MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC148 If This Is A Lie, You'll Pay For It With Your Body
After dispatching the demon beast, Feng Fan wasted no time grabbing the blue orb it had been guarding. He knew all too well that if he had been even a second slower, Qian Xiaoli would have found some righteous excuse to claim the orb for herself.
As he used his wristband to store the orb away, a mischievous thought crossed his mind.
'When we face the top sects, I'll make sure this girl works twice as hard. That way, all these little payments will finally feel worth it,' he mused with a sly grin.
"What's with that ridiculous smile? Are you thinking something you shouldn't?" A voice came from right beside Feng Fan. It was Qian Xiaoli, staring directly at his face with sharp eyes.
Feng Fan quickly wiped away his grin and replaced it with a warm, innocent smile. "Xiao'er, how could I ever have improper thoughts about you?"
Qian Xiaoli narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Oh? So you were thinking about me. Care to share what it was about?"
'Hmph, this naughty little dog… Just wait until I get him home. I'll make sure to discipline him properly,' she thought, a glint flashing in her eyes.
Feng Fan, who had picked up on her thoughts, felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Still, he managed to maintain his composure, keeping his expression calm and betraying nothing.
With his warm smile unwavering, he replied smoothly, "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, Xiao'er. When all of this is over, I'll take you to my home and show you where I live."
Inwardly, however, his thoughts told a different story. 'Like hell, I'd do that! If Qinqin finds out, she'll kill me for sure!'
Qian Xiaoli's cheeks flushed faintly. She glanced down and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Really? I'll be looking forward to it, then. You'd better not be lying!"
'If this is a lie, you'll pay for it with your body… And if it's not, I'll be happy to go to your house. Either way, I win,' she mused, a mischievous grin forming on her lips.
Feng Fan stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. 'Did I just escape a wolf's den only to walk straight into a tiger's lair?' He thought, despair creeping into his heart.
"Feng Fan?" A cold voice called out from a few meters behind, cutting through the air and breaking the moment.
Feng Fan turned toward the source of the voice, and his expression lit up. "Ah, Huang Xue!"
Huang Xue's eyes quickly darted to Qian Xiaoli. She stepped between them, raising her sword defensively toward Qian Xiaoli.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her gaze sharp and protective.
Feng Fan watched Huang Xue protect him, and a warm feeling spread through his chest. 'Ah, being protected by a beauty… Life doesn't get better than this!' He thought, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
But he quickly stepped forward, placing his hand gently on Huang Xue's arm. "Stop, Huang Xue. She's with me," he said, his tone calm yet firm.
Huang Xue hesitated for a moment, glancing back at him, her grip on the sword loosening slightly.
"With you?" She echoed, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she studied Qian Xiaoli again.
Qian Xiaoli crossed her arms and smirked. "I don't need your permission to stay with him, but it's cute how protective you are." Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
Huang Xue's expression stiffened, but before she could respond, Feng Fan sighed and stepped between them, raising his hands as if to mediate. "Alright, alright, let's not start a fight over nothing. We're all on the same side here."
Huang Xue reluctantly lowered her sword, but her wary eyes never left Qian Xiaoli. Meanwhile, Qian Xiaoli simply smiled triumphantly, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Why are you working with her? Isn't she from another sect?" Huang Xue asked, her tone sharp and filled with suspicion.
"I made a deal with her," Feng Fan explained. "She'll help us aim for first place, and in return, we'll help her secure a spot in the top three."
Huang Xue's brows knitted together as she shifted her attention to Qian Xiaoli. "What are you plotting? Why would you agree to something like that?"
Qian Xiaoli smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Why should I explain myself to you? It's none of your concern. This deal is between me and Fan'er."
The casual way Qian Xiaoli addressed him made Huang Xue's eye twitch with irritation.
Noticing the tension rising, Feng Fan cleared his throat and stepped forward, raising his hands to mediate. "Alright ladies. We're all aiming for the same objective, right? Let's focus on that."
Huang Xue didn't respond immediately but gave Qian Xiaoli one last suspicious glare before nodding.
Qian Xiaoli, on the other hand, smiled as if she had won a battle. "Good idea, Fan'er. Let's get moving. After all, we wouldn't want to waste any time."
Feng Fan sighed inwardly, sensing that the road ahead might be even more challenging with these two at his side.
'Great. This is going to be fun,' he thought sarcastically as they began their journey together.
Huang Xue, Feng Fan, and Qian Xiaoli continued advancing toward the center of the pocket dimension, collecting orbs along the way. For the first time since arriving, Feng Fan spotted an violet orb in the distance.
His face lit up. "Hey, there's an violet orb over there!" he exclaimed, pointing toward the orb's location at about eleven o'clock.
"Let's go!" Huang Xue was the first to move, dashing forward instantly. Ever since she started traveling with Qian Xiaoli, they'd been silently competing.
Feng Fan hadn't managed to claim an orb since they teamed up.
Qian Xiaoli didn't say a word, simply following right after Huang Xue.
Feng Fan sighed as he watched them. 'They didn't even let me finish… There are a couple of demon beasts and cultivators near the orb. Even if they're strong, they should at least think things through before charging in.'
Shaking his head, he trailed behind them, readying himself for the inevitable chaos that would follow.
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"Senior Brother, are we going to make a move?" asked a young man in robes marked with a winged demon symbol on his clothes as he stood atop a thick tree branch.
The man he addressed, clearly in charge, shook his head with a calm yet serious expression. "At least two other groups are watching. Anyone who acts first will pay the price. We'll wait for chaos to break out and fish in troubled waters," he said.
Nearby, two other members of their sect stood silently, observing the situation. Even the weakest among them had reached the 7th stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.
Although the Qian Empire was considered weak compared to the other sects under the protection of the Dao Seeking School, the top sects were notable exceptions. The Heavenly Demon Sect, as a top sect, could provide resources and training far beyond what smaller sects like the White Crow Sect could offer.
Not far from the Heavenly Demon Sect group, two other teams silently observed the scene. Their eyes were locked on the indigo orb guarded by two low tier 3 demon beasts, fiery monkeys.
The creatures' red fur shimmered in the light, giving them an almost mesmerizing appearance. Despite their small and seemingly harmless size, no cultivator present would dare underestimate their power or speed.
"Senior Brother, we've been here for thirty minutes already," said a woman clad in robes adorned with the Blue Dragon Sect emblem.
She shifted her gaze between the fiery monkeys and another group lurking nearby. "If we're going to act, wouldn't it make more sense to attack the other group first instead of the fiery monkeys?"
"The Heavenly Sword Sect isn't the only one around," the senior brother said, his tone calm but cautious. "The Heavenly Demon Sect is also lurking nearby. If we attack either the other group or the demon beasts, we'll only end up exposing ourselves and losing the advantage."
The woman let out a frustrated sigh. "Then what's the point of waiting? We're just wasting time here. I doubt anyone would be dumb enough to—"
"Heavenly Dragon Slash!"
Before she could finish her sentence, a powerful voice cut through the air. In the next instant, a majestic dragon formed from pure energy appeared, its body shimmering with a vibrant glow.
The dragon and a blue-haired woman moved as one, surging toward one of the fiery monkeys with breathtaking speed.
The woman from the Blue Dragon Sect's expression shifted to one of surprise. "Never mind," she muttered under her breath.
Her senior brother smirked mockingly. "Ah, someone from the White Crow Sect. Looks like they're all fools. Prepare for battle!"
The three lurking groups immediately tensed, their gazes locking onto Huang Xue. They readied themselves, waiting for the right moment to snatch the orb and possibly kill her.
The first fiery monkey turned its attention to Huang Xue, letting out a piercing scream. Its glowing red fists clenched as it launched a powerful punch straight at her.
Huang Xue's sword met the attack head-on, the clash sending the monkey flying backward. Its right fist, which had taken the brunt of her strike, bore a deep gash that cut all the way to the bone.
The second fiery monkey's eyes burned with rage at the sight of its injured companion. With a dangerous red glow, its fur erupted into flames as it leaped at Huang Xue in a blazing arc.
Huang Xue raised her sword slightly to defend against the fiery assault, but before she could make a full move, a sharp voice rang out.
"Your opponent is me!"
A metal fan suddenly appeared between Huang Xue and the fiery monkey. The spiritual energy radiating from the fan was so cold it nearly extinguished the flames surrounding the beast.
Clang!
The metal fan clashed against the monkey's claw, sending ripples of yin and yang energy through the air. The force of the impact forced Qian Xiaoli to take two steps back, while the monkey staggered four steps.
The balance of power was clear, she had the upper hand.
"Freezing Moon!" Qian Xiaoli shouted, her voice sharp as she brandished her fan.
Behind her, a ghostly moon materialized, emanating a chilling wind that seemed to threaten to freeze everything beneath it.
Infused with yin spiritual qi, Qian Xiaoli swept her fan forward, releasing a freezing wind that surged toward the monkey.
"Hoo hoo hah ooh ha!" The monkey howled in fury, pounding its chest. Its glowing red eyes burned as though Qian Xiaoli were its sworn enemy.
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The beast channeled powerful yang energy into its fists and charged straight at the icy attack. Its fiery punch collided with the freezing wind, raising the temperature slightly—but it wasn't enough.
The yin spiritual qi enveloped the monkey's body in an instant, freezing it solid as frost crept up its limbs.
