nodding solemnly.
'Kindhearted people like me really have it rough...' he thought.
Yin Bao, who had already returned to the main plaza, addressed the crowd. "Alright, it's time for the third category: Arrays. As with the previous two, each sect can send up to five participants. Step forward and enter the portal below me."
Unlike the earlier categories, where participants had to fly to specific locations inside the Dao Seeking School, a massive purple portal, about ten meters high, shimmered into existence beneath Yin Bao.
Feng Fan's eyes sparkled at the sight. 'A man-made pocket dimension? This Dao Seeking School really is something!'
Feng Fan stepped forward, his face radiating confidence. "It's time for the—"
He paused mid-sentence, his eyes shifting to Cao Zhu, who was still sprawled on the ground, barely conscious after his earlier ordeal.
A brief wave of second-hand embarrassment washed over him. With a resigned sigh, he muttered, "Never mind. Let's just get this over with," before striding toward the portal.
Behind him, four other disciples followed, all pre-selected by Elder Duan—Feng Fan's master, who hadn't attended the event.
As Feng Fan stepped into the portal, his surroundings blurred and shifted. For a breath of time, nausea threatened to overwhelm him, but he managed to keep it under control.
'These portals are the worst! Can't they make them less disorienting?' he grumbled internally.
The participants found themselves in an open field, where the ground was covered with dry soil and patches of creeping grass stretching as far as the eye could see.
When Feng Fan's vision stabilized, the first thing he noticed was a young man with long hair hovering gracefully in mid-air before them. The man radiated confidence, his posture and expression suggesting he was used to having control over the situation.
"I am Gao Xiaobo, your judge for the Array category," the man announced. "The competition will be divided into two stages."
He gestured toward a red flag fluttering in the distance, about two kilometers away. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he continued.
"The first stage is simple. If you can successfully touch the red flag, you'll be teleported to the second stage. It doesn't get easier than that, right? You have twenty-four hours."
All the participants fixed their gaze on the distant red flag, their skepticism clear.
No one believed the challenge would be as straightforward as Gao Xiaobo claimed. The easier he made it sound, the more they suspected hidden difficulties.
"Oh, and one more thing," Gao Xiaobo added with a sly grin. "Don't even think about flying. Those who try... well, let's just say they'll regret it. Any questions?"
When Feng Fan heard Gao Xiaobo's words, he quickly activated his spiritual qi vision, allowing him to assess the surroundings in detail. What he saw immediately made everything clear.
'The ground is packed with tier 1 and tier 2 arrays, but the skies… the skies are swarming with tier 3 arrays!' he thought, his surprise evident. 'I've never seen so many arrays packed together in one place.'
In the Array Dao, breaking through a tier 1 array typically required the expertise of a tier 2 Array Master. To dismantle a tier 2 array without brute force, one had to be a tier 3 Array Master, and so on.
This meant the challenge on the ground was aimed squarely at tier 2 and tier 3 Array Masters. As for the skies… they were clearly reserved for those skilled enough to contend with tier 3 arrays—an entirely different league.
Before Gao Xiaobo could officially start the competition, Feng Fan shot his hand up and shouted, "I do!"
This was the first time since the start of the Young Generation Competition that anyone had dared to ask the judges a question.
Elder Jiang, who had been watching from the main plaza, felt his stomach churn. His face turned pale as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
'No! Not you! Feng Fan!' he screamed internally, already dreading what was about to happen.
'Every time this brat opens his mouth, nothing good ever comes out of it!' He thought.
"Oh?" Gao Xiaobo turned to Feng Fan, his curiosity piqued. "What is it, young man?"
Feng Fan stepped forward, his tone casual but with a hint of provocation. "If I manage to pass through the field by flying over it, will there be an additional reward?"
The question hung in the air for a moment before Gao Xiaobo burst into laughter. 'What kind of fool would ask such a thing?' he thought.
"There's no reward because it's impossible for any of you!" he declared, his expression mocking.
Feng Fan shook his head, sighing dramatically. "What a pity. So the Dao Seeking School doesn't encourage its disciples to push their limits? I suppose I'll just settle for the easiest route then. No real challenge, no excitement… How disappointing." He let out another exaggerated sigh, his face painted with false disappointment.
A vein visibly throbbed on Gao Xiaobo's forehead. "Easiest route?!"
As the one who had painstakingly designed the challenge, Gao Xiaobo felt a surge of indignation. This was a blatant insult to his work!
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Seeing the anger etched on Gao Xiaobo's face, Elder Jiang paled, beads of sweat forming on his brow. 'Oh, Heavens, what did I do to deserve such a disciple?'
In contrast to him, Feng Fan's smile widened, clearly happy with Gao Xiaobo's reaction. "How about one hundred high-grade qi stones?" he asked casually.
Gao Xiaobo raised an eyebrow, his disdain barely concealed. A hundred high-grade qi stones weren't much to him, but for a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Qian Empire, it was a colossal sum.
