MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC176 Lying Again Without A Hint Of Shame
After they finished, Feng Fan lay on the bed with Xue Qiang beside him. Her hand rested on his chest as she gently caressed it.
"I love you, Fanfan," Xue Qiang said, her eyes locked on his.
Feng Fan smiled and kissed her before replying, "I love you too, Qinqin."
She chuckled softly. "We'll be together forever… right?"
Feng Fan nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't want it any other way."
Xue Qiang smiled shyly, her mind racing with excitement. 'FOREVER! FOREVER! FOREVER!'
Feng Fan's words stirred her desire again, and they ended up making love for a few more hours before finally stopping.
After showering and changing into fresh clothes, Xue Qiang noticed something.
"Fanfan, why did my cultivation improve?" she asked, looking at him curiously.
Feng Fan smiled. "Took you long enough to notice. I've been using a dual cultivation technique called Yin-Yang Fusion Arts. It's not a huge boost, but it helps. Want to learn it? We could make it even more effective if you do."
Xue Qiang stepped closer to him, her movements seductive but her cheeks slightly flushed. "Ah, so you… want to do it again?"
Even after hours together, Feng Fan felt his body react to her scent and presence. He nodded eagerly, making it clear he was ready for another round.
Xue Qiang smiled, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Okay, but…" Her expression suddenly shifted, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. "Have you ever used this technique with anyone else? It's strange that you know how to use it so well…"
'If you have… I'll find the vixen, kill her, and lock you in my room… forever…' she thought.
Her thoughts sent a cold shiver down Feng Fan's spine. He quickly masked his fear and smiled innocently.
He placed his right hand on her neck, his thumb gently brushing her lips.
"Of course not, Xue Qiang. You're the only one I've ever been with," he lied without hesitation.
Xue Qiang's heart fluttered, but she pressed further. "Are you really… not lying to me?"
Feng Fan looked at her warmly. "Qinqin, I would never lie to you," he said, lying again without a hint of shame.
"Okay... then that means we're husband and wife now... or should I say, Dao Partners?" Xue Qiang smiled sweetly, contemplating their relationship.
Feng Fan rubbed the back of his neck, giving a wry smile. "Well, we're not exactly married yet, but Dao Partners sounds good."
'Yet! He said yet!' Xue Qiang's eyes lit up with expectation.
She closed the already small gap between them and wrapped her arms around him. "Then it's settled. We'll have our wedding soon!"
Feng Fan felt the excitement within her and chuckled. He placed a gentle kiss on her head as he ran his fingers through her beautiful red hair. "Sure."
'Oh god, help me… How am I supposed to explain this to Xiao'er?'
Feng Fan handed Xue Qiang the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts manual, watching as her eyes sparkled with excitement. She eagerly took it and left for her quarters, clearly looking forward to what he had just given her.
Once she was gone, he let out a deep sigh. "Well… forget about testing that new technique. I guess I'll just cultivate instead."
Hoping to clear his mind, Feng Fan sat cross-legged and began cultivating. He quickly entered the Return to Emptiness state, letting his distracting thoughts fade away.
As he cultivated, a connection formed with his space ring, and his high-grade qi stones turned into dust as he absorbed their stored spiritual qi.
A week passed in a blur. When Feng Fan finally opened his eyes, he was baffled.
"What the hell? Am I some kind of bottomless pit? Why is my cultivation so damn slow?!"
He had spent a whole week in uninterrupted cultivation, using two high-grade qi stones and a qi-gathering array, yet he had only advanced 10% to the peak of the 1st stage.
Deep down, he knew the reason.
The Heaven Suppression Arts built the strongest foundation possible, allowing the cultivator to defy the heavens themselves—but that strength came at a cost. The sheer amount of spiritual qi it demanded was insane.
And that was only the third realm.
What about the fourth? The fifth? Would he even have enough qi stones left by then? At this rate, he'd be forced to cultivate without them, which would slow his progress fivefold...
'Am I destined to die poor?' he thought, a sad smile tugging at his lips. 'I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this point.'
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Inside Feng Fan's space ring, the Suppression Relic sensed his frustration through their connection. Wanting to lift his spirits, it attempted to cheer him up.
However, Feng Fan's reaction was far from what it expected.
A vein throbbed on his forehead as he clenched his fists. "Hey! You were the one who drained all my spiritual stones! Not to mention, you even absorbed the energy from a whole spiritual qi vein!"
The Suppression Relic protested, insisting it had been necessary at the time.
Feng Fan merely rolled his eyes. "Necessary, my ass! Now I have no choice but to scam other cultivators out of their spiritual qi stones!" He let out a sigh. "Tell me, Little Brick, don't you feel even a little guilty for pushing me into a life of robbery?"
He shook his head. "Well, whatever. I'll just make do with what I have for now. Besides, with the rewards from the Young Generation Competition, the White Crow Sect is bound to stock up on spiritual qi stones sooner or later."
A grin spread across his face as a sudden realization hit him. "And since I was the one who contributed the most, I should go straight to Elder Jiang and claim my fair share of the loot!"
But for now, there was nothing he could do about it.
Feng Fan took a breath and sat back down, preparing to enter a deep state of cultivation once again.
His determination was short-lived, though.
Barely a week into his secluded training, a familiar presence appeared outside his door.
It was Xue Qiang.
From that moment on, his daily routine took a drastic turn. Instead of worrying about his spiritual qi stone supply, Feng Fan found himself dual cultivating with Xue Qiang almost every day.
Before he knew it, thoughts of his cultivation troubles had completely slipped his mind.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC177 Tomorrow, I'll Have Everything I Want
"You lied to me, you bastard!" An angry voice echoed through the room.
It had been five months since the Young Generation Competition ended. Qian Xiaoli, after helping the Qian family secure second place in the competition, had asked her father, Qian Niu, to fulfill his end of their deal.
All she wanted was for him to officially end his marriage with her mother. Given how little Qian Niu cared for her mother, this shouldn't have been a big deal.
He had only married her to secure his position as emperor, but he had already held the throne for over two decades. Their marriage no longer served any purpose.
Yet, despite knowing this, Qian Niu had been delaying the announcement for five months. Fed up with his stalling, Qian Xiaoli stormed into the imperial chamber and confronted him directly.
Seated on his throne, Qian Niu gazed at his daughter with a warm smile.
How could he not? After all, he loved his dear daughter—at least, he loved what she could bring to him.
Not only had she excelled in the Young Generation Competition, bringing countless rewards to the Qian family, but she would also play a crucial role in securing his breakthrough to the Return To Void realm.
The plan with Mao Yuan, the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, was nearing its final stage. Soon, they would strike the Su family, and everything would fall into place—exactly as he had planned.
'Su Liqiu is a sharp woman. She must have sensed that something is off,' Qian Niu mused. 'But even if she knows, what can she do?'
As Qian Xiaoli stood before him, she saw only a warm smile on his face—a smile that only infuriated her. She clenched her fists, ready to lash out at him, but before she could speak, a cold voice interrupted.
"Qian Xiaoli, is that any way to speak to your father—and your emperor?"
Qian Xiaoli furrowed her brows and turned to her right. Standing there was an elegant, breathtakingly beautiful woman, Ren Xiu.
If there were a list of people Qian Xiaoli despised most, Ren Xiu would be at the very top.
She was the Qian Emperor's first wife, or rather, the only one who truly mattered in the imperial court. Su Liqiu, her own mother, had long been cast aside, treated as nothing more than an afterthought by Qian Niu.
Qian Xiaoli took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. Of all the people she hated, two of them had gathered in the same room. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
Her patience snapped.
"This has nothing to do with you, Ren Xiu. Get the hell out!"
Ren Xiu's graceful expression twisted in displeasure.
'Damn brat, let's see how long that arrogance lasts,' she thought, her eyes gleaming with malice. 'Once the Heavenly Demon Sect's master has you beneath him, we'll see if you're still so rebellious.'
Ren Xiu was well aware of the plans unfolding between her husband and Mao Yuan. She had no love for the Su family, and even less for Qian Xiaoli.
She had tolerated Su Liqiu as Qian Niu's first wife only because the woman served a purpose. But love? That was something she would never allow her husband to have—not for anyone but her.
Any other woman in his life was nothing more than a disposable tool.
Even his concubines, which she considered mere distractions to satisfy his sexual desires, were beneath her notice.
Of course, if one lingered too long in his chambers or, worse, if she sensed even a shred of affection growing between them, she made sure they disappeared without a trace.
Knowing Ren Xiu's temper, Qian Niu decided to step in before things escalated into an unnecessary fight.
"I apologize for the delay, Qian Xiaoli," he said, his voice calm. "Everything has been prepared. Tomorrow, the decree will be announced. Su Liqiu, your mother, will no longer be my wife."