After freezing the monkey, Qian Xiaoli jumped toward the immobilized creature. Her fan snapped shut, its pointed edge aimed directly at the monkey's small head.
Bang!
The impact shattered the monkey's frozen skull, killing it instantly. Shards of ice and fragments of bone scattered through the air as Qian Xiaoli landed gracefully, her cold eyes fixed on her now-defeated foe.
While Qian Xiaoli handled the second monkey, Huang Xue wasn't idle. She focused on the first fiery monkey, which was still very much capable of fighting despite its injuries.
As the monkey charged toward her, Huang Xue responded slamming her foot into the ground, her body surging with wood spiritual qi.
Before the monkey could close half the distance, thick roots burst from the ground, glowing with her qi. They wrapped tightly around the monkey, halting its movements.
The enraged beast ignited itself in flames, attempting to burn through the roots. Although the fire slowly weakened them, it wasn't nearly fast enough to free the monkey before Huang Xue acted.
With the beast trapped, Huang Xue dashed forward.
Slash!
Her sword cut cleanly through the monkey's neck, separating its head from its body in one smooth motion. The lifeless head hit the ground with a dull thud, its fire extinguished for good.
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"This…" Seeing Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli defeat the fiery monkeys so quickly and effortlessly, the groups watching immediately abandoned any thoughts of stealing the indigo orb.
"Let's head back. There's no way we can take the orb now. We're better off finding Senior Brother Hou, he's probably the only one here who can handle them," said a man from the Heavenly Sword Sect, standing with three others as they observed the scene.
The others nodded in agreement and quietly retreated.
The situation was no different for the Blue Dragon Sect. "Senior Brother… Should we still attack?" Asked a woman, her voice hesitant.
Her senior brother shot her a sharp look, as though she'd just said something ridiculous.
"Attack? Are you out of your mind? I can't beat either of those two! Two low tier 3 demon beasts didn't last half a minute against them, what chance do we have? Retreat, now!"
Just as they were about to leave, a voice rang out, stopping them in their tracks.
"Oh? Leaving so soon, my dear friends from the Blue Dragon Sect?"
The voice drew their attention, and they turned to see Feng Fan standing there, a broad grin spread across his face.
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"Who?!" The senior brother shouted, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto Feng Fan. "Feng Fan!"
His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the most infamous participant in the Young Generation competition.
When it came to strength, there was no debate—Hou Mengyao from the Heavenly Sword Sect held the title of the strongest. But when it came to being the most hated, the one people wanted dead the most, there was no one who matched the man standing before him—Feng Fan.
The senior brother's initial shock quickly twisted into a grin. "Oh? You've shown yourself to us alone? You must have a death wish."
The five members of the Blue Dragon Sect immediately summoned their weapons. "The Sect Master will be thrilled when he hears of your death. Who knows? He might even reward us," the senior brother sneered.
Sizing up Feng Fan, the senior brother noted that he was only at the 9th Foundation Establishment realm. Confidence surged through him—after all, he was a genuine 1st Golden Core Formation cultivator.
On top of that, he had four more Foundation Establishment cultivators by his side. Surely, this would be an easy victory.
What he didn't realize was that Feng Fan was thinking the exact same thing.
'Only five people with such weak foundations, and they think they can take me down? Keep dreaming,' Feng Fan thought, his grin widening.
Feng Fan made the first move, dashing straight toward the strongest of the group. His fist crackled with intense spiritual qi, radiating power as he closed the distance.
The senior brother smirked at the sight of Feng Fan charging at him. 'What a fool!' he thought, his confidence surging.
"Tsunami's Fury!" The senior brother roared.
Behind him, a massive wave materialized, surging forward with unstoppable force. He lunged to meet Feng Fan, his sword tip glowing with a dense concentration of spiritual qi, ready to clash head-on.
The other disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect didn't just stand by. They quickly moved to flank Feng Fan, confident their senior brother would finish him off with a single strike.
In their minds, the only real concern was preventing Feng Fan from escaping. If he managed to call for help from the blue-haired demon ahead, their chances would vanish in an instant.
They knew that if she joined the fight, they'd be completely outmatched!
Contrary to their expectations, reality unfolded in a very different manner. Feng Fan's spiritual qi clashed with the senior brother's, and in an instant, the wave behind the senior brother shattered.
He was sent flying several meters back, slamming into a tree with a loud crack.
The force of the impact snapped the tree in half, and both the senior brother and the broken trunk hit the ground with a thud.
The remaining members of the Blue Dragon Sect froze in place, their advance abruptly halted. Their jaws dropped, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
A 9th Foundation Establishment cultivator had just defeated a 1st Golden Core Formation cultivator with a single punch!
And it wasn't even through the use of a martial technique—just raw spiritual qi and overwhelming physical strength.
"What kind of monster is this?" One of them muttered under his breath.
A brief moment of hesitation passed before someone shouted, "Retreat!"
Their resolve shattered, and any will to fight evaporated in an instant. Panic set in as they turned tail and fled.
They didn't even bother to help their senior brother, who was sprawled helplessly on the ground. Watching this, Feng Fan shook his head in disbelief.
"If I'd known the Blue Dragon Sect was full of cowards, I would've pretended to be weak. At least then, I could've taken out half of them before they decided to run."
Some spectators, including the sect master of the Blue Dragon Sect, heard Feng Fan's mocking remark. The sect master's face flushed red with a mix of shame and fury.
'Brat, I'll kill you!' He fumed internally.
Feng Fan sprang into action, his hands pressed together, with his middle and index fingers pointing toward his fleeing enemies. Behind him, a massive serpent materialized, its sharp fangs aimed at the retreating Blue Dragon Sect disciples.
Snake Entering the Cave!
Feng Fan's speed instantly doubled, his movements as swift and precise as the serpent itself. When the snake strikes, escape is impossible.
Screams of pain and terror erupted, echoing through the area and immediately grabbing Qian Xiaoli's and Huang Xue's attention.
"What's happening?" Huang Xue asked, her eyebrows knitting together as the cries of agony reached her ears.
Qian Xiaoli, already suspecting the culprit, chuckled softly. "Fan'er must be having some fun. Let's go."
The two moved quickly toward the source of the commotion, only to stumble upon a scene straight out of a nightmare. Four disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies limp and defeated.
Their asses greeted the sun without any protection. They would get an ass sunburn!
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Feng Fan noticed Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue approaching but paid them no mind. He had more pressing matters to handle.
'Qi stones!' The thought lit up his eyes as he focused on the space rings of the defeated Blue Dragon Sect disciples.
Without wasting another moment, he darted into action, snatching as much loot as he could before the disciples were teleported out of the pocket dimension. Unfortunately, he only managed to claim about half, and to his disappointment, these disciples weren't particularly wealthy compared to him.
'Still, even a mosquito bite is better than nothing,' Feng Fan mused.
As the disciples vanished, their orb dropped to the ground. Feng Fan casually picked it up, only to find Qian Xiaoli already reaching for it as well. She shamelessly took half without even asking.
Huang Xue's eyebrow twitched at the sight. It was clear that Qian Xiaoli was helping herself to the spoils of a fight she hadn't even been part of, but Huang Xue chose to remain silent, though her irritation was evident.
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Qian Xiaoli noticed Huang Xue's irritated expression and smirked smugly. "What's wrong? Jealous that Fan'er is giving me the orbs and not you? Don't be like that," she said, her tone dripping with mockery.
"Here, you can have this one."
With a provocative flick, Qian Xiaoli tossed a red orb onto the ground at Huang Xue's feet, a trophy from Feng Fan's spoils. "Take it. I'm feeling generous."
Huang Xue narrowed her eyes, locking her gaze on Qian Xiaoli for a moment, her expression cold.
Feng Fan, observing the interaction, felt a wave of confusion wash over him. 'Wasn't Xiao'er supposed to be a composed and elegant woman? Why is she suddenly acting like some petty villain toward Huang Xue?'
He sighed to himself, shaking his head in disappointment. 'I don't get it. Why is a gentleman like me constantly surrounded by troublesome women?'
What Feng Fan didn't realize was that Qian Xiaoli had already noticed Huang Xue's feelings for him. While she had agreed to share him with Xue Qiang, that didn't mean she was willing to let a fourth person join the mix.
"Feng Fan," Huang Xue said, looking at him and ignoring Qian Xiaoli's remarks. "We've reached the indigo area, but should we start heading toward the white orb now? It shouldn't be too far from here."
Feng Fan shook his head at her suggestion. "No, we'll hold off on moving toward the center for now. When there are six days left in the competition, we'll make our way to the white orb and wait for the others. Did you manage to grab the indigo orb?"
Huang Xue nodded. "It's in my wristband."
"Good," Feng Fan replied with a smirk. "Let's stick around this area and collect as many orbs as we can. Then, we'll use the indigo orb to lure in some fish."
An evil grin spread across his face, making Huang Xue blink in confusion. "Catch fish? What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Feng Fan said with a chuckle. "Indigo orbs are the best bait in this place. We'll leave it somewhere visible, and before long, all the fish will come swarming toward it."
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As Feng Fan and the others continued gathering orbs, Xue Qiang was busy as well. She had already reached the indigo area, just like them.
"Hellfire Thrust!"
Xue Qiang's spear, surrounded by flames, shot forward, piercing the head of a snake. But this wasn't just any snake—it was a low tier 3 demon beast!
