MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC191 Are You Wearing Underwear?
Feng Fan stepped forward, his foot stomping on the lifeless body of the half-disfigured man he had just killed. His words and actions only fueled Dai Li's anger, but he didn't give the village chief a chance to react.
He knew that if Dai Li decided to break the rules and attack him outright, he wouldn't stand a chance. A man in the Soul Severing realm was no joke.
"What's your name?" Feng Fan asked, his eyes locked on Dai Li.
'Brat, you think you can use my own game against me? I've been here longer than you've been alive!'
Though still furious, Dai Li quickly regained his composure.
"My name is Dai Li," he answered, his face unreadable.
"You're telling the truth," Feng Fan said.
Dai Li's expression briefly twisted in displeasure as a portion of his cultivation and life force drained away. Just as he prepared to turn the tables and question Feng Fan, four figures burst into the room, surrounding him.
"Are you wearing underwear?" Mao Shun asked without hesitation, proving that Feng Fan had completely corrupted him.
"How old are you?" Xue Qiang followed up.
"Have you killed people before?" Huang Xue added.
"Are you deaf?" Su Xiaoli asked, her tone casual but sharp.
Dai Li was stunned. He hadn't expected them to gang up on him so suddenly!
He wanted to break the rules and silence them all, but the domain's laws still forced him to answer. 'Fine! I'll answer their stupid questions… and then I'll kill them!'
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"I'm wearing underwear. I'm a thousand years old. Yes, I've killed many people. Yes, I'm deaf."
Feng Fan's response came instantly. "Lying, lying, true, true."
Dai Li's eyes widened in shock. 'How does this brat know that?!'
It was one thing to assume he had killed people, but the other answers were unexpected. Especially the last one—no one knew he had been born deaf. The only reason he could hear was because of his spiritual qi!
"You're lying," Mao Shun repeated, grinning.
"You're lying," Xue Qiang echoed.
"You're telling the truth," Huang Xue confirmed.
"You're telling the truth," Su Xiaoli added, not doubting it for a second.
Even if it didn't make sense to her, she had seen it with her own two eyes. Feng Fan could tell when someone was lying with supernatural accuracy.
His hit rate was one hundred percent!
If this wasn't cheating, what was?
Dai Li's life force and cultivation drained rapidly, deep wrinkles forming on his already ugly face as he twisted in fury.
Feng Fan moved swiftly, absorbing the energy before it could settle inside them.
"YOU BRATS!" Dai Li roared, his patience snapping. He had no intention of playing their game any longer. He forgot this game was actually his.
A surge of power erupted from him as his cultivation flared, revealing his true strength: 3rd Nascent Soul realm!
Feng Fan's eyes narrowed. 'So, the old man finally dropped the act. If we hadn't stolen part of his cultivation, we wouldn't have stood a chance.'
Mao Shun's face tensed as a crushing force pressed down on him, threatening to drive him to the ground. Gritting his teeth, he held firm and reached for the hammer on his back.
But no matter how determined he was, or how strong was his cultivation technique, he wasn't even at the Golden Core Formation realm. Against a 3rd Nascent Soul cultivator, he stood no chance.
Even the girls, who were stronger than him, were already struggling under the pressure, what could he possibly do?
Feng Fan knew they couldn't face Dai Li head-on. Without hesitation, he sprang into action. A brick appeared in his hand as he stepped between his friends and the enemy.
"DIE!" Dai Li roared, his fist tearing through the air, distorting space itself as it barreled toward Feng Fan.
'Little Brick, I'm counting on you!' Feng Fan thought, commanding the Suppression Relic to unleash its power.
The Suppression Relic hummed with a mix of happiness and madness. Its surface glowed red as strange symbols spread across it like veins of molten lava.
Feng Fan used the tainted energy he had absorbed inside the village to fuel the Suppression Relic transformation.
"Fuck off, old man!" Feng Fan shouted, swinging his trusted brick straight into Dai Li's fist.
Crack!
A sharp sound echoed as Dai Li's fist fractured on impact. His furious expression twisted into one of shock.
'What?! This brat can bypass the Dao laws inside Master's domain?!'
Even if Feng Fan had outplayed him in his own game, Dai Li never imagined he could outright defy the Dao laws and strike back.
As for the bones in his hand that Feng Fan had cracked? Dai Li wasn't concerned. In this place, he was the king.
His shattered fist began to heal at an astonishing speed, the process visible to the naked eye. Meanwhile, Feng Fan was knocked back a few steps by the force of the impact.
While Feng Fan and Dai Li fought, the stitched-face woman quietly slipped away. No one noticed as she vanished into the shadows.
She had no intention of getting involved. Unlike Dai Li and Feng Fan, she couldn't break the rules. Whether Dai Li won or lost didn't matter; she had already decided.
If Dai Li triumphed, she would return.
If he fell… she would disappear.
"Fanfan!" Xue Qiang yelled, her voice laced with worry.
She narrowed her eyes at Dai Li, gripping her spear tightly and preparing to charge. Huang Xue, Mao Shun, and Su Xiaoli readied themselves to do the same.
But before they could make a move, Feng Fan's voice rang out, stopping them.
"Stop! Don't attack!" he called. "The Dao laws are still in effect. If you strike, it'll drain your life force. Let me handle him."
Dai Li laughed maniacally. "So you can tell, huh? You're a clever brat, but even if you know... so what? You're no match for me!"
With a burst of power, Dai Li's cultivation surged again. Ignoring Feng Fan's companions, he charged straight at him. As long as he dealt with the brat who wasn't playing by the rules, the rest would be easy to handle.
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A dark energy surrounded Dai Li's right fist as he charged toward Feng Fan.
"Mountain Demon Fist!"
A massive demon with bulging muscles appeared behind Dai Li, mirroring his movements. Its fists aimed straight at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's expression turned serious. Spiritual qi surged around his body, his muscles tightening under his skin. He focused all his spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic and hurled it forward.
The Suppression Relic hummed furiously, shooting forward like a comet. The friction caused the temperature around it to rise sharply.
Fist and brick collided in a burst of spiritual qi. The wooden house they were in exploded. Most of the wood disintegrated, but some pieces flew off, hitting nearby houses and causing more destruction.
After throwing the Suppression Relic, Feng Fan didn't stand still. He dashed forward, his left palm glowing with spiritual qi. Behind him, the image of a Buddha, chains, and a seal began to form.
Sealing Palm!
Dai Li, who had just clashed with the Suppression Relic, was left momentarily vulnerable. The collision with the brick had disrupted his momentum, and Feng Fan saw his chance to finish him in one move.
But Dai Li quickly regained his composure and narrowed his eyes at Feng Fan's glowing left palm. He could sense the dangerous energy aimed directly at him.
'I can't let that hit me!' he thought, his instincts screaming.
Just as Feng Fan's palm was centimeters away from Dai Li's dantian, Dai Li sidestepped with surprising agility—something unexpected from a hunchbacked old man.
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Dai Li clenched his left fist, his arm surging with power as he threw a punch straight at Feng Fan's exposed head.
"Brat, you're still a hundred years too early to face me. DIE!"
Feng Fan saw the punch coming but only smirked. 'Got you!'
Before Dai Li's fist could connect, the Suppression Relic came flying in and slammed into Dai Li's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters and coughing up blood.
If there was one thing Feng Fan never did, it was fight fair. This wasn't a one-on-one battle—it was two against one!
Dai Li crashed through several houses before finally coming to a stop beneath the debris of one that had collapsed from the impact.
Feng Fan caught the Suppression Relic and flew into the air, heading straight for Dai Li. He hurled his weapon again, sending it shooting like a comet into the debris where Dai Li was trapped.
Beneath the rubble, Dai Li's eyes snapped open, filled with pure rage.
"You forced me to do this, you little brat!"
The eerie energy circulating around Dai Li began to seep into his body, saturating his muscles. His skin started to peel away as his muscles and bones grew in size and density.
Dai Li punched forward, clearing the debris on top of him and striking the Suppression Relic at the same time. His muscles cracked under the strain but were almost instantly healed by the strange energy inside him.
Feng Fan, hovering in the air, looked down with a dark expression. 'Is that a power-up?'
The hunchbacked old man was gone. In his place stood a five-meter-tall giant made of pure muscle. Even his cultivation had risen from the 3rd Nascent Soul realm to the 5th Nascent Soul realm!
"Because of you, I took a path of no return. I won't kill you right away… I'll torture you first, then make you watch as I do the same to your friends!" Dai Li snarled, his voice dripping with hatred as he glared at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan met his gaze with disdain. "That's the most cliché villain line I've ever heard. When you get to hell, try coming up with something better for your next life."
Dai Li's face twisted in fury. Without another word, he bent his knee, his muscles tensing like coiled steel. Then, with explosive force, he launched himself straight at Feng Fan.
But Feng Fan only smiled. 'The more you hate me, the closer you are to doom!'
As Dai Li's hatred boiled over, a ghostly figure flickered behind Feng Fan, a grinning skeleton gripping a scythe.
