MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC162 The Ingredients are…
Tan Wei's eyes snapped open, his heart racing as the booming voice of the red-haired man echoed in his mind.
"Everything on Earth is my ingredient; everything in the Heavens is my fuel."
A mysterious cultivation technique imprinted itself within his consciousness. The chants were cryptic; their meaning was vast and unfathomable. Yet, each word seared itself into his soul, like molten iron branding flesh.
Primordial Cooking Scripture!
A Primordial Chaos-grade cultivation technique!
When the Suppression Cauldron acknowledged Tan Wei, every array within the pocket dimension collapsed. All the screens displaying the events inside went blank.
"Huh? What's happening?" murmurs began spreading through the crowd gathered in the plaza. Concern and confusion rippled among them, their eyes glued to the lifeless screens.
Even Yin Bao, the overseer, was taken aback. However, he quickly composed himself and addressed the growing unrest.
"Everyone, please remain calm," Yin Bao said, raising his voice to steady the crowd. "We'll investigate this issue immediately."
With a furrowed brow, he retrieved a communication token from his space ring and sent a message to the elder responsible for maintaining the formations within the pocket dimension.
"Elder Ding," Yin Bao said, his tone sharp. "What's going on? The screens have gone dark. Is everything alright inside the pocket dimension?"
A reply came almost instantly, but the elder's voice was tinged with confusion.
"Huh? The screens failed? That's impossible! The arrays have never failed before. Let me check, give me a moment!"
The once rusty cauldron erupted with spiritual qi, its corroded surface vanishing in an instant. Now gleaming brightly, even in the dimly lit cave.
The word 'Suppression' etched on its surface stood out with overwhelming prominence.
As the cauldron transformed, so did Tan Wei.
His warm, familiar smile twisted into something unsettling—a wild, almost manic grin. His black irises slowly turned crimson, and his short black hair grew until it reached his waist, shifting into a vibrant red hue.
The group around him froze, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and suspicion.
How could someone change so much in an instant? The aura he exuded now was foreign, almost unrecognizable. Was he… possessed?
Even his demeanor was different, as though an entirely new person had taken over.
"Let's roll, baby!" Tan Wei exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.
He dashed toward Feng Fan, grabbing him by his collar. In one fluid motion, he hurled Feng Fan into the gleaming cauldron.
At that exact moment, the memories imprinted on the Suppression Relic reached their conclusion. Yet, the relic itself, still resting within Feng Fan's spatial ring, did not remain idle.
It began to hum furiously, its vibrations filled with an overwhelming sense of rage.
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With an insatiable hunger, it started to devour every bit of energy stored within it. The spiritual qi from the spiritual qi vein Feng Fan had absorbed months ago, as well as the trapped Heavenly Demon Monarch, became its targets.
"N-No! Don't kill me!" the Heavenly Demon Monarch's panicked voice echoed from within the relic.
Realizing the suction force meant his demise, he struggled desperately to escape. But where could he flee? His very existence had become inseparably bound to the relic.
The relic devoured him completely, reducing even his essence to nothing. Yet, it wasn't enough.
Still unsatisfied, the Suppression Relic spun wildly inside Feng Fan's space ring, extending its reach further. The spiritual qi stored within the mountains of spiritual qi stone in his ring was drained in seconds, leaving behind nothing but lifeless dust.
Seeing Tan Wei throwing Feng Fan without care, Huang Xue, Qian Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang stepped forward, worry and anger visible in their expressions.
"Tan Wei, what do you think you are doing?" asked Xue Qiang, all cordiality thrown away at the moment.
Her spear was in her hand, threatening to pierce through him if he didn't give a satisfactory answer.
Tan Wei didn't respond, only concentrating on the cauldron in front of him. Instead, Gong Long did.
He placed his hand on Xue Qiang's spear and looked at her, his words not only trying to pacify her anger but also Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue's.
"Trust Brother Tan, he would never do anything to hurt Brother Feng!" said Gong Long, his expression deadly serious.
Xue Qiang glared at Gong Long for a brief moment before withdrawing her spear and crossing her arms.
"Fine, but if he dies, I'll kill both of you!" she snapped.
A cold shiver ran down Gong Long's spine. He swallowed hard, realizing the danger he'd put himself in.
'Brother Tan, you better not fail!' he thought, his face pale. 'If Feng Fan dies, this crazy girl will send us both to accompany him to the grave!'
Contrary to the worried expressions around him, Lai Hu, the one who had suggested the solution to Tan Wei, was brimming with excitement.
"You did it! You did it!" Lai Hu's voice echoed in Tan Wei's mind, filled with joy.
"Boy, you've taken the first step to becoming the strongest alchemist beneath and above the heavens. Now, go! Embrace your legacy and use it to save your friend!"
The moment Lai Hu saw the transformation of the cauldron, he knew Tan Wei had succeeded. He didn't understand why Tan Wei's appearance had shifted to resemble his master so much, but that didn't matter now.
What mattered was the knowledge and power Tan Wei had awakened. Whatever lay within the cauldron was no ordinary inheritance—it was bound to hold the key to solving Feng Fan's dire situation.
The moment Feng Fan was tossed into the cauldron, Tan Wei began chanting, strange and ancient words flowing from his lips. The spiritual qi in the air above started pouring into the cauldron alongside Feng Fan.
As the spiritual qi entered, it began to transform, turning into water that gently enveloped Feng Fan's body. The water level rose steadily, and as it did, the spiritual qi within the cauldron started to accumulate.
Tan Wei didn't turn the extra spiritual qi into water; instead, he infused it with fire properties, causing the temperature inside the cauldron to rise gradually.
When Tan Wei judged the time to be right, he reached into his space ring and pulled out an oversized bamboo spoon. He began stirring the ingredients inside the cauldron.
And the ingredients he was stirring… was Feng Fan himself!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC163 A Brick Swallowing the Sun
Each time Tan Wei completed a full circle with the bamboo spoon inside the cauldron, the heavens qi within Feng Fan's dantian screamed in defiance. Bit by bit, it began to weaken.
The balance of power inside Feng Fan was shattered, and the suppression qi within him surged forward, devouring the heavens qi entirely. In that instant, the shackles holding back his cultivation were broken like brittle chains.
Like a raging storm unleashing its fury, Feng Fan instinctively activated his cultivation technique to its maximum. The nine pillars within his dantian began to merge, fusing into a brilliant golden core.
Though small in size, the golden core radiated a light so dazzling it could illuminate the entire pocket dimension. Staring at it for too long felt like staring directly at the sun.
As the golden core formed, waves of spiritual qi flowed through his bones.
His bones grew denser, stronger than steel, while his muscles and joints harmonized perfectly. His entire body seemed to evolve, becoming an unbreakable vessel.
1st Golden Core Formation and Organ Tempering realms!
When Feng Fan broke through, a massive cloud formed above them, so large it seemed to cover the entire pocket dimension.
Rumble!
The Suppression Relic inside Feng Fan's space ring, having drained every bit of energy from the contents of his ring, sensed its greatest enemy—the Heavens—approaching.
With a burst of fury, it shattered the restrictions on Feng Fan's space ring and shot toward the sky. The rock above them melted away as if it were paper caught in flames.
Nothing could block its path.
Feng Fan's eyes opened and his gaze shot upward. He soared after the Suppression Relic, following the path it carved through the cave.
"Little Brick, you're back!" Feng Fan called out with a grin, his voice full of joy as he hovered in the air, watching the Suppression Relic just above him.
The Suppression Relic hummed with satisfaction but did not approach Feng Fan. Instead, it continued soaring toward the clouds above.
Feng Fan spotted the lightning tribulation gathering overhead and understood what was about to happen.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
Multiple bolts of lightning rained down toward Feng Fan, but each one was intercepted by the Suppression Relic. With every strike, the Relic glowed red.
Mysterious lines and symbols began to spread across its surface, the lightning only fueling its transformation.
Feng Fan glanced at the huge cloud filled with energy, feeling its power through its skin.
'This is no lightning tribulation. The Heavens are trying to assassinate me,' thought Feng Fan, his eyes narrowing at the clouds above him.
When the lightning tribulation dissipated, the Suppression Relic was no longer the same. its transformation was completed.
It flew directly to where the white orb was located. Feng Fan saw it and understood its intention through their connection.
"It's time for round 2, Hou Mengyao," Feng Fan muttered with a smirk.
As soon as Feng Fan took off after the Suppression Relic, everyone inside the cave stepped outside, just in time to watch him disappear into the horizon.
It was clear where he was headed—straight for Hou Mengyao!
"Fanfan, you idiot! You just recovered, and you're already rushing off to get yourself killed!" Xue Qiang grumbled, but she was already flying after him.
Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue followed suit, ignoring the pain from their barely-healed injuries.
"Should we… follow them?" Cao Zhu asked, his voice uncertain.
Tan Wei and Gong Long exchanged a glance, then looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"Do you really think we'll get there in time?" Gong Long asked, shaking his head. "Even if we did, what good would we be? Let's just stay here and wait. At least we won't be in the way."
With that, Gong Long turned and walked back into the cave, which now had a large hole in its ceiling.