Hearing his words, Qian Xiaoli momentarily forgot about Ren Xiu. Her eyes lit up with happiness.
But just as quickly as joy filled her heart, she forced it away, masking her emotions behind a cold, unreadable expression.
In a room full of snakes, showing weakness was the same as inviting death. Because of her temper, she had already shown too much today.
"Thank you, Emperor Qian. I'll wait for the good news," Qian Xiaoli said smoothly before turning on her heel and leaving.
A vein throbbed on Ren Xiu's forehead as she glared at the departing girl. "Damn brat, showing no respect for her emperor," she muttered in frustration.
But Qian Niu simply chuckled in response.
When Ren Xiu stepped closer to him, he grabbed her waist, his hand trailing lower until he squeezed her butt firmly. A faint blush crept up her cheeks.
"My emperor, aren't you angry?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
Qian Niu laughed. "Angry? Why would I be? Tomorrow, I'll have everything I want."
—
When Qian Xiaoli arrived home, she went straight to her mother's room. Without stopping to knock on the door, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Su Liqiu sat by the window, a book in her hands, her expression calm as she read. Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a soft glow around her, outlining her delicate features with an almost ethereal beauty.
To Qian Xiaoli, her mother looked like a caged bird—beautiful yet trapped.
But after tomorrow, that cage would finally be broken.
Su Liqiu heard the creak of the door and lifted her chin to glance toward it. There, standing in the doorway, was Qian Xiaoli, her face lit up with a smile.
The warmth in Qian Xiaoli's smile made Su Liqiu return it with a gentle one of her own.
"You're back, my dear. You seem more cheerful than usual. Did something good happen today?"
Qian Xiaoli nodded, stepping closer to her mother. With a tender touch, she placed her hand on Su Liqiu's forearm.
"Mother, I just had a conversation with Qian Niu. Tomorrow, he'll announce your divorce... You'll finally be free to marry Uncle Duan, just like you've always wanted."
Su Liqiu slowly closed her book and offered a soft smile. Yet, if one looked closely, there was a trace of concern hidden in her eyes.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC178 Severing Ties
Tomorrow finally arrived.
Qian Xiaoli sat on the couch in the main hall, a book resting in her hands.
At a glance, she might have appeared calm, engrossed in her reading. But to anyone who knew her well, the subtle signs of her nervousness were clear.
Her right index finger tapped a rapid, restless rhythm against the book's cover, betraying her unease. Her eyes darted across the same page repeatedly, moving too quickly to truly absorb the words.
She wasn't reading—she was waiting, her mind racing far beyond the confines of the text.
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It wasn't until the door opened and she saw her head maid accompanying a plump middle-aged man that she finally sighed in relief.
Her mother appeared silently beside her, unnoticed by Qian Xiaoli. Like her daughter, Su Liqiu seemed nervous, but instead of calming down when the man arrived, her anxiety only grew.
The middle-aged man stepped forward, his expression hard to read, but he carried an air of confidence. After all, he was here as the emperor's representative.
A scroll rested in his hands. He raised it and began to read.
"By the emperor's decree," the man announced, "Qian Xiaoli, the emperor's first daughter, is hereby betrothed to Mao Yuan, the master of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The marriage will take place in one week, inside the capital."
Hearing the decree—completely different from what she had expected—Qian Xiaoli's face turned pale. She clenched her fists tightly.
Her mother's eyes narrowed, and a wave of anger surged through her, almost suffocating the middle-aged man standing before them.
The man wanted to protest, to say he was just a messenger, but the overwhelming pressure made it impossible for him to speak.
"Mom," Qian Xiaoli said, gripping her mother's hand.
Su Liqiu looked at her daughter's tear-filled eyes and realized what she was doing. She eased the pressure and turned back to the man, who was now trembling like a rabbit cornered by a lion.
"Tell the emperor we reject this decree. From this day forward, the Su family severs all ties with the Qian Empire!"
The middle-aged man nodded frantically before fleeing as fast as he could to deliver the message.
"Mother, I—" Qian Xiaoli's voice wavered, tears welling up in her eyes as she fought to hold them back.
She knew what her decision to break ties with the Qian Empire meant. It would bring harm to her family.
Worse, she had openly defied the emperor's decree. Qian Xiaoli was certain her father wouldn't stop at just this. If he had decided to marry her off to Mao Yuan, he would push harder.
Su Liqiu used her free hand to gently wipe Qian Xiaoli's tears, smiling softly. "Don't worry, my dear. As long as I'm alive, no one will harm you."
"So, in the end, you chose to stand against me, Su Liqiu."
A powerful voice echoed through the Su family manor.
Both Su Liqiu and Qian Xiaoli rushed outside, only to see Qian Niu hovering beyond the barrier, his gaze cold and unreadable.
Without wasting a moment on a reply, Su Liqiu turned sharply and called for the head maid. Time was running out—she had to act fast.
"Zhong Ya, gather the younger generation and the elders assigned to protect them. Lead them through the secret passage. Take my daughter with you, I'm entrusting her to you."
The maid, a woman who appeared deceptively young, gave a solemn nod. "Understood, my lady."
She quickly approached Qian Xiaoli, her expression urgent. "Miss, we need to leave. Now."
Qian Xiaoli could barely process what was happening, everything was unfolding too fast.
Panic tightened around her heart. "Mother, I can't leave you behind!"
Su Liqiu turned to her, offering a gentle smile. "It'll be fine, my dear. Be a good daughter and go with Zhong Ya, alright?"
Tears welled up in Qian Xiaoli's eyes. Her mother was sacrificing everything, even making an enemy of the Qian Empire, just for her. How could she walk away?
"N—" Before she could protest, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck. Her vision blurred, and darkness swallowed her whole.
Zhong Ya lowered her hand, her expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, she lifted Qian Xiaoli into her arms.
She met Su Liqiu's gaze—one final exchange of unspoken words. A nod.
And then she was gone, vanishing into the depths of the manor with Qian Xiaoli.
With her daughter safe, Su Liqiu turned her attention back to Qian Niu. "Qian Niu, you're a treacherous snake. I pity the last master of the Su family for ever trusting you."
The last master of the Su family was her own father, who had forced her to marry Qian Niu.
Qian Niu grinned, unbothered by her words. Instead of responding, he clenched his fist and punched forward.
The barrier protecting the Su family trembled under the force of his punch. He continued to throw punch after punch, each one infused with spiritual qi.
Su Liqiu's expression turned serious. She knew the barrier wouldn't hold for long if they did nothing. They needed to buy time for the younger generation to escape the capital.
"Protect the clan!" Su Liqiu shouted, an elegant silver sword appearing in her hand.
Three white-haired elders appeared beside her, each holding a sword. One of them also carried a token.
The elder with the token channeled his spiritual qi into it, and the barrier began to change. Instead of just blocking Qian Niu's attacks passively, it started firing spears made of spiritual qi at him.
"Hmph," Qian Niu snorted, seeing the spears.
He pulled a spear from his space ring and deflected the incoming attacks. A barrage of spiritual qi spears flew toward him, but he blocked them effortlessly.
"Gentlemen, it's time to make your move," Qian Niu said calmly.
Three cultivators, each a few small stages weaker than Qian Niu but still powerful, appeared. They wielded different weapons and began relentlessly attacking the barrier.
Massive waves of spiritual qi surged through the air, catching the attention of other noble families in the capital as the battle raged on.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC179 Make Me Wear The Green Hat?
"What's happening? Why is the emperor attacking the Su family?"
"I know the Qian Emperor never cared for Su Liqiu, but isn't attacking his own wife going too far?"
"I heard a decree was just announced. The emperor wants to marry his daughter, Qian Xiaoli, to Mao Yuan…"
"No wonder the Su family is resisting. Who would want to marry their daughter to such a snake? Qian Niu is truly heartless."
Discussions about the emperor's actions spread quickly. Most people disagreed with him and understood why the Su family was fighting back, but no one dared to intervene.
There was a simple reason for this: these clans were all part of the Qian Empire, not the Dao Seeking School. If the Qian family decided to wipe them out, just as they were doing to the Su family, the Dao Seeking School wouldn't lift a finger to help.
Even if they felt sorry for the Su family, they had more pressing matters to worry about. Helping the Su family offered no benefits, only demerits.
The elder holding the token continued to control the barrier, but soon, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. It wasn't long before the barrier finally gave way.
Qian Niu focused his power on his spear and charged toward the barrier. A massive lion materialized behind him as he surged forward.
Every spear the barrier generated shattered effortlessly against him, as if they were nothing. His spear struck the barrier surrounding the Su family, and cracks began to spread.
Crack!
The barrier collapsed, allowing Qian Niu and the three cultivators with him to storm the Su family manor.
"Don't let them get any closer!" Su Liqiu shouted, darting through the air like a cheetah as she moved to intercept Qian Niu.