Giggle of Doom!
In an instant, Feng Fan's spiritual qi plummeted, draining away like water through cracked earth. His body fell to the ground like an anvil. Yet, just as his qi vanished, the technique took effect.
Dai Li, mid-air, froze.
"W-What did you do?!" he shouted, his body trembling.
"Just a little gift for you… hope you enjoy it," Feng Fan said with a smirk.
Even after hitting the ground, he quickly steadied himself. Even without spiritual qi, his body was still a weapon—his strong body wasn't just for show.
"HAHAHA—YOU… HAHAHA—BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" Dai Li roared, trying to lunge at Feng Fan. But his body wouldn't stop shaking, uncontrollable laughter wrecking his focus. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't gather his strength for a final blow.
Feng Fan grinned. He kicked off the ground, surging forward, the Suppression Relic humming with murderous intent in his grip.
Bang!
The relic smashed into Dai Li's skull with brutal force. His laughter cut off in an instant; his head burst open like a crushed melon. His lifeless, headless body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
After dealing with Dai Li, Feng Fan let out a sigh of relief.
'If that old man's cultivation had been just a bit stronger, the Giggle of Doom wouldn't have worked… and I'd be nothing more than meat on a chopping board.'
Even with his powerful body, Feng Fan knew he wouldn't have stood a chance without his spiritual qi.
The Suppression Relic's glowing red symbols gradually faded, returning to its usual black form. Feng Fan felt a surge of satisfaction.
'I only used 30% of the energy I gathered. That means I still have 70% left! With this much stored up, I can activate Little Brick's transformation again if needed.'
But his moment of relief didn't last long.
Just as Dai Li's life faded, a massive shadow, towering dozens of meters high, loomed over the battlefield, right where their fight had begun.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC193 The Second Protagonist
Feng Fan felt the energy in the domain gathering behind him, his instincts screaming danger. He turned and saw a massive figure staring at him, a mix of disdain and anger etched on its face.
"A brat like you dares to kill my servants and ruin my plans?"
The man had a prominent nose and thick eyebrows. The air around him made it clear he was used to looking down on others, never up.
Feng Fan felt a powerful force pressing down on his body. He tried to circulate his spiritual qi to resist, but he had already used up most of his energy, and the little he recovered was far from enough.
'Damn it, just when I thought I could save some energy…'
The Suppression Relic hummed in his hand, reminding him there was no time to waste. Feng Fan nodded and willed the Suppression Relic to absorb all the stored energy he had gathered in the village.
The figure watched Feng Fan struggling to resist. "Hmph, you think you stand a chance against me? You're nothing but a frog in a well!"
The figure raised his hand, and a vortex of dark spiritual qi formed in his palm. Feng Fan knew if that palm struck him, he'd be dead. Yet, he showed no fear.
With his spiritual qi vision activated, Feng Fan had already pinpointed the figure's weakness—the core of the domain. If he destroyed it, he could take down both the domain and the figure at the same time.
"DIE!"
As the giant figure hurled a palm filled with dark energy toward Feng Fan, Feng Fan threw the Suppression Relic, aiming straight at the ground beneath the figure.
The figure was fast, but the Suppression Relic was faster! It tore through the ground as if it were air, nothing able to stop it.
When it finally reached the underground chamber—a small room with a circle made of candles at its center—its energy exploded, destroying everything around it.
The dark energy that had threatened to kill Feng Fan suddenly vanished, and the figure began to blur.
"You… You better pray I never find you again, brat!"
With those final words, the figure disappeared completely, and the Dao laws that had trapped Feng Fan within the village dissolved along with it.
"Fanfan!" Xue Qiang rushed to his side, her face filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
Feng Fan nodded with a reassuring smile, glancing at her and then at the others. All four of them had been clearly worried about him.
They had watched him fight with everything he had, yet they had been powerless to help. The feeling of helplessness weighed on them like a heavy burden.
"Brother Feng, I'm glad you're safe… I'm sorry I couldn't do more," said Mao Shun, his hammer once again resting on his back.
Feng Fan approached him and patted his right shoulder warmly. "Don't fret, Bother Mao, I'm glad we all managed to escape in one piece."
Mao Shun smiled wryly, but the worry on his face didn't fade in the slightest.
"Brother Feng, it seems you've caught the attention of someone truly powerful. I doubt even a Return To Void realm expert could create a domain like that."
Thinking about the giant figure that appeared at the end, Feng Fan let out a hearty laugh.
"Hmph! If he could kill us, he would've done it already. Since he can't come here now, he better never come at all—because if he does, I'll slap him to death!"
Mao Shun chuckled at Feng Fan's boldness. "Thanks, Brother Feng. May I ask where the four of you are headed now?"
"We're actually on the run from some bastards from the Qian Empire. We plan to head to the Mao Empire first, then make our way to the Dao Seeking School. What about you, Brother Mao?"
At the mention of the Mao Empire, Mao Shun's expression darkened briefly. "I… don't really have anywhere to go."
Seeing his troubled look, Su Xiaoli felt a pang of sympathy. His situation reminded her too much of her own.
'Nowhere to go…' she thought, tears welling up in her eyes.
Sensing the tension building up in the air, Feng Fan quickly spoke up. "Brother Mao, if you don't have anywhere to go, why not come with us? You might even be able to enter the Dao Seeking School alongside us."
Mao Shun fell silent for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
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'If I can get into the Dao Seeking School, I can grow stronger… and finally kill that bastard, Mao Hu.'
No matter his circumstances, there was one thing Mao Shun would never give up on—killing Mao Hu, his uncle, and the current Mao Emperor.
Until Mao Hu was dead, the souls of his family would never rest in peace.
"Alright, Brother Feng. But I should warn you… I'm a wanted man in the Mao Empire. Traveling with me could bring you trouble."
Feng Fan laughed. "Brother Mao, if there's one thing I'm not afraid of, it's trouble. Who exactly is after you?"
Then, something clicked in his mind.
Wait… Mao Shun… Mao Hu… family conflict… wanted across the entire Mao Empire…
His laughter cut off abruptly, and he turned to Mao Shun with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Brother Mao… don't tell me… Are you part of the Mao Empire's royal family?"
Mao Shun nodded, his face serious. "That's right, Brother Feng. My father was the late emperor. His own brother killed him and stole the throne."
Feng Fan gulped. "Don't tell me… the one hunting you is your uncle, the emperor of the strongest empire in the Dao Seeking School's territory?!"
Mao Shun gave a firm nod.
'Dammit!' Feng Fan thought, laughing inside. 'This guy is a full-blown protagonist!'
Feng Fan looked at Mao Shun with a warm smile, as if looking at a precious gem. 'I already have Tan Wei, my future god-tier alchemist. If I help this guy take down his uncle… won't I have another protagonist by my side?'
He was so caught up in his excitement that he overlooked one tiny problem—he couldn't even handle the people from the Qian Empire and was already on the run.
How the hell was he supposed to deal with the entire Mao Empire?
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC194 Even Dogs…
After Mao Shun decided to join Feng Fan's group, the five of them left the village and headed toward the Mao Empire's territory.
Now, they not only had to worry about the Qian Empire's pursuit but also the Mao Empire. Fortunately, the Death Plains were vast, and they managed to avoid detection.
At least, by human cultivators.
A week after escaping the village, Feng Fan's group found themselves surrounded by a pack of wolves. There were about a hundred wolves, their cultivation levels ranging from low tier 3 to peak tier 3.
The pack leader was a low tier 4 demon beast.
They had waited for Feng Fan's group to finish battling another group of demon beasts before launching their attack.
"The demon beasts here are incredibly cunning. Brother Mao, how did you survive alone for nearly six months?" Feng Fan asked as he prepared to face the wolf pack's leader.
Mao Shun chuckled, his hammer smashing a low tier 3 wolf into a bloody pulp.
During their first week traveling together, Mao Shun had explained the mystery behind his hammer. Not only did it solve the problem in his body, allowing him to cultivate, but it also emitted an aura that scared off demon beasts for the first few weeks. That gave him enough time to strengthen himself.
As for what happened after that?
Simple protagonist luck.
Every demon beast that attacked him just happened to be one he could handle.
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The pack leader, a massive, silver-furred wolf standing four meters tall, lunged at Feng Fan, its jaws stretching wide, ready to swallow him whole.
Feng Fan reacted instantly, hurling the Suppression Relic straight at the beast.
The wolf's intelligent eyes flashed with disdain. It raised its powerful right paw mid-air, aiming to swat the relic away like a mere fly.
But to its shock, its paw, strong enough to shatter steel, barely managed to deflect the brick.
The collision threw off the wolf's momentum, and Feng Fan seized the opening.
Feng Fan kicked off the ground, leaving a small crater where he had stood just moments ago. His leg gleamed with spiritual qi as a massive, hairy leg appeared behind him.
Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!
The moment the wolf landed, Feng Fan was already in front of it. The beast snapped its jaws, aiming to counter his attack with a bite, but Feng Fan didn't strike immediately.
