MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC135 These Guys Are Too Incompetent
Feng Fan soared through the skies on his borrowed sword, with more agility than a turtle. In five minutes, he had traveled a hundred meters, positioning himself right in front of the first tier 3 array.
Watching Feng Fan finally approach the first obstacle, a mischievous grin spread across Gao Xiaobo's face. 'This brat is about to suffer,' he thought, savoring the moment.
As Feng Fan neared the illusion array's boundary, Gao Xiaobo anticipated his inevitable collision. But just before he crossed into the array's perimeter, his sword made an abrupt ninety-degree turn to the right, neatly skirting the edge of the array.
The maneuver was so precise that it almost seemed intentional.
Gao Xiaobo's eyes widened in surprise. 'What a lucky bastard!' he thought, his grin faltering. 'But luck can only carry you so far.'
Gao Xiaobo kept a close eye on Feng Fan as he approached another array, a high tier 3 killing array.
'If he steps into that with his cultivation level, he'll be shredded to pieces in a breath of time,' Gao Xiaobo thought. 'Maybe I should step in and save this fool.'
But just as Gao Xiaobo was about to intervene, Feng Fan's sword made another sharp ninety-degree turn, this time veering to the left. The move was as precise as before, avoiding the array by mere inches.
Gao Xiaobo's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the field. "The first time could've been dumb luck, but the second? There's no way that's a coincidence! This brat knows exactly where the arrays are. But how?!"
The spectators, hearing Gao Xiaobo's outburst, began to murmur amongst themselves, their curiosity piqued by Feng Fan's seemingly uncanny ability.
Qian Xiaoli, standing beside the Qian Emperor as she awaited the Combat category, chuckled softly to herself. 'That's right. That fool would never do something he wasn't confident in,' she thought, her eyes following Feng Fan's progress.
Even some participants on the ground glanced upward, noticing Feng Fan's movements. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire
Despite his slow flying speed, he was still making better progress than anyone below. The reason was simple—he hadn't triggered a single array.
The closest person to the red flag was a disciple from the Blue Dragon Sect. He was painstakingly working to break a tier 2 freezing array when Feng Fan's gaze landed on him.
"Ah, my good friend from the Blue Dragon Sect," Feng Fan muttered with a grin. "Since I can't repay your elders for their kindness, perhaps I'll settle the score with their disciples instead."
After lowering his sword slightly, Feng Fan crouched down and made a quick, precise adjustment to the array with his left hand.
Before the Blue Dragon Sect disciple realized what was happening, the freezing array activated.
The disciple's eyes went wide in horror as he saw the array flare to life. He tried to retreat, but it was too late.
His legs began to frost over, and in moments, he was completely encased in ice—a human statue frozen in the middle of the field.
The crowd let out a collective gasp as Feng Fan's lips curled into a sly smirk. "One down, four to go," he muttered, his tone laced with mischief.
Glancing over his shoulder, he quickly pinpointed the other disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect scattered across the field. His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
'I'll make sure none of you reach the second stage. No, better yet…' He paused, the spark of a bolder idea igniting within him. 'I'll make sure no one but the White Crow Sect reaches the second stage!'
A devious plan began to take shape in Feng Fan's mind.
As Feng Fan continued using his flying technique with the borrowed sword, his movements became smoother, and his speed increased slightly. In less than two hours, he was the first to reach the area near the red flag.
The second-closest participant had only managed to cover about 800 meters, highlighting the vast difference in their progress.
Gao Xiaobo watched as Feng Fan successfully left the maze of arrays and sighed heavily. "It seems I really lost to a brat who's barely out of diapers…"
But just as he resigned himself to the outcome, Feng Fan unexpectedly turned his sword around and flew back toward the edge of the array field, positioning himself right where the final arrays separated the red flag from the other participants.
Elder Jiang, watching this sudden change, felt his heart tighten painfully in his chest. "What is this unfilial disciple up to now?!" he said, nearly choking on his own breath.
"Boy, aren't you going to touch the flag?" Gao Xiaobo asked, his curiosity piqued as he watched Feng Fan's unexpected maneuver.
Instead of answering right away, Feng Fan calmly began drawing tier 3 arrays in midair.
"No one said I couldn't stop the other participants from reaching the red flag, right?" he replied with a mischievous smile.
Gao Xiaobo's jaw nearly dropped, and he almost choked on his own saliva in shock. 'No one else has the luxury to stop and play games like this… only you!' he thought bitterly.
Clearing his throat to mask his disbelief, Gao Xiaobo finally responded, "No, you're free to do as you wish. But remember, if you don't touch the flag in time or step on the ground, you'll lose the bet."
Feng Fan nodded without a hint of hesitation. "No problem. These guys are too incompetent, none of them stand a chance against me anyway."
Feng Fan's arrogant words sent waves of fury through the crowd watching the competition.
These cultivators represented the elite of the young generation, yet this man dared to call them incompetent!
The Sect Master of the Blue Dragon Sect glared at Feng Fan, his fists clenched tightly in rage. "That arrogant brat… just wait until I get my hands on you. Then we'll see how cocky you are."
His face darkened as regret gnawed at him. 'I should've killed him four months ago, when I had the chance.'
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC136 Going Somewhere, Little Lamb?
After two hours of meticulous work, Feng Fan finally completed his custom array minefield. Meanwhile, the other participants kept advancing until the first triggered one of his traps.
The unfortunate victim was a cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect. As soon as he stepped into the array, he felt an ominous danger.
"Damn it! This is a tier 3 lightning array!"
Reacting quickly, he formed a series of hand seals, managing to halt the array's activation just long enough to step back. Relief flashed across his face, but Feng Fan wasn't about to let him escape unscathed.
Hovering just above the ground on the borrowed sword, Feng Fan appeared behind him with an unsettling grin. "Leaving so soon, my friend?"
Before the man could react, Feng Fan landed a swift kick to his back, propelling him directly into the array's center.
"Bastard! Just wait till I catch you!" the disciple shouted in panic as his body flew toward the trap.
He didn't have long to curse. The instant he landed in the array's core, bolts of lightning crackled and rained down from above, striking him relentlessly.
"AAAAAAAH!"
Screams echoed through the air as he was fried nearly to death. Before the lightning could claim his life, Gao Xiaobo intervened, rescuing the charred but alive disciple from a fatal end.
The crowd sucked a breath of cold air, their faces a mix of disbelief and anger at Feng Fan's ruthless tactics.
"This Feng Fan is shameless! The White Crow Sect should be disqualified immediately!"
"Exactly! Where is the justice in this? Judge, expel him! Revoke the White Crow Sect's right to participate!"
Yin Bao glanced at the complainers with a look of disdain but didn't bother to respond.
'Disqualification? Pathetic. Just as he said, they're too incompetent. Let them suffer, it's a cruel world out there for the powerless,' he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Feng Fan glanced over his shoulder and spotted his next target. A sly grin crept across his face. 'Ah, a member of the Qian family... My dear black belly father-in-law. Consider this a little payback.'
He chuckled internally at the thought but kept his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was for Xue Qiang to overhear and turn his mischievous fun into a death sentence.
The Qian family disciple never saw it coming. The moment he stepped into Feng Fan's array, his expression twisted in shock and panic.
"Why is there a tier 3 array here?!" he yelled, his voice shaking.
Like the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple before him, he frantically tried to delay the array's activation while retreating. Unfortunately, his fate seemed destined to mirror his predecessor's.
"Going somewhere, little lamb?" Feng Fan's mocking voice echoed as he delivered a swift kick to the man's back, sending him stumbling toward the array's center. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire
"Ah! Which bastard dares to kick me?!" the disciple cried out, tears streaming down his face as his impending doom unfolded before him.
The moment he hit the ground, dozens of ethereal swords materialized, hovering menacingly around him. He caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye and swallowed hard.
'I'm dead!'
That singular thought lingered until the swords launched toward him. Just as he braced for the end, Gao Xiaobo appeared, intervening to save him at the last second.
"Not bad, not bad. Truly a heartwarming judge, always swooping in to save the incompetent," Feng Fan quipped.
The Qian Emperor's fists clenched tightly, his jaw grinding audibly.
"This brat… he's courting death!"
Gao Xiaobo rolled his eyes. The competition he had meticulously planned had been turned on its head by none other than Feng Fan.
'Who would've thought a little troublemaker like him would have this much talent?' Gao Xiaobo thought bitterly. 'Of all the competitions I could've overseen, my first one had to involve this brat... just my luck.'
He shot another glance at Feng Fan, a mix of frustration and admiration flickering in his eyes. 'This kid is a prick, but a ridiculously talented one.'
After several hours, all participants who had managed to navigate the tier 1 and 2 array fields met their end at Feng Fan's hands. The only other competitor remaining was a fellow White Crow Sect disciple, whom Feng Fan graciously allowed to touch the flag.