After dealing with the creature, Xue Qiang quickly moved to the indigo orb it had been guarding and placed it into her wristband. Just as she was about to head in another direction, a voice called out to her.
"Oh, if it isn't a disciple from the White Crow Sect. What a beautiful lady!"
A man with a very ugly face grinned, his robe bearing the symbol of a lion with angelic wings. Two more men stood beside him, all wearing the same robes.
They were from the Winged-Lion Sect, another top sect from the Qian Empire.
"Lady, I've taken a liking to you. Hand over all your orbs, and I won't kill you. Once this is over, I'll take you to my place," the ugly man said, sounding like a third-rate villain.
The three men knew that Xue Qiang was a 2nd Golden Core Formation cultivator, but they weren't intimidated. The ugly man was also a Golden Core Formation cultivator, though at the 1st stage.
Their confidence came from the fact that the Winged-Lion Sect had superior cultivation techniques compared to the White Crow Sect. They also believed Xue Qiang must be tired from fighting the demon beast.
Of course, they had just arrived and hadn't witnessed the battle. If they had, they wouldn't have dared to show their ugly faces.
"Senior Brother, how could you keep such a beautiful girl all to yourself? Aren't you going to share her with us?" Another man said. He was slightly more handsome than the first and a 9th Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The ugly senior brother chuckled loudly. "Sorry, brothers, but a beautiful lady like her is meant to be enjoyed by me alone!"
Xue Qiang's patience wore thin as she listened to their crude remarks. Furious, she decided she had enough and hurled her spear at the ugly man.
"Phoenix Descent!" A massive phoenix materialized behind her as flames engulfed her spear, propelling it toward the man with deadly force.
Realizing the strength of the attack, the ugly man's face changed. He quickly summoned a warhammer from his space ring and prepared to strike back.
"Lion Divine Strike!" He roared, summoning a brilliant lion that appeared behind him, just as he swung his hammer to intercept Xue Qiang's spear.
The spear and warhammer collided with a deafening crash, forcing the two men beside the ugly senior brother to jump aside.
But it wasn't just them—the ugly man himself couldn't handle the blow!
He was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground like a ragdoll.
The other two men watched in shock as their senior brother lay unconscious, and their gaze turned to Xue Qiang with a mixture of fear and disbelief.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC152 Monkey King Sect vs White Crow Sect
"Senior Brother Tan, what should we do?" A disciple from the Blue Dragon Sect asked, his voice shaky.
His robes were in tatters, covered in cuts and dirt. But he wasn't the only one in this sorry state.
Tan Wei scanned their surroundings. About twenty disciples from the White Crow Sect, including Cao Zhu and Gong Long, were looking at him.
Like the man who spoke with him, most of the White Crow Sect disciples had torn clothes, but thanks to Tan Wei, they bore no visible injuries. He had been using pills to heal their wounds and restore their spiritual qi, but there was nothing he could do about their growing exhaustion.
It had been four days since the competition started, and they had been hunted relentlessly. Every other sect seemed to be injected with chicken blood the moment they saw them, even teaming up just to take them down.
Tan Wei frowned, his expression tense as he thought deeply.
'The only reason we're still standing is because the strongest cultivators have moved toward the center. If we stay here, we might be able to hold out until the competition ends. But if we're forced toward the center of this pocket dimension… it'll be over. We can't compete against the most powerful.'
'The plan was to head toward the center and control the white orb by the end of the competition, but that's no longer possible… What should I do?' Tan Wei's thoughts spun as he weighed their dwindling options, his face marked with worry.
As his mind raced, a firm hand rested on his left shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Brother Tan, let's retreat closer to the wall. We can rest and figure out our next move," Gong Long suggested calmly.
Tan Wei exhaled deeply and gave a reluctant nod. Gong Long was right—finding a safer location was their best option now. There was no point in chasing after orbs anymore, for two clear reasons:
The orbs in this area offered too few points, and their constant pursuit by other sects made gathering them nearly impossible.
"Let's move back toward the edge of the pocket dimension," Tan Wei ordered, addressing all the disciples from the White Crow Sect. "I doubt we'll run into many people there."
As the group prepared to retreat, a thunderous voice cut through the air, drawing their attention.
"Haha! If it isn't the White Crow Sect! I'm surprised so many of you weaklings are still standing. Why don't I do everyone a favor and take out the trash?"
The speaker, a man clad in robes emblazoned with the image of a monkey holding a polearm, stepped forward, smirking confidently. Behind him stood fourteen more cultivators, all wearing the same robes.
They were from the Monkey King Sect! Like the White Crow Sect, they were a medium-sized sect, but their strength was on a completely different level.
While the White Crow Sect had been in decline for decades, the Monkey King Sect had risen to prominence.
Despite their enemies only having half their numbers, the faces of the White Crow Sect disciples grew grim. They understood the real danger: every cultivator in the Monkey King Sect group was one or two small stages above them in cultivation.
Tan Wei's expression grew firm, masking any trace of fear or hesitation. He knew that both he and Gong Long were the pillars holding the group together.
If he faltered now, half the battle would already be lost.
"Brothers! Sisters!" Tan Wei's voice rang out with authority, cutting through the tension. "If they want a fight, then let's give them one!"
With a determined look, he summoned his cauldron—the same old, rusted cauldron that had been his loyal companion since the start of his alchemy journey.
Hearing his words, the White Crow Sect disciples felt their spirits lift. But their enemies, the Monkey King Sect cultivators, only laughed mockingly.
"What good is your determination when you're all so weak?" the leader sneered, gripping his wooden polearm tightly in preparation.
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Tan Wei didn't wait for his opponents to strike first. If the fight was unavoidable, then taking the initiative was his only choice!
Flames erupted from his cauldron as it soared into the sky. With a wave of his hands, fiery, illusionary meteors appeared around him.
"Go!" he shouted, sending the blazing cauldron toward his opponents.
The leader of the Monkey King Sect watched as the massive cauldron soared toward them, his expression darkening. He hadn't expected someone from the supposedly weak White Crow Sect to display such powerful combat skills.
The spiritual qi and intense heat radiating from the cauldron were so overwhelming that the air around it rippled and distorted.
"King Strike!" the leader roared. Behind him, an illusionary figure of Su Wukong materialized, exuding an aura of dominance. The figure leaped forward, its polearm aimed directly at the incoming cauldron.
As the leaders clashed, the rest of the disciples sprang into action. Both sides erupted in a chaotic storm of battle cries and dazzling skills. The sky and ground alike were engulfed by the swirling spiritual qi and fiery exchanges of power as the two sects collided.
After enduring Tan Wei's first attack, the leader no longer dared to underestimate him. Burn marks scorched both his arms from the initial collision, but he refused to retreat.
Determined to end the fight quickly, he closed the distance between himself and Tan Wei. In his mind, Tan Wei's strength lay in long-range attacks with his cauldron—there was no way he could hold his own in close combat!
"Monkey Dance!" the leader shouted. Two identical figures materialized beside him, moving in sync as they darted toward Tan Wei.
Tan Wei quickly formed three hand seals in rapid succession. His cauldron grew five times its size, flames erupting from its surface before it shot toward the leader of the Monkey King Sect like a blazing comet.
Boom!
The impact created a massive crater, and the two illusionary figures were obliterated in the explosion.
"Gotcha!" The leader shouted triumphantly.
He was now right beside Tan Wei. Despite his body being scorched and covered in burn marks, he had managed to close the distance in the chaos!
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Tan Wei didn't bother recalling his cauldron, he knew it wouldn't return in time to defend him. Instead, his right fist ignited with dark, black flames as he thrust it forward.
"Hellfire Black Punch!"
The leader's polearm collided with Tan Wei's flaming fist, sending a wave of spiritual qi through the air. The force of the clash pushed Tan Wei three steps back, but the leader of the Monkey King Sect fared far worse.
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Black flames erupted from the point of impact, engulfing the leader entirely.
"AAAAH!"
He screamed as he was hurled several meters away, crashing to the ground. The dark flames clung to his body, burning him relentlessly.
Panicked, he tried to smother the flames with his spiritual qi, but it only made things worse. The more he tried to suppress the fire, the stronger it burned, as if feeding on his energy.
Before the black flames could consume him completely, a radiant light enveloped his body, teleporting him away from the battlefield.
The agonized scream of the Monkey King Sect leader drew everyone's attention. No one missed the sight of his defeat.
The disciples of the White Crow Sect erupted in cheers, their attacks growing fiercer as their morale soared. The tables had turned, and they could feel victory within reach.
On the other hand, the confidence of the Monkey King Sect disciples crumbled. Panic set in, and soon they chose to retreat.
They turned and fled like frightened rabbits trying to escape a lion. Unfortunately for them, the lion wasn't about to let its prey get away so easily.
Rumble!
Two lightning bolts struck down from the heavens, hitting two Monkey King Sect disciples squarely. Just like their leader, they were engulfed in light and teleported away from the competition grounds.
Cao Zhu's pet, the lightning wolf, let out a triumphant roar, clearly pleased with its accomplishment.
"Good boy!" Cao Zhu praised, sitting atop the wolf and affectionately petting its head.
He quickly dismounted, collected the orbs the fallen disciples had dropped, and placed them on his wristband.
Having defeated half of the Monkey King Sect disciples while losing only two of their own, despite the cultivation gap, the White Crow Sect disciples erupted in cheers.