—
Beside the white orb, Hou Mengyao sat cross-legged, his eyes closed as he focused on his cultivation.
"Wait, what's that? How did those dark clouds form? There were no clouds here just a moment ago!" a disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect exclaimed, staring at the ominous clouds above.
"Yeah, isn't it impossible for clouds to form here? I haven't seen a single one since we arrived. This is the first time."
"T-That's a lightning tribulation, I'm sure of it!"
The comment drew some laughs.
"Oh, really? And where exactly have you seen a lightning tribulation before? Only cultivators breaking through from the Return to Void realm to the Transcending Tribulation realm face such a thing. There's no one that strong in the Qian Empire."
"Well… I did see an expert undergoing a lightning tribulation when I traveled to the Mao Empire a few years ago, but the clouds were much smaller. These look… much stronger…" the disciple muttered, his face reddening as he realized how ridiculous his words sounded.
A lightning tribulation here? It just didn't make sense. Who could possibly be breaking through to the Transcending Tribulation realm?
The disciples kept laughing, their voices echoing in the air as the clouds dispersed. They hadn't seen a single bolt of lightning falling.
"Tell us, have you ever seen a lightning tribulation without lightning? Please, enlighten us—we must be frogs at the bottom of a well!" one of them mocked, grinning widely.
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The disciple who had suggested the idea of a lightning tribulation scratched his head in embarrassment but chose to stay silent, ignoring their taunts.
What none of them expected was for the sky to darken again, just moments later. This time, it was much darker than before, as if the sun had been swallowed.
"Uh… what's going on?" one of the disciples muttered, his voice uneasy as he glanced upward.
His face suddenly twisted in terror, his legs trembling as he collapsed to the ground.
"T-T-T-THIS… WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" he screamed, his voice breaking with fear.
Startled by his outburst, every disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect, including Hou Mengyao, turned their gazes skyward.
For most of them, this would be the last sight of their lives.
Hovering above them was an enormous black brick etched with glowing red patterns. Its oppressive presence filled the air with dread.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC164 The Pest Control Service Has Arrived!
"Hello, everyone! Did you miss me? Your good friend, Feng Fan, is back!" a booming voice echoed from above, carrying an air of confidence.
Hou Mengyao's gaze shot toward the source of the voice—the person he most wanted to kill.
For a brief moment, his eyes widened in fear as they landed on the enormous black brick looming above him. But that fear was quickly replaced by rage.
He clenched his fists, furious at himself for feeling even a flicker of fear toward someone he considered no more than an ant.
"Feng Fan," Hou Mengyao spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You've come back just to die? Let's see if you can run with your tail between your legs this time!" His narrowed eyes burned with anger as he stared above.
Hearing Hou Mengyao's words, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect felt a chill run down their spines. They wanted to scream, 'Don't provoke this lunatic! He'll kill us all!'
They couldn't fathom where Feng Fan had gotten that massive weapon or why he hadn't used it before, but just looking at it was enough to make their legs tremble.
Fear gripped their hearts as they glanced at the enormous brick hovering above them, its mere presence radiating a suffocating pressure.
The urge to flee overwhelmed them. They wanted nothing more than to abandon the cliff and run as far away as possible. Unfortunately, Feng Fan wasn't about to let them go so easily.
As soon as Hou Mengyao's taunts left his mouth, Feng Fan didn't even bother responding. Without a word, he willed the Suppression Relic to move.
With a deafening roar, the massive brick hurtled downward like a comet, its colossal frame threatening to obliterate everything in its path.
Hou Mengyao's expression hardened. He summoned his sword and mustered all the sword qi he could gather before slashing toward the brick above.
"You think I'm scared?! I'm Hou Mengyao! The Son of Destiny. I won't lose!" he roared, trying to dismiss his fears.
Feng Fan smirked. "You are nothing but a cockroach, and I'm the pest control service!"
Unlike Hou Mengyao, who stood his ground and tried to stop the massive brick, the other disciples didn't even entertain the thought. Panic consumed them as they fled with everything they had, some flying, others running as fast as their legs could carry them.
Unfortunately for them, Little Brick was faster. Having regained part of its memories and power, it was now out for blood.
Hou Mengyao's sword clashed against the brick with all his might, but the impact didn't even slow it for a moment. The Suppression Relic tore through his defenses as if they were nothing.
With a thunderous crash, the cliff was obliterated under the sheer force of the massive weapon. The entire ridge crumbled, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, along with Hou Mengyao, were dragged into the chaos.
As the cliff shattered into countless fragments, the Suppression Relic, carrying debris and bodies, plummeted toward the raging river below, leaving behind a trail of destruction.
Splash!
The impact was devastating. Every disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect was smashed to a pulp.
The sheer volume of rocks and soil that crashed down created a massive island in the river channel, altering its flow.
As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, the Suppression Relic began to shrink rapidly, returning to its original size. Its energy still pulsated with intensity, the glowing red patterns and strange symbols etched on its surface like scars of its fury.
Feng Fan caught the Suppression Relic in his hand as he gazed down at the new island that had formed below.
Beneath the mound of debris and shattered stone lay the mangled remains of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples. Most of their bodies were beyond recognition.
The only survivor was Hou Mengyao, but his condition was dire. Every bone in his body had been shattered, and his once-proud face was now a mangled, disfigured ruin.
Despite his powerful cultivation, the only thing keeping him alive was the system within him, desperately clinging to his fading life. It forcefully maintained his final breath, refusing to let him die.
'No... how could this happen? I'm the chosen one! I'm destined for immortality! How could I fall like this?!' Hou Mengyao's thoughts were consumed by despair and rage, his heart boiling with frustration.
He wanted to cry, but only blood poured from his broken eyes.
He wanted to scream, but his lungs couldn't find the air to do so.
He wanted to move, but his torn muscles refused to respond.
Suddenly, a cold and familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[Detecting host's life force nearing critical levels. Emergency protocol initialized. The system will divert all available resources to restore the host to optimal condition and eliminate the anomaly.]
[Forceful mission initiated: 'Kill the anomaly, or die'.]
[Reward: ***********]
[Failure Penalty: Immediate Death]
[Injecting heavens qi into the host's body.]
Before Hou Mengyao could fully grasp the meaning of the system's messages, an overwhelming surge of heavens qi flooded his body.
His already disfigured face twisted further in agony, making him look even more ghastly. The heavens qi rampaged through him, forcefully reconstructing his broken body. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
His shattered bones fused seamlessly, his damaged organs regenerated, and fresh blood coursed through his veins.
Power erupted within his golden core, pushing his cultivation to new heights, stopping only at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm.
With a deafening burst of spiritual qi, Hou Mengyao blew away the rubble and debris surrounding him. He shot into the sky, coming to a halt directly in front of Feng Fan.
"Feng Fan!" he bellowed, laughter dripping with arrogance as the newfound power surged through his meridians. "I'll crush you like the insignificant ant you are!"
The Suppression Relic in Feng Fan's hand vibrated with fury, its crimson patterns glowing. It detected the heavens qi coursing through Hou Mengyao.
Through their bond, Feng Fan immediately understood what it wanted. A sly smirk spread across his face.
"Little Brick," he said, his voice filled with determination, "let's shatter the Heavens together!"
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC165 Round 2
Even though Hou Mengyao had advanced his cultivation, Feng Fan remained brimming with confidence. With his trusty brick back at his side and his own cultivation reaching new heights, he felt unstoppable.
He was certain that the current him could crush his past self with just a single slap. The gap between the two versions of himself was immeasurable.
Not only had all his previous techniques become sharper and more refined, but a brand-new technique had been imprinted into his mind during his breakthrough. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the time to master it yet, so he couldn't use it against Hou Mengyao.
As Hou Mengyao and Feng Fan prepared to clash, a firm voice broke through the tension.
"Fanfan! You better not dare hurt him!" Xue Qiang flew from above, placing herself between the two men.
Her spear pointed directly at Hou Mengyao without a shred of hesitation. Even though she knew she wasn't his match, her eyes burned with defiance.
Moments later, Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue arrived, hovering beside Xue Qiang in the air. Their weapons were also aimed at Hou Mengyao, standing as shields in front of Feng Fan.
"Hou Mengyao, we'll take you on!" declared Qian Xiaoli, her voice steady.
Feng Fan felt a warm flutter in his chest. 'Three heavenly beauties protecting me… What more could a man ask for?'
While he basked in the moment briefly, he quickly snapped back to reality. He knew they couldn't defeat Hou Mengyao. This was his fight, not theirs.
A wicked laugh erupted from Hou Mengyao. "Hahaha! Your women want to sacrifice themselves for you? How amusing. I'll make them regret it. I'll rape and torture them right in front of you. Oh, I can already picture your despair!"
Feng Fan's expression turned dark, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with cold resolve. "Qinqin, Xiaoli, Huang Xue, step back. This fight is mine!"
The three of them hesitated, worry etched on their faces. It was clear they didn't believe Feng Fan stood a chance against Hou Mengyao.
"Fanfan, I—" Xue Qiang began to protest, but Feng Fan cut her off with a sharp look.