In the main plaza, Hou Mengyao watched Feng Fan's performance with amusement. His mood shifted when his sect master leaned toward him, seething with rage.
"Hou Mengyao," the sect master growled, his tone filled with fury, "if you encounter that bastard in the Combat category, show no mercy. Kill him like a dog! No—kill anyone from the White Crow Sect like a dog!"
Hou Mengyao nodded without hesitation. Mercy had no place in his mind when dealing with enemies.
Similar sentiments echoed across the plaza as enraged sect masters and elders issued their commands. Elder Jiang, overhearing these commands, felt a chill run down his spine.
'We're doomed,' he thought.
Feng Fan, unaware of the trouble he had stirred up for his sect, stood confidently beside the red flag.
"It seems I've won, Senior. I'll be waiting for my reward. Surely, a senior as honorable as you wouldn't refuse to pay, right?"
A vein throbbed visibly on Gao Xiaobo's forehead. "Brat, who do you think I am? It's just a hundred high-grade spiritual qi stones. That's nothing to someone like me!"
The spectators who overheard Gao Xiaobo's declaration couldn't help but sigh.
Only an elder or elite disciple from the prestigious Dao Seeking School could dismiss such an amount so casually. To most of them, a single high-grade qi stone was a rare treasure, invaluable for cultivation.
Feng Fan grinned, satisfied. "Great! I'll be expecting them soon." With that, he confidently touched the red flag. When his hand made contact, he disappeared, teleported to another location within the pocket dimension.
Gao Xiaobo turned to glance behind. Seeing that no participants remained, he sighed and activated his own teleportation to follow Feng Fan and the other White Crow Sect disciple to their next destination.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC137 No Orb Shall Escape My Sight!
In the location designated for the second stage of the Array category, Gao Xiaobo, Feng Fan, and the other White Crow Sect disciple, Jin Wei, stood above a circular arena.
Feng Fan wore a broad smile, his hand extended toward Gao Xiaobo, clearly expecting his reward.
Gao Xiaobo looked at him with disdain, retrieved a sack from his space ring filled with a hundred high-grade spiritual qi stones, and tossed it toward Feng Fan.
Feng Fan caught it and quickly stored it in his own space ring. "Thanks! A pleasure doing business with you," he said with a cheeky grin.
Ignoring Feng Fan's remark, Gao Xiaobo cleared his throat and announced the results.
"Feng Fan of the White Crow Sect: second place. Jin Wei of the White Crow Sect: first place. As for the others... let's just say they all tied for last."
Feng Fan's smile froze. He blinked in confusion before turning to Gao Xiaobo with a puzzled expression. "Huh?! Why am I second?"
Gao Xiaobo smirked, clearly savoring the small victory. "Since there won't be a second stage, and you were the second to touch the red flag, you're second place. Simple as that."
Feng Fan's gaze shifted to Jin Wei, his frustration evident.
Jin Wei raised his hands defensively, his face pale. "S-Sorry, Brother Feng!"
Feng Fan sighed and shook his head. "Never mind."
Gao Xiaobo clapped his hands, clearly eager to be done. "Alright, you've got your reward, and the competition for the Array category is over. Now, goodbye!"
With a flick of a sleeve, Gao Xiaobo opened a portal behind Feng Fan and Jin Wei. Before either could react, he shoved them through, ending their time in the arena unceremoniously.
Thud!
Feng Fan landed with his butt kissing the ground, thanks to Gao Xiaobo's less-than-gentle shove.
"Damn it, couldn't he have been a little gentler?" he muttered, brushing dirt off his robes.
As he stood up, he noticed dozens of eyes fixed on him, the air thick with hostility.
"Wow, looks like I'm the center of attention," he said, his tone laced with mockery.
"What's the occasion? Oh wait, let me guess. Everyone here is thinking about killing me, right?" He grinned smugly. "Heh, but none of you have the guts to do it inside the Dao Seeking School."
One of the cultivators from the Blue Dragon Sect stepped forward, his expression dark. "Bastard, enjoy that victory while you can. I swear, if you participate in the Combat category, you're not leaving it alive!"
Feigning terror, Feng Fan placed his hands over his mouth. "Oh no, I'm so scared!" he gasped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Then, his mock fear shifted into a cocky smirk. "Let's just hope you put up a better fight than your sect mates did last time."
The Blue Dragon Sect disciple's face flushed with anger, his fists trembling. He hadn't been a participant in the previous round, but Feng Fan's words hit their mark.
Meanwhile, the disciples from the White Crow Sect stood to the side, their faces pale with dread. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire
"He's insane," one of them whispered.
"Why does he keep provoking everyone?" another hissed, their voice trembling.
It was one thing to antagonize the Blue Dragon Sect—their enmity was already set in stone. But provoking every other sect?
Only someone with a death wish would go that far.
The elders and sect master from the White Crow Sect were trembling with anger. Elder Jiang decided to step forward.
Even if the harm was already done, he had to stop this crazy kid!
Elder Jiang grabbed Feng Fan by the ear and began dragging him away like a misbehaving child. "That's enough! Come here and stay quiet until the next competition," he said sternly.
"Ouch! Elder Jiang, go easy on me!" Feng Fan protested, wincing in pain. "I just got us first and second place in the Array Dao! Shouldn't I be rewarded? Why am I getting punished instead?"
Elder Jiang's grip tightened slightly as he replied, "Because your mouth is causing more trouble than your victories are solving!"
Yin Bao hovered in the air, observing the unfolding scene with growing intrigue.
'Heh, this brat is something else. I didn't expect someone this talented in the Array Dao to come from the Qian Empire. Even when compared to the geniuses of the Dao Seeking School, he's still a complete monster.'
"The third category is now complete. I'll explain the rules for the Combat category next," Yin Bao announced, his voice echoing for all to hear. "After this, each sect will have two hours to discuss their strategies."
He raised his hand, revealing eight glowing orbs, each a different color of the rainbow, along with one that shone pure white.
"For the Combat category, up to 50 disciples from each sect can participate," he continued. "Each participant will be given a wristband. The objective is to collect these orbs. Each orb is worth a set number of points, and at the end of the two-week competition, the points will be tallied based on the total number of orbs collected by each sect, not by individual performance."
"The more valuable an orb is, the fewer of them you'll find inside the pocket dimension," Yin Bao explained. "Here's how the points break down: the red orb is worth 10 points, orange is 50 points, yellow is 250 points, green is 1,500 points, blue is 10,000 points, indigo is 75,000 points, violet is 500,000 points, and finally, the white orb is worth 500 million points."
He paused, letting the crowd absorb the information before continuing.
"The closer you get to the center of the pocket dimension, the more valuable the orbs you'll find, but you'll also encounter much stronger demon beasts. As for the white orb, there's only one.
"It will be located at the very center of the pocket dimension. Unlike the other orbs, which can be stored in your wristbands, the white orb cannot be stored and will belong to the individual closest to it when the two-week time limit ends."
"The orbs stored in the wristbands can be stolen by other participants. Everyone will be teleported randomly to the outskirts of the pocket dimension. Any questions?" Yin Bao asked.
He waited a few moments, scanning the area. Seeing no one raised a question, he continued.
"Good," he said with a nod. "The two-hour preparation time starts now. Once it's over, a portal will open beneath me, and all participants must enter within five minutes. Don't be late!"
While Yin Bao showcased the orbs, Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision. To his surprise, each orb radiated spiritual qi that corresponded to its color. The higher the orb's point value, the denser the spiritual qi it contained.
A smile spread across Feng Fan's face. 'In the brightest day, in the darkest night, no orb shall escape my sight!'
As Yin Bao concluded the explanation of the rules, disciples from the Dao Seeking Sect began appearing around the plaza.
Each carried a box containing 50 wristbands, which were distributed to the sect masters or elders of the respective sects. It was then the elders' responsibility to hand them out to the disciples chosen to participate in the Combat category.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC138 Cut Those Ears Off Since They're Useless
As Elder Jiang handed out the wristbands, Feng Fan stood nearby, rubbing his sore ear where the elder had firmly gripped him earlier.
Huang Xue, quietly observing from a few meters away, suddenly drifted into a memory.
—
"Huang Xue, when the boy you like is in pain, you need to give him some attention and care," Song Shu said with a serious expression.
Huang Xue tilted her head, curiosity lighting up her eyes. "How do I do that?"
"Simple. Kiss the spot where it hurts and tell him it'll get better soon. Oh, and don't forget to give him a hug. Boys love hugs."
She paused for a moment, sneaking a glance at Huang Xue's figure. 'Especially if they're from someone as big-boobed as you,' Song Shu mused privately, eyeing Huang Xue's mountain peaks.
Huang Xue nodded earnestly, committing the advice to memory.
"Oh, and don't forget to smile more!" Song Shu added, recalling a crucial detail.
—
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She approached Feng Fan, who was still distracted, and gently placed her right hand on his face.