Typically, one high-grade qi stone was worth ten thousand middle-grade qi stones, but in the Dao Seeking School's territory, no other sect had access to high-grade qi stone mines. The demand was high, and the scarcity turned the stones into priceless treasures.
If the Qian Emperor could purchase a single high-grade qi stone for one hundred thousand middle-grade qi stones, he'd do so without hesitation.
"Quite greedy, aren't you?" Gao Xiaobo sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Fine. I'll reward you, but If you fail to reach the red flag or touch the ground after leaving the safe zone, your sect will lose its right to participate in the Combat category. How does that sound?" His expression screamed confidence, certain Feng Fan wouldn't dare accept such a reckless bet.
The disciples of the White Crow Sect collectively held their breaths, their thoughts in unison: Feng Fan, you lunatic, don't do it!
But their silent prayers went unheard—even if Feng Fan heard them he would ignore without hesitation.
Feng Fan clapped his hands together. "Deal! Let's get started!"
Elder Jiang, who had been barely holding himself together, coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Before blacking out, his final thought was one of pure despair: 'We are doomed!'
Yin Jian, standing next to Elder Jiang, paled but somehow managed to stay upright. Circulating his cultivation technique, he stabilized his tense nerves.
As he glared at Feng Fan, he silently cursed, 'Elder Duan, when we return to the sect, I swear I'll punish you and this unfilial disciple!'
Gao Xiaobo's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn't expected this disciple to be such a madman!
"Oh? Since you've accepted, I'll extend the same challenge to everyone. Is anyone else brave enough to take on the same terms?"
The other participants glued their mouths. No one wanted to risk being mistaken for a fool. If this madman wanted to drag his sect into disaster, let him do it alone!
Only the four other participants from the White Crow Sect despaired.
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Seeing no one step forward, Gao Xiaobo shook his head, feigning disappointment. "What a shame. It looks like we only have one cultivator with true courage here…" He paused, then grinned. "The competition officially starts now!"
"Feng Fan, this…" One of the participants from the White Crow Sect opened his mouth, clearly about to plead with him to reconsider, but Feng Fan cut him off before he could finish.
"Do you have a sword?" Feng Fan asked, looking at him expectantly.
"A sword?" The participant blinked in confusion.
Feng Fan nodded. "Yes. Lend it to me." He extended his hand toward the man.
The man was confused by Feng Fan's request but handed over his sword.
'I hope this works. If not, I might have no choice but to pray for Little Brick to come back,' Feng Fan thought.
Since he wasn't yet at the Golden Core Formation realm, he couldn't fly without a weapon. His usual flying tool, the Suppression Relic, was currently out of commission.
The only option was to attempt his flying technique using the borrowed sword.
'Little Brick, please don't hate me… I'm only doing this because you left me,' Feng Fan mused.
For a moment, he felt like a cheating husband. His wife had gone away for work, and now he was seeking comfort in another woman, just to fill the emptiness.
Feng Fan channeled his spiritual qi into the sword. While the weapon resisted at first, it eventually responded to his efforts.
Slowly, the sword expanded just enough for him to stand on it with both feet.
He leaped onto the sword and willed it to slice through the air. Unfortunately, his flying technique, though adaptable to other weapons, was specifically optimized for use with the Suppression Relic.
The sword wobbled like a flag caught in a storm, and his speed was painfully slow—barely faster than a turtle's crawl. The sight was almost comical: a Foundation Establishment cultivator struggling to perform a basic sword-flying technique.
Elder Jiang, who had just regained his composure, saw the spectacle and felt blood rising in his throat. Laughter erupted around him.
"With disciples like this, no wonder the White Crow Sect has fallen so low."
"In my two thousand years of life, I've never seen such an incompetent disciple. Truly an eye-opener!"
Even Gao Xiaobo, hovering above the scene, couldn't help but chuckle at the pitiful display.
"Boy, if you keep this up, even flying in a straight line toward the red flag with no obstacles, you won't make it in time!" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.
Feng Fan ignored Gao Xiaobo's mocking and focused on increasing his speed. He knew the real challenge wasn't evading the arrays—it was reaching the red flag within twenty-four hours.
Still within the safe zone, he began maneuvering the sword in controlled circles, gradually building up speed.
After a few minutes, he managed to go faster than a snail's pace and reduced the sword's trembling to a slight quiver—enough to resemble a flying sword immortal afflicted with Parkinson's disease.
'Good enough,' he thought, nodding to himself.
Before making his move toward the red flag, Feng Fan glanced at the other participants.
All of them, including the White Crow Sect disciples, were already engaging with the first set of arrays, painstakingly attempting to break through.
The field was a chaotic mix of traps, from illusion arrays to sword-killing arrays. One female disciple from the Sun Sect had been caught in an illusion array and was now loudly shouting out some very inappropriate fantasies involving her senior and junior brothers together.
Feng Fan shivered at the sound. "Dammit, why does it have to be yaoi lovers?" he muttered, steering his gaze away quickly.
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