Instead, he ducked, his body sliding smoothly beneath the wolf.
A sudden sense of doom washed over the beast. Instinct screamed at it to leap away, but Feng Fan was faster.
His leg shot up without mercy, striking the wolf's most vulnerable spot before it could react.
"AUUUUUUUUUU!"
The wolf's agonized screams rumbled through the earth before it collapsed, unconscious from the pain.
—
"I never knew wolf meat could taste this good!" Feng Fan said, chewing on a roasted thigh.
"Sister Huang, I didn't expect you to be such a great cook. Did you learn this on the planet you came from?" Mao Shun asked, savoring each bite.
Instead of answering, Huang Xue glanced at Feng Fan, her eyes full of expectation, waiting for his praise.
Feng Fan nodded. "Indeed, Huang Xue, this is amazing. I'm surprised you have spices in your space ring. Were you planning a camping trip or something?"
A faint blush crept onto Huang Xue's face. Learning how to cook had actually been her friend Song Shu's idea. She had even gone so far as to obtain immortal cooking manuals from the White Crow Sect's library.
Those manuals taught the secrets of drawing out the best flavors and nutrients from demon beasts. Properly prepared, their meat could provide cultivators with an immense boost of spiritual qi.
According to Song Shu, the way to a man's heart was through his stomach! If Huang Xue wanted to win Feng Fan over, she had to master the art of cooking delicious meals.
Of course, one could argue that Song Shu only said that to ensure Huang Xue would cook delicious meals for her. After all, someone had to taste the food before serving it to the main guest.
Mao Shun, already at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, felt a surge of energy coursing through him. As he chewed, his aura trembled, teetering on the edge of a breakthrough.
"This is incredible," he said, eyes shining. "After this meal, I'm sure I'll break through to the Golden Core Formation realm!"
At his words, even Feng Fan felt a twinge of envy. Just six months ago, Mao Shun couldn't even cultivate. Now, he was about to break through to the Golden Core Formation realm.
If the Dao Seeking School found out about this, they wouldn't just accept him as a disciple—they'd send an elder to beg him to join.
Of course, Feng Fan's cultivation wasn't any weaker. The reason it took him longer was because his cultivation technique trained both his qi and his body, creating the strongest foundation possible.
While Mao Shun sat cross-legged, preparing for his breakthrough, Feng Fan studied the hammer on his back.
'Little Brick, Mao Shun's hammer and Tan Wei's cauldron both have a suppression symbol on them. The familiar energy they give off makes it clear this isn't a coincidence. Do you know how their weapons are connected to you?'
The Suppression Relic hummed in response, indicating that it either didn't know or simply couldn't remember.
Feng Fan's expression grew thoughtful.
'According to the memories I saw from Little Brick, there should be two more plates like the one I found at the Golden Horizon Trade Alliance's auction. If I can track them down, we might finally uncover the connection between Little Brick and these weapons.'
These thoughts made Feng Fan sigh. 'How the hell am I supposed to find them? It's like looking for a needle in a haystack…'
As Feng Fan pondered the issue, Mao Shun suddenly leaped into the air, his cultivation surging as he finally broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC195 Ice Domain
'Come to me,' a soft, melodic voice whispered, one that only Su Xiaoli could hear.
Right after Mao Shun broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm, Feng Fan's group got up, ready to leave. Only Su Xiaoli remained seated.
She stared at the bonfire in front of her, lost in thought.
"Xiao'er?" Feng Fan asked, gently shaking her shoulder.
"Ah!" Su Xiaoli snapped out of her daze.
"Are you okay?" Feng Fan frowned, a hint of concern in his expression.
"Mmh, I thought I heard someone calling me…"
'Come to me,' the melodic voice sounded again.
Startled, Su Xiaoli jumped to her feet and looked around, searching for the source of the voice.
Feng Fan, standing beside her, furrowed his eyebrows. 'That voice… it was calling Xiao'er in her mind, so I ended up hearing it too through her thoughts…'
"Xiao'er, do you know where that voice is coming from?"
Su Xiaoli nodded and pointed. "I think it's coming from over there," she said, indicating a direction.
"Let's go check it out. I wonder why only you can hear it."
Because of the voice, the group changed direction instead of heading toward the Mao Empire. Just a few minutes later, the temperature around them began to drop sharply.
"Is it just me, or is it getting cold?" Mao Shun asked.
With their high cultivation levels, especially Feng Fan, who had a very strong body, they hadn't noticed at first. But the farther they flew, the more obvious it became.
"There's snow on the grass. How can the climate change so drastically in such a short distance?" Xue Qiang said, her face showing disbelief.
"It seems the voice Su Xiaoli heard and the source of this cold are coming from the same place," Huang Xue pointed out.
'Xiao'er has an Extreme Yin Body. Could this be related to her special constitution?' Feng Fan wondered.
Despite the dropping temperature, they continued flying toward the source of the voice Su Xiaoli was hearing. Suddenly, Su Xiaoli stopped, causing the others to halt as well.
"The voice stopped," she said, surprising everyone. Earlier, she had been hearing the voice every few seconds.
At the spot where Feng Fan's group stopped, heavy snow was falling. The temperature was a freezing negative twenty degrees Celsius!
"What's that over there?" Feng Fan asked. Thanks to his body cultivation, he had the best eyesight among them.
"Let's get closer. I can't tell what it is from here," Su Xiaoli replied, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
As they approached, they finally saw it clearly. In front of them stood a massive city made entirely of ice. At its center was a castle, also made of ice, radiating an intense cold.
The city was generating an enormous amount of cold energy, clearly responsible for the freezing climate.
When they were just a few kilometers away, Su Xiaoli felt something calling her again. This time, it wasn't a voice, just a fleeting sensation.
"I feel something calling me from inside that castle," Su Xiaoli said, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the ice castle in the distance.
"No point in overthinking it. Let's go inside," said Feng Fan.
He flew toward the city gates, with the others following closely behind. But as they were just a few meters away, a sudden force yanked them to the ground.
"This... this is a Dao domain!" Feng Fan exclaimed, immediately recognizing the Dao laws surrounding them.
Though he was far from mastering Dao laws, Feng Fan could now sense them more clearly since leaving the village. "The rules here won't allow us to fly."
The others wore serious expressions. After their experience in the village, they knew all too well how dangerous it could be to stay within a domain's reach.
"I don't feel the same eerie energy as we did back there," said Su Xiaoli, "Instead... I feel a sense of peace."
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Feng Fan was taken aback. 'Peace? What does that mean?'
"Since we can't fly, let's just walk. I doubt this place will be the same as the last one," Feng Fan suggested.
As they approached the city, the ice gates slowly opened on their own, as if silently inviting them in.
Feng Fan had no way of knowing, but all around the Dao Seeking School territory, many cultivators were actively searching for opportunities within this place.
Some elders speculated that this could be the site of immortal ruins. After all, not even an Immortal Ascension realm cultivator could create a domain like this, filled with Dao laws that operated independently.
In fact, the person responsible for trapping Feng Fan in the village wasn't from this world, but from the immortal realm!
This Ice domain only allowed cultivators at or below the Golden Core Formation realm. Some believed it was a trial left behind by a powerful immortal, with the heritage hidden within as a reward for those who successfully completed the ice trial.
Just a few meters after entering the city, a vortex suddenly appeared in front of Feng Fan's group, pulling ice energy from the surrounding air and ground.
From the swirling vortex, a three-meter-tall knight holding a spear materialized before them. Both the spear and the knight were entirely made of ice!
Su Xiaoli was the first to react. She drew her metal fan from her space ring, infused it with spiritual qi, and tossed it forward.
With a single strike, the metal fan pierced the knight's head, shattering it effortlessly.
To their surprise, the headless knight, still gripping its spear, leaped toward them with remarkable agility. Its joints didn't appear to be made of ice at all.
The five of them quickly scattered in different directions to avoid the knight's strike. While in mid-air, Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision.
Inside the icy figure, Feng Fan spotted a core pulsating with energy, located where a dantian would be in a human body.
"Guys, aim for the dantian. Its core is there!"
Upon hearing his words, Xue Qiang's spear flared with fire before she hurled it directly at the knight's dantian. But just before the spear could hit the knight, its flames vanished completely!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC196 I Didn't Realize You Were This Fragile
After losing all its fire-attribute spiritual qi, Xue Qiang's spear lost its power. It struck the ice knight, but it was like throwing an egg at a rock.
Xue Qiang frowned in frustration. It was clear that fire attacks didn't work here because of the Dao laws inside the domain.
Right after the attack landed, a small vortex formed above the ice knight's neck, instantly restoring its head in the blink of an eye.
Since Xue Qiang was the last one to attack, the knight focused on her. It kicked the ground and leaped straight at her, its ice spear aimed at her head.
Xue Qiang tried to summon her weapon back using her spiritual qi, but it wouldn't reach her in time. Realizing she was in danger, Feng Fan quickly stepped between her and the ice knight.
The spear and Feng Fan's brick collided, the force of the impact sending the knight stumbling back a few steps.