Su Liqiu's sword glowed blue, and a massive killer whale rising above the sea appeared behind her as she moved. The image wasn't an illusion—it felt real.
The air grew heavy with the scent of salt, and moisture clung to the surroundings.
This was the power of the Dao Seeking realm. A cultivator's Dao became part of their attacks, and with each breakthrough, they grew closer to mastering their Dao.
Qian Niu looked at Su Liqiu with contempt. She hadn't been a match for him decades ago, and she still wasn't now.
The giant lion reappeared behind Qian Niu. The lion didn't even glance at Su Liqiu below—after all, the king of the forest wouldn't bother with those beneath him.
The lion radiated majesty, a reflection of Qian Niu's Dao.
With a roar, the lion charged as Qian Niu thrust his spear forward. The lion and the killer whale collided, the outcome was clear.
Qian Niu remained unmoving in the air, but Su Liqiu was thrown to the ground by the force of the impact. The killer whale behind her shattered into pieces, and she coughed up blood, her Dao damaged by the clash.
Su Liqiu glared up at Qian Niu, defiance burning in her eyes. She wiped the blood from her lips with the sleeve of her robe and pushed herself up from the ground.
Nearby, six other cultivators clashed in a fierce battle. But it was clear, Qian Niu's side had the upper hand.
"Su Liqiu, surrender," Qian Niu said, his gaze cold as he looked down at her. "I don't want to kill you."
Despite his words, Su Liqiu let out a contemptuous laugh. "Qian Niu, do you take me for a fool? The only reason you want me alive is to use me against my daughter."
Before Qian Niu could respond, a chilling presence materialized behind her.
"So what if you know?" A sinister voice whispered in her ear.
A jolt of terror shot through Su Liqiu, she hadn't even sensed his arrival.
Before she could react, a powerful hand closed around her throat. Her strength drained from her body in an instant, her vision blurring as darkness swallowed her whole.
The last thing she saw was the smirking ghostly face of Mao Yuan.
—
Qian Xiaoli slowly opened her eyes. Her head still felt a little dizzy, but when she remembered what had happened at home, her eyes snapped open.
"Mom!" she cried out, sitting up quickly from the bed.
"Calm down, Young Miss. I'm here," a voice said beside her.
Sitting in a chair was Zhong Ya, the head maid from their household.
Qian Xiaoli grabbed Zhong Ya's arm. "Where's Mother, Zhong Ya?! Where are we?"
Zhong Ya looked at her calmly, trying to stay composed, but a hint of sadness showed in her eyes.
"Everyone from the Su family who was at the manor has come to the White Crow Sect. They've agreed to give us asylum…" she replied.
"Zhong Ya… where is Mother?" Qian Xiaoli asked again, already sensing that 'everyone' didn't include her mother.
Zhong Ya sighed before answering. "She stayed behind to buy us time to escape. Young Miss, I'm sure Qian Niu won't kill her."
Zhong Ya didn't explain further, but Qian Xiaoli understood. If Qian Niu wanted her to marry Mao Yuan, he must have something to gain from it.
She clenched her teeth so hard she could taste blood in her mouth.
Click.
The door creaked open, pulling Qian Xiaoli from her thoughts. She turned toward the sound and saw Elder Duan standing in the doorway.
"Uncle Duan!" she cried, her voice trembling as fresh tears welled up. She ran into his arms, gripping his robes tightly.
"Mother… sob… sob…" Her body shook as she let everything out, her tears falling uncontrollably.
Elder Duan let out a heavy sigh, gently stroking her head in an attempt to soothe her. "Don't worry, you're safe now. Your mother is alive… and we will save her. No matter what."
"Xiao'er!"
A familiar voice called out behind Elder Duan.
Qian Xiaoli froze. She knew that voice instantly.
"F-Fan'er?"
She quickly pulled away from Elder Duan, hastily wiping her tears with her sleeve. She didn't want Feng Fan to see her like this.
Feng Fan strode toward her, his expression dark with fury. He took her hands in his, his grip firm.
"That black belly father-in-law and the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect… I'll kill both of them for hurting you!"
'Those two bastards want to make me wear the green hat? Screw them!' Feng Fan thought, his fury boiling over.
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"E-Elder Duan, it's an emergency! The Sect Master and Elder Jiang are at the western gate. The people from the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Qian family, the Heavenly Blue Dragon Sect, and the Heavenly Sword Sect are all there!" A disciple burst through the door, his words drawing everyone's attention.
"What?!" Elder Duan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "How did they find out the Su family is here? And why are the Blue Dragon and Heavenly Sword sects involved?"
The disciple shook his head. "I don't know, but you need to go. The other elders are already there."
Elder Duan nodded, his expression serious. He turned to Qian Xiaoli and Feng Fan.
"You two, stay here. I'll handle this."
Before Elder Duan could leave, Qian Xiaoli grabbed his sleeve. "No! I'm coming too. If they're here, they already know the Su family is with us. Hiding won't help."
Elder Duan sighed. "Fine, follow me."
Elder Duan and Qian Xiaoli left through the door and flew quickly toward the western gate. Halfway there, Elder Duan turned and noticed someone else who shouldn't have been there.
"Feng Fan, why are you following us?"
Feng Fan replied with a righteous tone. "Master, why wouldn't I come? If they're here to cuckold me, I have to defend myself!"
Elder Duan rolled his eyes. "You'd better stay out of this. The last thing we need right now is more trouble."
Feng Fan shook his head. "Trouble's already at our doorstep. If they've come looking for it, we should give it back to them, or people will say the White Crow Sect isn't hospitable!"
Elder Duan didn't know how to argue with that. He sighed and said, "Fine, but keep your mouth shut!"
Soon, they arrived at the western gate. All the important elders of the White Crow Sect were already there, their expressions grim as they looked through the barrier.
Outside stood a large group of cultivators. At the front were Qian Niu, Mao Yuan, Deng Yi, the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Cai An, the sect master of the Blue Dragon Sect.
Four of the most powerful forces had gathered to confront a mid-tier sect. If they decided to attack, the outcome was clear: the White Crow Sect would be wiped out.
"Qian Niu, Mao Yuan, Cai An, Deng Yi," Yin Jian said, his expression serious. "What do you think you're doing? Do you believe the Dao Seeking School won't punish you if you attack us?"
A creepy smile spread across Mao Yuan's face, and he laughed loudly at Yin Jian's words. "Hahaha, Yin Jian, I'm sure you're not a fool. The Dao Seeking School and the Bloodsucker Demon Sect are at war. They won't have time to worry about you."
Hearing Mao Yuan's words, some of the elders who hadn't known about the war grew visibly tense.
If Mao Yuan was telling the truth, the Dao Seeking School wouldn't interfere in conflicts within the Qian Empire anytime soon. The last war between the Dao Seeking School and the Bloodsucker Demon Sect had lasted fifty years
By the time that war ended, the White Crow Sect would have been wiped out long ago.
Of course, the sects responsible would still face consequences eventually. While they could use this information to pressure the White Crow Sect, launching an all-out war was a completely different matter.
A sect under the Dao Seeking School being wiped out by other sects was not something the school could tolerate. If they allowed it, people would start forgetting who was truly in charge.
Yin Jiang gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"
Though the question sounded simple, it was actually a sign that he was backing down—a clear indication that he was willing to negotiate.
Feng Fan, who had just arrived at the scene, shook his head. 'The worst thing you can do in a situation like this is show weakness…'
As he expected, the four people leading the opposition smiled at Yin Jiang's response. The first to speak was Qian Niu.
"We've already discussed this and won't ask for much. Hand over four people from your sect—my daughter, Feng Fan, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang."
Yin Jiang's eyes widened. He could understand why they wanted Qian Xiaoli, and even Feng Fan made some sense. But Huang Xue and Xue Qiang too?
They were trying to wipe out their most promising young talents!
"Impossible!" Yin Jiang snapped. "You want to kill the next generation? The Dao Seeking School won't let this slide!"
Deng Yi stepped forward, his voice filled with menace. "Yin Jiang, you can either hand over the four or watch as we slaughter everyone in your sect, one by one. Let's see how long you can stay holed up inside!"
His glare darkened. "And if I don't kill that bastard Feng Fan for taking Hou Mengyao's life, I'm not leaving!"
Just as Yin Jian was about to respond, a voice came from behind him. A figure stepped forward, moving closer to the barrier.
"Sect Master," Feng Fan said, his tone laced with disdain. "What's the point of talking to them? They're just a bunch of useless cultivators."
His words immediately drew everyone's attention. Eyes widened in disbelief as the atmosphere grew tense.
Feng Fan pointed first at Qian Niu.
"To break through, this guy wants to sell his own daughter. Pathetic."
Next, his finger moved to Mao Yuan.