"Believe in me, okay? Have I ever lied to you?" he said, his voice steady, his expression utterly sincere.
He lied without a shred of shame.
His gaze was so convincing, so resolute, it could have swindled candy from children without effort.
Reluctantly, the three nodded and began to back away, leaving Feng Fan to face Hou Mengyao alone.
But Hou Mengyao sneered. "Did I allow anyone to leave?"
He infused his sword with heavens and sword qi, the power coursing through it began to create small rifts in the pocket dimension's space.
In a flash, Hou Mengyao appeared before the girls, his sword ready to cut them down in one swing.
Clang!
Feng Fan moved like lightning, stepping between them just in time. The Suppression Relic blocked Hou Mengyao's sword with a deafening impact. The collision of their powers caused space itself to distort violently, sending ripples across the dimension.
"Hou Mengyao, I'm your opponent!" Feng Fan declared.
Hou Mengyao's brows furrowed in irritation. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
The man he considered nothing more than an ant was standing in his way, blocking him, despite all the power he had gained.
Just a day ago, Hou Mengyao could have killed Feng Fan with a single slash. But now? The man's strength rivaled his own.
'How?!' Hou Mengyao's mind raced, unable to comprehend the situation. 'He had been left half-dead, barely clinging to life. There was no way someone could recover from that and grow so much stronger in such a short amount of time.'
'It shouldn't be possible,' he thought bitterly.' I am the Son of Destiny. I am the one chosen to achieve the impossible. Only I can display such miraculous results!'
Feng Fan, hearing Hou Mengyao's self-absorbed delusions, smirked. "Confused, Hou Mengyao? Don't worry, I'll put you out of your misery soon enough."
Still holding his weapon firmly against Hou Mengyao's sword, Feng Fan suddenly lashed out with a kick.
A massive, muscular, and hairy leg materialized behind him, surging forward with tremendous force. The leg's appearance was so vivid and detailed that it looked like a real limb rather than an illusory image.
Hou Mengyao's eyes widened in terror as the massive, hairy leg barreled toward his crotch. A chill ran down his spine, and an overwhelming sense of dread consumed him.
He flew backward, desperate to create distance between himself and Feng Fan. Yet, no matter how far or fast he moved, the leg seemed to pursue him relentlessly, closing the gap with every second.
"N-No!" he roared in panic, swinging his sword in a desperate attempt to block the incoming attack.
His blade, brimming with the combined power of heavens and sword qi, capable of slicing through steel like butter, collided with the leg.
Clang!
The sound of impact echoed like metal striking an unbreakable wall. Hou Mengyao's eyes filled with disbelief.
The feedback from the collision jolted through his hands, sending a sharp pain coursing through his arms.
It felt as though he had struck the hardest metal in existence, not a human leg, made of flesh and blood.
His grip faltered, his hands trembling under the strain. If not for the heavens qi coursing through his body, forcibly enhancing his strength, he would have lost his hold on his weapon entirely.
Feng Fan noticed Hou Mengyao losing his composure and seized the opportunity. The brick in his hand cut sharply through the air, aimed directly at Hou Mengyao's head.
"Hou Mengyao, congratulations—you just won the bingo! Here's your new hat, you bastard!"
Crack!
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The Suppression Relic slammed into Hou Mengyao's skull with brutal force. Blood sprayed from the impact as his cranium fractured.
His body was launched like a ragdoll, hurtling toward the river below.
Feng Fan wasted no time and flew after him. As long as Hou Mengyao was breathing, he would never let him go.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC166 Sealing The Heavens
Hou Mengyao crashed into the river, his vision spinning and his mind teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. The heavens qi within his body surged, rapidly repairing the damage to his cracked skull and restoring his clarity.
As he regained full awareness, he looked up and saw Feng Fan descending toward him.
Rage twisted Hou Mengyao's face. 'I won't lose!' he vowed internally.
The qi within him erupted, forcing the water around him into a vacuum-like void. His sword, which had fallen into the river during the impact, trembled before flying back into his hand as if called by an unbreakable bond.
Raising the blade high above his head, Hou Mengyao gathered all the power coursing through his meridians. Behind him, an ethereal figure of an immortal materialized, mirroring his stance with a sword lifted high.
"Cutting Heaven and Earth!" Hou Mengyao roared, his voice echoing like thunder.
Spiritual qi erupted from his body in waves, sending out a vertical slash so powerful that the fabric of space trembled. The pocket dimension strained under the pressure, its edges threatening to fracture under the might of the attack.
Feng Fan's expression turned grave. "Little Brick, it's all on you!"
The Suppression Relic responded with a resonating hum, its crimson patterns glowing brighter with determination. Feng Fan infused it with suppression qi, its power surging to its peak, and hurled it forward with all his might.
The relic shot through the air like a blazing comet, leaving a vibrant red streak in its wake. When it collided with Hou Mengyao's sword slash, the clash was catastrophic.
The pocket dimension, already strained under their immense power, could no longer endure. For less than a fraction of a second, a small section of space shattered, exposing the void beyond.
Back in the main plaza, where the elders anxiously awaited the return of the screens, a faint rift appeared and vanished almost instantly. Most didn't notice, but the experts who had ascended to the Return to Void realm or beyond sensed it immediately—especially Yin Bao.
His expression shifted, a rare look of concern crossing his face. He quickly retrieved a communication token from his space ring, his voice sharp and commanding.
"Elder Ding, the pocket dimension's space is fracturing. What in the heavens is happening?"
A hurried reply came through, filled with uncertainty.
"I-I don't know, Elder Yin. This is unprecedented. Something is interfering with our connection to the dimension."
Yin Bao's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"If this isn't resolved in the next minute, I will tear open the space myself," he growled. "Even if it means canceling the competition."
After neutralizing the slash, Feng Fan caught the Suppression Relic midair and surged forward, unwavering in his pursuit of Hou Mengyao.
Behind him, a colossal image of a serene Buddha materialized, radiating an imposing aura. Alongside the Buddha, golden chains and a shimmering seal manifested, crackling with power. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire
Sealing Palm!
Hou Mengyao refused to yield, roaring in defiance. He swung his blade with all his might, another vertical slash tearing through the air. The ethereal immortal mirrored his movements, its enormous sword descending in unison.
Palm met blade in an explosion of spiritual qi. The Buddha's palm pressed on, unyielding, as Hou Mengyao's blade fractured.
Cracks raced across the weapon until it shattered entirely, unable to withstand the force.
The remnants of the sword disintegrated as Feng Fan's Sealing Palm continued its relentless path, striking Hou Mengyao directly in the golden core.
Hou Mengyao's eyes widened in horror. He felt the crushing force of the seal invades his body. His golden core and dantian were locked in chains that glowed with suppressive power.
The heavens qi within him, once untouchable, writhed in resistance but was swiftly overwhelmed, bound by the chains.
His heart sank into despair as his strength evaporated. "N-No! My cultivation… it's everything to me! I can't lose it!" he screamed, his voice filled with anguish.
Feng Fan's expression was cold, his voice cutting like a blade. "Don't worry. You won't have to live long enough to miss it."
Without hesitation, Feng Fan gripped the Suppression Relic tightly and hurled it with all his might. The brick streaked through the air, a devastating force that shattered both the river's surface and the fabric of space itself.
It collided with Hou Mengyao's body and created a space rift, its chaotic pull dragging him into the void. He wasn't even able to scream before dying, his body disappeared into the abyss, swallowed by the rupture.
But just as Hou Mengyao's form vanished, Feng Fan's sharp eyes caught sight of something strange. A faint, translucent light escaped from Hou Mengyao's body, darting away as if trying to flee.
"What the—?" Feng Fan muttered, baffled.
Before he could act, the Suppression Relic, seemingly moving of its own will, surged after the light. In a swift motion, the relic absorbed it effortlessly, its red glow intensifying for a brief moment before dimming.
Feng Fan hovered in place, puzzled by what he'd just witnessed. "What was that?" he muttered, gripping the Suppression Relic tightly as it returned to his hand.
Something about this wasn't over—he could feel it.
—
Just as Yin Bao was preparing to tear through the space, the screens flickered back to life. He let out a sigh of relief, but his moment of peace was short-lived.
Another rift in the fabric of space appeared, far larger than the last. And this time, something much worse followed: a mangled body was thrown violently from the rift.
The figure was barely recognizable, its form torn and broken beyond belief. Yet, despite the disfigurement, there was no mistaking the face.
It was Hou Mengyao, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect!
The first to react was the Sect Master, whose heart sank at the sight of the horrific scene. Despite his years of surviving countless trials, seeing Hou Mengyao's body like this brought tears to his eyes.
"N-No… WHO DID THIS? WHO KILLED HIM?!" he shouted, his voice raw with anger and grief.
Hou Mengyao had been the brightest star the sect had ever seen, a prodigy with the potential to break into the Immortal Ascension realm.
His rise had promised to bring the Heavenly Sword Sect to unimaginable heights, but now… all of that had been shattered.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC167 The Speed At Which I Draw My Blade…
Yin Bao frowned, his thoughts racing. 'Hou Mengyao had been the strongest genius among this batch of disciples. Even compared to the Mao Empire's best, he had stood at the top...'