"It's alright. Let me kiss it so the pain will go away," she said softly, leaning in to plant a light kiss on his ear while caressing his cheek.
Feng Fan froze, utterly stupefied. He hadn't seen this coming. 'What just happened?' he thought, his mind racing.
"Uh, t-thank you, Huang Xue," he stammered, still processing the situation.
Seeing Feng Fan's gratitude, Huang Xue's heart swelled with joy. 'It's working, just like Song Shu said!' Her face brightened as she smiled.
"No problem," she replied sweetly.
Then, she placed her other hand on his head and pulled him closer, guiding his face to rest against her chest. Feng Fan found himself bent slightly at the waist, his head buried in her soft, comforting mountain peaks.
As if the crowd around them didn't exist, Huang Xue began gently stroking his hair.
Feng Fan couldn't help but sniff. 'Floral scent, not bad, not bad!' he mused, momentarily enjoying the situation despite its awkwardness.
"Huang Xue, what do you think you're doing?!"
His brief moment of peace was shattered by a voice cutting sharply through the air.
The temperature around them seemed to spike as Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up. 'Oh no… Qinqin!' he thought, his stomach sinking.
Without wasting another second, he quickly stepped back, creating some distance between himself and Huang Xue.
Huang Xue's face fell slightly as Feng Fan stepped away, but she quickly turned her sharp gaze to Xue Qiang. "He was hurt, and I was helping him," she said, her tone calm but firm, as though stating an undeniable truth.
A vein visibly throbbed on Xue Qiang's forehead. "He's mine. Don't touch him," she snapped, summoning a spear into her hand with a crackling surge of temperature.
Huang Xue's eyes narrowed. Not one to back down, she summoned her sword and activated her cultivation technique, her aura flaring in response to the threat.
Feng Fan, sensing things spiraling out of control, quickly stepped between the two girls, raising his hands in a placating gesture.
"Ladies, let's calm down! We're on the same team, remember?"
"Get out of the way!" they snapped in unison, not sparing him even a glance.
Feng Fan froze, dumbfounded. He began questioning if he was even the cause of their argument since he was being completely ignored.
Just as the tension reached a boiling point, Elder Jiang's voice cut through the chaos. "Enough! You two, stand down! Save this nonsense for when we're back at the sect."
The commanding tone left no room for argument. Both Xue Qiang and Huang Xue hesitated before reluctantly putting away their weapons, their energy fading as they stepped back.
Feng Fan let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.
Elder Jiang turned his stern gaze on him. "And you!" he barked, his tone sharp as a blade. "Did what I told you earlier go in one ear and out the other? Maybe I should just cut those ears off since they're useless anyway!"
Feng Fan gulped, a nervous laugh escaping him as he scratched the back of his head. "Ah, Elder Jiang, no need for that… I'll be more attentive next time!"
'How is this my fault?!' thought Feng Fan indignantly.
Elder Jiang, clearly accustomed to Feng Fan's antics, chose to ignore him. Without wasting another word, he retrieved three wristbands from the box handed to him by a Dao Seeking School disciple and gave one to each of them.
"When I finish distributing these wristbands, I'll call the three of you over to discuss strategies for the upcoming battle," Elder Jiang said curtly before turning and walking away to address another disciple.
Feng Fan watched him leave, silently wondering why trouble always seemed to follow him—even when he hadn't done anything.
Or so he believed.
After Elder Jiang finished distributing the wristbands, he exchanged a subtle nod with another elder who came along with them for the Young Generation Competition.
The other elder, who had been quietly setting up an array, activated it with a flicker of a sleeve. It was a tier 4 soundproof array, designed to ensure complete privacy.
Given the precarious situation their sect was already in, they couldn't risk their plans being overheard and making matters worse.
"Everyone, let's begin discussing our tactics for the Combat category," Elder Jiang announced, drawing the group's attention.
Feng Fan turned to Elder Jiang, his expression neutral, as the sect members gathered for the discussion.
"I believe our best approach is to focus on collecting the less valuable orbs," Yin Jian, the Sect Master, suggested. "Given that most sects will target us the moment we're spotted, advancing toward the center will be nearly impossible."
His words caused many to shift their gazes toward Feng Fan, frustration evident in their eyes. The blame for their precarious position was unmistakably directed at him.
Noticing the growing tension, Yin Jian cleared his throat firmly, bringing the focus back to himself.
"We've achieved excellent results in the first three categories," he said. "Even a mediocre performance in the Combat category will keep us in a strong position overall. There's no need to panic or lose focus."
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Yin Jian's words had the desired effect, and most of the disciples began to calm down. They understood the stakes clearly—failure this year could result in the sect being demoted to a low-tier sect.
Such a demotion would be devastating. Resources would become scarce, barely enough to sustain the younger generation's cultivation.
Their prospects for growth would shrink drastically.
Life for cultivators on Red Pole was harsh and unforgiving. Strength was the currency of survival.
Prove yourself strong, and you will earn resources to grow even stronger. Fall behind, and you will be left with nothing but empty hands and shattered dreams.
"I agree with the Sect Master. Even if Feng Fan hadn't provoked the other sects, competing for the top spot would still be out of reach with our current strength. Only Huang Xue and Xue Qiang are strong enough, but the rest of us are too weak," said one of the White Crow Sect disciples.
Most nodded in agreement. It was a hard truth to face.
Nearly all the White Crow Sect disciples participating in the Combat category were in the 2nd or 3rd Foundation Establishment realm. Compared to the top-tier sects, it was pitiful.
Feng Fan shook his head, suppressing his frustration. 'We have two Golden Core Formation experts, and these guys are still afraid? No wonder the White Crow Sect has fallen so far.'
He couldn't hide his displeasure. Both Huang Xue and Xue Qiang were at the 2nd level of the Golden Core Formation realm.
Even in a year like this, where there were more Golden Core cultivators than usual, the two of them would easily rank among the top ten individually.
And yet, their peers acted as if they'd already lost.
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The Sect Master nodded in approval. While it was admirable to put on a strong front, a person needed to know their limits.
Still, the Combat category would likely depend on their strongest disciples. Yin Jian turned to them. "Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, do you have any thoughts on our strategy for the competition?"
Huang Xue was the first to respond, her tone cool and detached. "I don't."
Xue Qiang didn't reply immediately. Instead, she glanced at Feng Fan, catching his frustrated expression.
His face betrayed his thoughts; hiding his emotions clearly wasn't his strong suit.
"Fanfan, what do you think we should do?" she asked.
The crowd turned to Feng Fan, stunned. None of them had expected Xue Qiang to seek his input—especially since he was the reason for their precarious situation.
Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but only for a moment. If she was asking, there was no need to hold back.
He stood up, brushing off the dirt and rising to his full height. His gaze swept over the White Crow Sect disciples as he straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, and raised his chin slightly. He clasped his hands behind his back, adopting a dignified air.
In his mind, he replayed a motivational speech he had written in one of his novels. Now was the time to channel it.
"A bunch of trash," he began, his voice sharp and cutting. "Do you guys even dare to call yourselves cultivators?!"
"Bastard! You dare insult us?!"
"Who do you think you are? It's your fault all the sects will be after us!"
The crowd exploded with angry outbursts, their frustration directed squarely at Feng Fan.
But Feng Fan only smiled. To him, their outrage confirmed he was on the right track.
'The more they oppose, the more I know I'm doing the right thing,' he thought.
Yin Jian, observing the chaos, didn't show any anger. He remained calm, his eyes fixed on Feng Fan with an expression of curiosity, as if waiting to see where this would lead.
Feng Fan allowed the noise to settle, his silence drawing attention back to him. When the murmurs finally died down, he spoke again, his tone firm.
"We are cultivators," he began. "How can we claim to battle against the heavens and seek immortality if we're too afraid to fight? Look at yourselves! Do you really think this fear and hesitation are the right path?"
The White Crow Sect disciples remained silent, their faces a mixture of shame and indignation. They didn't dare rebuke Feng Fan, the sting of his words lingered in the air.
They knew he was right.
Feng Fan noticed their hesitation and decided it was time to deliver the final blow. Turning to Elder Jiang and Sect Master Yin Jian, he raised his voice so everyone could hear.
"Elder Jiang, Sect Master," he said, his tone sharp, "didn't you bring us from Earth because the younger generation of the White Crow Sect was trash? Doesn't this action alone prove what I've been saying?"
Elder Jiang and Yin Jian froze, their expressions a mix of surprise and discomfort. Feng Fan wasn't lying, but to say such a thing so bluntly in front of everyone...
Their lack of response was all the confirmation Feng Fan needed. His grin widened, exuding confidence and defiance.
"That's all I needed to hear," he said, turning back to the crowd. "I'm going to fight for first place. Whoever has the guts to aim for the top and bring glory back to our sect, come with me. The rest of you? Stay behind and wallow in your fear. We don't need cowards dragging us down!"
His bold declaration left the crowd stunned, the silence heavy with unspoken emotions. For some, his words were a wake-up call. For others, they were a challenge.