The thrill of victory seemed to wash away their exhaustion, replaced by a surge of adrenaline and renewed determination.
Tan Wei watched them with a small smile but remained cautious. He knew they couldn't linger here for long. The longer they stayed, the greater the risk of another sect arriving and attacking them while they were still vulnerable.
"Let's keep moving," Tan Wei called out, his voice firm but calm. "If you're injured or low on spiritual qi, come to me first so I can distribute pills."
The disciples quickly obeyed. They understood the urgency of the situation. Within moments, those in need of recovery had received their pills, and the group was back on the move, heading toward the edge of the pocket dimension.
The group soon arrived near the wall marking the outermost edge of the pocket dimension and settled down to rest and cultivate.
Tan Wei pulled Gong Long aside to a secluded spot for a private discussion. "Brother Gong," he began, his tone serious, "I believe we need to move toward the center as soon as possible. If we wait any longer, we might be too late."
Gong Long nodded, his expression serious. "I agree, but you know as well as I do, if we move with the entire group, given our overall strength, we won't stand a chance of making it there, let alone in time."
Tan Wei's gaze hardened. "I know. That's why I wanted to talk to you. Let's go with just the three of us—you, me, and Brother Cao. We're the strongest, and in a smaller group, I'm confident we'll be able to reach the center safely and in time."
Gong Long was quiet for a moment, considering the plan. Then he nodded. "You're right. Although we initially planned to move as a group, it's better this way. The others can stay here on the outskirts, fighting for the lower-tier orbs. Meanwhile, we can regroup with Feng Fan, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiango to focus on securing the white orb."
The two exchanged a determined look, their decision made. There was no time to waste.
After finalizing their plan, Tan Wei and Gong Long approached Cao Zhu to discuss it with him. True to his straightforward nature, Cao Zhu agreed without hesitation.
"Just the three of us, the strongest, heading to the center? I'm in!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.
Cao Zhu wasn't particularly invested in the strategy itself; what thrilled him most was being acknowledged as one of the strongest in the group. As long as he had a chance to prove his worth, he was more than satisfied.
Seeing Cao Zhu grinning like a happy child who had just been given candy, even in their serious situation, Tan Wei couldn't help but smile warmly.
"Since we're all in agreement, I'll inform the others. Then we'll set off," Tan Wei said, solidifying their plan of action.
"Everyone, I have an announcement," Tan Wei began, addressing all the White Crow Sect disciples.
"We've decided to split into two teams. Cao Zhu, Gong Long, and I will move toward the white orb, while the rest of you stay here and focus on collecting lower-tier orbs. If we all stay together, we risk failing to achieve our objectives."
Tan Wei had expected some resistance, but to his surprise, the others nodded in agreement.
"Brother Tan," one of the disciples said, stepping forward, "we've known we were holding you back. We also think this is the best course of action."
Another disciple chimed in with a confident grin. "Brother Tan, go and bring us victory! And make sure to tell that bastard Feng Fan how hard we fought these past four days! Don't worry about us, we'll keep fighting until the end of the two weeks!"
Their determination filled Tan Wei with pride and relief. After exchanging farewells, he, Cao Zhu, and Gong Long began their journey toward the center of the pocket dimension.
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"Aaahhn," a man yawned as he sat lazily on the ground. Just a few meters away, twenty carcasses of demon beasts lay scattered. Each one was from a mid tier 3 demon beast, there was even a high tier 3 one among them! Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire
The sight of their remains told the story: they had been dispatched with terrifying ease. A single strike was all it took to chop their bodies in half, ending their lives instantly.
"It's already been five days since I got here. Is no one coming for this white orb? So boring…" Hou Mengyao muttered, stretching his arms as if he had just woken from a nap.
Behind him loomed the coveted white orb, glowing faintly. It was worth a staggering 500 million points. Possessing this orb practically guaranteed victory in the Combat category of the Young Generation Competition.
The orb rested near the edge of a steep precipice. Far below, a roaring river churned violently.
'At least the other disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect should arrive soon… Finally, someone to witness my strength,' he thought with a smug smile before closing his eyes and resuming his cultivation.
—
Seven days into the Combat category of the Young Generation Competition, Feng Fan, Huang Xue, and Qian Xiaoli had accumulated the highest points by a significant margin.
Of course, this didn't include the white orb. Since ownership of the white orb wouldn't be finalized until the competition ended, its points weren't counted yet.
Now, the trio stood near a towering tree, their attention fixed on two glowing orbs, an indigo and a violet, lying side by side.
Unlike the previous violet and indigo orbs, which were always guarded by at least a low tier 3 demon beast, or sometimes even a mid tier 3 one, these orbs had no protectors.
Because these orbs were the most valuable after the white orb and were completely unguarded, many groups had gathered to claim them.
Around fifty participants were now encircling the violet and indigo orbs, each group eyeing them with a mix of caution and greed.
Although there were no demon beasts nearby, everyone knew the orbs were being watched by countless eyes. Claiming them without conflict seemed almost impossible.
"I wonder who'll be the idiot to make the first move," a man from the Blue Dragon Sect muttered.
He didn't have to wait long for an answer. A few minutes later, a figure dashed toward the orbs.
The man was wearing a mask—or, more accurately, two pairs of underwear strapped to his face in an attempt to hide his identity.
"Since no one has the guts to grab it, I'll take it!" The masked man declared boldly. His voice echoed aloud to everyone around to hear him clear enough.
This was none other than Feng Fan. He wasn't wearing the usual White Crow Sect robes but instead a plain white outfit.
'Couldn't they have given me their panties instead?' Feng Fan thought bitterly. 'At least then I'd look like a pervert instead of a total idiot…'
After grabbing the orbs, Feng Fan strolled away at a leisurely pace, deliberately inviting the other participants to take the bait.
Three groups broke formation and sprinted toward him, their weapons raised threateningly.
"Idiot! Those orbs are ours!" One of them yelled.
"Help me!" Feng Fan shouted, pretending to panic. He tossed the orbs high into the air and bolted in the opposite direction.
The pursuing groups sneered at his apparent cowardice, dismissing him with disdain. But as the orbs hovered in the air, greed overtook caution.
All the groups, including the ones who didn't make a move after seeing Feng Fan taking them, lunged at the orbs, each unwilling to let another gain the advantage.
Chaos erupted as the participants clashed. Weapons collided, and skills lit up the area like fireworks. Every time someone managed to grab an orb, they were swiftly ambushed and forced to drop it—or worse, ejected from the pocket dimension entirely, leaving their hard-earned orbs behind.
Feng Fan watched from a distance, grinning at the spectacle. When he judged the timing to be perfect, he activated his peak tier 3 illusion array.
In an instant, the battlefield fell eerily silent. The combatants froze mid-action, their weapons lowering as vacant stares replaced their once-intense expressions. They stood motionless, like puppets awaiting their master's command.
Seeing the frozen participants, Feng Fan grinned triumphantly. He quickly moved, looting the contents of their space rings along with their orbs.
Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli joined in but limited themselves to taking only the orbs, leaving the rest of the space ring contents untouched.
Feng Fan glanced at them and shook his head in disbelief. 'These girls are too soft. How do they expect to strike it big with all these unnecessary morals?' He thought, suppressing a smirk.
Once the looting was complete, Feng Fan didn't deactivate the illusion array. Instead, he took his time delivering punches and kicks to the immobilized participants, ensuring they were ejected from the pocket dimension by the Dao Seeking School's protective mechanisms.
His actions were efficient and ruthless, leaving no room for retaliation.
After dealing with all the prey, Feng Fan turned to Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue with a smug grin. "Didn't I tell you this was the best plan? Let others gather the orbs for us, and we just take them!"
Neither responded immediately. Huang Xue's expression was icy, but a faint blush betrayed her emotions.
Qian Xiaoli, however, was far less subtle. She scrunched her nose in disgust and snapped. "Can you take those underwear off your face when you're talking to me? It's gross!"
Feng Fan coughed awkwardly and quickly stuffed his makeshift mask into his space ring.
"That was necessary to hide my identity! Who knows if they'd suspect it was a trap if they recognized me from the Array category…"
Qian Xiaoli crossed her arms, still looking visibly annoyed. "Seriously? You didn't have a better mask?"
"Uh… I didn't," he admitted sheepishly, then muttered under his breath, "Why don't you two just give me your panties next time…"
The second the words left his mouth, regret washed over him.
Slap! Slap!
Two hands struck his face simultaneously.
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Outside the pocket dimension, in the main plaza, the elders of the White Crow Sect struggled to maintain their composure.
The one feeling it the worst was Elder Jiang, whose face twitched every time he caught the mocking laughs and murmurs around him.
'Damn it, Feng Fan! Setting traps, stealing orbs, even looting their space rings… That's all fine! But what's with the underwear? And why does everything that comes out of his mouth sound so… ridiculous? I don't even have the words!' Elder Jiang thought, his frustration mounting.
Beside him, Sect Master Yin Jian noticed his expression, a mix of shame and anger, and let out a hearty chuckle.
Elder Jiang turned to him, baffled. "What's so funny, Sect Master?"
"It's just been a long time since I've seen you lose your composure like this. It seems Feng Fan really is special. He has a knack for pushing your buttons every single day! Hahaha!" Yin Jian replied, his laughter spilling out, unrestrained.