'Had the pocket dimension been invaded? Was someone from outside responsible for his death?'
He found it hard to believe that anyone from his generation could have killed Hou Mengyao.
The next strongest disciple was only at the 3rd Golden Core Formation realm, and Hou Mengyao had been a prodigy in the Sword Dao, making him nearly invincible in the same realm.
Yin Bao grabbed his communication token again. 'Send disciples below the Nascent Soul realm to investigate what could have caused the disturbance.'
Though Hou Mengyao had died, Yin Bao wasn't about to cancel the competition. With the screens back up, the event could continue as planned. After it ended, he would personally enter the pocket dimension to investigate further.
As for the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Yin Bao didn't feel the need to explain anything to him, so he chose to simply ignore him.
—
Seated on an enormous throne, a captivating woman with long silver hair toyed with a strand of it, her long nails grazing her locks.
"Oh," she murmured, her expression showing mild surprise. "A child of mine died in a lower realm… Who could have possibly killed him?"
No one was present to answer her, but a rift soon formed before her, and a man with fiery red hair stepped through.
"Ah, Sun, it's been a while. What brings you here?" she asked, her smile graceful and calm.
Sun didn't seem interested in pleasantries. He went straight to the point.
"Moon, the Heavens Suppression Sect's relic was spotted a year ago leaving the Immortal World... Why didn't you tell me about this?!"
Moon's silver eyes widened in surprise. "What? It did?" she responded, then her surprise shifted to amusement. "Well, that's quite interesting. Perhaps it's what caused my child's death."
A vein visibly pulsed on Sun's forehead. "Moon, you were supposed to keep an eye on the Immortal World. What have you been doing?! You know how crucial these last few thousand years are for us…"
Moon softly placed a hand over her mouth, chuckling lightly. "Don't worry. I think I know where it is. If I'm right, two of my children are in the same world as the relic."
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Inside the pocket dimension, Feng Fan held the Suppression Relic, its red patterns and symbols gradually fading. Within a breath of time, its surface returned to its plain, black appearance.
"Fanfan! I'm so glad you did it…" Xue Qiang appeared behind Feng Fan and wrapped her arms around him, her chest pressing against his back.
Qian Xiaoli quickly followed suit, unabashed. She hugged Feng Fan from the front, her chest pressing against his.
'Ah… This sensation… This must be what heaven feels like…' Feng Fan thought.
Only Huang Xue stood off to the side, a bit shy. 'Once they leave, I'll also hug him,' she thought.
Seeing Qian Xiaoli hugging Feng Fan, Xue Qiang narrowed her eyes. To her, it looked like the other woman was a vixen trying to steal her man.
"Who said you could hug him? Get off!" Xue Qiang snapped.
Qian Xiaoli, noticing her anger, chuckled. "Hey, didn't your parents teach you that good things are meant to be shared?"
Her words only added fuel to the fire. Xue Qiang was about to pull her spear from her space ring and thrust it directly into the vixen's mouth when Feng Fan slipped out of their embrace.
He quickly moved to their side, wrapping his arms around both of them. "Thanks, girls," he said.
Feng Fan planted a soft kiss on Xue Qiang's lips, which made her anger fade and her cheeks flush with color.
He did the same with Qian Xiaoli, knowing that Xue Qiang might explode again, but he didn't want to hide his relationship with Qian Xiaoli from her any longer. He decided it was better to slowly explain things.
It seems he neither knew the meaning of slow nor explanation.
To his surprise, Xue Qiang was lost in her own world and didn't even notice the kiss.
Feng Fan couldn't help but smile wryly at the situation.
Meanwhile, Huang Xue's shyness turned into regret and anger at herself. 'W-Why couldn't I make a move too…'
As Huang Xue tried to hold back tears, Feng Fan appeared in front of her and hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Huang Xue. I couldn't have done this without you!"
Her clenched fists relaxed, and her cheeks turned bright red. "I-I didn't do much," she stammered.
'I wanted a kiss too, but how can I ask for one?' the thought of being kissed by Feng Fan made her blush even deeper, almost like a tomato.
Luckily for her, Feng Fan could read her thoughts and knew exactly what she was wishing for.
'Well, if two kisses are good, three must be even better,' he thought with a grin.
He couldn't deny that he liked Huang Xue a lot. Since a monogamous relationship was out of the question, he decided to go with the flow.
Feng Fan placed one hand on her waist and the other behind her neck. He gently tilted her head up to face him and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
While Xue Qiang was still holding her cheeks, her thoughts racing, Qian Xiaoli flew beside Feng Fan and saw him kissing Huang Xue.
"Hey, isn't two enough? Now you're going for the third?" Qian Xiaoli said, a hint of displeasure on her face. "You better stop at three, or else…"
She didn't finish her sentence, preferring to leave Feng Fan to imagine the punishment he might face.
Feng Fan smiled wryly. "A fourth? Three are already too much trouble... If it goes any further, the speed at which I draw my blade…"
He then remembered that he didn't actually use blades.
"Never mind, don't worry about it. Beautiful women always bring trouble, and I've already got enough on my plate. I definitely don't need any more!"
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"So… should we go back to the white orb?" Feng Fan asked.
He looked up and noticed that the cliff where the orb had been was gone, yet the orb itself remained, floating in midair.
"Didn't I hit that thing? How is it still there?" he muttered, puzzled.
"When we arrived, it wasn't there. I think you did move it, but it returned on its own," Qian Xiaoli said.
"Wait… does that mean this orb has a consciousness or something?" Feng Fan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Qian Xiaoli gave him a flat look, as if he had just said something ridiculous. "Of course not. That's just a predetermined response. Do you really think relics with consciousness are as common as cabbages at the market? I've never even heard of one in the Black Turtle Continent."
Feng Fan scratched the back of his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Let's just go. With the white orb, we'll win the competition without a doubt. Now that Hou Mengyao is out of the picture, I doubt anyone else will dare to try and steal it."
Huang Xue nodded in agreement, but Qian Xiaoli smirked at him.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Fan'er?" she asked, her tone playful.
"Huh? What did I forget? Didn't I already give you a hug and a kiss?" Feng Fan asked, genuinely confused.
Qian Xiaoli's cheeks flushed red. "Idiot! The orbs you collected! Did you already forget our deal?!"
"Oh!" Realization hit him. "My bad, hehe."
He quickly pulled out all the orbs from his wristband and handed them over to Qian Xiaoli.
"Satisfied?"
Qian Xiaoli shook her head. "No, give me more. How can I be sure I'll get second place with just these?"
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "We robbed so many people, and you're still complaining? Stop it. I'm sure you can get second place with what you have."
Qian Xiaoli chuckled. 'Robbing others had indeed been quite profitable.'
"And what if you're wrong? How are you going to make it up to me?"
"Aren't you already rich?" Feng Fan asked. "What more could you possibly want from a poor guy like me?"
Poor Feng Fan. At that moment, he had no idea just how broke he really was.
The Suppression Relic had absorbed everything in his space ring that radiated spiritual qi—over 99% of his stored valuables.
"Don't be so stingy. If I don't get second place, you'll take me to the capital and treat me to dinner again. How about that?"
Feng Fan was about to agree when a sudden heat spread through his right shoulder. A warm hand had just landed there.
"What do you mean by again?" A melodious voice rang behind him.
He turned around to see Xue Qiang smiling—a beautiful, yet chilling smile. Her expression gave little away, but the rising heat on his shoulder spoke volumes about her mood.
"Uh, Qinqin, I—"
Xue Qiang tightened her grip on Feng Fan's shoulder and, without mercy, pulled him behind her before turning to face Qian Xiaoli.
Fortunately for him, his body was strong enough that neither her heat nor her strength could hurt him.
Qian Xiaoli raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what Xue Qiang was about to do.
"Here, take these. This should be enough," Xue Qiang said, handing over every orb she had stored in her wristband.
Qian Xiaoli accepted them but let out a dramatic sigh. "Ah, I thought you two were just a couple, but it turns out she's actually your sugar mommy, Feng Fan…"
Huang Xue, watching from the side, couldn't hold back a soft chuckle, while Feng Fan smiled awkwardly.
As for Xue Qiang, she kept her cold gaze locked on Qian Xiaoli. "You got what you wanted. Why are you still here?"
"No need to be so aggressive. We'll be sisters in the future, after all," Qian Xiaoli said with a playful smile. "Besides, there are still four days left before the competition ends. I'll be here until the very end…"
Her words made Xue Qiang's cold expression falter, replaced by confusion. 'Sisters? What does she mean? Is she joining the White Crow Sect?'
That was the first thought that crossed Xue Qiang's mind, but it didn't make sense to her. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire
Qian Xiaoli had the powerful Qian Empire backing her. Why would she choose the White Crow Sect, which was far weaker than her own family?
Neither Qian Xiaoli nor Feng Fan offered any further explanation. Qian Xiaoli felt she had already said too much, and Feng Fan preferred to keep his soul inside his body.