Either way, Feng Fan's fiery words were impossible to ignore.
Xue Qiang smiled warmly. 'This is the man I love,' she thought as she stepped closer to Feng Fan. She gripped his hand firmly.
"Fanfan, even if you venture into the depths of hell, I'll follow you. Battling for the top spot is nothing in comparison. Count me in," she declared with conviction.
Huang Xue stepped forward next, her tone calm but resolute. "I'm with you too."
Tan Wei quickly followed, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Brother Feng, I couldn't agree more with you!"
Gong Long, who had remained quiet since the start, finally stepped forward. His voice carried both gratitude and determination.
"I owe you my life, Brother Feng. Count me in—let's do this!"
One by one, the other disciples found themselves swept up by Feng Fan's words.
In a matter of moments, everyone had agreed to him. Their strategy shifted completely—from hiding at the outskirts to taking a bold, aggressive stance.
Feng Fan's idea was simple: If Gods block, kill the Gods; if Buddhas block, kill the Buddhas
Elder Jiang let out a deep, weary sigh, but it quickly transformed into a soft smile. Feng Fan was, without a doubt, the most troublesome disciple he had ever encountered in his long life.
He chuckled inwardly. 'Every day with this brat feels like it shaves a few years off my lifespan,' Elder Jiang mused. Yet, beneath the exasperation, a glimmer of pride shone through.
'But Feng Fan has something the White Crow Sect lost long ago—the unyielding will to defy the heavens. Perhaps that's the most important gift we've received from Earth. More than even Huang Xue or Xue Qiang's immortal talents.'
Elder Jiang glanced at his old friend and Sect Master, Yin Jian, who had been by his side for centuries. Yin Jian met his gaze with a knowing smile.
They didn't exchange words. They didn't need to.
For the first time in centuries, they felt a spark of the passion they had once carried—the spirit of their youth, when the heavens seemed less infinite and every obstacle felt conquerable.
Feng Fan had reminded them of what it truly meant to be cultivators.
Elder Jiang exhaled deeply, bracing himself for the trials ahead. 'Since they've made their decision, all I can do now is support them and hope this path leads to something great… and not to ruin.'
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC140 Immortal-grade Dual Cultivation Technique, Toad Lusting After a Swan's Flesh
After the sects wrapped up their battle strategies for the upcoming competition, there was still about half an hour left before the event began.
Hou Mengyao, finding himself with nothing better to do, decided to make his way toward the Qian family's area. The moment he first laid eyes on Qian Xiaoli two years ago, he had been captivated.
Not only was she the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but he had also received a mission that involved her!
This felt like killing two birds with one stone.
[Mission [A]: Dual cultivate with the owner of the Extreme Yin Body.]
[Reward: Immortal-grade Dual Cultivation Technique, Toad Lusting After a Swan's Flesh.]
Although Hou Mengyao found the name of the technique both idiotic and insulting, he couldn't deny its value—an immortal-grade technique was nothing to scoff at!
A sly grin spread across his face as his thoughts ran wild. 'Hehe, cultivating by being with beautiful women and growing stronger at the same time? Is there anything better in this world?'
He quickly replaced his perverted grin with a warm, fake smile before heading toward Qian Xiaoli.
"Xiao'er, it's been a while. You're as stunning as the first time I laid eyes on you," Hou Mengyao said smoothly, his gaze lingering on her flowing black hair and flawless jade-like skin.
Qian Xiaoli felt a wave of irritation ripple through her when Hou Mengyao's voice reached her ears. 'Why does this bastard always have to ruin my good mood?' she thought, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.
She had been in high spirits just moments ago, eagerly anticipating her reunion with Feng Fan after four long months apart. Even if their meeting wouldn't be private, the thought of seeing him was more than enough to brighten her day.
Turning to face Hou Mengyao, she didn't even bother with the courtesy of a fake smile.
"Hou Mengyao, we're not close," she said coldly. "Don't call me Xiao'er!"
'The more difficult the prey, the more thrilling the hunt,' Hou Mengyao thought as he licked his lips.
Despite Qian Xiaoli's cold response, his smile didn't waver. He was utterly unfazed by her lack of respect.
"No problem," he said smoothly, his tone dripping with confidence. "We'll have plenty of time to get closer in the future, Xiao'er."
Hou Mengyao's confidence was unshakable. Even if Qian Xiaoli refused to return his so-called feelings, he firmly believed he would claim her in the end.
After all, he was heaven's chosen one. In his mind, the women he desired had no choice but to fall into his hands—one way or another.
When Hou Mengyao was on Earth, he had always seen himself as a loser. But here, on Red Pole, everything made sense.
Since his arrival, he had come to realize a profound truth: Earth had never been worthy of someone like him!
The Qian Emperor observed Hou Mengyao's attempts to court his daughter and smiled subtly. In the past, he had dismissed the idea of Hou Mengyao as a suitable son-in-law.
Even though Hou Mengyao possessed talent, his potential still required time to blossom fully.
'Now that Qian Xiaoli had lost her purity, perhaps Hou Mengyao wasn't such a poor option after all,' he thought.
With this in mind, the Qian Emperor approached Hou Mengyao, adopting a warm demeanor to start a conversation.
"Ah, Junior Hou, it's been quite some time since we last met. I must say, I'm impressed to see that you've already broken through to the 7th Golden Core Formation realm. Truly remarkable—a dragon among men. Among the younger generation, no one can match your brilliance," he said with a polite smile.
Hou Mengyao puffed out his chest, feeling a surge of pride. While he believed the Qian Emperor's words were simply the truth, he always enjoyed being praised.
Unbeknownst to him, this need for validation stemmed from unresolved self-esteem issues tied to his life on Earth.
"Thank you, Senior Qian. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations," Hou Mengyao replied with an air of humility, though his ego swelled inside.
Qian Xiaoli watched the exchange, her stomach churning with disgust—not just at Hou Mengyao's performance, but also at her father's hypocritical approval.
Taking a deep breath, she crossed her legs and sat down. Closing her eyes, she focused on her cultivation, shutting out the scene unfolding around her.
Hou Mengyao noticed her deliberate indifference and realized that anything he said now would be ignored.
Recognizing there would be no progress today, he decided to retreat for the time being.
'Sooner or later, your body will be mine, Qian Xiaoli,' he thought with a self-assured smile.
After Hou Mengyao left, the Qian Emperor approached Qian Xiaoli, his expression warm but calculated.
"Xiao'er, you are the strongest among the younger generation of the Qian Family. I'm counting on you to secure a top-three position for our family," he said, his tone both encouraging and expectant.
Qian Xiaoli slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Though she masked her disgust well, it still simmered beneath the surface.
With a calm demeanor, she nodded. "Don't worry. I'll keep my promise. I trust you'll keep yours as well."
The Qian Emperor smiled, a trace of relief in his expression. "Once this is over, I'll announce the divorce between your mother and me, as agreed."
The minutes ticked by, and soon, it was time for the final category!
Yin Bao, who had been meditating cross-legged in mid-air, opened his eyes. With a flick of a sleeve, he activated the portal.
A shimmering portal materialized below him, its surface rippling like liquid silver.
"All participants in the Combat category, enter the portal within five minutes!" he announced, his voice echoing across the plaza.
Feng Fan glanced at the group around him and smiled.
Tan Wei maintained his usual gentle and warm demeanor, Gong Long radiated determination, Huang Xue remained aloof, and Xue Qiang's fiery spirit seemed more intense than ever.
Feng Fan stepped forward and entered the glowing portal.
Moments later, the rest of the participants followed suit, one by one disappearing into the light.
And just like that, the Combat category officially began!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC141 It's Not The Outer Appearance That Matters, But What's Inside
Feng Fan opened his eyes, adjusting to the strange pocket dimension where the Combat category would take place. His vision quickly focused on a figure standing in front of him.
The bright robes were familiar to him—it was someone from the Blue Wyvern Sect!
Normally, Feng Fan would hold back the nausea that came with portal travel, but since a friend was here, he decided to embrace the moment fully.
After all, his therapist back on Earth had once said, "True friendship is about showing your true self. It's not the outer appearance that matters, but what's inside."
With that thought, he let everything out.
"Blergh!"
The sound echoed through the otherwise silent air, leaving the Blue Wyvern Sect disciple frozen in a mix of shock and horror.
"Y-You! I'm going to kill you!" The Blue Wyvern Sect disciple roared, summoning a gleaming sword from his space ring and leaping straight at Feng Fan.
"Blue Dragon's Descent!" he shouted, and an illusionary image of an undernourished blue dragon shimmered behind him, its form more pitiful than fearsome.
Feng Fan sighed, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "It seems my therapist was wrong. Show your true self to a friend, and instead of sympathy, they want to murder you. What a shame."
Unfortunately for the Blue Wyvern Sect disciple, Feng Fan was two small stages ahead in cultivation. A casual strike would've been enough to end the fight.