Elder Jiang rolled his eyes, doing his best to ignore the Sect Master's amusement.
—
Feng Fan glanced at both Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue, each of his cheeks sporting a red slap mark. "Was it really necessary to slap me that hard...?"
Qian Xiaoli crossed her arms and shot him a sharp look. "If you're still talking, I guess I didn't slap hard enough. Next time, I'll do better."
Huang Xue nodded in agreement, her brows furrowed in disapproval.
Feng Fan clicked his tongue in frustration. "You two were competing so fiercely earlier. What's with the sudden teamwork?"
Qian Xiaoli ignored his question and pressed on. "We've collected a lot of orbs. Let's stick to your plan, but next time, use a robe as a mask, not underwear!"
Feng Fan sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Alright, fine. Let's go. We'll keep going with this for one more day, then we head toward the white orb. We haven't run into anyone from the White Crow Sect except Huang Xue. Also, Xiao'er, don't you want to search for people from your family?"
Qian Xiaoli shook her head. "No way, I'd rather stick with you guys. Let them collect their points somewhere else."
Feng Fan rubbed his chin, feigning curiosity. "Ah, so you really don't like them. What if we run into them?"
Qian Xiaoli smiled coldly. "Do whatever you want. As long as they don't bother me, I'm not concerned."
Feng Fan grinned. "Ah, what a cold-hearted princess... I never would've imagined…" He trailed off, putting on a dramatic expression.
Before he could finish, Qian Xiaoli cut him off. "Want another slap, Fan'er?" she asked sweetly.
Feng Fan immediately decided to stay quiet. He knew the next one would be even worse than the last.
He quickly changed the subject. "Alright, let's head somewhere else. We should still be able to catch more fish."
With that, the three of them picked a random direction and moved on.
—
Time passed, and the competition grew fiercer, with only five days left before the two-week period ended.
Gong Long, Tan Wei, and Cao Zhu had managed to get within a few hundred meters of the white orb. They could already see it from a distance.
Standing guard by the orb was Hou Mengyao, his aura unrestrained, clearly displaying his cultivation at the 7th level of the Golden Core Formation realm.
Beside him stood around twenty disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect, their cultivation levels ranging from the 8th level of the Foundation Establishment realm to the 1st level of the Golden Core Formation realm.
Cao Zhu gulped. "Are we really going to compete with them? This Hou Mengyao... he's a monster."
Looking at their strong lineup, Cao Zhu's initial excitement faded. Where he had once been eager to join the fight, now he felt it was nothing short of suicide.
Tan Wei sighed, knowing that winning the battle would be nearly impossible. "Let's look for the others; they should be around here somewhere."
Gong Long nodded. According to their plan, Huang Xue, Feng Fan, and Xue Qiang were collecting orbs near the center and would join them when there were five days left in the competition.
"They should be looking for us. Let's wait here," said Gong Long.
Cao Zhu and Tan Wei nodded in agreement. It wasn't long before a familiar voice echoed behind them.
"Hey, guys! Where are the others?"
The three turned around to see Feng Fan with his arms crossed. Beside him stood Huang Xue, Qian Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang.
"Brother Feng!" Tan Wei greeted, his face lighting up slightly, though soon after, a feeling of shame washed over him.
"I'm sorry, Brother Feng, we…" He hesitated, unsure how to explain why they were alone.
Feng Fan read his mind and quickly understood. Placing a hand on Tan Wei's shoulder, he smiled.
"It's okay, Brother Tan. Thanks for making it here. Let's take down those bastards from the Heavenly Sword Sect. Shall we?"
Tan Wei smiled with determination and nodded. "Yes!"
"Brother Feng, who is she? Isn't she from the Qian Family?" Gong Long asked, eyeing Qian Xiaoli with suspicion.
Feng Fan waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, she's with us. This is Qian Xiaoli. She'll help us get the white orb and secure first place. In return, we'll give her our orbs and make sure she has enough to take second."
Gong Long still found the deal a bit off, but he nodded. He trusted Feng Fan and didn't think he'd be easily tricked. Plus, Huang Xue and Xue Qiang seemed to agree with this deal.
"But…" A different voice interrupted the conversation. "Brother Feng, even with her, they're too strong. How are we supposed to deal with them? Not to mention the others, Hou Mengyao alone is an insurmountable challenge," Cao Zhu said, his confidence wavering.
Feng Fan rubbed his chin, his eyes scanning the area where the white orb was located. Slowly, a plan began to form in his mind.
He grinned, then turned to the others.
"Alright, I've got a plan that might just work. Here's what we'll do…"
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"Senior Brother," said a young woman from the Heavenly Sword Sect, her voice soft but confident as she addressed a disciple beside her. "It seems no one is coming. They must be afraid of Senior Brother Hou and know they can't beat him."
Her gaze shifted to Hou Mengyao, who heard her words and responded with a proud tilt of his chin, flashing his perfect white teeth in a smug smile.
The disciple she spoke to nodded in agreement. "Of course. Who in the Young Generation could stand against Senior Brother Hou? This competition is as good as ours!"
As the disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect conversed, a heavy fog began to rise from the forest, creeping upward.
At first, the fog hugged the forest floor, creating an eerie atmosphere. But then, without warning, a strong wind surged, driving the dense mist toward the cliff where they stood at an unnatural speed.
"What's going on? What is this fog?" One of the disciples asked, his voice tinged with unease.
The mist thickened quickly, shrouding everything in a white veil. Within moments, their vision was completely obscured. They couldn't see more than a few centimeters ahead.
Even more unsettling, as soon as the fog engulfed the cliff, the wind abruptly stopped, leaving an unnatural stillness.
"This fog isn't natural," Hou Mengyao declared, his voice sharp with disdain. "It seems someone's finally bold enough to make a move against me."
Inside his mind, he commanded, 'System, activate infrared vision.'
The infrared vision was a reward Hou Mengyao had earned from completing a past mission from the system, and it was perfect for situations like this.
'Do they really think they can beat me with such childish tricks? Pathetic.'
With his infrared vision activated, Hou Mengyao could clearly see eight figures moving through the fog. Seven of them were human, and the last was a large wolf.
Six of the humans wore strange glasses, likely some sort of artifact to counter the fog.
Hou Mengyao smirked at the sight. 'Oh, so they came prepared. Some kind of artifact to see through the mist, I assume. Clever, but not clever enough.'
Those cheap artifacts had been purchased by Tan Wei and Feng Fan. After the incident in Cloudveil City, they made it a habit to always keep a few stored in their space rings, ready for use whenever the need arose.
A blazing cauldron shot toward the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, accompanied by two crackling lightning bolts that illuminated the dense fog.
"Enemy attack! Be careful!" shouted one of the disciples in alarm.
The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples scrambled to respond, but the suddenness of the assault and their impaired vision left them completely unprepared.
They couldn't even pinpoint where the attacks were coming from!
The fiery cauldron and lightning bolts struck their targets with devastating precision. Five disciples were hit directly, rendering them unable to continue the fight.
While chaos broke out among the weaker disciples, Gong Long, Cao Zhu, and Tan Wei seized the opportunity, pressing their advantage to keep the remaining weaker disciples busy.
Meanwhile, Huang Xue, Qian Xiaoli, Feng Fan, and Xue Qiang ignored the weaker fighters entirely, their focus locked on the strongest threat—Hou Mengyao. Weapons raised and determination in their eyes, they charged straight at him.
Heavenly Dragon Thrust!
Freezing Moon!
Phoenix Descent!
Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!
All of them didn't hold back, they directly threw their strongest attack toward Hou Mengyao.
Hou Mengyao sneered, his expression filled with disdain. "Petty tricks!"
A surge of sword qi erupted from his body, enveloping him in a menacing aura. With a single, fluid motion, he unsheathed his sword. In one horizontal slash, a massive wave of sword energy tore through the air, cutting a path straight toward his enemies.
Huang Xue's dragon, Xue Qiang's phoenix, Qian Xiaoli's moon, and Feng Fan's… hairy leg—every single one of their attacks was shattered by Hou Mengyao's overwhelming slash!
Shallow cuts appeared on their bodies and tore through their clothes as they were sent flying by the impact. Among them, Feng Fan, who was closer to Hou Mengyao, took the brunt of the blow.
But thanks to his strong physique, he managed to recover faster than expected.
Clenching his teeth, he circulated his cultivation technique, quickly stopping the bleeding from his wounds.
"This... How could he see us?" Feng Fan muttered, disbelief clear in his voice.
His plan had fallen apart, and worse, Hou Mengyao's strength far exceeded his expectations.
'Even if this guy is at the 7th Golden Core Formation realm, his cultivation technique shouldn't be this powerful. How is he overwhelming us so easily?' Feng Fan thought, his mind racing for answers.
Unknowingly, Feng Fan's assumption was correct.
Hou Mengyao's cultivation technique was only a Top Heavenly-level technique. On its own, that wouldn't have been enough to give him such an advantage. In fact, either Huang Xue or Xue Qiang could have taken him on solo under normal circumstances.
The real problem, however, was Hou Mengyao's sword intent.
Thanks to the system within him, Hou Mengyao had elevated his sword intent to an absolutely terrifying level. This gave him a cutting edge that none of them could match.
Worse still, none of Feng Fan's group had cultivated weapon intent. Even Qian Xiaoli, who had been cultivating for the longest time, had yet to achieve it.