'He's not that strong,' Feng Fan thought.
Seizing the moment, Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic and hurled it straight at the knight's core. The ice knight's defenses shattered easily under the force of Feng Fan's attack.
With its core destroyed, the ice knight broke into thousands of pieces and vanished.
"As long as we know where to hit, these knights aren't that tough. More will probably show up, so I'll point out their weak spots," Feng Fan said.
The others nodded in agreement. Without knowing where to strike, the fight could have dragged on much longer, even if this ice knight wasn't particularly strong.
Having this knowledge gave them a huge advantage. And since this was only the first guardian to appear, there was no doubt that stronger foes awaited them as they advanced toward the ice castle.
Xue Qiang clicked her tongue, clearly frustrated by the Dao laws restricting her. Without her flames, she had lost at least 70% of her strength.
Noticing her frustration, Feng Fan stepped closer and briefly held her hand. "Don't worry, Qinqin, I'll protect you."
At his words, her irritation melted away. Smiling shyly, she stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek. "Thanks, Fanfan."
Xue Qiang didn't actually think she needed his protection, but his consideration still warmed her heart.
Her kiss brought a smile to Feng Fan's face, but he quickly regained his serious expression. Turning his gaze toward the towering castle, he took the lead as they resumed their journey.
The wide ice-paved street stretched ahead, spacious enough for four carriages to travel side by side. Narrow streets branched off from the main road, lined with one and two-story buildings, their doors and windows sealed shut.
"Do these houses serve any purpose?" Mao Shun wondered aloud. "Why don't we take a look inside?"
Feng Fan found Mao Shun's suggestion reasonable. 'If these houses are here, they must be useful for something.'
He approached one of the buildings and knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?"
Silence.
After waiting a few seconds with no response, he shrugged. "If no one's home, I hope they don't mind me letting myself in."
Clenching his fist, he flexed his arm and threw a punch. The moment his fist met the ice, a shock ran through his arm—it felt like punching a thick plate of solid steel. The door didn't budge.
"I refuse to believe I can't break some ice," Feng Fan muttered, narrowing his eyes.
Taking a few steps back, he channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic. He hurled it at the door with full force. A loud crack echoed as fractures spread across the ice.
But before he could celebrate, the cracks vanished in an instant, the door restoring itself as if nothing had happened.
Feng Fan sighed, shaking his head. "Forget it. Let's just move on."
"I can't believe they let weaklings like you in here. Where are you from?" A voice dripping with disdain echoed from one of the narrow streets connecting to the main road.
Feng Fan and his group turned toward the speaker, spotting a young man with thick eyebrows. Behind him stood four others, all wearing the same robes, clearly part of his faction.
"Get lost, all five of you, while I'm still in a good mood," the man sneered.
A beautiful woman beside him chuckled. "Brother Jia, you're always so kind to the weak. If Brother Yao was here, he would've killed them already."
Feng Fan couldn't help but almost laugh at the scene before him. He had no idea where these people came from, but one thing he never worried about was making enemies.
In fact, he even welcomed them. After all, they often provided him with Qi stones—something he was always in need of.
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"Ah, Brother Jia, you're truly generous. Thank you for your mercy. Let me shake your hand in gratitude," he said, extending his right hand.
Su Xiaoli, well aware of Feng Fan's antics, could already predict what was coming. A quiet chuckle slipped past her lips.
Brother Jia eyed him suspiciously but decided to accept the handshake. The moment their hands met, Feng Fan's grip tightened like a vice. A sharp crack echoed through the air.
"AAAH! YOU—" Brother Jia's face twisted in pain as he glared at Feng Fan with fury.
"Oh? My apologies, Brother Jia. I didn't realize you were this fragile…" Feng Fan said, his fake smile unwavering.
A vein bulged on Brother Jia's forehead. "Let go, you bastard!"
Feng Fan put on an exaggeratedly sad expression. "Ah, Brother Jia, there's no need to be so aggressive. If you wanted me to let go of your hand, you could've just asked," he said, his tone filled with fake sincerity.
Despite his words, he didn't release his grip. He squeezed even harder!
"URGH!" Brother Jia's face twisted with rage as he felt the crushing pressure. Enraged, he summoned a sword from his space ring and swung it in a wide arc, aiming to decapitate Feng Fan.
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Feng Fan saw the sword coming toward his head and ducked, his grip on Brother Jia's hand still firm.
"Oops, Brother Jia, you missed!" he mocked, a playful smirk on his lips.
Brother Jia's face twisted with rage as he prepared to strike again, but Feng Fan had already decided he had entertained him enough. He pushed off the ground with his left leg and delivered a brutal kick to Brother Jia's groin with his right leg.
Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!
Crack!
A scream filled with agony and disbelief echoed through the icy streets, the last sound Brother Jia made before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed, unconscious.
The four cultivators behind him stared in horror.
"Brother Jia!" the same woman who had spoken earlier cried out.
She couldn't believe her eyes. How could someone they had dismissed as weak take Brother Jia down so easily? But in her mind, it was nothing more than a fluke, a mere sneak attack.
After all, their group was made up of peak Golden Core Formation cultivators, while the man who attacked Brother Jia was only at the third level of the Golden Core Formation realm.
Gritting her teeth, she retrieved a sword from her space ring and aimed it at Feng Fan.
Her movements were fluid, almost like a dance, each strike carrying a deadly grace. A flurry of thrusts and slashes rained down on Feng Fan, each one faster than the last.
Feng Fan saw the attacks coming and tensed his muscles, pushing his cultivation technique to its limit. The barrage of strikes hit his entire body, but they only left shallow cuts on his skin.
"Impossible!" the woman shouted, her face filled with disbelief. "How can your body be so tough?"
Only body cultivators at the peak of Organ Tempering or higher should be able to withstand her attacks so easily. Even though she hadn't gone all out, she couldn't understand how someone at the 3rd Golden Core Formation realm could shrug off her strikes with only minor cuts.
"Lady, I really liked these robes. You'd better compensate me with a thousand high-grade qi stones!" Feng Fan said, feigning anger as he looked at her.
His words made the woman freeze for a moment, and then her anger flared even hotter, thinking Feng Fan was mocking her.
"A thousand high-grade qi stones? Go die!"
"Elegant Tiger Slash!" A tiger appeared behind the woman as she slashed at Feng Fan again.
Feng Fan summoned his trusty brick, ready to intercept her attack. As for compensation? Well, after taking a brick to the head and passing out, whether she liked it or not, everything she owned would soon belong to him!
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As she launched her second attack, the rest of Brother Jia's group finally sprang into action. The battle erupted, with the three remaining cultivators clashing against Feng Fan's group.
"Blacksmith Strikes the Iron!" Mao Shun roared, gripping his massive hammer in one hand as he charged toward his opponent with unstoppable force.
Behind him, an ethereal figure of a burly man with a thick and long beard materialized, striking an anvil with a hammer, sending waves of force rippling through the air.
"Hmph, what can a weakling like you even do?" sneered his opponent, knowing that Mao Shun had the lowest cultivation level among them.
"Rabid Foxes Attack!" the enemy shouted. Behind him, a pack of spectral foxes materialized, their snarling jaws and glowing red eyes locking onto Mao Shun as they lunged forward.
Mao Shun's eyes weren't on his opponent or the foxes behind him. Instead, he focused solely on the sword in his enemy's hand. Just before impact, he adjusted his stance ever so slightly, angling his hammer to strike the weapon's weakest point.
With a deafening crack, the sword shattered into three pieces.
His opponent's eyes widened in shock. His posture wavered, caught completely off guard.
Mao Shun didn't let the opportunity slip away. He twisted his body and delivered a powerful side kick, sending the man crashing into an ice house. Blood spurted from his mouth as he slumped against the ice wall.
"I-Impossible!" he gasped, staring in disbelief at his broken weapon.
Mao Shun didn't give him a chance to recover. In an instant, he closed the distance between them and brought his hammer down in a brutal strike to the man's head.
What his opponent didn't realize was that this wasn't just luck. Mao Shun's cultivation technique made him a godly blacksmith. Every weapon had a flaw, and with a single glance, he could see them all!
Mao Shun glanced around at the ongoing battles. He quickly spotted Huang Xue and Xue Qiang teaming up against one opponent, while Su Xiaoli handled the last one on her own.
Although all of them had a slight advantage, their fights weren't as quick as his. Still, he was genuinely impressed.
'Forget Brother Feng, even his women are ridiculously strong,' Mao Shun thought.
He knew the only reason he could take down an opponent at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm, despite only being at the 1st stage of the same realm, was because he possessed a Primordial Chaos cultivation technique and one of the most powerful artifacts in existence.
But seeing Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang holding their own so well meant they also had incredibly strong cultivation techniques.
Before long, the battle was over, and Feng Fan did what he did best—looted everything from his fallen opponents.
Standing over the unconscious group, he let out an evil chuckle. "Lucky for you guys, I'm in a good mood today. I'll let this slide with just this measly sum of qi stones."