But why settle for casual? A tiger never holds back when hunting a rabbit!
Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!
An exaggerated, muscular, and absurdly hairy leg shimmered behind Feng Fan as he launched his attack.
Before the disciple's sword could land, Feng Fan's foot struck with pinpoint accuracy, utterly crushing any chance the man had of fathering children.
Crack!
The sound echoed loudly, followed by the clatter of the disciple's sword hitting the ground. He collapsed in agony, clutching his groin as a guttural scream escaped his lips.
The spectators watching the screen showcasing Feng Fan fell silent, their faces twisted in varying degrees of pity and horror.
Even those who harbored grudges against the Blue Wyvern Sect couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
"Poor guy," someone murmured. "The competition's just started, and he's already… like this."
Male spectators instinctively crossed their legs, some visibly wincing as if they'd felt the blow themselves.
Feng Fan couldn't help but feel a pang of… pity? Well, something close to it. After all, he was a man, and he understood the pain on a certain level.
"What a shame," he muttered under his breath. "If I'd dealt with him a few days later, I could've robbed him of his qi stones and his orbs…"
Of course, any sympathy he felt wasn't for the Blue Wyvern Sect disciple's suffering. No, Feng Fan's pity stemmed entirely from the loss of potential loot.
Feng Fan crouched, ready to loot the Blue Wyvern Sect disciple's belongings, but before he could grab anything, the defeated man vanished in a flash of shimmering light.
"Damn it!" Feng Fan muttered, frustrated. "If I'd known they were going to teleport him out, I would've worked faster!"
Unbeknownst to him, the Dao Seeking School had equipped all participants with wristbands containing teleportation mechanisms. These devices were designed to reduce casualties by removing participants from the battlefield when the overseers deemed it necessary.
Of course, while the system could minimize deaths, it couldn't prevent them entirely. Competitions like this always carry risks, and some lives would inevitably be lost.
Feng Fan glanced to the side and noticed the sword the Blue Wyvern Sect disciple had used. Since it wasn't in contact with its owner, it hadn't been teleported along with him.
"Well, at least I got a consolation prize," Feng Fan muttered with a smirk, picking up the sword and sliding it into his space ring.
"Shameless! With a disciple like that, the White Crow Sect should be disqualified immediately!"
A few spectators voiced their outrage, glaring at Feng Fan's brazen behavior.
Yin Bao, observing from above, remained unfazed. He ignored the complaints entirely, his face as calm as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Feng Fan, oblivious to their complaints, naturally didn't care. Even if he had heard them, he would've simply shrugged it off with a smile, claiming his opponent was just too incompetent to keep his belongings safe.
After dispatching the Blue Wyvern Sect disciple, Feng Fan took a moment to survey his surroundings. Behind him stood a towering white wall, which he assumed marked the boundary of the pocket dimension.
In front of him stretched a sparse forest, with trees spaced about five or six meters apart. They weren't particularly tall, reaching no more than five meters in height, giving the area an open and slightly eerie feel.
As Feng Fan took his first step forward, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Fan'er?" the voice called softly.
Feng Fan froze for a moment, instantly recognizing the melodious tone. There was only one person who ever called him by that name.
Turning to his left, his eyes fell on Qian Xiaoli. She stood there with a warm smile, her white robes adorned with the Qian family's symbol, a coin, gently swaying in the breeze.
Feng Fan's face lit up instantly. "Xiao'er, it's been too long. It's great to see you."
He stepped forward and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Qian Xiaoli hugged him back, resting her head against his chest.
"Hmm," she murmured softly, savoring the moment of being held by the man she loved.
After a few seconds, they released each other, and a faint blush colored Qian Xiaoli's cheeks. She glanced around and teased, "Aren't you embarrassed to show such affection? There are so many people watching..."
"Hmph! Why should I be?" Feng Fan declared, puffing out his chest. "I, Feng Fan, might not be an upright gentleman, but I'm proudly shameless!" His tone was so self-assured it almost made it sound like a virtue.
Qian Xiaoli chuckled, shaking her head lightly. She couldn't help but think it was true—and that was part of his charm.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC142 Have you ever done anything that wasn't stupid?
Qian Niu watched the screen showing his daughter and Feng Fan together, his face twisting with fury. Though he wanted to scream, he clenched his jaw and kept it inside.
'I hope that bastard meets a horrible death in this competition!' he cursed silently, his teeth grinding in frustration.
Then a thought struck him. 'Feng Fan had provoked plenty of enemies during the last category. Hopefully one of them will kill him off before the Dao Seeking School can intervene with their teleportation system.'
'I should've told Hou Mengyao about him,' he thought, his eyes narrowing. 'If that brat knew about Feng Fan, he wouldn't hesitate to take him out on sight.'
"Fan'er, you're aiming for first place, right?" Qian Xiaoli asked.
Feng Fan nodded, and Qian Xiaoli sighed softly.
"Fan'er, it's not that I don't believe in you, but first place seems impossible. Hou Mengyao is already at the 7th Golden Core Formation realm, and you're still at the Foundation Establishment realm. His Sword Dao is also strong. Even if you were at the same level, you might not be able to beat him…"
Feng Fan gave her a wry smile. Even if he wasn't a match for Hou Mengyao, he had no choice but to try.
"Xiao'er, thanks for worrying about me," he said with a warm smile. "If that Hou Mengyao is after you, that just gives me even more reason to beat him here. Either way, since I'm in this, I can only aim for first place!"
Qian Xiaoli felt a warm wave inside her but still narrowed her eyes, pretending to be angry.
"Hmph! Who needs you to deal with Hou Mengyao? I can handle that pest myself!"
Feng Fan, who could hear her thoughts and see her blushing face, chuckled knowingly.
"Sorry! Sorry! You're so strong and brave, anyone who tries to woo you will suffer a thousand deaths!"
Qian Xiaoli rolled her eyes. 'If that's true, why are you still alive?'
"If you're aiming for first place, you must be going after the white orb, right?" Qian Xiaoli asked.
Feng Fan nodded. "Exactly. Because of the large point difference, whoever gets the white orb will be in first place."
"Are you heading straight for it?" She asked.
Feng Fan shook his head. "No, I'll gather as many orbs as I can. When there are only five days left in the competition, I'll head to the center and try to reunite with my sect. If I find any of them before that, we'll team up and collect orbs together."
"I see. How about we work together, then?" she proposed.
Feng Fan looked surprised. "Aren't we competitors? Why would you want to team up?"
Qian Xiaoli smiled. "As long as the Qian family places in the top three, that's good enough for me. I'll help you get first place since that's what you want, and in exchange, you'll give me enough orbs to get into the top three. What do you think?"
Feng Fan put his hand on his chin, thinking. He wasn't worried about Qian Xiaoli tricking him, but he didn't understand why she wanted the top three.
"Why do you want to aim for the top three? You don't seem to care much for the Qian family," he asked, trying to figure out her reasoning.
"I made a deal with my father. If the Qian family gets into the top three, he'll announce a divorce with my mother," she said with a determined look.
"Ah!" Feng Fan exclaimed in surprise. "I see... So that's the reason. In that case, I'll gladly work with you for the next two weeks, wife!" he said with a smile, extending his right hand for a handshake.
Qian Xiaoli didn't accept his handshake. Instead, she blushed slightly, embarrassed by the fact that people were hearing Feng Fan shamelessly call her his wife.
"Who said I'm your wife? You still have a long way to go," she said, trying to hide her flustered reaction.
Seeing that Qian Xiaoli wasn't going to accept his handshake, Feng Fan simply withdrew his hand and smiled, unbothered. "Alright, let's go."
Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision, and soon, many shimmering orbs appeared in his sight. Most of them are red, with a few orange ones. 'Their value is so low that I can't even be bothered to gather them…' he thought.
"Let's move closer to the center. We won't find anything valuable around here," he said.
Qian Xiaoli nodded in agreement. The judge had mentioned that the most valuable orbs would be found closer to the center.
Feng Fan began moving away from the white wall, Qian Xiaoli following right behind him. Through his spiritual qi vision, he also noticed a few demon beasts scattered around.
'The demon beasts here seem weak, all of them low to mid tier 2 demon beasts,' he thought, analyzing their strength. 'Let's try to avoid them. They're not worth anything anyway.'
It was true that the demon beasts didn't give points, but most of them were near orbs. Sooner or later, Feng Fan would have to face them.
The only reason he wanted to avoid them now was that the orbs nearby weren't valuable enough to catch his attention.
"Fan'er, do you have any plans in mind?" Qian Xiaoli asked.
Feng Fan didn't stop moving or look back as he answered. "Let's ignore anything below green. If we find green, blue, or indigo orbs, we'll take them. But if we come across a violet orb... I've got the perfect plan in mind," he said with a sly grin.
Qian Xiaoli gave him a curious glance. "What do you mean by a perfect plan?"