"And this one? He can't even be called human anymore. He sold his own body for power. And look at that stupid face—he's already wearing a green hat thanks to me, yet he still shows up here to see me. This man must have a cuckold fetish."
Then, he gestured toward Cai An.
"The Blue Dragon Sect's disciples are so worthless they had to send their daddy to deal with me."
Finally, he pointed at Deng Yi.
"And this guy? The worst of them all. His so-called holy son lost fair and square, yet he comes here whining. Let me tell you something—Hou Mengyao begged me not to kill him before he died. Too bad he was so weak I killed him by mistake."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC181 I'm Su Xiaoli!
Everyone from the White Crow Sect turned pale at Feng Fan's words.
Elder Duan nearly coughed blood on the spot. "I knew this disciple was reckless, but this is on another level! Does he really need to provoke them even more? Our situation is already bad enough!"
The four sect leaders Feng Fan had insulted were among the most powerful figures in the Qian Empire. When had they ever been disrespected like this, especially by a mere Golden Core cultivator?
"Good… very good." Mao Yuan's face twisted with anger as he glared at Feng Fan. "The disciples of the White Crow Sect are truly fearless. I, Mao Yuan, must admit, such boldness is… admirable."
Even if Qian Xiaoli had lost her virginity, she was still useful to him. But for Feng Fan to openly claim in front of everyone that he had slept with Mao Yuan's soon-to-be wife?
That was pure humiliation.
He could already hear the stifled laughter from those behind him.
Mao Yuan's expression darkened as he continued. "Since you're such a brave young cultivator, why don't you come out here? Stop hiding."
Feng Fan looked at Mao Yuan with contempt. "It's fine to be stupid, but why do you think I'm as dumb as you? Give me a hundred years to cultivate, and I'll personally slap you to death, old bastard."
Mao Yuan's face twisted in fury, but before he could explode, Deng Yi stepped in.
"Let him run his mouth," Deng Yi said coldly. "The White Crow Sect has one hour to decide. If we don't have the four of them by then… be ready to face the consequences."
With that, Deng Yi turned and flew away from the western gate of the White Crow Sect.
Mao Yuan and Cai An left as well. To them, arguing with Feng Fan was pointless—he was already a dead man in their eyes.
His fate was sealed.
Only Qian Niu remained, his gaze fixed on his daughter. "Qian Xiaoli, your mother is still alive. If you come with me and obey, I'll set her free."
Qian Xiaoli clenched her fists. For a moment, she nearly made the reckless choice to surrender, but Feng Fan grasped her hand firmly.
"Don't be stupid. Do you really think a man who would sell his own daughter can be trusted?"
His words jolted her back to reality. He was right. As long as she remained here, her mother's life would be safe—for now. But if Qian Niu got what he wanted, there would be nothing stopping him from killing her.
She took a deep breath, her expression hardening as she met his gaze. "Qian Niu, from this day forward, I am no longer your daughter. My name is no longer Qian Xiaoli—I am Su Xiaoli!"
Feng Fan gave a firm nod, approving her decision.
Qian Niu scoffed, dismissing her declaration with a look of disdain. Without another word, he turned and flew away, just like the others.
Elder Jiang stepped closer to Feng Fan, his face dark with anger. "Brat, why did you have to make things worse?!"
Feng Fan sighed. "Elder Jiang, no matter what you said, they were never going to back down. Since we're already enemies, the least we can do is not show weakness."
"Oh? So I assume you have an incredible plan to get out of this alive?" Elder Jiang asked with a mocking smile.
Feng Fan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Elder Jiang, you must be joking. I'm just a lowly Golden Core Formation cultivator. But surely the esteemed elders of the White Crow Sect have already prepared for this, haven't they?"
He wasn't just asking for the sake of it. He had already read Yin Jian's mind and knew there was a plan.
Since their enemies specifically targeted Huang Xue, Feng Fan, Su Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang, Yin Jian intended to send them to the Dao Seeking School. As highly talented cultivators, they would likely find protection there.
At most, they would just be forced to participate in the war against the Bloodsucker Demon Sect.
The real problem was contacting the Dao Seeking School. Any form of communication with the outside world had already been cut off by the surrounding sects. By the time the Dao Seeking School learned of their plight, it would be too late.
"As long as you four escape, I doubt they'll continue to attack the White Crow Sect," Elder Jiang explained. "Even if they do, we can hold out for a few weeks. They won't stay here forever. We'll send you to the Dao Seeking School."
Feng Fan nodded. "How exactly are we getting out, Elder Jiang?"
"There's a teleportation formation within the White Crow Sect. It was built long before the Qian Empire was even founded, so I doubt they're aware of its existence. In fact, it has only been used twice since our sect's establishment."
"Can it teleport us directly to the Dao Seeking School?"
Elder Jiang shook his head. "That's impossible. The Dao Seeking School is too far. The formation can only take you as far as the Qian Empire's borders. We'll provide you with a map and teleport you to the outskirts of the empire."
"I see…" Feng Fan muttered, a hint of disappointment in his voice. His dream of peaceful cultivation had been shattered.
Even if he made it to the Dao Seeking School, they were still at war. There would be no peace waiting for him there.
Elder Jiang guided Su Xiaoli and Feng Fan toward the formation, where they found Huang Xue and Xue Qiang already waiting. Standing beside them was Yin Jian, he left early to bring them here.
Xue Qiang's eyes filled with concern as she stepped closer to Feng Fan, gently taking his hand. "Fanfan, are you okay?"
Feng Fan smiled and gave a reassuring nod. "Looks like we're about to embark on an adventure. At least this time, we'll be together." His gaze shifted from Xue Qiang to Huang Xue and finally to Su Xiaoli.
Xue Qiang's smile was warm and unwavering. "As long as I'm with you, Fanfan, I don't care where we go.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC182 Obviously, I'm The More Level-headed One Here
Elder Jiang handed Xue Qiang a map of the Dao Seeking School's territory.
"Xue Qiang, you're the most level-headed person here. You'll be teleported close to the Death Plains. While it might be faster to go straight through, don't do it, go around instead," Elder Jiang said, his expression turning serious as he mentioned the Death Plains.
"The southeastern part isn't too dangerous for your cultivation level, but the closer you get to the center, the greater the risk. Even Return To Void realm experts can't cross it easily."
Xue Qiang took the map and nodded, her face serious. "Don't worry, Elder Jiang. I'll follow your instructions."
Feng Fan watched their interaction with a raised eyebrow. 'The only reason he says that is because he doesn't know Qinqin well enough. Obviously, I'm the more level-headed one here.'
"Let's hurry; we don't have time to waste. When they come back for you, we'll stall as long as we can to give you time to escape. Also, change your clothes before you go. Don't wear the White Crow Sect robes—it'll make you harder to recognize," Yin Jian instructed, moving his gaze toward Feng Fan.
That was when Feng Fan realized he was the only one still wearing the White Crow Sect robes. He quickly headed to the nearest bathroom and changed into a plain white robe with black accents. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
"Alright, I'm ready now," Feng Fan said.
The four of them walked to the center of the room. Yin Jian and Elder Jiang activated the formation, and in an instant, the scenery around them changed.
—
"Senior Brother, these people are really strong. Do you think our disciples stand a chance against them?" asked a woman wearing Blue Dragon Sect robes.
A man flying beside her shook his head before answering. "Probably not, but they should at least gain something from the immortal ruins. That place is strange, the closer you get to the center, the colder it becomes, and Nascent Soul realm cultivators or higher can't enter."
The woman sighed. "It would've been better if the immortal ruins were discovered in the Qian Empire. Since they're inside the Death Plains and the news has already spread, now we have to compete with geniuses from other regions…"
Her words made the man sigh. "Junior Sister, you're too naive. These are the ruins of an immortal. Do you really think people wouldn't invade the Qian Empire to claim them? Even if they were inside our territory, it would be impossible to keep them to ourselves."
"You're right, Senior Brother," the junior sister replied politely as they continued flying from the Death Plains toward the Qian Empire.
The moment they left the Death Plains, they got the shock of their lives. A long-haired man in a white robe stood with three beautiful women.
The man and woman recognized him instantly. He was the most hated person in the White Crow Empire. His image had been circulated inside their sect, and a reward had been offered: whoever killed him would be richly rewarded!
Feng Fan also stared at the duo, stunned. 'Damn it, just my luck! The Blue Dragon Sect is here, and they've recognized me!'
Now he regretted not hiding his face. 'The downside of being this handsome is how easily I'm recognized…'
Barely five seconds after teleporting, they were already spotted!
The man and woman from the Blue Dragon Sect exchanged glances before grinning.
"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Feng Fan. Seems like our luck just turned around," the man said, his voice filled with amusement. "The reward for our current mission is nothing compared to the bounty on your head."