This put them at an overwhelming disadvantage.
Hou Mengyao stood tall, gazing at the battered group with a condescending smirk. "You have eyes, but you failed to recognize Mount Tai!" He declared, his tone dripping with arrogance.
Hearing those words, Feng Fan's jaw dropped, and his eyebrows shot up in disbelief. 'What kind of over-the-top, cheesy villain line was that?' He thought, equal parts surprised and annoyed.
Hou Mengyao observed their expressions with a smug smile, expecting to see fear and awe reflected in their eyes. But when his gaze landed on Feng Fan—still calmly circulating his cultivation technique to heal his wounds—a sudden message flared in his mind.
[Warning! Warning! Anomaly detected. Suppression Energy detected. Emergency mission issued!]
[New Mission Issued: 'Kill the anomaly']
[Mission Rank: SSS]
[Objective: Kill the anomaly, don't let his soul escape. Obliterate him from the universe]
[Rewards: Upgrade sword intent by 10 levels; advance cultivation by 1 big realm; Supreme-grade cultivation technique: Sword God Arts]
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Feng Fan, who had been observing Hou Mengyao, instinctively read his thoughts. When he overheard the system mentioning a mission to kill the anomaly, which he quickly realized was referring to him, his heart nearly stopped.
"What?! This guy has a system, and it wants to kill me?!" He thought, his face twisting in shock and panic. 'As if our situation wasn't already bad enough!'
Hou Mengyao's face lit up with pure delight. 'This—this kind of reward... If I can claim it, I, Hou Mengyao, will be invincible under the heavens!"
He didn't fully understand what a Supreme-grade cultivation technique was, but he knew it had to be something beyond extraordinary.
Since the next level after Heavenly grade was Immortal grade, he was certain this technique would surpass even that. The thought alone filled him with boundless excitement.
Hou Mengyao didn't care who the target was. Whether it was a fellow disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect or an enemy from another sect, he would carry out the mission without hesitation.
He locked his gaze on Feng Fan, his eyes like a lion's staring at its prey. The intensity of his stare sent a chill down Feng Fan's spine.
'I'm doomed!' Feng Fan thought, panic rising in his chest.
Hou Mengyao swung his sword again, and an ethereal figure appeared behind him, an immortal with a cold, emotionless expression, holding a sword of its own. In perfect sync, the immortal mirrored Hou Mengyao's movements.
"Cutting Heaven and Earth!" Hou Mengyao shouted.
A devastating strike, infused with sword intent and spiritual qi, shot toward Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's heart raced as the blow approached. His expression hardened, and he quickly channeled spiritual qi into his arms, positioning them in front of him to block the incoming attack.
"Fanfan!"
Xue Qiang, the closest to him, saw the deadly strike aimed at him and acted without hesitation. With a jump, she placed herself in front of Feng Fan, her spear raised to intercept the blow.
Feng Fan's heart warmed at her selfless act, but his worry only deepened.
"Qinqin, move!" He shouted urgently.
Xue Qiang didn't listen to him. Her grip on the spear tightened, her resolve unshakeable.
"Hellfire Thrust!" She shouted as flames erupted around her spear.
With all her might, she thrust forward, aiming to intercept the deadly sword strike. Her intent was clear, but she didn't have the strength to stop it.
Hou Mengyao's strike cut through her flames and spear, leaving deep gashes along her arms and sending her flying backward.
"Qinqin!" Feng Fan shouted in alarm, his heart sinking as he saw the deep cuts covering her body.
"Ha, what a pathetic attempt. Weaklings should just bow to me," Hou Mengyao said, a smug grin on his face.
"Hou Mengyao! I'll kill you!" Feng Fan shouted, his teeth gritted in fury.
Feng Fan pushed his cultivation technique to its limit, his fists clenched tightly as he charged toward Hou Mengyao, who hovered just above the air near the white orb.
The white orb remained completely unscathed despite the violent fighting taking place. Each time an attack approached it, a barrier of spiritual qi appeared, protecting it from harm.
"Fan'er!"
"Feng Fan!"
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Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue shouted in unison, their faces filled with concern. They were stronger than Feng Fan, but they knew they stood no chance against Hou Mengyao.
It was suicide to take him on like this.
Determined not to let Feng Fan face Hou Mengyao alone, they filled their weapons with spiritual qi and followed him, ready to stand by his side.
"Hmph, useless!" Hou Mengyao scoffed, channeling his sword intent as he swung his blade forward.
Before Feng Fan could close the gap, the overwhelming sword intent slammed into him like a freight train, leaving deeper gashes across his body and sending him flying backward once again.
Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli fared a little better. They managed to steady themselves and push forward toward Hou Mengyao.
"Heavenly Dragon Slash!"
"Moonlit Frost Flash!"
A mighty dragon materialized behind Huang Xue, while a glowing moon appeared behind Qian Xiaoli as they pressed on.
As their attacks came at him, Hou Mengyao simply smiled with confidence. "Let me deal with both of you and this annoying fog."
"Wind Slash!"
Hou Mengyao swung his sword, unleashing a fierce gust of wind around him. The powerful air blast not only sent Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue flying backward but also swept the fog away.
Unlike in Cloudveil City, where Feng Fan had trapped the fog inside a barrier array, there was no such thing here. Without anything to contain it, Hou Mengyao easily dispersed the fog with a strong enough air current.
Tan Wei, Gong Long, and Cao Zhu noticed the fog dissipating, and their expressions darkened. The only reason they had managed to hold on so far was because of the cover it provided.
Without it, they would stand no chance against the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
"Oh, so it's you. Feng Fan!" Hou Mengyao finally recognized the person the system wanted him to eliminate. He realized Feng Fan was the one his Sect Master had ordered him to kill.
"Who would have thought even the heavens want you dead? Looks like your death will be for the greater good! Hahaha!" Hou Mengyao laughed loudly.
"Fan'er, we have to retreat. We can't handle him," said Qian Xiaoli, her voice urgent.
Though she and Huang Xue were still capable of fighting, she knew it would be pointless against Hou Mengyao. Besides, Xue Qiang wasn't in good shape.
Feng Fan nodded. "Qian Xiaoli, take Xue Qiang and get out of here. Retreat!"
At his command, everyone began to fall back toward the forest, but would Hou Mengyao let them go so easily?
"Everyone but you can leave, Feng Fan!"
Hou Mengyao's gaze locked onto Feng Fan, his voice cold. He would never allow such a fat sheep to escape. Killing Feng Fan would be his ticket to soaring through the heavens!
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Feng Fan heard Hou Mengyao's words, and his expression darkened. He knew exactly why Hou Mengyao wasn't going to let him go so easily.
"I-I'm fine," Xue Qiang said, pushing herself off the ground and gently shoving Huang Xue, who was trying to support her, aside.
Blood trickled from the corner of Xue Qiang's mouth as she steadied herself, gripping her spear tightly. With determination burning in her eyes, she pointed it directly at Hou Mengyao.
She'd heard his threat loud and clear—if he wasn't planning to let Feng Fan go, their only option was to fight.
Feng Fan caught sight of her through the corner of his eye and frowned. "Qinqin, go help them escape. I'll handle him with Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue!"
"But—" Xue Qiang began to argue, but the sharp, determined look in Feng Fan's eyes stopped her.
"Trust me. Just this once, listen to me, okay?" He said firmly.
Xue Qiang hesitated for a moment, then sighed in resignation. She nodded and turned, dashing toward the other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who were blocking Tan Wei, Gong Long, and Cao Zhu from escaping.
Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli moved swiftly, positioning themselves on either side of Feng Fan as they faced Hou Mengyao. Their eyes burned with determination as they prepared for the inevitable clash.
Because of the fog earlier, Hou Mengyao hadn't realized that Qian Xiaoli had been one of the attackers. Normally, he wouldn't have cared. But seeing her now, standing in front of him, shielding another man, ignited a spark of fury and jealousy within him.
A vein pulsed visibly on Hou Mengyao's forehead as his rage built. "Xiao'er, are you choosing his side?!"
Qian Xiaoli didn't bother replying. She calmly circulated her cultivation technique, her actions speaking louder than any words could.
Her stance left no room for doubt—Hou Mengyao was her enemy.
Hou Mengyao's expression twisted with anger before he let out a heavy sigh. "So be it. In that case, you can die alongside him!"
He brandished his sword, and in an instant, an ethereal immortal materialized behind him. The figure mirrored his movements perfectly, raising its sword in unison with his.
"Cutting Heaven and Earth!" Hou Mengyao roared, unleashing a devastating attack.
Huang Xue focused intently on Hou Mengyao's every movement. The White Crow Sect wasn't specialized in sword cultivation, and she had been cultivating for just over a year.
Her understanding of cultivation techniques was still limited, but her exceptional talent allowed her to notice things others might miss.
One of those things was the way Hou Mengyao attacked. His strikes weren't just imbued with spiritual qi—they carried something else, something deeper.
Each time he swung his sword, it was as though she was drawing closer to grasping a profound truth that lay just beyond her reach.
"Girls, attack him! I'll handle this!" Feng Fan shouted, his voice firm, leaving no room for disagreement.
Without waiting for their response, he channeled spiritual qi throughout his body, surging forward like an unstoppable force. Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli instinctively tried to call him back, concern flashing across their faces, but there was no time to argue.
