MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC205 Silver Fan
"Let's keep moving," Feng Fan said.
It didn't take much longer for them to reach the end of the stairs. They had expected another chamber like the ones inside the ice castle, but instead, they found themselves in a completely different dimension.
Feng Fan's group stood on a platform surrounded by a translucent barrier. Around them, about forty other groups were taking in the same sight—a raging blizzard unlike anything they had seen before.
Similar staircases to the one they had emerged from were scattered across the platform, nine in total. Within moments, the stairs vanished, and the barrier around the platform dissolved, exposing them all to the furious storm.
For the first time since arriving at the ice city, Feng Fan felt cold. A deep, biting cold that reached his bones. His powerful body and qi offered no protection against it.
"Stay close, everyone," he warned.
Normally, his spiritual qi vision would allow him to see through obstacles, but whatever force controlled this domain was blocking it. Like everyone else, he could barely see beyond three meters.
Just as Feng Fan was about to ask Su Xiaoli to guide them using the voice that had called them here, the Suppression Relic inside his space ring began to hum madly.
The sudden reaction caught him off guard. 'Little Brick, what's going on?'
Then it hit him—another black plate had been found!
'Can you guide us to it?' he asked inside his mind.
Little Brick hummed in response. It could.
'Perfect.'
Before making a decision, he turned to Su Xiaoli. "Xiao'er, can you tell which direction the voice is coming from?"
Standing beside him, Su Xiaoli nodded and pointed forward.
To Feng Fan's surprise, she was pointing in the exact direction the Suppression Relic was pulling him toward.
His brows furrowed. 'Is this just a coincidence?'
"Xiao'er, take the lead. We'll follow right behind you."
Su Xiaoli led the way through the storm, the others following in a single queue. The blizzard's fierce winds and bone-chilling cold slowed their pace, each step draining their strength. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
After an hour of trudging through the snow, Xue Qiang was the first to falter. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed without a word.
Feng Fan, who was at the back of the group, caught her before she hit the ground, lifting her into a princess carry.
"Keep moving," he said, unfazed by the extra weight.
There was no turning back, so stopping wasn't an option. Instead of using his spiritual qi to shield himself, he redirected it to envelop Xue Qiang, protecting her from the cold.
The others noticed but said nothing. They could only hope Feng Fan had the endurance to hold out until they made it through the storm.
When Feng Fan had used both his body and spiritual qi to resist the cold, it was already bone-piercing. But now, with his qi protecting Xue Qiang instead, the pain was unbearable—he felt like he could pass out at any moment.
Still, he pressed on. He remembered how Xue Qiang had been willing to risk her life to help him when they first arrived on Red Pole. No matter what, even if it cost him everything, he would never abandon her here.
Feng Fan's left hand rested on Xue Qiang's round butt as he carried her, trying to focus on the good moments they had shared before their struggle for survival. It helped, even if only a little, to distract him from the pain.
Minutes passed like an eternity, but then, at last, the words he had been waiting for came.
"We're… almost there," Su Xiaoli said. Despite her cultivation technique, even she was struggling against the relentless cold.
As they kept moving, the blizzard began to thin. It wasn't that the storm had stopped—they had reached the eye of it.
Before them stood two objects:
A black circular plate, seemingly ordinary at first glance, yet carrying an undeniable sense of mystery. It emitted no aura, but no one dared to call it insignificant.
And a silver fan, radiating an intense, chilling energy. There was no doubt: the silver fan was the source of everything within the ice city.
The fan hovered in the air, about twenty meters above the ground, while the black plate orbited around it like a planet around a star.
"The voice… it's coming from that fan," Su Xiaoli said, her gaze fixed on it as if seeing a long-lost friend.
"Xiao'er, can you take the silver fan? I believe it belongs to you," Feng Fan said.
Su Xiaoli nodded, but just as she prepared to leap for it, someone beat her to it.
"Hahaha! The immortal legacy is mine!"
A booming laugh echoed as Mao Rong shot through the air, his hand reaching for the fan.
Mao Shu and Su Xiaoli's expressions darkened. They jumped after him, trying to intercept him before he could claim the treasure.
But they were too late. Mao Rong had jumped much earlier, there was no way they could reach him in time.
Then, a black object shot forward like a bullet!
The Suppression Relic, controlled by Feng Fan, burst from his space ring, hurtling toward Mao Rong at terrifying speed.
Just as Mao Rong's hand was within a meter of the silver fan, his instincts screamed at him, a deadly force was coming straight for his life!
Reacting instantly, he pulled a sword from his space ring and positioned it in front of him, barely managing to block the incoming Suppression Relic before it could smash his head to a pulp.
Mao Rong's face darkened. "Bastards! You dare stop me from claiming what's rightfully mine?"
Instead of responding, Mao Shun and Su Xiaoli launched their attacks mid-air. A chilling gust of wind and a surge of strong energy shot straight toward him.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Mao Rong summoned an azure bird behind him and slashed forward, aiming to counter their attacks.
Spiritual qi rippled through the air as the three forces collided, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The impact blasted all three of them back to their starting positions.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC206 How About Your Space Ring Instead Of Your Body?