With the conversation over, Xue Qiang, Feng Fan, and Huang Xue flew toward the white orb, while Qian Xiaoli headed into the forest where the cliff once stood. She kept a safe distance, not wanting to risk accidentally claiming the orb when the competition ended.
Besides, Xue Qiang was still giving her a strange look, and Qian Xiaoli felt it was best not to push her luck.
'Who knows when she'll decide to pull her spear out and stab me?' she thought, glancing at Xue Qiang.
The day passed peacefully, with no other sects coming to claim the white orb. But just as Feng Fan was beginning to relax, a nagging feeling crept into his mind.
"Wait… didn't we forget something?"
—
The day before, right after Feng Fan killed Hou Mengyao, the first thing everyone did was look for the screens displaying the white orb.
The first person they saw beside the orb was none other than the most despised figure in the competition—Feng Fan.
A heavy silence filled the viewing area as countless eyes locked onto him. Though no one dared to say it outright, the implication was clear.
The sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect narrowed his eyes, his expression dark.
'Did he really kill Yao'er? That shouldn't be possible… This brat is too weak…'
No matter the doubts, one thing was certain—Feng Fan knew something.
'I'll capture him and soul-search his memories.'
Whether Feng Fan was guilty or not didn't matter. The process would leave him a mindless husk, but the sect master didn't care.
Whether Feng Fan was innocent or not, he wanted him dead!
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"Ah, of course!" Realization struck Feng Fan as he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.
"Girls, why didn't Tan Wei, Gong Long, and Cao Zhu come along?" he asked.
Huang Xue and Xue Qiang looked at each other.
—
Inside the same cave where Feng Fan had broken through to the Golden Core Formation and Organ Tempering realms, three men exchanged uneasy glances.
"Hey, shouldn't the fight be over by now? It's already been a day!" Cao Zhu muttered, shifting nervously. "Maybe… they just forgot about us."
Tan Wei let out a deep sigh. "Let's just go and check."
Gong Long and Cao Zhu nodded before heading toward the cliff where the white orb had been. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
However, the moment they stepped out of the cave, a voice made their hearts sink.
"Oh? If it isn't the White Crow Sect," a mocking voice rang out. "I thought you losers would stay hiding in the outskirts, but it looks like some of you actually have some guts! Haha!"
Cao Zhu, Gong Long, and Tan Wei turned toward the voice, their faces darkening.
Five disciples clad in Blue Dragon Sect robes stood before them, each radiating a powerful aura of the 9th Foundation Establishment realm.
Cao Zhu swallowed hard. The strongest among them, Tan Wei, was only at the 6th Foundation Establishment realm. Even if he could hold his own against one of them, there was no way he could handle all five.
"Senior Brother, judging by how weak they are, I doubt they have any valuable orbs," one of the Blue Dragon Sect disciples sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But since we ran into them, we can't just let them leave empty-handed, right?"
The senior brother nodded in agreement. "Junior Brother, you're absolutely right! If we let them walk away like this, people might start thinking the Blue Dragon Sect has no manners. Let's give them a beating!"
Before they could make a move, an unfamiliar voice cut through the air from behind them.
"Oh? That's a great idea. How about I do it instead?"
A sudden chill ran down the spines of the Blue Dragon Sect disciples. Someone had crept up on them without any of them noticing!
"Who?!" the senior brother shouted, spinning around to face the intruder.
But before he could turn fully, a brutal force struck him in the ass.
"AAAH!"
He barely had time to scream before his consciousness faded, and he collapsed to the ground.
Feng Fan lowered his hands and whistled. "Wow, my Snake Entering the Cave technique is getting better. One casual hit and a 9th Foundation Establishment cultivator is already out cold."
The remaining four disciples paled as they recognized their attacker.
"F-Feng Fan?! You broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm? That's impossible!"
Feng Fan glanced at the disciple who had spoken, his expression filled with annoyance. He closed the distance in an instant and delivered a swift kick to the groin.
The poor man tried to dodge, but he was too slow. Unlike his senior brother, the sheer shock and pain left him completely frozen.
He didn't even manage to scream before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious.
Feng Fan clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Hey, aren't you guys a little too weak? What's with all this passing out? How am I supposed to have any fun like this?"
Feng Fan moved quickly, slipping the space rings off the two unconscious men's fingers.
The moment their bodies vanished in a flash of light, leaving their orbs behind, the remaining three disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect turned pale.
"RUN!" one of them shouted before bolting as fast as he could.
Feng Fan clicked his tongue, too lazy to chase them himself. Instead, he pulled out the Suppression Relic from his space ring.
"Little Brick, they're yours!"
It no longer had the red lines and symbols around its surface. The Suppression Relic was back to its old self, nothing more than a little black brick.
The relic let out a pleased hum and shot forward, its speed far surpassing that of the fleeing men.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A light tap on the head was all it took to send them into a deep slumber. Before their bodies could vanish like the others, Feng Fan quickly looted their belongings.
"Even if this is just pocket change compared to what I have now, it's still better than nothing," he said with a satisfied smile.
Hearing his words, the Suppression Relic hummed shyly. It wasn't sure how to break the news to him…
"Brother Feng, you're alright!" Tan Wei said, approaching Feng Fan with Gong Long and Cao Zhu by his side, a broad smile on his face.
Feng Fan smiled back and nodded. "Of course! That weakling Hou Mengyao was no match for me!"
Tan Wei chuckled softly but chose not to mention that he had been nearly beaten to death by the same Hou Mengyao just a day ago.
"What took you so long? We thought something had happened…" Cao Zhu asked.
Feng Fan cleared his throat. "Oh, I thought you guys would be going there. Since you hadn't shown up after a whole day, I decided to come back and check…"
He didn't want to admit he had forgotten about them.
Cao Zhu nodded, taking Feng Fan's words seriously.
"We didn't want to get in your way during the fight, so we decided to stay back. Now that it's all settled, let's go! My White Crow Sect will be the king of this competition, hahaha!"
"Hm, let's go, the ladies are waiting for us," Feng Fan said, turning to leave.
'Ah, I should check my wealth. It must have grown a lot since the competition started,' Feng Fan thought with a smile.
But as soon as he glanced into his space ring, his expression froze. All he saw was dust.
No treasures. No spiritual qi stones...
"W-WHERE ARE MY THINGS? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" he yelled, despair gripping his heart.
Meanwhile, the culprit, Little Brick, stayed quiet, safely hidden inside his space ring.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC170 First Place
Gong Long, Tan Wei, and Cao Zhu gathered around Feng Fan, their faces filled with concern.
"What happened? Wasn't everything fine just a moment ago?" Cao Zhu asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Feng Fan stood frozen in front of them, his expression blank and his lips moving as he muttered something incoherent.
Curious, Tan Wei stepped closer to listen.
"My… where… spiritual stones… money… poor…" Feng Fan mumbled, his words broken and faint.
Tan Wei couldn't help but chuckle. Knowing Feng Fan well, he quickly pieced together what must have happened.
"Looks like he lost his fortune and went into shock. He'll snap out of it eventually. Let's take him to the cliff where the white orb is," Tan Wei suggested.
Gong Long and Cao Zhu nodded in agreement.
Gong Long and Tan Wei summoned their weapons, preparing to fly, while Cao Zhu called forth his demon beast and climbed onto its back. Tan Wei carefully placed Feng Fan on top of his cauldron, and with that, the group set off.
Inside Feng Fan's space ring, the Suppression Relic hummed softly, trying to comfort him. It didn't take long for Feng Fan to figure out who the culprit was.
'I treated you like a brother, and this is how you repay me? Ah, my poor heart can't handle this betrayal!' he cried out to the Suppression Relic through their mental connection.
They soon arrived at the spot where the cliff once stood and spotted the white orb glowing in the distance.
"What the—? Where's the cliff?" Cao Zhu exclaimed, clearly shocked.
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The people from the White Crow Sect inside the pocket dimension who heard him weren't too bothered by the deaths of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples. However, those outside also heard his words loud and clear—especially the sect master and elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Their faces contorted in anger.
'He actually killed Hou Mengyao… but how?!' thought the sect master, his rage boiling. 'That brat has to die!'
Even though he had already wanted Feng Fan dead, his killing intent now burned stronger than ever. The sharp, murderous aura around him was so intense that those nearby could feel it.
'Feng Fan is done for!' That was the shared thought of everyone who understood what had just happened.
The sect master of the Blue Dragon Sect watched the scene and smirked. 'Looks like I won't even have to lift a finger to deal with him. Let's hope the Heavenly Sword Sect takes care of him for me.'
The remaining days passed quickly without any issues, and before long, everyone was teleported out of the competition grounds.
Once all the participants had left, Yin Bao addressed the crowd. "The results will be announced in a different location. Please follow me."
With that, he flew off at a steady pace, heading westward. Everyone in the main plaza quickly followed behind him.
As soon as Feng Fan was teleported back from the competition grounds, he noticed that his wristband had vanished.
'Interesting. I can sense the Array Dao at work, but there's something else mixed in…' he thought, curious about the artifact's mechanics.
Shaking off his thoughts, he followed Yin Bao along with the rest of his sect.