If his enemies had been awake to hear him, they'd probably cough up blood and faint all over again. After all, what Feng Fan had taken wasn't measly at all, it was their entire fortune.
In total, he had looted a whopping half a million mid-grade qi stones.
Unfortunately, after experiencing the luxury of high-grade qi stones, mid-grade ones barely felt worth the effort.
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"The way that guy talked… it sounds like there are a lot of people here," Huang Xue pointed out.
Feng Fan nodded, agreeing with her. He'd gotten the same impression.
"It doesn't matter. Let's just be more careful from now on. If the others are only as strong as those guys, we won't have much to worry about anyway."
After dealing with his good friends, who generously donated some pocket change for groceries, Feng Fan and his group continued their journey toward the ice castle at the center of the city.
It didn't take long before their next opponents showed up.
Ten vortexes, similar to the ones that had appeared the first moment they arrived at the ice city, once again appeared in front of them. Instead of a single ice knight, five ice knights and five ice horses materialized in front of them.
Each knight was mounted on a horse, holding a spear and aiming directly at them.
"One for each. Looks like they're inviting us to dance," Feng Fan said, pulling the Suppression Relic out of his space ring. "Too bad I already have a partner."
The knight closest to Feng Fan charged at him on its horse, the spear freezing the air around it. Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic and slammed it against the knight's spear.
The impact sent Feng Fan skidding back a few meters.
"Damnit! Who was the bastard that gave them horses? Don't let me catch you!" Feng Fan complained.
Before the knight could attack again, Feng Fan quickly activated his spiritual qi vision to locate their cores.
"Xue Qiang, your knight's core is on its head, and the horse's core is on its stomach."
"Huang Xue, your knight's core is on its left thigh, and the horse's core is on its head."
"Su Xiaoli, your knight's core is on its dantian, and the horse's core is on its right front paw."
"Mao Shun, your knight's core is on its right arm, and the horse's core is on its chest."
Feng Fan quickly shared the weak spots of their enemies with everyone before the fight. This way, they could handle their opponents more efficiently.
Feng Fan's group nodded and quickly adjusted their attacks, targeting their opponents' weak spots.
After Feng Fan finished speaking, the ice knight charged at him again. Instead of blocking, he leaped into the air. Using his spiritual qi vision, he pinpointed the knight's weak spot—the neck. As for the horse's weakness, it was directly beneath its rider.
Once positioned precisely above the knight, Feng Fan threw the Suppression Relic with full force. It shot downward like a comet, piercing through the knight's head, shattering its core, and continuing straight into the horse's core.
"Two birds with one stone, not too shabby," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
After taking down both the knight and its horse, Feng Fan landed on the ground with all the grace of an elephant. He scanned the battlefield, watching the others fight.
Their battles were nearly over, so he chose not to interfere. Two minutes later, they had finished off their opponents.
As they moved closer to the ice castle, they encountered more people. Now, Feng Fan and his group stood atop a two-story ice building, watching a confrontation unfold below.
In a small plaza, two groups faced each other, their eyes filled with murderous intent. Mao Shun's expression flickered when he recognized one of those groups: ten individuals wearing Taoist robes adorned with a feather on the chest.
"The ones with the feather on their chest are from the Mao family," Mao Shun said, his expression turning cold.
After his parents' death, he held no goodwill toward the Mao family. In his eyes, most of them were just as guilty as his uncle, Mao Hu.
Feng Fan raised an eyebrow. "Even the Mao Empire's royal family is here? What does this Dao Domain have that could attract a group as powerful as them?"
Despite his curiosity, he wasn't concerned. Everyone before him was only at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm. He didn't believe any of them could pose a real threat.
'Since there aren't any Nascent Soul realm experts here, this domain must have restrictions… I wonder what kind of expert created such a powerful place, one strong enough to make even a powerhouse like the Mao family obey its rules,' Feng Fan mused, his expression thoughtful.
But a smirk soon tugged at his lips.
"Brother Mao, since your family is here, why don't we go say hello?"
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"Jia Jiang, I'm surprised the Jia family sent you here. Aren't they afraid of losing their little genius?" said a man from the Mao family, who seemed to be leading the group of ten.
Jia Jiang, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, looked at him with clear disdain.
"And who's going to kill me? You? Xie Liwei? You're nothing but the Mao family's lapdog!"
Despite his group being outnumbered, Jia Jiang showed no fear.
Xie Liwei's expression darkened. He wasn't a direct descendant of the Mao family but an adopted son trained under their banner. The Mao family had strict rules, adopted members couldn't take the Mao surname and were given the Xie name instead.
Xie Liwei's greatest ambition was to marry into the Mao family and have a son who carried their name. But to achieve that, he had to prove his worth and showcase his strength.
"Hmph. Jia Jiang, let's see if you can still run your mouth after I cut out your tongue!" Xie Liwei sneered, drawing his sword from his space ring.
As Xie Liwei gripped his sword, the members of the Mao family, along with Jia Jiang and the members of the Jia family, followed suit. The fight was about to begin.
"Ah, gentlemen, there's no need for violence. Why don't we have a little chat instead?"
A calm voice cut through the tension as if the brewing battle was of no concern.
It was Feng Fan, strolling in casually with Mao Shun, Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang by his side.
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"Who dares to—" Xie Liwei was already annoyed with Jia Jiang, and the interruption only made him angrier.
But when his eyes landed on the group that had just arrived, his expression quickly turned to one of pure joy.
"Mao Shun!" he exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement.
Xie Liwei laughed loudly. "Who would've thought you'd be here too? The heavens are looking after me!"
Xie Liwei was already imagining the rewards he'd receive. He was sure his dreams would come true once he delivered Mao Shun's head to Mao Hu!
He completely ignored Feng Fan's words, his eyes fixed solely on Mao Shun.
Feng Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly. "I know Brother Mao is handsome, but is there really a need to drool over him? Also, I don't think he swings that way, so you'll have to find someone else who aligns better with your tastes…"
Feng Fan's words made Xie Liwei freeze. "What? I—"
He was about to deny it, but before he could finish his sentence, Feng Fan closed the distance between them in an instant. He placed his hand on Xie Liwei's shoulder, looking at him with a pitiful expression.
"It's okay, man. There are plenty of birds in the sky. I know a friend who also swings that way. I could introduce you!"
Xie Liwei's anger flared. "Fuck off!"
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Feng Fan feigned a pained expression. "Ah… I was just trying to make friends, and now this… it's so hard to be a good person these days…"
Su Xiaoli, watching the scene in front of her, couldn't help but chuckle. 'If you're a good person, then there must be no evil people in the world.'
A vein throbbed on Xie Liwei's forehead. "That's enough! I'm going to kill you, then take Mao Shun's head!"
Feng Fan smirked. "You really hurt my feelings, now I'm going to have to ask for compensation!"
He grabbed the sword Xie Liwei was pointing at him with his left hand and pulled him in closer.
"Wh—"
Xie Liwei was caught off guard by the sudden pull, but before he could process what was happening, Feng Fan's right fist collided with his face!
"You even had the nerve to hit my fist with your face... Looks like I'll have to raise the compensation," Feng Fan said, his expression serious.
For a Qi cultivator, allowing someone who cultivated the body to get close was as good as asking for death. Luckily for Xie Liwei, Feng Fan hadn't used all his strength, or his head would have exploded.
Xie Liwei's nose shattered as he was thrown backward, crashing to the ground several meters away from where he had been struck. The other members of the Mao family stood in shock, not expecting Feng Fan to strike so suddenly.
"No need to wait for me, everyone. Please, continue with your fight. I'll just take my compensation from this gentleman here," Feng Fan said, walking toward the unconscious Xie Liwei.
His words snapped the other nine cultivators from the Mao family back to their senses.
"Bastard! How dare you attack someone from my Mao family!" one of them shouted.
They quickly surrounded Feng Fan, their weapons glowing with spiritual qi as they charged at him.
The sight of so many charging at him only made Feng Fan's smile grow wider. "So many are eager to give me compensation... Well, it would be rude of me to refuse!"
Despite his relaxed expression, Feng Fan didn't dare take all those attacks head-on. With a leap, he sprang into the air, dodging the incoming weapons as they sliced through the empty space below.
Gripping his trusty brick, he activated his weapon enlargement technique. The Suppression Relic expanded rapidly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he hurled it down at his attackers.
Boom!
Two cultivators from the Mao family, too slow to react, were nearly crushed under the force, multiple bones in their bodies broken. The other seven who barely managed to avoid the attack glared at Feng Fan in anger.
As Feng Fan shrunk the Suppression Relic and descended back to the ground, they rushed at him again. But this time, Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, Xue Qiang, and Mao Shun moved to intercept. Their weapons came down swiftly, directly targeting the Mao family's remaining members.
Jia Jiang watched the chaotic battle in surprise. The Jia family had been about to confront the Mao family, but it seemed others eager for a fight had jumped in on their behalf!
What shocked him even more was that, despite their lower cultivation levels, the newcomers were gaining the upper hand.