Both of them summoned a sword from their space rings, their cultivation techniques flaring to life.
Nascent Soul realm!
That was the source of their confidence. Against them, Feng Fan was nothing more than a mere toddler.
Even if he had dominated the Young Generation Competition, what did that matter? In front of experienced cultivators like them, he was just a stepping stone.
'Ah, I already miss the days of cultivating and flirting back at the White Crow Sect… Good things never last long,' he thought, summoning the Suppression Relic.
Feng Fan didn't seem to take the people in front of him seriously. Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, and Su Xiaoli also readied their weapons for the fight ahead, though their expressions were far less relaxed.
The man was the first to move. His sword glowed brightly as he charged toward Feng Fan.
"Sun Slash!" A blazing sun appeared behind him, and the temperature around them rose sharply.
Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic, which hummed excitedly in response. After months without a fight, it was eager to show its power.
Clang!
Sword and brick collided, the force of the impact sending both of them stumbling back. While the man from the Blue Dragon Sect took two steps back, Feng Fan took four.
Though the man had the upper hand, he hadn't expected Feng Fan to be nearly on par with him.
A look of surprise crossed his face. "Impressive… So this is the power of the top-ranked young cultivator. It seems I underestimated you."
Feng Fan clicked his tongue, unable to resist provoking his opponent. "Brother, it's not that you underestimated me—you overestimated yourself."
The man's expression twitched. "I've heard you have a sharp tongue. Let's see how long you can keep talking."
"If you shut up, I promise not to say anything. Your voice is really annoying. How did your mother even manage to raise you? Poor woman…"
Hearing Feng Fan mention his mother, the man nearly lost his mind with rage. His mother had died at the hands of his drunk father, making this a deeply sensitive topic for him.
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" he roared, charging forward like a cheetah. His sword rose high before slashing down toward Feng Fan's head.
Feng Fan smirked and raised his brick to block the attack.
While Feng Fan dealt with the man, Huang Xue, Su Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang were locked in a stalemate with the other woman.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC183 Giggle of Doom
Although Feng Fan managed to hold his ground, his hands trembled under the immense force of the Blue Dragon Sect disciple's sword. His knees buckled, and the ground beneath him sank a few centimeters from the pressure.
The man smirked, noticing Feng Fan's resistance. He pulled back his sword and swung again, a powerful horizontal slash aimed straight at Feng Fan's chest.
But instead of raising his weapon to block, Feng Fan's smirk widened.
He activated his new technique. A laughing skeleton holding a scythe appeared briefly behind him.
Giggle of Doom!
In an instant, half of his spiritual qi vanished, a high price for using the technique against someone a full realm above him.
'Damn, this thing burns qi like crazy…' he thought. 'If I tried it on a Spirit Severing cultivator, would I suffer backlash?'
His opponent suddenly froze mid-swing, his hands beginning to tremble. At first, it was barely noticeable, but within moments, his entire body shook violently.
His face turned as red as a tomato as he struggled to regain control. Then, after a breath of time, he lost all restraint. His sword clattered to the ground, and his hands clutched at his abdomen.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The man erupted into uncontrollable laughter. "You bastard—HAHAHA—what the hell—HAHAHA—did you do to me?!"
His attempts to speak were cut off by his own manic laughter, his body convulsing as if possessed.
Feng Fan stroked his chin, watching with amusement. "Not bad, not bad… This technique turns hatred into an uncontrollable urge to laugh."
Feng Fan took a moment to admire his handiwork before delivering a flurry of ten slaps to the man's face.
With no way to defend himself, the man's head quickly swelled, his cheeks puffing up like a pig's. Yet, despite the beating, his laughter remained uncontrollable.
Feng Fan smirked, tilting his head. "I've seen a lot of things, but this is a first—a man getting slapped into a pig and still laughing. The world is vast indeed… full of all kinds of fools."
The woman watched in horror as her senior brother was humiliated, her eyes widening in disbelief. She had never seen such a bizarre technique before!
Realizing the battle was slipping out of their control, she channeled her spiritual qi into her sword and stabbed it into the ground. A powerful explosion erupted, forcing Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang backward.
Wasting no time, she retrieved a token from her space ring and infused it with her qi, sending a message.
"Elder, I've found Feng Fan! He's near the Death Plains! Send reinforcements immediately!"
The faces of Feng Fan and his companions darkened. Communication tokens like that often had tracking functions. Reinforcements from the Blue Dragon Sect would arrive soon, and they wouldn't be any weaker than these two.
"Damn it!" Feng Fan clenched his fists, already knowing what he had to do. A deep sense of despair filled him.
'I… I'll have to use my qi stones… Why, heavens, why?'
They needed to eliminate both enemies as quickly as possible and flee. If even one survived, tracking them down would be much easier.
After sending the message, the woman shifted her focus from the girls to Feng Fan. "Senior Brother!" she shouted.
'Little Brick, do it!' Feng Fan commanded the Suppression Relic, pushing down his turbulent emotions.
The Suppression Relic hummed, quickly connecting to Feng Fan's space ring. In an instant, the spiritual qi inside the high-grade spiritual qi stones vanished, leaving behind only dust.
Feng Fan felt a sharp pang of regret but forced himself to ignore it.
Red patterns and strange symbols appeared on the Suppression Relic's surface, and a violent energy surged around it. The woman, who had been charging toward Feng Fan, froze in fear.
'What is this?!' she thought, panicking. Without hesitation, she abandoned her senior brother and tried to flee.
"Hmph! After using up all my spiritual qi stones, do you really think I'll let you escape?!" Feng Fan yelled, trying to mask his frustration by raising his voice.
He hurled the Suppression Relic with all his strength. It shot toward the woman's head like a comet. She barely had time to react.
The woman turned to defend herself, raising her sword between the Suppression Relic and her body. But her sword shattered as easily as a sandal smashing a cockroach.
Even if it were a damn flying cockroach, once the sandal struck, its fate was sealed!
Bang!
The Suppression Relic smashed into her head, turning it into a gruesome mess of blood and flesh. Her headless body hit the ground with a thud, her blood soaking into the soil, nourishing the plants around them.
The paths we walk in life may differ, yet, our destination remains the same—to become part of the soil from which the next generation rises.
With its duty fulfilled, the Suppression Relic gracefully returned to Feng Fan's hand.
The man stared in disbelief as his junior sister died. 'He wasn't even doing his best before!'
That was his last thought as Feng Fan swung the Suppression Relic again, crushing the man's skull. His end was no different from his junior sister's.
If there was one thing unusual about his death, it was that the man died laughing. Perhaps, in his final moments, he found joy in the inevitable.
Or he was just an idiot.
With both enemies dealt with, Feng Fan turned to the girls, never once glancing back at the dead bodies. His expression was solemn as he spoke.
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"Let's enter the Death Plains."
The girls nodded without hesitation. There was no need for further explanation—they all understood.
The Death Plains was their best chance to escape the Blue Dragon Sect's pursuit. Any other path would only lead to a quicker death.
Without wasting another second, the four of them stored their weapons in their space rings and soared toward the Death Plains.
Given their cultivation levels, Feng Fan wasn't too worried. As long as they followed Elder Jiang's advice and avoided the center, they should be safe.
Of course, Elder Jiang's advice wasn't to avoid the center—he had warned them to stay away from the Death Plains entirely!
"Xue Qiang, check the map. Find the shortest route that keeps us away from the center."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC184 Am I Beautiful?
Xue Qiang pulled a token from her space ring—the map Elder Jiang had given her. She channeled her spiritual qi, and a virtual screen appeared in front of her.
Feng Fan glanced at it as they ran and realized they were in serious trouble. Having a map inside the Death Plains was almost useless.
The map was distorted. Though Feng Fan hadn't seen it before, he doubted Elder Jiang would give them something worthless. Most likely, something within the Death Plains was interfering with it.
Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision. What he saw nearly made his jaw drop.
'This is a massive array!'
That's right—the Death Plains were surrounded by a huge array. If that were all, it would be surprising but not shocking. What truly stunned Feng Fan was the realization that this wasn't a natural formation. It was man-made!
'Who could create such an array… and why?'
Considering the vastness of the Death Plains, the array had to span millions of kilometers—an unimaginable feat. If someone like Elder Duan attempted to create such a formation, he could dedicate his entire life to it and still never complete it!
"Fanfan, the map isn't working," Xue Qiang said, snapping Feng Fan out of his thoughts.
Feng Fan smiled wryly. "Let's look on the bright side, it'll probably make it harder for them to track us too."
"Which direction should we go?" Huang Xue asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
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Feng Fan wanted to answer, but he had no idea. If this were Earth, he could just pull up Google Maps. But here? He didn't even know the layout of the land.