Their new location wasn't much different from the previous plaza, except this time, there was only one massive screen instead of multiple smaller ones.
Floating beside it, Yin Bao hovered in mid-air, waiting.
"Now, I'll announce the results and the rewards," Yin Bao declared. "Additionally, some outstanding disciples will be chosen to join the Dao Seeking School. A few may even earn the chance to train under an elder!"
At his words, excitement rippled through the crowd. Murmurs spread as disciples felt their hearts race—this was an opportunity of a lifetime.
For those from the Qian Empire, it was like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate!
"First place—White Crow Sect!" Elder Yin Bao announced.
Beside him, the massive screen lit up, revealing the rewards:
Fifty mid-grade qi stone mines to explore for the next ten years!
A hundred low-grade qi stone mines to explore for the next fifty years!
A Tier 6 alchemist from the Dao Seeking School for two years!
Each of these rewards would elevate the White Crow Sect's strength, pushing them to new heights. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, they would shine brighter than ever.
The people of the White Crow Sect nearly burst into tears of joy upon hearing the results.
Only Elder Jiang remained conflicted, his gaze fixed on Feng Fan. 'Should I be grateful… or curse this troublemaking brat?'
As for Feng Fan, he was grinning with confidence. 'With a performance like mine, the elders from the Dao Seeking School will be fighting over me! I have to use this chance to secure a few more spiritual qi stones!'
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"This year's results from the White Crow Sect are quite interesting…" a beautiful woman with long silver hair remarked. "Half of the top talents are gathered there, and I heard three out of the four are from that place called Earth."
She was Fan Ying, the sect master of the Dao Seeking School.
Today, she sat with several esteemed elders, deciding which disciples from the Qian Empire would earn the privilege of studying under them.
"You're right, Sect Master," one elder nodded. "Who would've thought that the immortal who came just to teach us how to bring people from Earth was telling the truth? And all he asked in return was for us to share the method with the sects under us… That cultivator was truly unfathomable."
Fan Ying nodded. "Yes, but let's get to the point. I believe we're all in agreement on which disciples will receive invitations… all except one." She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room. "Feng Fan. He's undoubtedly the most talented disciple this year. Not only does he have exceptional combat strength, but he's also a genius in the Array Dao.
"Does anyone want to take him under their wing?"
At her words, the room fell silent.
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"Sect Master, why don't you take Feng Fan as your disciple? It's been hundreds of years since you last took one, and you're a tier 8 Array Master. Aren't you the best person to teach him?" suggested one of the elders. It was none other than Long Liu, the Loli elder, and Luo Rong's master.
Fan Ying's face briefly paled at the thought of having Feng Fan as her disciple.
"Elder Long, I'm far too busy this year to take on any disciples. Perhaps in a few decades, I'll consider it," she replied quickly.
Another elder sighed and cut to the chase. "Sect Master, let's be honest. No one here wants this troublemaker as their disciple. In fact, I'll go even further and say he shouldn't even be allowed to stay in the Dao Seeking School! Just give him some high-grade qi stones and let him cultivate back in the White Crow Sect."
Murmurs of agreement filled the room.
"I'm too young for this," said an old man who was several thousand years old. "If I take on a disciple like him, I'll lose half my remaining lifespan!"
The other elders nodded in agreement. "Did you see how many people want him dead? I've never seen someone make so many enemies in such a short time. What if he provokes someone and brings disaster to our Dao Seeking School? I support Elder Dai's plan. Give him some high-grade qi stones and send him on his way."
Fan Ying sighed. "Since everyone seems to agree. I'll reward him with two thousand high-grade qi stones and tell him to continue to cultivate well in the White Crow Sect."
—
After all the results were announced, Yin Bao started calling a few disciples out, extending the Dao Seeking School's invitation to them.
Tan Wei, Huang Xue, Qian Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang all were invited to be personal disciples of elders of the Dao Seeking School!
After Yin Bao finished all the invitations, Feng Fan was filled with doubts. 'Uh, why wasn't I called? Wasn't my performance good enough?'
Yin Bao's next words made Feng Fan feel even more uneasy.
"Ah, Feng Fan, the sect was very impressed with your performance and has decided to reward you with two thousand high-grade qi stones. We hope this will help you continue cultivating well in the White Crow Sect," Yin Bao said, struggling to hold back a laugh.
'This is the first time I've seen such a talented cultivator rejected like he's some kind of plague. This guy must have set a new record—what a terrible personality he has!' Yin Bao thought to himself.
Feng Fan, who was staring at Yin Bao and could read his thoughts, felt like he was going insane.
'What terrible personality?! Don't they know how to recognize talent when they see it?!' he complained internally.
On the outside, though, he smiled politely at Yin Bao. "Thank you, Senior Yin. I'll follow the guidance of my seniors and focus on my cultivation. Don't worry, once I'm strong enough, I'll come to the Dao Seeking School to continue my studies!"
Yin Bao gulped. 'Please, don't!'
He forced a polite smile and replied, "Haha, Junior Feng must be joking. I'm sure the White Crow Sect can provide everything you need for your cultivation. If you feel it's not enough, just send us a message, and we might consider sending you more resources."
Feng Fan's eyes lit up. "Senior Yin is so generous! Since you insist, please increase the reward to ten thousand high-grade qi stones!"
Yin Bao's face nearly fell. 'Does this brat think high-grade qi stones grow on trees?'
Instead of entertaining Feng Fan's request, Yin Bao simply tossed him a sack filled with the two thousand qi stones.
"Junior Feng, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out!" he said, ignoring Feng Fan's push for more.
"Also, those who accept the Dao Seeking School's invitation must do so by the end of the day, before leaving the school grounds."
The crowd watching found the whole situation hilarious. They had never seen a top scorer like Feng Fan being outright ignored. On top of that, the Dao Seeking School seemed desperate to keep him as far away as possible.
Elder Jiang sighed. 'It looks like I'll have to keep dealing with this brat.'
'Well, it didn't go as I expected, but at least I got some qi stones out of it. Now I'm not completely broke.' thought Feng Fan, feeling a wave of relief at having some money again.
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"Tan Wei, Huang Xue, Xue Qiang," Yin Jian called out, interrupting Feng Fan's thoughts. "What do you think about joining the Dao Seeking School? Whether you accept or not, you'll still be considered disciples of my White Crow Sect."
Tan Wei was the first to respond. "Sect Master, I'm happy where I am. I don't have any plans to leave the White Crow Sect."
Since he had already turned down the offer once, he saw no reason to change his mind now.
Next, Xue Qiang spoke up. "Sect Master, I'm also content with the White Crow Sect. I'll stay there."
'I'll go wherever Feng Fan is. If he's not coming here, why would I bother with this place?' she thought to herself.
To her, any place without Feng Fan wasn't worth her time.
Finally, Huang Xue answered. "I'll… stay with the White Crow Sect too."
Yin Jian looked genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected all three of them to reject the offer, especially since they were being invited as direct disciples of elders, not just ordinary disciples of the Dao Seeking School.
He sighed and nodded. "Since you've made your decisions, I'll respect them. Let's head back home. Thank you all for participating this time!"
As for Qian Xiaoli, she was also invited to join the Dao Seeking School but chose to decline the offer. She didn't want to leave her mother behind, and accepting would mean being too far away from Feng Fan.
And so, the Young Generation Competition finally came to an end.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC172 Mao Shun
Clang!
Four men at the Foundation Establishment realm clashed in a fierce battle. Though their cultivation levels were similar, the fight was far from fair—it was three against one.
The lone fighter was an old man. His sword dripped with blood, but his expression remained firm and resolute.
He knew that one year from now would mark the anniversary of his death.
"Young Master, run! I've done all I can. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to keep the promise I made to your mother," the old man shouted, his voice filled with regret.
A few meters behind him stood a young man with sharp, handsome features. His long blond hair gleamed under the sunlight.
He was so strikingly handsome that calling him merely handsome would feel like an insult, not a compliment.
But there was one glaring issue: his cultivation. Despite being twenty years old, he didn't have a trace of spiritual qi in his body.
It wasn't that his talent was poor—he simply couldn't cultivate at all!
For some reason, he had been born with a unique physique. Every time he tried to cultivate, his meridians would ache unbearably, and he would pass out.
This young man was none other than Mao Shun, the son of the late emperor of the Mao Empire!
Tears streamed down Mao Shun's face as he watched the man who had been by his side since birth. Uncle Qi was not just a loyal servant but also a dear friend to their family.
"Uncle Qi, I-I can't lose you…" Mao Shun choked out, his voice trembling.
Though Uncle Qi's talent for cultivation was poor, and he had only reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm in his old age, his loyalty to Mao Shun's mother's family was undeniable.
He had cared for Mao Shun as his own son.
When the current Mao Emperor killed Mao Shun's father, Uncle Qi fled with him under the orders of Mao Shun's mother.
For ten years, they had managed to stay hidden. But today, they made a mistake and were finally caught.
"That dog of an emperor won't even spare his own nephew, someone who can't even cultivate. What else can you expect from a man who would backstab his own brother?" Uncle Qi said bitterly, glaring at the enemies in front of him.