Only Xue Qiang was struggling against her opponent. Unable to use her fire arts within the Ice Domain, she had no choice but to rely on pure spiritual qi to enhance her spear.
Even her special techniques were limited, as all of them relied on fire in some way.
Xue Qiang's opponent was an ugly woman wielding a spear as well. She looked at Xue Qiang with disdain. "Is that all you've got?"
A yellow bird materialized behind her as she unleashed a flurry of attacks infused with wind spiritual qi, making them even faster than usual.
Xue Qiang's expression hardened. She tried to parry, but there were too many strikes. Forced to prioritize protecting her vital areas, she couldn't completely avoid the assault.
The woman from the Mao family managed to land several hits, drawing blood and tearing Xue Qiang's clothes.
Seeing Xue Qiang's sorry state, the woman smirked with malice. "I hate pretty women. I'll enjoy disfiguring your face!"
She lunged at Xue Qiang, her spear aimed straight at her face. But Xue Qiang remained calm, her expression unchanged, as if the incoming attack meant nothing.
With a graceful movement, she traced a small arc with her spear, subtly deflecting the strike. Before the woman could react, Xue Qiang infused her right leg with spiritual qi and delivered a powerful kick to her stomach.
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The woman staggered back, clutching her stomach as pain twisted her expression.
"You bitch, I'll kill you!" she snapped, fury burning in her eyes.
Gripping her spear tightly, she prepared to charge again, but before she could take a step, a voice sounded behind her.
"Why are you mad at her just for being pretty? Isn't that a bit petty?"
She barely had time to react before a brick came crashing down on her head. Her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.
Feng Fan shook his head. "What a shameful display."
He conveniently ignored the fact that he also disliked handsome men, simply because he wasn't one.
After the woman lost consciousness, Feng Fan quickly swiped her space ring before turning to Xue Qiang.
"Qinqin, are you alright?"
Xue Qiang's expression softened. "I'm fine, thanks, Fanfan."
Jia Jiang approached them, interrupting the conversation. He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the Jia family, I thank you for your help."
He stole a quick glance at Mao Shun, admiration flashing in his eyes. 'So this is the late emperor's son… Truly a dragon among men. A tiger father will never beget a dog son.'
The Jia family held considerable power within the Mao Empire. Though they couldn't compare to the Mao family, they weren't too far behind.
Feng Fan smiled at Jia Jiang. Since they had a common enemy, it didn't hurt to show some courtesy.
"No problem. Since they tried to attack my friend, I had to deal with them," Feng Fan said, conveniently leaving out the fact that his real motivation was stealing their qi stones.
'The Mao family is filthy rich! Even their Golden Core Formation realm cultivators are loaded!' he thought, barely holding back his excitement. 'Too bad they don't have high-grade qi stones…'
If the Mao family members knew what he was thinking, they would cough up blood in fury.
High-grade qi stones were strictly controlled by the Dao Seeking School. Even the empire's strongest vassals weren't allowed to mine them.
Jia Jiang nodded. "My name is Jia Jiang. May I know your names and where you're from?"
"I'm Feng Fan. You should know Brother Shu. The red-haired lady is Xue Qiang, the blue-haired one is Huang Xue, and the last one is Su Xiaoli," Feng Fan replied. "We were on our way to the Qian Empire when we stumbled upon this place by accident. Brother Jia, do you know why so many people are gathered here?"
Although he used their real names, Feng Fan lied about everything else. Since they were on the run, it was best to keep their true destination a secret.
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"Entered by accident?" Jia Jiang asked, clearly surprised. "Brother Feng… that's truly unexpected. Everyone else came here because they believe an immortal's inheritance is hidden within this place."
"An immortal's inheritance?!" Feng Fan was taken aback. "What makes them think that?"
Jia Jiang noticed Feng Fan was genuinely clueless and patiently explained, "Only immortals can create a Dao Domain like this. Even experts at the Immortal Ascension realm are incapable of doing so."
Hearing this, Feng Fan smiled bitterly as he recalled the figure inside the sinister Dao Domain where they had been trapped.
'Does this mean I've just made an enemy out of an immortal?'
"I see. Thanks for sharing that information, Brother Jia."
Jia Jiang shook his head. "It's not really a secret. Anyone here could have told you the same. This place was suddenly discovered a few weeks ago, drawing a lot of attention."
"Many families and sects from across the Dao Seeking School's territory sent their disciples here. If the Dao Domain didn't restrict entry to Golden Core Formation experts and below, this place would be swarming with Return to Void cultivators, and we wouldn't stand a chance at exploring it."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Jia Jiang, Feng Fan and his group set off again. As they moved forward, they encountered fewer people, but the enemies grew in quantity and strength.
In front of one of the gates leading directly to the ice castle, they surrounded a massive ice bear, its body emanating a strong, icy chill.
"This thing has three cores. One in its dantian, another in the center of its chest, and the last one in its head," Feng Fan said, pointing out its weaknesses.
Mao Shun was the first to act. He leaped ten meters into the air, high enough to be at eye-level with the ice bear.
His hammer swung in a wide arc, aiming to crush the bear's head with one powerful blow. But the bear, surprisingly agile for its size, crouched slightly, dodging Mao Shun's strike by a hair's breadth.
Mao Shun's expression shifted in surprise, caught off guard by the miss. Before he could retreat, the bear launched an uppercut directly at him, cutting off his path to the ground.
Mao Shun quickly tried to swing his hammer to block the bear's uppercut, but he wouldn't make it in time. Luckily, the Suppression Relic came to his aid.
The relic struck the bear's arm, deflecting the blow just enough for Mao Shun to land safely on the ground.
"Thanks, Brother Feng!" Mao Shun called out, giving Feng Fan an appreciative look.
Feng Fan nodded, his expression serious. 'We haven't even reached the castle yet, and there's already such a strong enemy.'
The bear was not only powerful but also extremely agile. Its core, hidden within massive chunks of ice, also made it tough and resilient.
"Let's attack together," Feng Fan suggested. "Qinqin, aim for the head with me. Mao Shun and Huang Xue, target the chest. Xiao'er, focus on the dantian."
The others nodded, swiftly moving into position.
Xue Qiang leaped high, reaching the same height Mao Shun had before. Feng Fan mirrored her actions from the opposite side of the bear.
As Xue Qiang thrust her spear, charged with spiritual qi, Feng Fan punched directly at the bear's neck.
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Instead of protecting its head, the ice bear raised its paws to shield the cores in its chest and dantian. Su Xiaoli, Mao Shun, and Huang Xue's attacks shattered the paws and pierced its body, but they weren't strong enough to reach the cores.
As for the bear's head, left completely unguarded, Xue Qiang drove her spear through its core, while Feng Fan's punch blasted the entire head apart.
The five of them landed, preparing to finish off the remaining cores, but to their shock, the bear's head regenerated in a breath of time, along with a brand-new core!
Feng Fan's expression darkened. "The core in its head just regenerated! We have to destroy all three at the same time to kill it for good."
Before they could act, the bear finally went on the offensive. Its right paw swung down with immense force, aiming at Mao Shun—the first to strike it.
"Hmph." Mao Shun raised his hammer and swung upward to meet the attack.
The impact shattered the bear's paw, but the force drove him a few centimeters into the ground, sending shockwaves through his body. His insides churned from the collision.
He felt blood rising in his throat, but he clenched his teeth and swallowed it back, refusing to show weakness.
The bear didn't stop after its first attack. It crouched low and swung its other paw in a wide horizontal arc.
Xue Qiang and Huang Xue leaped into the air to evade, but Feng Fan and Su Xiaoli, who were closer to Mao Shun, didn't. They had noticed that Mao Shun wouldn't be able to dodge in time.
Su Xiaoli and Feng Fan moved in sync, stepping between him and the incoming strike.
Feng Fan clenched his fist, channeling spiritual qi before throwing a powerful punch forward. At the same time, Su Xiaoli swung her metal fan, unleashing razor-sharp winds strong enough to cut through steel.
Their combined attack shattered the bear's arms into pieces, but the creature didn't seem to care. It felt no pain; it was a killing machine, built to destroy every intruder without fail.
The bear's arms regenerated quickly, but it was just enough time for them to strike.
"Attack!" Feng Fan yelled, trying to sync their strikes against the cores once more.
Feng Fan and Xue Qiang leaped toward the bear's head, Mao Shun and Huang Xue targeted its chest, and Su Xiaoli aimed for its dantian.
One of the bear's paws suddenly swung toward Xue Qiang, catching her off guard. Forced to defend, she used her spear to block the attack instead of striking. However, this created an opening for Feng Fan, who once again blasted the bear's head into a pulp, destroying one of its cores.
The bear's other arm struck at Su Xiaoli. She raised her metal fan to block, but she was a fraction too slow. The impact sent her flying into an ice house.
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Pain flared across her back, but she quickly got back on her feet. Fortunately, she had managed to dissipate most of the attack with her fan.
This opening allowed Huang Xue and Mao Shun to destroy the bear's chest, shattering its second core.