"Let's head west," Su Xiaoli suggested. "If we keep moving west, we'll eventually leave the Death Plains and reach the Mao Empire. From there, we can find the Dao Seeking School."
"But…" Huang Xue hesitated. "How do we know which way is west?"
"Don't worry," Su Xiaoli reassured her. "I've studied a lot of books since I was young. I can navigate by the stars, and I know the general layout of the regions within the Dao Seeking territory."
Feng Fan nodded in agreement. 'Even if the Death Plains' formation disrupts other arrays, it's unlikely to interfere with our view of the stars—unless it's also an illusion array.'
"It's still a few hours until nightfall. Let's keep moving as far as we can from where we fought the Blue Dragon Sect," Feng Fan said.
The women nodded in agreement, and they continued their escape. A few beasts crossed their path, but none were stronger than tier 3. For now, they handled them easily.
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"Yin Jian, your time's up. Have you decided to surrender?" Mao Yuan asked, staring at the White Crow Sect members behind the barrier.
Just as Cai An, Deng Yi, Mao Yuan, and Qian Niu began negotiating with the White Crow Sect, Cai An received a message.
"What?!" he exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention.
He then grinned and turned to Yin Jian. "It seems they've already left… Who would've thought you could sneak them out of your sect without us noticing? They were spotted near the border of the Qian Empire, close to the Death Plains. My people are already chasing them."
Yin Jian and Elder Jiang paled at the news. 'How were they found so quickly?!' they thought.
Realizing their targets were no longer there, the four of them vanished in an instant.
—
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Feng Fan and the girls spotted a village in the distance.
'A village in the Death Plains?' The sight made Feng Fan frown. 'I thought no humans lived here.'
Despite their doubts, they found themselves unconsciously drawn toward it, as if something unseen was pulling them in.
The moment the last sliver of sunlight vanished and darkness took over, a thick fog began to seep from the village. It was faint at first, but carried an unsettling stillness that clung to the air.
Then, silence.
Not just the absence of voices—but of everything. The wind stopped. The rustling of grass that filled the Death Plains, gone. Even their own footsteps seemed swallowed by the creeping mist.
The abrupt shift jolted Feng Fan out of his trance. He stopped in his tracks, instantly circulating his suppression qi around his body. 'What the hell am I doing?'
Glancing at the girls, he noticed their vacant, hollow eyes as they continued moving toward the village, their steps slow and mechanical.
Feng Fan placed a hand on each of them, channeling his suppression qi into their bodies.
"Uh? What happened?" Xue Qiang blinked, her consciousness snapping back.
"How did… we get here?" Su Xiaoli muttered, her voice unsteady. Just moments ago, the village had been a distant silhouette on the horizon—now, it loomed right before them.
A chilling voice, hollow and lifeless, echoed behind them.
"Am I beautiful?"
The four of them spun around, their bodies tensing.
A woman stood there, dressed in tattered rags. If one ignored her face, her figure was breathtaking—thick, shapely thighs, a narrow waist, and curves that would make any man's heart race. Her bare stomach traced alluring lines under the moonlight.
But the moment their eyes traveled upward, horror set in.
Her face—if it could even be called that—was a grotesque patchwork of different features, sewn together like a macabre quilt. Only, instead of fabric, flesh had been stitched together.
Her face was calm, showing no emotion. This added a strange, unsettling touch to the atmosphere, like pasta with beans.
"Am I beautiful?" the woman asked again, her voice flat and mechanical.
Xue Qiang, Su Xiaoli, and Huang Xue watched her cautiously, their hands ready to grab their weapons at any moment. But Feng Fan smiled warmly and stepped forward.
"Yes, you're a very beautiful lady. If I'd been drinking water just now, I'd have spit it all out the moment I saw you. That's how stunning you are."
The stitched-face woman's expression didn't change, but something deep in her eyes seemed to shift.
"You are lying," replied the woman.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Feng Fan felt an invisible force latching onto him, trying to drain both his life force and cultivation forcefully.
Feng Fan circulated his cultivation technique frantically, channeling his suppression qi to resist the force draining his life force and cultivation. Fortunately, his suppression qi was strong enough to block whatever sorcery was at play.
The entire exchange happened in an instant, unnoticed by anyone else. Even his expression remained unchanged—he kept his warm smile as if nothing had happened.
However, his nonchalant demeanor made the stitched-face woman's expression darken. 'What's going on? Why isn't his life force or cultivation being drained? Could it be… he wasn't lying?'
Hearing her thoughts only deepened Feng Fan's confusion. 'She knows about the suction force… but why does she think it has anything to do with me telling the truth?
Suppressing his questions for now, he kept up the act.
"Beauty, how do we leave this place? I forgot my cake in the oven, so I need to get back as soon as possible."
Of course, he kept lying.
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The patches on the stitched-face woman's face twitched slightly at Feng Fan's words, but her calm expression didn't change.
"Follow the rules and play the game to leave the village," she replied.
Feng Fan shook his head. "Lady, are you in kindergarten? I don't want to play games—I'm leaving."
After saying this, Feng Fan flew in the opposite direction of the village, with Xue Qiang, Su Xiaoli, and Huang Xue close behind.
But after flying for half a minute, they found themselves right back in front of the stitched-face woman. She stared at them blankly.
"Follow the rules and play the game to leave the village," she repeated.
Feng Fan didn't respond immediately. Instead, he activated his spiritual qi vision and scanned the area.
At first, he thought an illusion array or something similar was trapping them. But that idea didn't hold up for long.
There were no traces of arrays, but he sensed something familiar—Dao laws!
Feng Fan's expression shifted. Even though he had an idea of what was trapping them, there was nothing he could do about it.
'The suction force trying to drain my life force after I lied to her must be connected to this,' he thought.
"Feng Fan, maybe we should listen to her first," Xue Qiang whispered, noticing his troubled expression.
Feng Fan glanced at her and nodded, then turned back to the stitched-face woman.
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The woman didn't answer. Instead, she began walking toward the village, which was shrouded in thick fog.
"Let's go. She's probably telling us to follow her," Su Xiaoli said, trailing after the mysterious woman.
Huang Xue and Xue Qiang followed without hesitation. Feng Fan rolled his eyes.
'Kids these days follow any strange person they meet. Didn't their mothers teach them not to talk to strangers?' he thought, but he followed them anyway.
Inside the village, the group of five moved through desolate streets, their footsteps muffled by the thick fog creeping over the ground.
The wooden houses that lined their path stood in silence, their warped frames and rotting beams whispering of decades of abandonment. Some doors hung open, swaying slightly, as if something had left in a hurry—or never truly left at all.
With each step, the fog grew denser, curling around their ankles like unseen hands reaching from below. It thickened unnaturally fast, swallowing the street beneath them until Feng Fan could no longer see his own feet.
A chill ran down his spine. The mist didn't just obscure—it felt alive, shifting and pulsing with an ominous presence.
By the time the stitched-face woman finally stopped, the world around them had almost vanished into a swirling sea of gray. Feng Fan's breath came slow and steady, but his instincts screamed.
The deeper they ventured, the more the village felt like a place that had forgotten time—a place that had no intention of letting them leave.
The force trying to drain his life energy and cultivation was stronger than ever, pressing down on him like invisible chains. But as long as he continued circulating his suppression qi, it was powerless against him.
When they finally stopped in what appeared to be the village's main plaza, Feng Fan's eyes narrowed. Dozens of figures stood motionless in the thick fog, their eyes hollow and lifeless. Their bodies were rigid.
'If I hadn't broken the trance, we'd probably be just like them right now,' Feng Fan thought.
He strained his vision through the fog, but the swirling mist obscured much of the plaza. Still, even at a glance, there were at least fifty people trapped in this eerie state—possibly more.
"Where is that woman?" Huang Xue's voice cut through Feng Fan's thoughts.
Snapping out of his trance, he scanned the area. The stitched-face woman was gone—vanishing as mysteriously as she had appeared.
"Stay close," Feng Fan warned. "It's too easy to get lost in this fog."
The four pressed their backs together, forming a defensive stance.
Then, a harsh, rasping voice echoed through the plaza.
"Ah… the lost lambs have arrived. Now we can begin."
As if responding to the voice, the dense fog abruptly receded, pulling back like a curtain to reveal the scene before them.
The first thing Feng Fan noticed was the ground. The soil beneath his feet was deep red, as if soaked in blood.
Then, his eyes landed on the figure approaching them. A hunchbacked old man hobbled forward, his twisted form wrapped in tattered robes. He leaned heavily on a cane, and with each step, the cane sank slightly into the soft red earth, making a sickly, squelching sound.
Trailing behind him were the stitched-face woman and an entire horde of grotesque figures.
Compared to them, the stitched-face woman might as well have been a goddess.