The men laughed, and one of them sneered, "How would the emperor know his nephew can't cultivate? After all, you've been hiding for the past ten years. But you're right—even if he knew, he'd still want him dead!"
Everyone knew the new emperor was cold-blooded. Some even joked that the blood running through his veins was as cold as ice.
Of course, no one dared to say this to his face. If one was caught talking about the Mao Emperor, only death awaited him.
Uncle Qi shouted one last time, "Please, Young Master, run! This is my final wish—escape!"
Mao Shun wiped his tears with his sleeve. "Uncle Qi, I love you. Thank you for everything you've done for me."
With those words, he turned and ran.
This wasn't just a farewell to a servant—it was a goodbye to the man who had been like a father to him, the one who had cared for him since birth and stood by his side for the past ten years after the deaths of his mother and father.
As the sound of Mao Shun's footsteps grew fainter, a smile spread across Uncle Qi's face.
"What are you smiling for? Do you really think a mortal can escape from us? We'll kill both of you. The emperor will reward us well for your heads!" one of the men sneered.
Without another word, they raised their swords and charged at Uncle Qi. Three massive snakes materialized behind them as they advanced.
Uncle Qi's expression turned grim. 'May Young Master live a long and happy life, just as his mother wished!'
"Dying Breath!" he shouted.
Uncle Qi felt all his life force draining from his body, while his cultivation increased.
He knew that even if he tried to escape after this attack, he wouldn't survive.
This was his final move, a desperate attempt to buy Mao Shun as much time as possible to flee.
A gigantic sword formed behind him and shot forward, slashing toward the snakes.
—
Mao Shun continued to run. There was only one place he could escape to. His legs continued to carry him forward despite the muscular pain, his breathing getting rougher and rougher, but he never stopped.
He would never allow himself to waste the precious time Uncle Qi brought to him paying with his life.
After a couple of minutes, he finally arrived at his destination. A cliff stood in front of him.
He looked to his right and saw a path toward below the cliff. It was filled with fog, it was impossible to see what lay ahead, but he had no choice but to venture.
This cliff was famous in the Mao Empire. It was one of the entrances to the Death Plains. A place where not even Return To Void experts dared to venture for long.
A mortal going inside was the same as seeking death!
Just as Mao Shun prepared to head down the path toward the Death Plains, a voice called out behind him.
"Ugh, I finally caught you, you damn brat!"
Mao Shun turned toward the voice, and his face went pale. It was one of the men who had been fighting Uncle Qi.
He stepped back instinctively, moving away from the man until his foot was almost at the edge of the cliff. One more step, and he would fall.
The man, who had a deep sword wound on his chest, grinned wickedly at Mao Shun.
"Because of that old man, two of my brothers died today. I'm going to make you suffer before handing you over to the emperor alive!" the man lunged forward, his hands reaching out to grab Mao Shun.
Mao Shun's eyes widened. He knew he couldn't escape using the path. With no other choice, he took a step back and let himself fall off the cliff. Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire
'Mao Hu, if I survive this, I swear I'll kill you, no matter what it takes!'
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC173 I Shall Refine The Heavens
The man who had tried to catch Mao Shun clicked his tongue in frustration. "If you'd rather kill yourself by jumping into the Death Plains, so be it. I'll take your protector's head as proof of your death."
Though the man could fly using his weapon and chase after Mao Shun, he wasn't foolish enough to do so. This was the Death Plains, after all—a place so dangerous that even someone at the Return to Void realm wouldn't dare venture into it lightly.
To him, Mao Shun, a mere mortal, jumping into the Death Plains was no different from committing suicide.
As the man left, Mao Shun continued to fall toward the plains. Along the rocky cliff face, there were a few tree branches sticking out.
Desperately, he tried to grab onto one, but he wasn't strong enough to hold on. Still, each time he managed to catch a branch, even briefly, it slowed his fall.
Bang!
He finally hit the ground. The impact felt like it had broken some of his bones, but he somehow managed to stay conscious.
Mao Shun felt something warm rise in his throat before he coughed up blood. The blood spilled onto his hand and a hammer lying in front of him.
But Mao Shun didn't have time to notice this. A few meters away, a demon beast was staring straight at him.
It was a massive lion, its fur pitch black and its eyes a deep, blood-red.
'Am I going to die?' Mao Shun thought, his heart pounding.
Mao Shun didn't notice it, but deep in the lion's eyes, there was fear.
The demon beasts of the Death Plains were known for their fearlessness and ferocity. They lived in a harsh environment where they fought daily, and only the strongest, most cunning, or most adaptable survived.
Yet, here was one of those demon beasts, trembling as it stared at Mao Shun. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire
No—it wasn't really looking at Mao Shun. Its gaze was fixed on the hammer lying in front of him.
To a cultivator from Earth, the hammer would seem ordinary. It was old, rusty, and looked like it had been used by blacksmiths long ago. Now, it appeared useless.
The only thing unusual about it was its size—it was about four times larger than a typical blacksmith's hammer. But who would use such a rusty, plain-looking hammer to forge weapons?
There was even a strange symbol carved into the hammer's handle. The word 'Suppression' could barely be made out, faint but visible.
But to a demon beast that survived by relying on its instincts, the hammer felt anything but ordinary. Its instincts screamed that the hammer was dangerous.
An ominous aura radiated from it, freezing the lion in place for a brief moment. Then, after half a second, the lion turned and fled.
"The Heavens are my fuel, the Earth my materials," a powerful voice echoed in Mao Shun's mind.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The sound of hammering grew louder and louder, ringing in his ears.
'What is this?' Mao Shun thought, confused.
"I SHALL REFINE THE HEAVENS!"
With those words, the hammer exploded in a blinding light.
—
In a lavish chamber at the heart of the Mao Empire, a man with short blonde hair and striking features sat upon a grand throne.
Beside the man, two enchanting women in revealing outfits clung to him, whispering seductive words in his ear as they pampered him.
He occasionally let out a faint smile, but for the most part, his expression remained cold and unreadable.
Then, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping out from behind one of the room's towering pillars. He dropped to one knee and addressed the man on the throne.
"Your Majesty, a cultivator arrived today with Qi Fu's head. He claimed your nephew jumped into the Death Plains and is most likely dead. Should we reward him?"
A low, amused chuckle escaped the emperor's lips.
"Reward him? He failed to bring my nephew's head and had the audacity to declare his death without proof." His voice turned sharp. "Kill him. Announce his crime—attempting to deceive the emperor."
The kneeling man didn't flinch.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied calmly before vanishing into the shadows once more.
After the man left, the emperor, Mao Hu, said. "Send people to the Death Plains to look for my nephew's body. If they don't find it, so be it, but if you find it, bring it to me."
He didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular, but another voice, different from the first that came out of the pillar, replied. "Yes, Your Majesty."
'Whether he's alive or not… does it even matter?' Mao Hu smirked. 'I am destined for greatness. The Mao Empire is just a stepping stone. Haha!'
He had never taken his late brother or nephew seriously. Even if the boy turned out to be a cultivation genius, so what? Mao Hu's path was already set—one far beyond their reach.
His confidence came from a simple truth.
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To the world, Mao Hu was nothing but a disgrace, trash with no hope of achieving immortality. His younger brother, the one he had killed, was the true genius of the family.
Despite being the eldest, Mao Hu was denied the crown. The gap in cultivation between him and his brother was so vast that their father had no choice but to pass the throne to the stronger son.
He had raged at the injustice, believing that what was rightfully his had been stolen.
Yet, he failed to see the truth—if the throne had been his, with his weak cultivation, he would have been unable to rule. His father had made the decision for his own good. But Mao Hu never saw it that way.
Then, two decades ago, everything changed.
He awakened the Harem Cultivation System.
As long as he mated with a woman, his cultivation would grow endlessly. The stronger the woman, the greater the power he received in return.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC174 You've Been A Very Bad Boy [18+]
"Ah, home sweet home!" Feng Fan said to himself, feeling a wave of relief. After being away from the White Crow Sect for nearly five months, it felt good to be back.
"With the Young Generation Competition won, the White Crow Sect is finally going to rise. And with that, I'll benefit too. I'll finally be able to cultivate in peace!" he said, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
'Ah, crap, did I just jinx it?!' he thought, immediately regretting his words.
He shook his head and pushed the thought aside. 'Whatever happens, I'll deal with it when the time comes.'
Feng Fan changed into fresh clothes and sat down on the ground. Closing his eyes, he focused his mind until a scripture appeared before him.
This was his new technique, one he had received from his inheritance when he broke through to the third realm—Giggle of Doom
Feng Fan skimmed through it, and an evil grin spread across his face. 'Hoho, this is interesting. Too bad the effect is temporary, just like the Sealing Palm.'
After practicing for two hours straight, Feng Fan felt confident in his execution of the technique.
'Maybe I should head to the Fifth Peak and test it on some living targets.'
Before he could decide whether to go or not, a knock sounded at his door. His eyes lit up with excitement.
'I hope it's Elder Jiang with my reward!'
He hurried to the door and opened it, but to his surprise, it was Xue Qiang standing there with a cold smile on her face.