After destroying two cores, they landed on the ground, only to watch in horror as the bear's shattered body and cores regenerated in a breath of time.
Feng Fan clicked his tongue. "Is there no end to this? This thing is harder to kill than a flying cockroach."
Mao Shun's expression darkened. He tightened his grip on his hammer and raised it high, as if calling thunder from the skies.
"Leave it to me!" he declared.
"Primordial Refining Scripture!" he shouted, unleashing the power of his cultivation art.
To everyone's surprise, Mao Shun's appearance and demeanor changed right before their eyes.
His long blond hair darkened and shortened, while his muscles swelled to nearly three times their original size, almost tearing his clothes apart. His eyes grew sharper, filled with a newfound seriousness.
"I'll handle this big guy," Mao Shun said, his voice hoarse and completely different from before.
Feng Fan stared at him, baffled. "What the heck? Is this a Super Saiyan transformation? Shouldn't they go from short dark hair to long blond hair? Why is it the opposite with this guy?"
Su Xiaoli, Xue Qiang, and Huang Xue were surprised, but not as much as Feng Fan. They recalled how Tan Wei had undergone a similar transformation in front of them and wondered if there was a connection between their techniques.
Mao Shun kicked off the ground with force, propelling himself dozens of meters into the air, far above the bear's height. With a single hand, he raised his hammer over his head.
Sensing the danger, the bear instinctively moved both paws to block.
"Hmph." Mao Shun scoffed at its futile defense.
A massive anvil materialized beneath the bear, lifting it higher—bringing it closer to Mao Shun. In Mao Shun's eyes, everything was clear. The bear was nothing more than raw material, waiting to be refined.
Like a blacksmith striking molten metal, he swung.
His hammer smashed through the bear's paws like they were nothing.
Then, it crushed its head.
The blow continued downward, shattering its chest.
Then, the dantian was obliterated.
Clang!
The hammer slammed onto the anvil, coming to an abrupt halt.
Mao Shun raised his hammer once more and struck. Blow after blow, the ice and cores that made up the ice bear shrank and changed shape.
Until finally, something emerged for all to see—a pair of crystal-blue forearm guards.
As the anvil vanished, Mao Shun returned to his usual appearance. At the same time, the forearm guards dissolved into spiritual qi and seeped into the ground.
Feng Fan quickly approached, his face full of questions. "Brother Mao, that was incredible! What was that?"
Mao Shun gave a polite smile. "It's part of my cultivation technique, I think. I'm not entirely sure why the transformation happens, though."
"Well, whatever it was, it solved our problem. Now we can finally enter the ice castle," Feng Fan said, turning his gaze toward the massive gate the ice bear had been guarding.
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When Feng Fan passed through the ice castle's gate, he felt a familiar sensation, one he had experienced when stepping through portals to pocket dimensions.
'How is this place so big?' he thought, stunned by the scene before him.
A vast garden of ice flowers and trees stretched for dozens of kilometers. Beyond the garden stood another gate, leading to the castle's inner chambers.
'There's no way I'm wrong. This place is infused with Dao laws that manipulate space, making it far larger than it appears from the outside,' he concluded.
"This place is so beautiful," Su Xiaoli murmured, her gaze filled with wonder as she admired the frozen landscape.
A wave of nostalgia washed over her; it felt like stepping back into her childhood.
Feng Fan stepped off the garden path and picked three ice flowers. He handed one to Su Xiaoli, Xue Qiang, and Huang Xue.
"For you, ladies," he said with a smile.
Xue Qiang's face twitched slightly as she watched him give flowers to Su Xiaoli and Huang Xue, but she chose to stay silent.
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They continued along the path, and for a while, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That changed when they reached the halfway point to the inner gate.
The once-quiet trees suddenly grew several times larger. Sharp thorns sprouted from their branches, and in an instant, the trees began lashing out like whips, aiming straight at Feng Fan and his group.
"Goddamn it! Mother Nature, I swear I'm just a broke guy; I didn't contribute that much to global warming!" Feng Fan complained aloud.
Even though he had time to joke, his hands moved like lightning, blocking the incoming branches as he sprinted toward the inner gate. The others were in a similar predicament, but they couldn't match his speed, making it harder for them to defend against the attacks.
'They're falling behind, and the trees are getting more aggressive by the second,' Feng Fan thought as he glanced back at his group.
Xue Qiang was struggling the most since her fire cultivation technique was being suppressed. Seeing this, Feng Fan dashed toward her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Excuse me, miss. Your ride has arrived!" he joked, holding her securely.
Xue Qiang smiled at his words. Instead of gripping her spear with both hands, she shifted to a one-handed hold, using her free hand to grab onto Feng Fan. With that, they tore through the corridor of trees at full speed.
"You're good to go now, miss," Feng Fan said as he set Xue Qiang down near the inner gate before rushing back to help the others.
The trees didn't attack those near the inner gates, making it a safe spot for Xue Qiang to wait for the others.
Feng Fan's next target was Mao Shun.
Although Mao Shun's cultivation technique granted him immense strength, speed was his biggest weakness. In this trial, brute force wasn't the key—speed was. One needed to block incoming attacks while escaping the garden as quickly as possible.
Feng Fan rushed to his side and said, "Let me apologize in advance, Brother Mao. I know you've got a tough body and can handle it!"
Mao Shun blinked in confusion at Feng Fan's sudden appearance. "Uh, what do you—"
Before he could finish, Feng Fan grabbed his left arm and yanked him forward with all his strength.
By the time Mao Shun reached the inner gate, his face was as pale as a ghost. "T-Thank you, B-Brother Feng."
Feng Fan didn't respond. Instead, he immediately dashed back, grabbing Huang Xue and then Su Xiaoli. Once everyone was safely in front of the inner gate, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, everyone's safe." He stretched his arms and groaned. "This place is absolute garbage. The difficulty keeps increasing, but where the hell are the rewards? What kind of immortal trial is this? At least toss us some qi stones for our troubles!"
As if responding to his complaint, a small vortex appeared behind Feng Fan's head and hurled five hailstones at him.
"Ouch! Ouch!" Feng Fan yelped, jumping in fright before rubbing the back of his head.
He spun around just in time to see the vortex fading away. His bloodshot eyes locked onto it.
"Damn it! Whoever owns this place, you're stingy as hell!" he shouted, afraid he wasn't loud enough to be heard.
This time, no response came—no vortex, no hailstones. But his group couldn't hold back their laughter.
"Stop laughing! Let's go!" Feng Fan huffed before stepping into the castle.
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"Wake up, trash!" a man sneered, mercilessly kicking the figure sprawled on the ground.
Xie Liwei jolted awake, a sharp pain stabbing through his stomach. He instinctively opened his eyes, ready to complain, but the moment he saw the person standing over him, his breath hitched.
The man's narrowed eyes burned with anger as he glared down at him.
Xie Liwei's body tensed. He prostrated on the ground. "B-Brother Rong, I'm sorry!"
Mao Rong was the seventh son of the Mao Emperor. While his political influence wasn't big within the empire, he was still a direct descendant of the ruling family, making his status far above most.
As an adopted son of the Mao family, Xie Liwei didn't even dare to meet his gaze, terrified of offending him.
Mao Rong stomped on Xie Liwei's head. "Since when did trash like you have the right to call me 'Brother'?"
The followers behind Mao Rong chuckled, enjoying the humiliation.
"I-I'm sorry, Young Master Rong," Xie Liwei gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger and pain as he bowed his head in submission.
Mao Rong scoffed, pulling his foot away. Stomping on Xie Liwei any longer felt beneath him. "Losing was bad enough, but you dared to lose to Mao Shun?" His voice was ice-cold.
"He had help! They were too strong, I swear!" Xie Liwei blurted out in desperation.
"I don't want excuses," Mao Rong said flatly. "I'll deal with Mao Shun myself. You—go back to the family and wait for your punishment."
Xie Liwei's body trembled at his words. "Y-Yes, Young Master Rong."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC203 Let's Show Him Later How Polite We Can Be
After passing through the inner gates, Feng Fan and his group entered a vast chamber where nearly a hundred cultivators were scattered throughout the space.
Without exception, every single one of them had reached the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm.
"How did these weaklings make it here alive?" a muscular, bearded man scoffed, eyeing Feng Fan's group with disdain.
"Why does it matter, Hao Chen? Their presence has nothing to do with you," another man replied indifferently. "What's important is that we're almost at the required number to proceed."
Hao Chen shot the speaker, Liu Boqin, a look of contempt. "Hmph. Liu Boqin, you'd do well to keep your mouth shut unless you want me to crush you."
Liu Boqin remained silent, simply closing his eyes as if uninterested in further conversation.
'A required number of people?' Feng Fan thought, scanning the chamber until his gaze landed on a massive door wrapped in thick ice chains. Above it, a counter displayed a glowing number: 5.
'So we need five more people before the door opens?'
Feng Fan moved a little away from the door and sat on the ground. "Let's wait."
The others sat close to him.