These creatures looked like nightmares made flesh—misshapen bodies, limbs that didn't belong, faces that had been stretched, stitched, or fused together in unnatural ways. Some bore extra arms, others had faces where no face should be, and a few were little more than walking abominations of flesh and bone.
But the most unsettling thing wasn't their appearance. It was the overwhelming vitality radiating from them—thick, pulsating life force tainted with something vile.
The powerful vitality felt strange, interwoven with the chilling energy of death. Two opposing forces that should repel each other somehow coexisted within the same body.
And the worst of them all was the hunchbacked man.
Feng Fan's instincts screamed at him. This was no ordinary old man; he was the strongest among them.
The cultivators who had been in a trance just moments ago snapped out of it when the horde arrived.
"Ugh, where is this?"
"Where… am I?"
With the fog finally gone, Feng Fan was able to see how many people had been in a trance. There weren't just fifty as he initially saw, but a whopping two hundred of them!
"My good lambs," the old man said, addressing the crowd of cultivators with a creepy grin.
"Welcome to my humble village," he continued. "There are a few rules here that must be followed without fail, or else…"
"Shut up, old man!" one of the cultivators, who seemed to be from an evil sect, snapped, cutting him off.
The cultivator charged at the hunchbacked old man, a flag filled with screaming souls in his hands.
"Hey, that's Soul Demon Zhang Jing. I heard he trapped over a thousand children's souls to make that weapon," one of the cultivators in the crowd said, recognizing the attacker.
The hunchbacked old man didn't seem bothered by Zhang Jing charging at him. His smile only grew wider as he waited for the attack that was meant to kill him.
But what happened next shocked everyone. Just as Zhang Jing's flag was about to strike the old man, Zhang Jing suddenly froze.
His body seemed to deflate like a balloon, and agonized screams—this time coming from Zhang Jing himself, not his soul flag—echoed across the plaza.
His life energy and cultivation drained from his body in an instant. He had no time to react, only feeling pain as his life slipped away.
What was left of his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
The life energy and cultivation taken from him seeped into the ground, vanishing from sight.
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Feng Fan looked at Zhang Jing's body with scorn. 'Aren't evil cultivators supposed to be cunning? Why did this fool charge straight into the lion's den without a second thought?'
Zhang Jing had come into the village's center like a puppet on strings. After he came back to himself, without even waiting to hear the other party, he attacked and got himself killed.
If that wasn't foolish, what was?
The other cultivators stared at the hunchbacked old man with fear. A powerful Nascent Soul realm cultivator like Zhang Jing had been killed so easily.
They couldn't even tell what had killed him!
Normally, to even catch a glimpse of Dao laws, a cultivator would need to be at least in the Dao Seeking realm. Those here were only between Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul, making it impossible for them to understand what had happened.
The hunchbacked old man grinned, enjoying the fear on their faces.
"This is what happens when someone breaks the rules here. Now, let me continue where I left off," he said.
"The first rule: You cannot attack. The moment you strike at anyone here, your life force and cultivation will be drained until nothing remains."
"The second rule: If someone asks you a question, you must answer within a minute. If you don't, part of your life force and cultivation will be taken and given to the one who asked."
"The third rule: You may lie or tell the truth. However, if the questioner calls out your answer as a lie or the truth—and is correct—you will lose a small portion of your life force and cultivation to them."
"The fourth rule: If you accuse someone of lying or telling the truth and you're wrong, a portion of your life force and cultivation will be transferred to them."
"The fifth rule: You can't ask questions to the same person in a row."
"This stolen energy will stay with you as long as you remain in the village. But once you leave, it will vanish. To escape, you must pay a price—five thousand years of life. Simply walk toward the village's edge and think of paying, and the village will take its due... and let you go."
"Of course," the hunchbacked man added with a twisted grin, "you could choose to stay here with us… and live forever."
His words sent a chill through the crowd.
The weight of his statement settled in—leaving meant sacrificing five thousand years of life, an unbearable price for most. A Nascent Soul cultivator barely lived for three thousand years.
The only way to escape this place was by playing the cursed game and stealing someone else's life force.
Worse yet, they needed to steal a total of five thousand years' worth, because no one here was willing to sacrifice their own lifespan to leave. To a cultivator, losing years of life wasn't just about aging, it was stealing their very chance of breaking through to the next realm.
As for staying here with this bunch of grotesque people? Only mad people would choose to do so.
Feng Fan took a step closer, his expression unreadable. "Hey, old man… why tell us the rules at all?"
The man's grin widened, revealing yellowed, uneven teeth. "If I don't tell you, I can't take your energy, of course… You must know the rules to play the game. If you don't, the rules become distorted, and any stolen energy and cultivation will go to the village instead of us."
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Feng Fan smirked. "You're telling the truth."
The hunchbacked man's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his smile returned, followed by a hoarse, eerie chuckle. "Not bad, young man. You have a promising future here."
A small part of the hunchbacked man's life force and cultivation left him and entered Feng Fan. Feng Fan felt this force was too dirty. Instead of letting it enter his body, he made the Suppression Reli absorb it entirely.
Without anyone noticing, Little Brick, resting inside Feng Fan's space ring, quietly absorbed the tainted energy through their connection.
'They're not telling the whole truth. Those twisted bodies… they must be the result of absorbing this tainted life force and corrupted spiritual qi,' he thought.
Although Feng Fan could purify the energy before absorbing it, the process would take too long, making it not worth the effort.
Feng Fan was about to ask the old man another question, but he felt a strong force stopping him from voicing the question to the old man. This was the same force that was trying to drain his cultivation constantly.
He knew he could still ignore the force and ask the question because of his suppression qi, but he chose not to. If he did so, it would be obvious he was cheating.
When one decides to cheat the game, the most important thing is to not be caught!
Instead of asking the old man, he looked toward the stitched-face woman.
"Is there another way to leave here? I don't believe paying five thousand years is the only way."
His words caused the hunchbacked man's smile to falter slightly, though no one seemed to notice.
The woman responded, her expression remaining eerily calm and unreadable. "No."
But within her mind, a different thought played out: 'There is, but you fools will never know of it.'
Feng Fan smirked. This game was practically made for him to exploit. He could effortlessly discern lies from truth, and he could lie without anyone siphoning his energy.
A devious plan began to take shape in his mind. 'Even if this energy is tainted, I can have Little Brick absorb everything and use it to fuel its transformation.'
Suddenly, the grotesque figures before him no longer seemed unholy or terrifying. Instead, they appeared like the sweetest delicacies, wrapped and ready to be devoured in a single bite.
'With this energy, I won't even need to waste my qi stones…'
"You're lying," Feng Fan said.
His words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. If the woman was indeed lying, then there had to be a way to escape this cursed village without paying the steep price of their life force.
Most of the cultivators trapped here wanted nothing more than to leave, but the risk of playing this twisted game was too great. Now, for the first time, a glimmer of hope sparked in their eyes.
The stitched-face woman's expression twisted as a portion of her life force and cultivation was forcefully stripped away. Her face paled slightly.
Unlike the hunchbacked man, her reserves weren't as vast. Feng Fan absorbed the stolen energy before channeling it directly into the Suppression Relic.
The crowd took notice immediately. Their eyes widened as they realized the truth—there was a way to leave this accursed village without paying the impossible price.
The hunchbacked man's grin disappeared entirely. His gaze darkened as he glared at Feng Fan, his expression a mix of anger and irritation. But after a brief pause, he regained his composure, forcing a smile back onto his wrinkled face.
"I'm sure you're all exhausted," he said, his voice smooth but laced with something sinister. "Why don't you rest for now? We can play the game later… at a slower pace."
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Without waiting for a response, the hunchbacked man turned and left the plaza, his grotesque followers trailing behind him.
The stitched-face woman lingered for a moment. Her gaze flickered toward Feng Fan, a hint of hesitation in her hollow eyes. But in the end, she said nothing and followed the hunchbacked man into the thickening fog.
"Man, you're really something. I've never seen someone so fearless," a voice said behind Feng Fan, addressing him.
Feng Fan turned to see a long-haired blond man in tattered clothes. The man was absurdly handsome.
Normally, Feng Fan would feel a sense of aversion toward handsome men, but the familiar aura emanating from Mao Shun made it feel different.
There was no symbol of any sect on his outfit, which was unusual. Feng Fan couldn't tell if the man's clothes were torn where the sect symbol should be or if he didn't belong to any sect at all.
The handsome man carried a large hammer on his back. It looked like a blacksmith's hammer, but it was much bigger than usual.
Feng Fan's eyes narrowed as he studied the hammer. He could sense something special about it. The Suppression Relic hummed, confirming his suspicions.
"Who are you?" Feng Fan asked, his gaze sharp.
"Ah, where are my manners?" Mao Shun scratched the back of his neck, his face slightly flushed with embarrassment.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Mao Shun. And you are...?"