"Ah, Qin—" Feng Fan started to greet her, but before he could finish, Xue Qiang pushed him.
Caught off guard, Feng Fan stumbled back and fell to the ground, about a meter away from the door.
Xue Qiang moved like a cheetah, closing the door behind her before pouncing onto Feng Fan's lap, not giving him a chance to get up.
"Qinqin, what are you—" Feng Fan tried to protest, but Xue Qiang didn't give him a chance to speak. She pressed her lips against his, cutting off his words.
Her soft lips met his with passion, and her tongue quickly slipped into his mouth, sending a warm, tingling sensation through him.
Though Feng Fan was surprised by her sudden move, he didn't hold back. His tongue tangled with hers as he kissed her back, matching her passion.
After a few seconds, Xue Qiang slowly pulled back, a thin trail of saliva still connecting their lips.
"Fanfan, I missed you. I almost couldn't stop myself from jumping on you back at the Dao Seeking School," she said, her eyes burning with desire.
Feng Fan's boner was pressing against Xue Qiang, and she didn't miss it.
She chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Looks like the guy down there agrees."
Feng Fan smiled and tried to lift his head to kiss her again, but Xue Qiang was faster. She wasn't about to let him have his way today. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
She pressed her hand against his chest, pinning him to the ground.
"Fanfan, you've been a very bad boy," she purred, licking her lips seductively.
Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up. "Huh? Have I? What did I do?"
Xue Qiang withdrew her palm slightly, replacing it with a single finger tracing his chest.
"You left me alone for half a year," she whispered, her voice laced with something darker. "And you got a little too close to other girls…"
She leaned in, her eyes locking onto his.
"Feng Fan, you forgot… you belong to me."
A cold shiver ran down Feng Fan's spine. His mind connected to Xue Qiang's, and her thoughts flooded in.
'Mother, I won't be able to listen to you… Fanfan is surrounded by vixens… I have to make sure he stays close to me… forever.'
His breath hitched.
Xue Qiang's index finger trailed up from his chest, moving toward his lips. Then she brushed her thumb against his lips, her smile twisting into something unsettling.
Feng Fan wasn't sure what Xue Qiang had planned, but the feeling of her panties and thighs pressing hard against him only made him more aroused, despite her crazy behavior.
His cock throbbed beneath her, causing her to blush.
"Fanfan… do you want to do it? Just promise me one thing… and I'm all yours," she whispered, her voice dripping with temptation.
Feng Fan gulped. He was tempted to give in to her devil's whispers, but he hardened himself—both mentally and physically.
'I can't let her control me like this!'
While Xue Qiang waited for his answer, distracted, Feng Fan slammed his hands against the ground, using the momentum to push both of them upright.
"Kya!" Caught off guard, Xue Qiang let out a surprised scream.
For the first time since she arrived, Feng Fan was standing on his own two feet, his hands firmly gripping Xue Qiang's round butt.
"Fanfan, I—" she started, but this time, it was Feng Fan who cut her off, pressing his lips against hers.
He activated his dual cultivation technique, the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts, and focused his spiritual qi into the kiss.
Xue Qiang felt a wave of pleasure surge through her mouth. While she had always enjoyed Feng Fan's kisses, this was something entirely new.
The sensation was so intense that she felt like she might climax from the kiss alone.
'N-No, I can't lose control… I need to make sure…'
But her thoughts quickly scattered as Feng Fan continued to circulate his cultivation technique, flooding her mind with overwhelming pleasure.
To Xue Qiang, it felt like only a blink of an eye had passed before Feng Fan stopped kissing her.
'No… don't stop… I was so close,' she thought, disappointed by how suddenly he had pulled away.
He was still holding her, but his gaze locked onto hers with a serious expression.
"Qinqin… you've been a very bad girl…"
Xue Qiang blinked in surprise. "I-I have?"
"Yes… and now I'll have to punish you," Feng Fan said, licking his lips and gripping her butt tighter.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC175 Punishing The Yandere [18+]
"Ah!" Xue Qiang let out an involuntary moan as Feng Fan pressed hard on her butt, her face flushing deeply.
Feng Fan moved quickly, knowing he couldn't waste any time. The more he let her catch her breath, the easier it would be for her to take control again.
He placed Xue Qiang on the edge of the bed and lifted her robes, his breath catching at the sight before him.
'What a stunning pair of legs!'
Feng Fan didn't let himself get distracted for long. Fighting back his desire, he gently kissed her right thigh while his hands caressed both of her legs.
"Mmh," Xue Qiang closed her eyes and let herself enjoy Feng Fan's kisses and caresses.
As he continued to kiss her thighs, moving closer to her panties, Xue Qiang gently ran her fingers through his hair.
When Feng Fan's lips finally brushed against her pussy through her panties, Xue Qiang gripped his hair tightly. "Ah!"
It's worth noting that Feng Fan never stopped circulating the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts. The more his sensitive areas touched her, the stronger Xue Qiang's desire grew.
Feng Fan began licking her white panties, savoring the salty taste of her wetness that had soaked through the fabric.
'Ah, such a delicious taste—it's easy to get addicted to it!'
The more he licked, the more spiritual qi flowed into Xue Qiang's body.
"Fanfan, I-I—"
'I'm cumming!'
She clutched his hair tightly as she reached her peak. A fresh wave of warmth spread through her, leaving her panties even wetter.
"Ah, ah," she panted, her breathing uneven, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips.
"What a bad girl… Who said you could cum?" Feng Fan teased, a grin on his face. "A disobedient girl like you needs to be punished."
He placed one hand on Xue Qiang's butt and the other on her waist, turning her around. Her round butt and wet white panties were now fully on display for him.
"Ah!"
Before Xue Qiang could protest, Feng Fan pulled her panties aside. This time, he spread her buttocks with both hands and pressed his lips against her asshole.
"N-No, not there! Stop, Fanfan!" she cried out, but her body and thoughts told a different story.
'Ah, don't stop… I love it,' she thought.
'What a strange girl, saying one thing but wanting another,' Feng Fan mused.
Since her mind told him to continue, he did just that. He gripped her ass tighter and slid his tongue inside, filling her with spiritual qi.
'I-I'll cum from my ass if this keeps going!' she thought, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
She hadn't come here for this. Though she had one thing in mind, her body was begging for something else. The pleasure was too much to resist.
When Feng Fan heard her thoughts, he suddenly stopped and smirked. "You wanted me to stop, right? So I'll stop."
Xue Qiang gripped the bedsheets tightly. "P-Please, don't stop…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her words made Feng Fan's grin widen. "Ah, it seems you enjoy being punished, Qinqin. In that case…"
Instead of continuing to lick her, Feng Fan focused on her round butt. He raised his hand and brought it down hard, delivering a sharp slap.
"AH!" Xue Qiang moaned at the sudden sting. A bright red handprint now marked her right buttock.
With his right hand—the same one he'd used to slap her—Feng Fan gripped her round butt, right where he'd left his mark. Then, he brought his hand down again, this time on her left buttock.
"AH!" Xue Qiang moaned as he alternated between spanking and gripping her butt.
"Qinqin," Feng Fan said, pausing for a moment. "I had no idea you were such a pervert who enjoys being spanked."
Xue Qiang's face turned bright red. "S-Stop teasing me, Fanfan."
Feng Fan grinned. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you."
He removed his robes and positioned himself, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She could feel the warmth and hardness of him against her.
"Do you want it?" Feng Fan asked softly.
"Mmh," Xue Qiang nodded shyly, "please be gentle… it's my first time…"
Feng Fan nodded. He held the back of her hands with his and slowly inserted the tip of his cock.
"Ah!"
With both his spiritual qi and his cock entering her, Xue Qiang couldn't hold back her moans.
Seeing she wasn't in pain, Feng Fan continued, gently pushing deeper until he felt her hymen break.
Then he began to move his hips, sliding in and out, making Xue Qiang moan louder with each thrust.
"G-Gentler, please," she whispered.
Hearing her, Feng Fan felt a little guilty for being rough at first. But her next thoughts completely erased his pity.
'Ah, I want it harder! Why did Mom tell me to ask the man I like to be gentle? I want him to fuck me harder!' she thought.
Feng Fan paused for a moment, confused by her mixed signals. 'I'll just ignore what she's saying and focus on her thoughts,' he decided.
With this thought in mind, Feng Fan started thrusting faster and harder, holding her hands tightly.
Xue Qiang's moans grew louder and more intense with every second. Feng Fan could feel his cultivation improving slightly as they moved together.
He wasn't sure if Xue Qiang noticed her own cultivation was also rising or if she was too lost in the pleasure to care. Either way, he decided not to bring it up for now. He thought he could teach her the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts later.
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The idea of continuing to dual cultivate with Xue Qiang excited him even more, and his hips moved with renewed passion, driving into her with even greater force.
"Fanfan! I'm going to cum!"
Feng Fan also felt himself nearing his climax. He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he gripped her voluptuous boobs.
"Aaah!" Xue Qiang let out one final moan as they both reached their peak together. The bedsheets beneath them were soaked with their fluids, including blood.
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