They didn't have to wait long. Just a few minutes later, another group arrived, bringing more than enough people to open the gates.
"Isn't that the Mao Emperor's seventh son, Mao Rong? I didn't expect the emperor to send his own child here."
Hearing the name, Mao Shun's expression darkened. He quickly turned toward the newcomers—a group of seven, led by a young man with an air of arrogance.
Mao Rong locked eyes with Mao Shun and smirked. "Mao Shun, I was looking for you. You really are an idiot for coming here."
The crowd watched with interest, eager to see a battle between Mao Shun's group and Mao Rong's. However, no one expected Mao Shun to stand a chance.
Not only was Mao Rong at a higher cultivation level, but he was also a genius cultivating a Heavenly-graded technique.
Before Mao Rong could make a move, a loud rumbling sound echoed through the chamber. The counter above the massive door reached 0, and the thick ice chains slowly unraveled. Moments later, the door creaked open on its own, inviting everyone inside.
Seeing the path clearing and others beginning to enter, Mao Rong gave Mao Shun one last, condescending glance. "Consider yourself lucky, you get to live for a few more hours."
With that, he turned and led his group through the doorway.
"Mao Shun, it looks like your cousin is asking for a beating. Let's show him later how polite we can be," Feng Fan said with a grin, his eyes fixed on Mao Rong's back.
Mao Shun smirked. "I think you're right, Brother Feng."
Without another word, they got up and stepped through the door.
The scene inside the second chamber was chaotic. Ice bears and knights clashed with cultivators, filling the space with the sounds of battle. On the far side of the chamber, ten tunnels stretched into the unknown.
Each time someone tried to enter a tunnel, the ice creatures would move to block their path. If one destroyed an ice creature, another one would instantly take its place, making it a useless endeavor.
"Which tunnel should we take, Fanfan?" Xue Qiang asked.
Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision and examined the tunnels, but he couldn't detect any difference between them.
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"Any of them will do," he said. "Let's just make sure we enter together."
Feng Fan took the lead, quickly summoning his trusty brick and using his weapon enlargement technique. "Follow me!"
With the Suppression Relic leading the charge, they sprinted toward the rightmost tunnel. The brick was unstoppable. Every creature in its path met the same fate: total destruction.
Even those that didn't perish immediately, their cores still intact, took too long to regenerate. By the time they reformed, Feng Fan and his group were already long gone.
After Feng Fan and his group entered the tunnel, the creatures that had been fiercely guarding it suddenly turned back. It was as if they only cared about preventing entry; once someone passed through, they were no longer a concern.
Seeing this, the group slowed their pace, carefully watching for any traps. Feng Fan kept his spiritual qi vision active the entire time but didn't notice anything unusual.
They continued forward without obstacles until they reached another chamber. They weren't alone; two other groups had already arrived, standing still and staring at something in the center.
It was Hao Chen's group and Liu Boqin's group.
At the heart of the chamber stood a towering figure—a five-meter-tall woman made entirely of ice. She held an ice spear, and a crown sat atop her head, marking her as a queen.
"Those seeking the Frozen Legacy, prove your worth," the queen declared, pointing her spear at Hao Chen's group, the closest to her.
Her words took everyone by surprise. This was the first time since arriving that a creature had spoken to them!
But while others were stunned, Feng Fan wasn't paying attention to the queen's words. His expression darkened as he observed her with his spiritual qi vision.
Thirty cores were fueling her power.
And that wasn't even the worst part. Half of the cores were inside the ice queen, but the other half were scattered throughout the room, each linked by faint energy threads. It was clear they were responsible for strengthening her.
'We're screwed,' he thought.
A vortex formed at the tip of the queen's spear, pulling in ice spiritual qi at an alarming rate. The sheer force of it shattered the limits of what should be possible for a Golden Core Formation cultivator.
This was clearly the power of the Nascent Soul realm!
A crystal-clear beam shot out from the spear, streaking toward Hao Chen's group with terrifying speed. Just sensing its power made the hairs on Hao Chen's neck stand on end.
"Don't try to block it; run!" he shouted before dashing away as fast as he could to escape the queen's attack.
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Hao Chen managed to escape in time, but the same couldn't be said for everyone in his group. Two of his companions, unable to move fast enough, were struck by the queen's attack.
Their horrified expressions and running postures were frozen in place—forever.
Hao Chen's face darkened. A single attack had wiped out a third of his group!
While his team was reeling from the loss, Liu Boqin's group took advantage of the situation. Acting together, all six of them launched an assault, striking different parts of the queen and smashing her into pieces.
Her attacks were devastating, but her movements were much slower than the ice bears and knights, making her an easy target.
"That was easy! And that bastard Hao Chen even lost two men as a bonus, really not bad!" one of Liu Boqin's men said with a confident smirk.
But his smirk didn't last.
Before he could react, the shattered ice queen regenerated in an instant, her spear already aimed straight at him.
Boom!
Another beam fired, and the man who had just celebrated his victory was instantly turned into an ice statue.
"B-Brother Guo! H-How is that possible?!" a woman from Liu Boqin's group cried out as she backed away in fear. "We completely destroyed her; she should be dead!"
Seeing his teammate die so easily, Liu Boqin narrowed his eyes and quickly retreated with his group.
'As I thought… she's not that easy to kill.'
Realizing that taking down the queen with a single group would be nearly impossible, Feng Fan quickly raised his voice for everyone to hear.
"Listen up! There are exactly thirty cores empowering the queen. Fifteen inside her body and fifteen hidden throughout the room, embedded in the walls and ceiling. I'll pinpoint their locations. If we don't coordinate our attacks, we're all as good as dead!"
Liu Boqin's expression turned serious. He couldn't confirm whether Feng Fan was telling the truth, let alone locate the cores himself. But after witnessing the queen's regeneration, he knew at least some of them had to be hidden outside her body.
Hao Chen, however, scoffed. "And why should we believe you? You expect us to trust that you can see what none of us can?" His tone dripped with disdain as he glared at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan ignored Hao Chen's question and instead demonstrated proof that no one could deny.
He manipulated the heavenly laws, creating small-scale arrays with a single purpose: illuminating the exact locations of the hidden cores. Moving like a cheetah, he dashed across the chamber, placing the arrays where the cores were embedded.
"If you still don't believe me, just strike where you see the arrays. The cores are right beneath them," Feng Fan said, looking directly at Hao Chen.
"Hmph." Though skeptical, Hao Chen followed his instructions. To his surprise, there really was a core hidden beneath the marked spot.
The moment he touched it, the queen's spear immediately locked onto him. A powerful energy beam fired in his direction, but he managed to dodge just in time.
"Fine, I believe you," Hao Chen admitted grudgingly.
Feng Fan nodded and quickly assigned tasks. "Liu Boqin, you and your group take care of the cores on the left. Hao Chen, you handle the right. My group will destroy the cores inside the queen."
Liu Boqin raised an eyebrow, surprised. Feng Fan's group had the weakest cultivation among them, yet he had taken on the most dangerous task.
Feng Fan knew that if he had assigned the hardest job to anyone else, they would have protested. So he took it upon himself.
Liu Boqin's group had just lost a member to the queen, and they weren't eager to lose another. Hao Chen's group had suffered even worse, with two casualties of their own.
Before launching his attack, Feng Fan struck one of the cores, creating a small crater in the wall. The ice quickly regenerated, along with the core, but he had achieved his goal—the ice queen's attention was now on him.
She turned sharply, her spear aimed directly at him as she fired another deadly beam.
"Let's go!" Feng Fan shouted, moving without pause to dodge her attacks.
He knew he was the fastest in his group, so it was best to draw the queen's aggression onto himself. That way, the others could attack without worrying about being targeted.
When Feng Fan circled the queen and got into position, he shouted loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Now! Don't hold back!"
The others nodded and sprang into action. Each unleashed their strongest attack on the queen, while the other groups targeted the scattered cores outside her body.
Spiritual qi surged through the chamber as dazzling energy waves filled the air. The once dimly lit room now glowed brightly under the combined power of fourteen Golden Core Formation cultivators attacking at the same time.
The ice queen shattered like glass, breaking into countless pieces along with her cores. As the spiritual qi in the air settled, the craters left by the attacks slowly regenerated—but this time, the queen didn't reform. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire
A brief moment after her destruction, the ice on the opposite side of the chamber began to shift. Stairs leading upward emerged, inviting them forward.
"Haha! Good job, everyone! I'm going first!" Hao Chen laughed, dashing toward the stairs with his group right behind him. "The immortal legacy shall be mine!"
Liu Boqin gave Feng Fan a nod before following suit, leading his group toward the newly revealed path.
Feng Fan glanced at his companions, ensuring everyone was unharmed before moving toward the stairs. Once the last of those who had fought the ice queen stepped through, the stairs vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Feng Fan and his group kept running up the stairs for five minutes, but the end seemed nowhere in sight. Just as impatience started to creep in, Su Xiaoli spoke, her voice laced with uncertainty.
"I… can feel something calling me. It's really close."
The voice that had led them here had returned!
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