Seeing Feng Fan already charging ahead, they exchanged a glance. They couldn't let this chance slip away, nor could they leave him to face Hou Mengyao alone.
They followed his lead, positioning themselves right behind him, ready to strike.
Feng Fan thrust his palm forward, and a towering Buddha materialized behind him, mirroring his movements. As his palm advanced toward Hou Mengyao's incoming attack, the Buddha followed in perfect harmony.
Sealing Palm!
Hou Mengyao's sword slash cleaved through the air, colliding with Feng Fan's palm. The impact shattered the Buddha's image and sent a shockwave through Feng Fan's body.
Blood sprayed from his mouth as his hand was left with a gruesome wound, the gash so deep the bone was visible.
The force of the strike hurled him backward, leaving a diagonal slash etched across his chest and palm. Despite his severe injuries, Feng Fan's effort wasn't in vain—it created an opening for Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli to act.
Pushing aside their worry for Feng Fan, the two seized the opportunity.
Huang Xue made the first move. From a distance, she stomped hard on the ground, channeling waves of wood spiritual qi into the earth. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire
With a rumble, thick roots erupted from the ground beneath Hou Mengyao, snaking upward with alarming speed. They coiled around him, binding him tightly several meters off the ground.
"Now's our chance!" shouted Huang Xue, her voice sharp with urgency.
"Freezing Moon!"
A luminous, frost-covered moon emerged behind Qian Xiaoli, radiating an icy chill that seemed to freeze the very air around it.
With a graceful flick of her fan, she unleashed a powerful gust of wind imbued with bone-chilling cold, sending it hurtling toward Hou Mengyao.
"Heavenly Dragon Thrust!"
Behind Huang Xue, a majestic blue dragon materialized, its scales shimmering with spiritual energy.
As she surged forward, the dragon mirrored her movements, its presence fierce and imposing. Her blade, glowing brilliantly under the sunlight, gleamed with concentrated spiritual qi as she aimed directly at Hou Mengyao.
"Tsk, annoying pests!"
Hou Mengyao clicked his tongue, irritation evident on his face. His arms were restrained by Huang Xue's roots, making it impossible to lift his sword—but did he even need it?
A powerful wave of sword intent erupted from his body, sharp and unyielding. The roots binding him were sliced apart effortlessly, falling to the ground like severed threads of silk.
As the last of the roots crumbled, Hou Mengyao's sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.
He didn't bother picking it up. Instead, he threw a punch forward, his movements brimming with sword intent
Hou Mengyao's mastery of sword intent was so profound that every action, every strike, embodied the essence of the Sword Dao.
To him, a sword was no longer necessary—his entire being had become a sword.
The Heavenly Sword Sect's sect master watched the battle unfold with a glimmer of pride in his eyes. Hou Mengyao was indeed the sect's prodigy.
His talent in the Sword Dao surpassed that of even many elders, solidifying his place as the sect's Holy Son!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC159 Feng Fan Has To Die!
Qian Xiaoli's attack was the first to reach Hou Mengyao. His punch shattered it effortlessly, and his strike lost no power whatsoever.
Huang Xue's sword followed close behind, but Hou Mengyao's punch broke her stance and sent her flying backward. The grip on her sword almost slipped from her hands.
Deep cuts appeared across Huang Xue's body as she collided with Qian Xiaoli. Both of them were sent tumbling through the air, closer to Feng Fan.
Feng Fan, who was circulating his cultivation technique to suppress Hou Mengyao's sword qi within his body and heal his injuries, caught both of them.
"Fan'er… I-I'm sorry," Qian Xiaoli said, blood trickling from her mouth.
Though Huang Xue bore the brunt of the strike, she was not unscathed.
Huang Xue was in worse shape. Not only had she suffered severe internal injuries, but her body was also tainted with sword qi. Fortunately, she had the best regeneration abilities among them.
Her cultivation technique continued to circulate relentlessly, gradually suppressing the sword qi and healing her injuries.
Feng Fan glanced behind him and saw that the others had already disappeared into the forest. Half of the twenty Heavenly Sword Sect disciples had been teleported out of the pocket dimension, while the other half writhed in pain on the ground.
Relieved that they had made it out, Feng Fan let out a sigh. A new resolve quickly took hold of him, and his expression hardened with determination.
He gathered all his strength, his arms bulging with effort as he hurled both Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli toward the forest.
"You two go first, I'll follow right behind!"
"Feng Fan!" Huang Xue shouted as her body was sent flying toward the safety of the forest, away from the cliff.
He turned back to face Hou Mengyao, who was smiling at him.
"It seems you've accepted your fate. That's good. Don't worry, you'll be the only one who dies!" Hou Mengyao said, his smile filled with confidence.
"Whether I die or not is not decided yet!" Feng Fan shouted as he charged toward Hou Mengyao, who stood confidently with his sword in hand.
Rather than rushing directly at Hou Mengyao, Feng Fan sidestepped, positioning himself between Hou Mengyao and the cliff.
"Oh? I wonder where your confidence comes from. You're not even in the Golden Core Formation realm yet. You're nothing more than an ant I can crush whenever I please," Hou Mengyao sneered, his voice full of disdain for Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's gaze never wavered from Hou Mengyao. His cultivation technique flowed steadily, his own qi completely enveloping Hou Mengyao's sword and spiritual qi inside his body.
"Hou Mengyao…" Feng Fan said, before charging forward. His right fist clenched tightly, pulsing with energy.
"It's payback time!"
The power in Feng Fan's fist distorted the air around it. Hou Mengyao, who had been filled with disdain just moments ago, now felt a wave of dread as he saw the energy in Feng Fan's punch.
'What is this? Fear? Am I really afraid of an ant?' Hou Mengyao thought, his face twisting with rage. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire
He was furious at Feng Fan. He would never allow someone beneath him to make him feel afraid!
Hou Mengyao gripped his sword tightly. Without using any complicated technique, he simply focused on filling the blade with all the sword qi he could muster.
For a sword cultivator, sword qi was his greatest weapon.
Slash marks appeared in the ground around Hou Mengyao as he channeled his sword qi into the blade. Even the space around him seemed to tremble, as if it were being cut.
'There is nothing I can't cut! I am destined for greatness!' Hou Mengyao thought.
What he didn't realize was that as he gathered his sword qi, the system within him was also adding its own energy. It was heavens qi, one of the most powerful forms of qi in the entire universe.
Its power rivaled Feng Fan's suppression qi!
As Feng Fan nearly closed the distance between them, Hou Mengyao took a step forward, bringing his sword down in a vertical slash.
Feng Fan's punch collided with Hou Mengyao's attack. The impact was so powerful that it almost tore the space itself apart.
This pocket dimension had been designed to withstand the power of the strongest Golden Core Formation cultivators. For the space to bend like this, the force behind it had to come from someone in the Nascent Soul realm!
The force of the impact caused Hou Mengyao to stagger back five steps, his face turning pale as his qi churned within him.
'How could a mere Foundation Establishment realm ant possess such power?!' He thought, struggling to regulate his spiritual qi.
Feng Fan fared far worse. His body was thrown into the air, his clothes tattered and his skin marked with deep cuts that exposed bone. Each wound was filled with sword qi.
But that wasn't the worst of it. The heavens qi the system infused into Hou Mengyao's sword penetrated into Feng Fan's body.
Although he quickly began circulating his cultivation technique to suppress the injuries, there were too many, and the heavens qi reached his dantian before he could stop it.
Feng Fan felt intense pain in his dantian, a pain that his technique couldn't suppress. Normally, he could turn pain into pleasure and strength, but not now.
The only good news was that he had positioned himself near the cliff's edge. The force of the clash had sent him flying toward the river below.
Hou Mengyao saw Feng Fan falling toward the river, panic flashing across his face.
"You bastard, I won't let you escape!" He shouted. As long as the system's mission wasn't complete, Feng Fan was still alive.
For Hou Mengyao to gain power, Feng Fan has to die!
Hou Mengyao shot through the air, his sword aimed ominously at Feng Fan's chest as he fell toward the river.
Feng Fan saw Hou Mengyao's sword coming directly at him, but he could do nothing to stop it.
'Is this how I die?' He thought.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC160 8th Generation Sect Master Of The Heavens Suppression Sect
Huang Xue, who Feng Fan had thrown, hadn't left the battlefield. The moment she saw him confronting Hou Mengyao, she had already started moving toward them. Qian Xiaoli followed close behind.
Huang Xue darted between Feng Fan and Hou Mengyao, her sword humming softly in her hand. Sharp waves of cutting energy radiated from the blade, filling the air with a strong sword rhythm.
A sword intent embryo had taken shape!
Hou Mengyao's expression twisted with displeasure as his chance to kill Feng Fan slipped away. Just as he was about to complete his mission, another interruption!
"Get lost!" He snarled, slashing his sword vertically.
Huang Xue didn't respond with words. She raised her blade and countered with a horizontal slash. Though it lacked a flashy technique, her attack was anything but weak.
The swords collided, releasing shockwaves of sword qi that rippled through the air. For the second time in this battle, Hou Mengyao was forced to retreat.
"Impossible!" He growled, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.
Huang Xue, however, paid a heavy price for the clash. Her prior injuries caught up to her, and she fought to swallow the blood rising in her throat.
The force of the impact sent her tumbling into the river below. Her grip on her sword faltered, and the weapon was swept away by the rushing current.