Feng Fan chuckled. "Don't worry, just trust me. Have I ever done anything stupid?"
She rolled her eyes. "Have you ever done anything that wasn't stupid? That would be a better question."
Feng Fan laughed and kept running. "Hehe, just trust me on this one. Not only will we rack up a lot of points, but we'll also strike it rich!"
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC143 This Alchemist Is Completely Insane!
Tan Wei found himself standing beside a small pond, surrounded by a wide expanse of undergrowth and grass stretching dozens of meters in every direction. Not a single tree was in sight.
In front of him, two disciples from the Heavenly Fire Sect stood grinning at him, their expressions full of mockery.
"Hey, look over there," one of them sneered. "Isn't this the so-called genius alchemist from the White Crow Sect? I thought you only knew how to cook soup. Who would've guessed you'd show up here, in the Combat category? Did you come to play around, or are you just asking for a lesson?"
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Tan Wei, the target of their mockery, maintained a cold, composed expression. His usual gentle and warm smile was nowhere to be seen.
The two Heavenly Fire Sect disciples unsheathed their weapons. One wielded a massive two-meter metal staff, while the other brandished a large, menacing scythe.
Noticing his opponents preparing for battle, Tan Wei calmly summoned his own weapon. With a faint ripple of energy, the Suppression Cauldron materialized before him, its weighty presence dominating the air around him.
The moment they saw Tan Wei's choice of weapon, both disciples froze in disbelief, their mouths slightly agape. Half a breath later, they burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Don't tell me this lunatic plans to fight us with a cauldron! Hahaha!" One of them roared.
"Senior Brother, this alchemist is completely insane! The White Crow Sect must be dirt poor if they can't even afford to give him a proper weapon!" The other mocked, laughing so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes.
Some of the spectators watching Tan Wei couldn't help but chuckle. While it wasn't unusual to see alchemists fighting, using a cauldron as a weapon? That was unheard of.
"Alright, let's finish this, Junior Brother. This idiot doesn't deserve any more of our time," said the scythe-wielding senior brother with a dismissive tone.
"Reaper's Harvest!" He roared as a spectral skeleton wielding a scythe materialized behind him.
The blade of his scythe burst into dark, black flames, the temperature around him rising sharply.
The junior brother, standing to the side, didn't move immediately. He waited confidently, convinced that there was no need for him to interfere.
'Senior Brother's going to kill him in a single strike,' he thought, a smirk creeping across his face.
But before the senior brother's attack could land, Tan Wei's hands moved in a fluid motion, forming intricate hand seals.
"Hades Impact!" He roared.
The Suppression Cauldron erupted into flames—not wild and chaotic like the black fire of the Heavenly Fire Sect disciple, but a calm, radiant fire that exuded hidden grace and power. Its fiery glow painted the air around it with a mesmerizing brilliance.
The Suppression Cauldron hurtled toward the senior brother's scythe, the clash sending waves of flames rippling through the air.
As the weapons collided, the Heavenly Fire Sect senior brother's expression shifted from confidence to shock. He had assumed the rusty cauldron would be easy to overpower, but he was gravely mistaken.
The tip of his scythe bent slightly from the impact. "Impossible! This is a top Profound-grade weapon! How could it be damaged by an old cauldron?!"
His question went unanswered, Tan Wei couldn't care less about his disbelief.
The senior brother tried to push forward, but the Suppression Cauldron emitted a forceful burst of energy, extinguishing the flames surrounding his scythe.
With the spiritual qi and fire stripped from his weapon, he was powerless to counter Tan Wei's attack. The cauldron slammed into him with devastating force, breaking several bones and sending him flying across the battlefield.
He crashed into a tree and slumped to the ground, his pristine robes now charred and fused to his burnt skin.
"Senior Brother!" the other Heavenly Fire Sect disciple shouted in alarm, his face twisting in anger as his senior was teleported out of the pocket dimension.
Fury burning in his eyes, the junior brother turned to Tan Wei. "Bastard! Crazy Monkey Flames!" he bellowed.
A fiery, dancing monkey materialized behind him, its form crackling with volatile energy. Seizing the moment while Tan Wei's cauldron was still out of position, the junior brother charged, hoping to exploit what he believed to be an opening.
Tan Wei's expression tightened, readying himself to act, but before he could make a move, another figure dashed forward, intercepting the Heavenly Fire Sect disciple mid-charge.
"Divine Bull Fist!" the newcomer roared.
A massive spectral bull materialized behind him, its golden horns gleaming menacingly as they aimed straight for the disciple. The sheer force of its presence promised devastation.
The junior brother swung his staff in desperation to block the incoming attack. Staff and fist collided with a thunderous impact, but the result was clear—he was no match for his opponent.
The force of the punch sent him hurtling backward, his body twisting through the air before crashing into the ground.
Blood spurted from his mouth as he struggled to sit up, but his strength failed him. He slumped unconscious, and moments later, just like his senior brother, his body vanished, teleported out of the pocket dimension.
The blond-haired figure straightened up, brushing off his knuckles as if the fight had been nothing more than a warm-up. He turned to Tan Wei with a serious expression.
"Junior Brother Tan, are you alright?" Asked the figure.
Tan Wei offered a faint smile. "I'm fine. Thank you for your help, Senior Brother Gong."
Gong Long nodded. "That was nothing. I just smashed an annoying mosquito. I'm sure you could've handled him on your own."
Tan Wei didn't respond to the remark, instead steering the conversation in another direction. "Senior Brother Gong, let's focus on finding the others while gathering orbs along the way."
Gong Long agreed with a firm nod. "Yes, let's stick to the plan. While Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, and Feng Fan focus on securing the highest points, we'll sweep through the outskirts, gathering as many of our disciples as we can. Once we've regrouped, we'll head toward the center together."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC144 A Money-Hungry Scoundrel
Feng Fan and Qian Xiaoli moved side by side until Feng Fan suddenly stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Qian Xiaoli asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I just spotted our first orbs. Three green ones in that direction," Feng Fan said, pointing at an angle toward two o'clock. "There are four mid tier 2 demon beasts guarding them. Let's—" Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire
Before he could finish, Qian Xiaoli's cultivation flared, revealing her 3rd Golden Core Formation realm.
A sleek black metal fan materialized in her hand, radiating power, and Feng Fan instantly recognized it as a top Spiritual-grade weapon.
'Rich people sure have it easy,' he thought with a smirk.
Without waiting for him, Qian Xiaoli dashed in the direction he'd indicated. The air filled with the sharp sound of slicing wind, then quickly fell silent.
Moments later, she returned with a triumphant smile. "All done. Let's head to the next spot."
"Wow, that was fast. You got everything? Didn't leave anything for me?" Feng Fan asked, feigning disappointment.
Qian Xiaoli chuckled lightly. "Just a few points. I'm sure you won't mind, since you're aiming for the white orb anyway."
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "Alright, let's keep moving."
As they continued deeper toward the center, Feng Fan's spiritual qi vision revealed clusters of green and blue orbs scattered around.
'Still no sign of any indigo or violet. Looks like we'll need to push closer to the center.'
This time, instead of avoiding the orbs and the demon beasts guarding them as he had before, Feng Fan decided to face them head-on and claim the orbs.
Most of the demon beasts were mid tier 2, with only a handful reaching high tier 2. Their strength wasn't enough to pose a real challenge.
Together, Feng Fan and Qian Xiaoli quickly dealt with them, collecting a substantial number of points throughout the day.
By nightfall, they decided to stop and replenish their spiritual qi. With their high cultivation levels, going two weeks without sleep wouldn't be an issue, so they only needed to rest to maintain the spiritual qi inside their dantian at high levels.
Feng Fan searched for a secluded spot to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed but couldn't find anything suitable. Instead, he chose to settle where they were, setting up a few alarm arrays around the area.
If anyone crossed the perimeter, he would be alerted in time to react.
"How many points do you have?" Feng Fan asked, sitting on the ground with his back against a tree. Qian Xiaoli sat beside him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
"Forty green orbs and fifteen blue ones, 210,000 points in total. Not bad for the first day, huh?"
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "Aren't we supposed to be partners? Why do you have twice as many points as me? I'm the one finding all the orbs!"
Qian Xiaoli chuckled at his complaint. "You don't need them as much as I do. You're going to get the white orb, aren't you?"
Feng Fan sighed, choosing not to respond. He wasn't entirely confident he could secure the white orb, and if he failed, he'd need enough points to ensure a good ranking.
Even if he did get it, extra points wouldn't hurt.
"How do you find the orbs so easily?" Qian Xiaoli asked, curiosity lighting up her expression. "It's like you can pinpoint their exact location."
Feng Fan's lips curled into a smug smile. "Hehe, I've got plenty of secrets you don't know about, my dear wife!"
Qian Xiaoli's eye twitched as an urge to slap him surged within her, but she resisted." Forget it, then! Don't tell me!"