Feng Fan's eyes narrowed upon hearing his name. 'Mao? Could he be related to Mao Yuan?'
"Do you know Mao Yuan? The sect leader from the Heavenly Demon Sect in the Qian Empire?"
Mao Shun blinked in surprise at the sudden question but quickly shook his head. "I have no idea who that is."
Mao Yuan was actually Mao Shun's great-uncle, but since he had left the Mao Empire long before Mao Shun was born, the younger man was unaware of their family connection.
If Feng Fan had known Mao Yuan's ties to the Mao Empire, he could have asked the right questions, but as it was, Mao Shun's true identity remained undiscovered.
Hearing Mao Shun's thoughts and confirming they weren't related, Feng Fan's demeanor changed to a more warm one. Because the hammer and Mao Shun himself emanate a familiar energy, Feng Fan felt slightly closer to him than to a stranger.
Feng Fan smiled and cupped his hands in a polite greeting. "Never mind, I'm sorry, Brother Mao. My name is Feng Fan, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Mao Shun smiled and responded with a greeting of his own. "It's my pleasure. I'm really impressed by Brother Feng's courage. Even in this unknown and weird situation, you didn't seem fazed."
Feng Fan chuckled. 'Of course, if one can easily cheat, why would he be worried about the consequences.'
"Brother Mao, it's not that I'm fearless, but if we want to leave here, we must take the initiative. Those people can't be trusted, playing their game by their rules will only speed up our death."
Mao Shun nodded his head, his expression serious. Although his life in the royal family had been cut short, Mao Shun had been running all his life. The last thing he would do was trust unknown people easily.
Not to mention such shading-looking people, who kidnapped them and forced them to play some weird game.
"Brother Feng, we've only just met, but I feel a strange connection with you. Would you mind if I stick with you?" asked Mao Shun.
Mao Shun's instincts urged him to stay close to Feng Fan. This seemed to be his best chance of leaving the place in one piece.
His instincts had kept him alive for five months in the Death Plains. From a person with no cultivation, he had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm—thanks to those instincts and the mysterious hammer on his back.
Feng Fan was surprised by Mao Shun's words and actions, but he quickly nodded with a smile.
"Then let's look around together. I think we should gather more information about this place before confronting the people who trapped us here."
Mao Shun nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think that's the best plan, Brother Feng."
After agreeing with Mao Shun, Feng Fan spoke to the girls. They decided to split into two groups to explore the area and then meet back at the plaza in at most four hours.
However, the girls started arguing over who would pair up with Feng Fan. To settle the dispute, Feng Fan decided to team up with Mao Shun, while Huang Xue, Su Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang would form the other group.
As Mao Shun and Feng Fan prepared to leave and investigate the village, Xue Qiang grabbed Feng Fan's arm.
"Be careful, Fanfan," she said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
Feng Fan smiled, enjoying the public display of affection. Su Xiaoli and Huang Xue didn't seem as pleased, though.
Huang Xue felt too shy to do something like that in front of so many people. Just the thought of it made her cheeks turn faintly red.
As for Su Xiaoli, her mind was still on her mother. She also worried that if she kissed Feng Fan in front of Xue Qiang, it might cause a fight—something she definitely wanted to avoid right now. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire
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In a room where no light dared to enter, ten red candles were arranged in a circle on the floor, their flickering flames the only source of illumination.
Beside the circle, the hunchbacked old man knelt, his body trembling as he muttered strange incantations in a low, guttural voice.
A shadow began to take form within the circle, hovering in mid-air.
"Master," the hunchbacked man, Dai Li, spoke, his voice quivering. "The new sacrifices have arrived, but there seems to be... a peculiar fellow among them."
The shadow grunted. "What does it matter? You cannot lose inside the domain I created. As long as he entered the village, there are only two possible outcomes: death, or servitude. You'd better not disappoint me, Dai Li."
Dai Li trembled even more at the words, his body shaking with fear. "Y-Yes, master. I will fulfill my duty without fail!"
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Mao Shun and Feng Fan walked side by side through the village, the fog so thick it almost reached their knees. Even though it was daytime, the village was dark, with no sunlight breaking through.
"Most of the houses look empty. Where do those people stay?" Feng Fan muttered, more to himself than to Mao Shun.
Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision. Almost everything in the village was shrouded in an eerie energy. While he could still sense spiritual qi, his vision wasn't as clear as usual.
Then, he spotted a house and noticed a faint energy reading coming from it.
"Someone's in there. Let's check it out," Feng Fan said to Mao Shun
Mao Shun didn't question how Feng Fan knew someone was inside. He walked up to the house and, even though the door was slightly open, knocked.
Feng Fan was caught off guard. He hadn't expected Mao Shun to knock instead of barging in. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and kicked the door open.
Bang!
The door flew off its hinges, crashing into a table. The force sent both the table and the door sliding across the floor until they hit the wall.
Feng Fan glanced at Mao Shun. "Why would you even knock?"
Mao Shun scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. He didn't have an answer for his previous action.
Feng Fan chuckled before stepping into the house. With his spiritual qi vision activated, he quickly located his target.
He didn't need to approach, though, the man, if he could even be called that, came to them instead.
A headless figure stood before Feng Fan and Mao Shun. Its skin was non-existent, exposing raw, bulging muscles. On its abdomen, a grotesque face scowled at them.
"Why did you break my door?!" the face demanded.
Feng Fan smiled politely. "The door was too ugly, so I thought I'd help with renovations. A pleasure to meet you. I'm with Renovation Constructions, at your service."
Mao Shun and the grotesque figure stared at him, momentarily stunned by the blatant lie. But the creature recovered quickly, and the face on its abdomen twisted into a grin.
"You're lying!" it declared.
It waited, expecting Feng Fan's life force to be drained and absorbed into its body. But nothing happened.
The creature's grin faltered. 'What's going on? Was he actually telling the truth? Impossible, if that were the case, I should've lost life force.'
Feng Fan's smirk widened. "Since you had your turn, it's mine now."
With a lamb practically throwing itself onto his plate, there was no reason not to feast.
"Where are the others who live in the village?" he asked.
The face on the creature's abdomen visibly gulped. "They're on the north side of the village."
"You're telling the truth," Feng Fan confirmed.
The creature's expression twisted in despair as ten percent of its life force drained away. Even with plenty to spare, the villagers here were addicts—desperate for life force, hoarding it like a drug.
Taking it from them was like stealing cocaine from a drug addict.
"Y-You!" the creature growled. "What do you want here?"
Feng Fan grinned. He sensed the creature in front of him had made a mistake. As long as it asked a question, Feng Fan could ask one in return.
Not that it mattered. Since the creature was alone, Feng Fan decided to drain it dry. Even if he cheated and the creature noticed, what could it do?
As long as it didn't escape alive, nothing else mattered.
Mao Shun watched from the side with interest. He was curious about how Feng Fan planned to get answers from the creature. These beings had likely been running this "game" for a long time and weren't easy to deal with.
"I want some answers… and your life!" Feng Fan answered.
The creature trembled. It had always been the hunter, and the people who came here were nothing but prey to play with. But the man in front of him was turning everything upside down! Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire
"You... You're telling the truth," the creature stammered.
It expected to absorb some of Feng Fan's life force, but to its shock—nothing happened.
'This doesn't make sense! If I was wrong, I should have lost life force. If I was right, I should have gained some. Why is nothing happening again?!'
While the creature spiraled in confusion, Feng Fan paid no mind to its silent panic and pressed on with his questioning.
"Who's the mastermind behind this village?"
The question made the creature tremble, but years of experience helped it regain its composure quickly.
"It's… the village chief, the man who spoke to you all in the plaza," the creature answered, but in its mind, another thought appeared:
'It's a demon god. Only a demon god could be this powerful!'
Feng Fan frowned. 'Demon god? What does that mean?'
He knew someone who could create such complex rules using Dao laws would be anything but ordinary. But what was the purpose of this place? Why use these minions to do the work?
"You're lying," Feng Fan said.
The creature's eyes widened, and its body twitched as more of its life force and cultivation drained away, flowing into Feng Fan.
Of course, Feng Fan wouldn't let the tainted energy enter him. He quickly activated the Suppression Relic to absorb it all.
This was valuable energy, something he could store for the Suppression Relic when needed. While he had no intention of using it to boost his cultivation, he wouldn't let it go to waste.
Realizing something was wrong, and that staying here would only lead to further losses, the creature made a swift decision. It turned sharply and bolted toward the window, aiming to escape.
But would Feng Fan let his prey slip away so easily? Of course not.
With speed far surpassing the creature's, Feng Fan intercepted its path, blocking the escape route with a grin plastered across his face.
"Where do you think you're going, little lamb?"
A cold dread crept over the creature. At that moment, it couldn't tell who the real monster was—him or Feng Fan.
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