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Qian Xiaoli seized the moment Huang Xue had created. Darting forward, she caught Feng Fan mid-fall and dove into the river with him. Inside the river, she also grabbed hold of the barely conscious Huang Xue as well.
With both of them in her arms, she plunged deeper into the river's flow, using its currents to escape the battlefield.
When Hou Mengyao steadied himself, the three figures were already gone, vanishing from his field of vision.
"Where are they?" He muttered, frustration twisting his face into a scowl.
His anger flared as he clenched his fists.
"Feng Fan, you can run all you want, but when we leave this place, I'll find a reason to kill you. Even if it means starting a war between my Heavenly Sword Sect and the White Crow Sect, I won't let you off!"
Hou Mengyao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Searching for them in this vast pocket dimension would be pointless. Instead, he turned back toward the white orb.
"If there's any reason for him to return, it'll be this," he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the glowing white orb.
—
Within Feng Fan's space ring, the Suppression Relic, which had remained silent for the past four months, suddenly stirred to life. A soft, sorrowful hum emanated from it, carrying an air of melancholy.
The sadness felt by it was transferred to the unconsciousness Feng Fan through their strong spiritual connection. A scene soon took place inside his mind.
A figure with long black hair stood firm, facing seven opponents—two women and five men—all wielding powerful weapons.
Feng Fan immediately noticed something unusual about the scene. His perspective wasn't the normal view through human eyes; instead, it felt like he could see everything around him with perfect clarity, a full 360-degree vision.
It didn't take him long to realize—he was being held in the hand of the figure with long black hair.
These were the Suppression Relic's memories!
The memories were hazy, but fragments of their conversation reached Feng Fan's mind.
"You… die… today."
"The heavens… natural order… law."
"We… rules…"
It was clear there was some kind of disagreement between the seven figures and the man with long black hair. Before long, a battle erupted, shaking the very foundation of the heavens.
The outcome and the details of the fight remained a mystery to Feng Fan. The memories ended abruptly, leaving him with more questions than answers.
The scene shifted. The long black-haired man stood before an altar, his body battered, with one arm and one leg missing.
In front of him, a man with long silver hair knelt on the ground, prostrating himself with deep reverence.
They were inside a chamber adorned with intricate paintings on the walls. Each painting depicted a similar story: a lone man wielding a solid rectangular black object, defying the heavens with unwavering resolve.
"Han Fei," the black-haired man spoke, his voice steady despite his weakened state. "Is everything ready?"
"Master…" Han Fei's voice trembled with sadness as he replied, "I've done as you ordered."
The master gave him a sorrowful smile. "Thank you, Han Fei. You've been the most loyal friend I could ever ask for."
"Master… I—"
"Don't be sad," the master interrupted gently, as if he already knew what Han Fei wanted to say. "Every end is just a new beginning."
He shifted his gaze to the Suppression Relic, still clutched in his only remaining hand.
"Forgive me, partner. It seems I won't be able to journey with you any longer."
The Suppression Relic seemed to understand his words, letting out a low, mournful hum. Its black surface trembled faintly in his grip.
With that same bittersweet smile, the black-haired man placed the Suppression Relic atop the altar.
"I'll need to separate you," he said softly. "When the time comes, the pieces will find their way back together."
He touched the relic with care, and three small, black circular plates emerged from its body, floating above it in the air.
"Go!"
With a flick of his sleeve, the plates pierced through the fabric of space and vanished, leaving the Suppression Relic quieter than before. A part of it had been severed, sent away.
"Master, the other six treasures have already been hidden, just as you instructed," Han Fei said, his voice cracking as he struggled to hold back tears. "You… can rest in peace now."
The black-haired man gave a faint nod. "Yes, I'm tired. It's time for me to go. As the 8th generation sect master of the Heavens Suppression Sect, I have failed in my sacred mission. I can only hope that you, the 9th generation sect master, will succeed where I could not."
With those final words, his body began to glow softly, breaking apart into shimmering light before vanishing completely.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC161 Cooking The Heavens
Inside a cave, Huang Xue cradled Feng Fan in her arms, her eyes closed as she channeled her wood spiritual qi, its gentle energy known for strong healing properties, around both of them.
"Huang Xue, what's happening? Why aren't Fanfan's injuries healing?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice trembling with worry as she watched the scene.
"I-I don't know," Huang Xue stammered, her face pale with doubt and concern. "Something's stopping his injuries from healing. With his condition, he should have already been teleported out of the pocket dimension, but… even that isn't working."
Around them, the group who had fought against the Heavenly Sword Sect stood, each nursing their own wounds. Despite their collective injuries, Feng Fan's condition was by far the worst.
Thanks to Tan Wei's pills and Huang Xue's efforts, most of their wounds had been treated. But Feng Fan… he was the exception.
No matter how many pills Tan Wei used or how much Huang Xue poured her spiritual qi into him, his injuries remained unchanged.
Tan Wei's brows knitted tightly together in frustration. Inside his mind, he called out to his master.
'Master, why isn't anything working? What's going on? Is there no way we can help him?'
Lai Hu let out a heavy sigh. 'I'm not certain, but I can assist in examining him. That boy cultivates a remarkable technique capable of healing injuries on its own. If something is preventing even his natural recovery… it's no ordinary issue. Place your hand on his dantian. Let me take a closer look.'
Tan Wei stepped closer to Huang Xue and Feng Fan. "Huang Xue, let me check on him… please." Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire
Huang Xue hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Gently, she laid Feng Fan on the ground, her movements careful, as though even the slightest jostle might worsen his condition.
Tan Wei knelt beside Feng Fan, placing his right hand over Feng Fan's dantian. Outwardly, he appeared to be circulating his spiritual qi to assess the situation, but in truth, it was Lai Hu doing the work through him.
The moment Lai Hu's energy entered Feng Fan's dantian, his tone turned grave. 'This—'
Tan Wei immediately tensed, his concern growing. 'Master, what's wrong? Did you find anything?'
'Yes,' Lai Hu replied, his voice heavy with dread. 'But it's not good news…'
'What do you mean, Master? What's happening to Brother Feng?'
'His dantian has been invaded by heavens qi,' Lai Hu explained. 'The only reason he's still alive is because of his cultivation technique, the Heavens Suppression Arts. If he were at the Golden Core Formation realm, he could force the heavens qi out on his own. But at his current level… it's impossible. And I… I don't have a solution for this.'
Tan Wei's face darkened as the weight of the revelation sank in.
The others around them immediately noticed his expression, and the worry on their faces deepened further.
"Junior Brother, what's wrong?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice trembling.
Tan Wei didn't answer her question. His focus remained on the conversation with Lai Hu.
'Master… Is there truly no way to save Brother Feng? Am I supposed to just watch him die?' Tan Wei clenched his fist, a mix of anger and helplessness rising inside him.
'There is a way… though I'm not sure if you're ready for it. It might be our only chance,' Lai Hu replied.
Tan Wei's heart skipped a beat at the mention of a potential solution, his face lighting up with hope.
'Tell me, Master! I'll do whatever it takes, even if I have to cross the seven heavens!'
Lai Hu hesitated for a moment before continuing. 'Make the Suppression Cauldron acknowledge you. Only by cultivating a qi that matches the heavens qi can you hope to dispel it.'
Tan Wei's brow furrowed in confusion. 'Suppression Cauldron? Do you mean my old cauldron?'
Lai Hu nodded. 'Yes. That cauldron… it's a relic from the greatest alchemist to ever walk the universe… my master.'
Lai Hu's expression grew solemn as memories of his master flooded back.
'I see…' Tan Wei said, now understanding the gravity of the situation. 'How do I make it acknowledge me?'
'Place your blood inside it. The rest depends on fate and destiny. There is no other option.'
Tan Wei's determination set in. He stepped away from Feng Fan and, with a steady hand, summoned his cauldron, positioning it in the empty space before him.
The others watched in confusion, unsure of what Tan Wei was planning.
"Tan Wei, did you find a way to heal Fan'er?" Qian Xiaoli asked, her voice filled with hope.
Xue Qiang, noticing how Qian Xiaoli addressed Feng Fan, couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows in displeasure, but she held her tongue, knowing there were more important matters at hand.
"I'm not sure, but there may be a chance. I'll try it now," Tan Wei replied.
He bit his right thumb and pressed it against the word 'Suppression' engraved on the cauldron.
As soon as his blood made contact, it was drawn in by a powerful suction force, disappearing into the cauldron.
Tan Wei's surroundings blurred, and suddenly, he wasn't in the cave anymore.
Before him stood a man with a cauldron. The cauldron wasn't old or rusted; it gleamed brightly under the light, the word 'Suppression' clearly etched into its metal surface.
The man had red eyes and hair. Holding a bamboo spoon in both hands, he stirred something inside the cauldron, laughing heartily.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, continuing to 'cook' whatever was inside.
Tan Wei blinked, confused. 'Why did the word cook come to my mind? Isn't he supposed to be doing alchemy?' he thought, puzzled by the strange feeling.
The more he watched the man, the more it seemed like he wasn't making pills but cooking something.
As the man continued to stir, it felt like the heavens themselves were being pulled toward his cauldron. The more the cauldron absorbed, the louder and more intense his laughter grew.
"I SHALL COOK THE HEAVENS!" he roared, his voice booming across the seven heavens.
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