She pouted, crossing her arms briefly before closing her eyes to focus on cultivating and restoring her spiritual qi. Seeing her settle into cultivation, Feng Fan shrugged and followed suit, sitting quietly as he began replenishing his own reserves.
About fifteen minutes later, they both stopped cultivating and resumed their journey. As they continued gathering orbs, Feng Fan's eyes lit up when he spotted something unusual on the second day.
"I found two indigo orbs! Five people are fighting off a mid and a high tier 2 demon beasts nearby. Let's swoop in and take the orbs and their wealth for ourselves!" He said, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.
Qian Xiaoli gave him a puzzled look. "Why is robbing always the first thing that comes to your mind?"
Feng Fan's grin shifted into an exaggeratedly righteous expression. "Little Princess, you wouldn't understand the struggles of us poor folks. Robbing is how we fight back against the system!"
Qian Xiaoli clicked her tongue. "Fighting against the system? Don't kid yourself. You're just a shameless thief and a money-hungry scoundrel."
"Fine, then stay here. I'll take everything for myself!" Feng Fan said with a grin, dashing off toward the two indigo orbs.
"Hey! Who said I didn't want them?!" Qian Xiaoli shouted, stomping the ground in frustration before chasing after him.
Feng Fan perched himself on a tree branch, surveying the fight below. The cultivators ranged from the 6th to 7th stage of Foundation Establishment. Even on his own, he could handle them easily.
After observing the scene for a breath of time, he sprang into action. "This is a robbery! Hand over everything!" He yelled with a gleeful smirk.
'No wonder villains like saying cheesy lines before attacking. It makes this so much more exciting!' He thought, enjoying the moment.
The five disciples, clad in white robes with yellow eagle insignias, had just finished defeating the two demon beasts. They turned to Feng Fan, their faces twisted in shock.
"It's that bastard from the White Crow Sect, Feng Fan! Let's kill him!" One of them snarled, pointing his sword at Feng Fan.
"Hah! What a fool! Coming here alone to rob us? You must be suicidal," another sneered, leveling his spear at him.
The spear-wielding cultivator sprang into action, closing the distance between himself and Feng Fan in an instant. His spear shot forward with deadly precision, plunging straight into Feng Fan's chest and emerging cleanly from the other side!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC145 Reap What You Sow
The spear-wielding man smirked, confident he had taken care of Feng Fan. 'Ha, what trash!' He thought smugly.
But his triumph was short-lived. Less than half a second later, his expression twisted in confusion. He hadn't struck Feng Fan, only his afterimage!
'Where did that bastard go?!' Panic began to set in.
"Zou Yi, behind you!" One of the women shouted, her voice filled with urgency as she tried to warn her teammate.
A cold shiver shot down Zou Yi's spine. Instinctively, he tried to turn around, but Feng Fan was faster.
A muscular, hairy leg whipped into view. Without hesitation, Feng Fan's kick struck its mark.
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Zou Yi's eyes widened in shock, horror, and pain as blood trickled down from his groin, pooling on the ground below. The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't even scream.
His body collapsed with a lifeless thud, his expression frozen as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"FENG FAN! YOU'RE DEAD!" the sword-wielding man roared, rage igniting in his eyes. The remaining four launched themselves at Feng Fan, weapons poised to strike.
Feng Fan turned with a calm smile, his eyes gleaming with confidence, like a tiger sizing up its prey. 'Come to me, my precious spiritual qi-grade stones!'
The sword-wielding man reached him first, thrusting his blade toward Feng Fan's chest. But Feng Fan sidestepped smoothly, twisting his body with ease.
Before the man could react, Feng Fan grabbed him by the arm and hurled him like a rag doll toward a sword-wielding woman.
"Ah!" the woman shrieked as her teammate flew straight at her. Unable to maintain her stance, she stumbled, and the two of them crashed to the ground in a heap.
Feng Fan barely spared them a glance. His attention shifted to the next two opponents.
The woman who had shouted earlier to warn Zou Yi now appeared behind Feng Fan, her spear aiming for his left flank. At the same time, another spear-wielding man with a long scar across his face moved in from the right, attempting to corner him.
Their synchronization was near perfect, but Feng Fan's grin only widened.
As the spears entered his attack range, Feng Fan's hands shot out with lightning speed. He caught both weapons mid-thrust, his palms locking onto the shafts with an iron grip.
The scar-faced man and the spear-wielding woman froze in disbelief.
They tugged desperately, trying to reclaim their weapons, but it was futile. The spears didn't budge an inch. Feng Fan's grip was like a steel vice, unyielding and impossibly strong.
The scar-faced man's expression twisted in frustration. "What the hell, how is this possible?!"
The woman's eyes widened, her confidence wavering. "H-he's a monster!"
Feng Fan smirked, his voice calm yet dripping with mockery. "What's the matter? Were these toys supposed to scare me?"
Feng Fan pulled the spears toward him, forcing the woman and the scar-faced man to stumble into his reach. He opened both his palms and struck.
Sealing Palm!
Both of their dantians were struck with precision, quickly sealing their cultivation.
"M-My cultivation!" The woman gasped, her face draining of color.
"T-This... What's happening?" Muttered the scar-faced man, confusion written across his face.
Feng Fan didn't bother answering. Instead, he moved quickly, acting before the Dao Seeking School had a chance to teleport them out. He stripped their space rings of all the spiritual qi stones within.
Unfortunately, the first man he had struck in the groin was already teleported out before Feng Fan could steal from him.
As Feng Fan emptied their rings, the remaining disciples shouted in frustration.
"Y-You thief! How dare you steal during the competition? Don't you have any shame?!" The sword-wielding woman screamed.
Feng Fan found the irony amusing. They had wanted to kill him but complained when he took their belongings.
At least he hadn't taken their lives, they weren't worth anything to him anyway.
He scoffed and slapped her across the face. One of her teeth flew off her mouth.
"Shame? You're the ones who should be ashamed. You're poor as hell! Maybe next time, try improving your financial situation so I can steal more from you."
In just a few seconds, the four of them were teleported out of the competition, leaving behind glowing orbs.
Seeing them, Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'Looks like the orbs drop when they're teleported out. Nice!'
Just as Feng Fan reached to grab the orbs on the ground, a gust of wind blew over them, sending the orbs out of his reach.
"Hey! That's cheating!" He exclaimed, glaring at the source of the wind.
There stood Qian Xiaoli, casually waving her fan. The orbs floated toward her wristband and slipped inside smoothly.
After storing all the orbs, she turned to Feng Fan with a laugh. "You like robbing people, don't you? Why can't I rob you too?"
Feng Fan stared at her, stunned. 'Is this what they call reap what you sow? I don't like it! I prefer to reap the good things others sowed.'
Not wanting to lose in an argument, Feng Fan muttered under his breath, "Hehe, at least I took your virginity."
Though his voice was low enough for the spectators not to hear, it was more than loud enough for Qian Xiaoli, a Golden Core Formation realm cultivator, to hear it.
Her face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Scoundrel!" She yelled, and the temperature around her dropped sharply.
With a flick of her sleeve, she directed her metal fan, summoning a blast of freezing wind aimed straight at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan felt the chill rushing toward him and his expression hardened. 'Damn it, she didn't hold back at all!'
He missed Little Brick. If he could use it, he could at least have lessened the impact of her attack.
But no matter, there were no what-ifs in this world. Feng Fan gathered spiritual qi into his right fist and punched forward, preparing to meet the freezing wind head-on.
Although his punch weakened her attack, it wasn't enough to stop it. In an instant, he was transformed into a frozen statue!
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"Ah!" Qian Xiaoli gasped, realizing what she had done in her moment of anger. Her hand flew to her mouth as her expression filled with regret.
"S-Sorry, Fan'er," she stammered, rushing toward Feng Fan.
Inside the icy prison, Feng Fan's eyes shifted to follow her as best he could. 'Lady, couldn't you hold back just a little?!' He thought bitterly, unable to voice his frustrations.
Qian Xiaoli reached him and placed her hands on the layer of ice surrounding his body. She channeled her cultivation technique and quickly absorbed the freezing energy, melting away the ice encasing him in seconds.
After she melted the ice and freed Feng Fan, he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, feigning anger.
"Qian Xiaoli, was there really a need to go so overboard?" He asked, emphasizing her full name for dramatic effect.
Hearing him address her so formally, Qian Xiaoli's expression shifted to one of panic. She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and stammered, "S-Sorry, Fan'er. I didn't mean to…"
Her apologetic and shy demeanor made Feng Fan's irritation vanish instantly. Unable to resist her cuteness, he reached out and gently pinched her right cheek.
He smiled warmly. "It's okay, Xiao'er. Honestly, I didn't even feel cold. One of the perks of having a strong body, I guess."
Noticing his sudden shift in demeanor, Qian Xiaoli quickly realized he had been faking his anger all along. Frustrated by how easily she'd fallen for it, she puffed out her cheeks in an adorable pout.
Her reaction only fueled Feng Fan's amusement, and he fought the urge to pinch her other cheek.
"Ah, such a cute expression. How did I get so lucky to have such a lovely wife?" He teased, his smile stretching wider as he admired her flustered look.
Outside the pocket dimension, in the bustling main plaza, a frail and elderly-looking man observed Qian Xiaoli and Feng Fan's interaction; his eyes gleaming
At first glance, his emaciated frame and hollow eyes made him appear as though he had one foot in the grave, or perhaps he was already a walking corpse.
Yet, despite his appearance, no one within the Qian Empire would dare underestimate him.
This man was the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a figure as feared as he was infamous. His ghostly appearance was the result of his cultivation technique, a powerful yet sinister method that very few would willingly choose.
The technique required suppressing one's Yang energy while absorbing Yin energy to advance. The fastest, and darkest, way to acquire Yin energy?
By plundering it from other cultivators.
Stories of the countless women defiled by the Heavenly Demon Sect master were whispered throughout the Qian Empire, but no one dared speak openly against him.
Not only was he a genuine Return To Void realm expert, one of the most powerful cultivators in the empire, but his influence extended to the Mao Empire's royal family, making him nearly untouchable.
He was the uncle of the current Mao Emperor, a ruler who seized the throne through a ruthless coup d'état, overthrowing and killing the previous emperor, who was his brother, in cold blood.
Mao Yuan, the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, narrowed his lifeless eyes, watching Qian Xiaoli with a sinister gleam.
"That child… She's cultivating a rare and powerful Yin cultivation technique, or perhaps she possesses a unique Yin physique," he mused, his thoughts brimming with greed. "I've never seen Yin energy this strong before."
What Mao Yuan didn't realize was just how accurate his thoughts were.
Not only was Qian Xiaoli cultivating one of the most powerful Yin manuals in existence, but she also possessed the unparalleled Extreme Yin Body, an unmatched physique under the heavens.
A wicked grin spread across his pale face as his mind raced. "If I could dual cultivate with her, I might break through to the 2nd stage of the Return To Void realm in mere weeks. I can let her cultivate further by my side, this way, I can imprison her to drain every last bit of her Yin Energy… forever"
He licked his lips in anticipation, the vile plan taking root in his twisted mind. His eyes darted toward the Qian Emperor, who stood with a furrowed brow, watching Feng Fan and his daughter interact.
'Knowing Qian Niu, he won't hesitate to use his daughter as a pawn for power,' Mao Yuan thought with dark satisfaction. "Why not offer him an exchange? I can provide him with something he desires… and in return, she will belong to me."
The sect master's grin widened as his schemes took form, casting a shadow of malice over his withered face.
Mao Yuan knew better than to openly reveal his intentions.
He discreetly used a qi voice transmission, a skill achievable only by those in the Nascent Soul realm or higher, to communicate directly with the Qian Emperor.
"Qian Niu, your daughter is quite... exceptional. What are your thoughts on marrying her to me?"
The moment Qian Niu received the message, his expression changed slightly. He immediately recognized the sender's voice.
Turning his gaze toward the Heavenly Demon Sect's section, his eyes locked onto Mao Yuan, who was looking back at him with a smile.
Mao Yuan likely intended the smile to appear harmless, but with his gaunt, ghostly face, it came across as downright sinister—almost as if he were plotting something malevolent.
The Qian Emperor immediately grasped Mao Yuan's intentions, but his thoughts didn't linger on Qian Xiaoli's well-being. His mind raced with the potential benefits he could gain from such a transaction.
To Qian Niu, Qian Xiaoli was nothing more than a pawn—a tool to advance his ambitions.
'Mao Yuan has deep connections with the Mao Empire. If I play my cards right, I could secure the resources I need to break through the barrier to the Return To Void realm…'
Unlike Mao Yuan, Qian Niu wasn't a Return To Void expert. The continued dominance of the Qian family in their empire's region wasn't due to his cultivation level, but rather to their ancestor, their strongest combat force.
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Qian Niu didn't respond immediately. He took a moment to consider what Mao Yuan would be willing to offer in exchange for Qian Xiaoli.
For Mao Yuan to show interest in Qian Xiaoli, despite her relatively low cultivation level, he must have seen immense potential in using her as a cauldron for dual cultivation.
'If I play this right, I could secure both a pill to help me break through to the Return to Void realm and strengthen my connections with the Mao Empire at the same time…'
His eyes narrowed, the gears in his mind turning as he weighed the possibilities.
In the Qian Empire, there were no alchemists capable of creating a pill to help him break through into the Return To Void realm, but the same couldn't be said for the Mao Empire. The Mao royal family boasted several tier 7 alchemists and Return to Void realm experts!
The power of the Mao royal family far outstripped that of the Qian family.
"What are you willing to offer for her hand in marriage?" Qian Niu asked, sending a qi voice transmission to Mao Yuan.
Hearing Qian Niu's response, Mao Yuan's smile grew wider. He knew that with the Qian Emperor's approval, his plan was already half-fulfilled.
Mao Yuan understood exactly what Qian Niu desired, and he wasted no time in offering a deal. "I can provide you with a Tier 7 Break Void Pill, which will help you achieve what you've been unable to for decades. Additionally, I can introduce you to my nephew, the current Mao Emperor."
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"We have a deal," he said, nodding. "However, she won't agree to it willingly, and her mother won't allow it. I need a couple of months to handle the Su family."
Mao Yuan chuckled darkly. "The Su family is a small matter. I can help you with them, but as for your daughter... What does her approval matter? I can break her will slowly."
They continued to talk, and soon, a plan involving Qian Xiaoli took shape between them. As for her and Feng Fan? They had no say in the matter.
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Feng Fan and Qian Xiaoli continued their journey toward the center of the pocket dimension, though much more slowly now.
Since they had to stop and deal with demon beasts and collect the orbs, they weren't moving as quickly as before.
"Hey," Feng Fan said, catching Qian Xiaoli's attention. "Don't you think this place is way too big? There are at least fifteen thousand participants, and we've been here for over a day, but we've only seen about thirty people."
Qian Xiaoli nodded. "That's true. But most sects probably won't risk coming to the center. Small and medium-sized sects wouldn't have a chance to compete for the white orb. I bet they won't venture deeper than the indigo orbs region, and even then, they'll stick to the outskirts for a while to avoid crossing paths with stronger sects."
"Ah!" Feng Fan said, his brows lifting in realization. "That makes sense. Still, what a pity. If there were more people here, we could just steal both their spiritual qi stones and orbs. It would be so much easier than hunting for them one by one."
He shook his head in disappointment.
Qian Xiaoli rolled her eyes at his words. "If you're so eager to steal, why don't you go after Hou Mengyao? He's the Heavenly Sword Sect Holy Son, so I'm sure he's carrying plenty of treasures and mid-grade qi stones."
Feng Fan smiled wryly. "Wife, do you want to be a widow that badly? I didn't know you hated me so much… Ah, what a sad man I am, my own wife is plotting my death..."
Seeing Feng Fan's exaggerated act, Qian Xiaoli was tempted to slap him. "Then I better kill you before we have the chance to marry. That way, I won't have to be a widow, right?" She glared at him, pointing her metal fan toward his head.
Feng Fan quickly raised his hands in surrender, showing a panicked expression. "I surrender, I surrender! Please, don't hit my face! I can't afford to get any uglier!"
Qian Xiaoli's expression shifted, and a perverted smile appeared on her face as she blushed, her gaze lingering on Feng Fan.
She whispered softly, making sure no one could hear, "Y-Y-You... Are you trying to seduce me? Stop with that expression, it's... it's making me... feel things."
Feng Fan's expression stiffened. 'This girl is crazy!' He thought, internally panicking.
He couldn't forget the day when Qian Xiaoli had pulled him into her red room... For the sake of his pride as a man, he vowed that would never happen again!
He quickly shook off the awkward moment and cleared his throat. "Let's go, let's go. We need to make the most of our time and gather as many orbs as we can."
Without waiting for her reply, he rushed toward the next orb, a blue one about a hundred meters ahead.
Qian Xiaoli watched him run ahead, a smile tugging at her lips. 'You can't escape for long, Fan'er. I know you're my perfect match... We were made for each other...'
She composed herself, then followed closely behind Feng Fan.
Feng Fan reached the location of the blue orb in no time, clearing his mind and focusing on the challenge ahead.
Standing next to the orb was a towering seven-meter-tall lion, its sharp canines long enough to pierce through his chest. It was a high tier 2 demon beast.
Feng Fan showed no hesitation, he channeled spiritual qi into his arm and charged toward the lion.
The beast spotted him and let out a deafening roar, snapping its jaws to devour him in a single bite. However, Feng Fan wasn't intimidated. He could easily hold his own against low tier 3 demon beasts, let alone a high tier 2.
With a single, powerful punch, Feng Fan struck the lion's mouth, causing its head to explode in a shower of blood.
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