The people behind Mao Rong charged toward Feng Fan's group, their weapons glowing with spiritual qi. Mao Rong's group had been reduced to six members, including him.
To Mao Rong, his followers were nothing more than pawns. If they proved useless or became a burden, he wouldn't hesitate to discard them.
"Heavenly Dragon Slash!"
Huang Xue, who had remained still until now, finally made her move. Her sword carved a wide horizontal arc through the air, aiming to strike all five approaching enemies at once.
If she had been facing just one opponent, she might have stood a chance. But against five cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm, her strength fell short.
Mao Rong's group advanced, dissipating her attack and pressing forward. However, her move had bought just enough time for Su Xiaoli and Mao Shun to recover.
"Sorry about this, Qinqin!" Feng Fan said as he shifted Xue Qiang onto his left shoulder, her stomach resting against it. This way, he would still have one hand free to fight.
Gripping the Suppression Relic in his right hand, he kicked off the ground.
Su Xiaoli, Mao Shun, and Huang Xue were already engaged in battle against the other five opponents. Meanwhile, Mao Rong, who had lagged slightly behind, was now closing in. His sword glowed with a brilliant blue light as he raised it high above his head.
Mid-air, Mao Rong's blade arced downward, aiming to take Mao Shun's life in a single strike. Mao Shun, locked in combat with an enemy, had no way to defend himself.
Mao Rong's eyes gleamed with excitement; he could already picture his father's delight when he brought Mao Shun's severed head home.
"Die!" Mao Rong roared as his sword slashed down toward Mao Shun's head.
Clang!
Instead of feeling his sword slicing through Mao Shun's neck, Mao Rong once again found his strike blocked—by a brick.
"Twice!" His bloodshot eyes locked onto Feng Fan, standing right in front of him. "You've stood in my way twice! I'm going to kill you, bastard!"
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Feng Fan's lips curled into a subtle smile. "I hope your wealth doesn't disappoint me."
Mao Rong had no idea what Feng Fan meant, nor did he care. He lunged forward, swinging his sword in a diagonal slash that threatened to cut through both Feng Fan and Xue Qiang, still slung over his left shoulder.
But Feng Fan already knew exactly where Mao Rong would strike, his mind-reading ability made sure of that. He stepped back with his left foot and swiftly moved his right arm to intercept the attack.
"Aren't you a little shameless?" Feng Fan, the most shameless person in the world, asked. "Aiming at an unconscious lady? Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"
Mao Rong sneered but said nothing. He responded by intensifying his attacks, refusing to give Feng Fan a moment to breathe.
Each strike was precise, aimed at Feng Fan's vitals or Xue Qiang. Forced onto the defensive, Feng Fan blocked each attack with precision, his expression calm and unbothered.
Sooner or later, Mao Rong would make a mistake, and when he did, Feng Fan would be ready to strike.
After a hundred strikes, Mao Rong's patience snapped. "All you can do is defend! How useless!"
Feng Fan smirked. "Aren't you the useless one? You can't even handle someone a few small stages weaker than you—while I'm carrying an unconscious person, no less. Honestly, I'm surprised the Mao family has managed to hold the throne for so long if this is the best they have to offer."
Mao Rong narrowed his eyes at Feng Fan but didn't let his emotions get the best of him. He stayed focused, attacking relentlessly without pause.
Feng Fan sighed. 'I thought this guy was just another hotheaded idiot, but he can actually keep his cool when it matters.'
He had been trying to provoke Mao Rong into losing control, hoping to finish the fight in one move with the Giggle of Doom, but it didn't seem like Mao Rong was going to take the bait anytime soon.
With no other choice, Feng Fan decided to take a gamble!
After blocking another of Mao Rong's attacks, he "accidentally" let the Suppression Relic slip from his hand. Seeing this, Mao Rong's eyes lit up. He thought his chance to kill Feng Fan had finally come.
"Die!" he roared, thrusting his sword straight at Feng Fan's neck.
At the last second, Feng Fan channeled all his spiritual qi into his right hand and caught the blade. The sharp edge cut into his palm, blood dripping onto the ground like a fountain, but he managed to stop the sword just millimeters from his throat.
"Useless!" Mao Rong sneered, his grin twisted with cruelty as he pushed harder.
Despite the sword at his neck, Feng Fan only smiled. "Good night, little Rong."
"Huh?" Mao Rong barely had time to react before something slammed into the back of his head.
His vision darkened instantly, and he collapsed forward, unconscious. Feng Fan stepped aside, letting Mao Rong's body hit the ground.
"Sorry, bro, I don't swing that way," Feng Fan chuckled, crouching down. "But since you're so eager to give me something, how about your space ring instead of your body?"
Mao Rong, of course, didn't answer. Taking that as a yes, Feng Fan slipped the ring off his finger.
'Good job, Little Brick! Attacking from behind is a crucial skill, one of the most important, in fact. You've learned well from your master!' Feng Fan said with a shameless grin.
After taking the space ring, Feng Fan didn't bother checking its contents, there were more important things to deal with right now.
He dashed toward one of Su Xiaoli's opponents and slammed the Suppression Relic against the back of his head. The man didn't even have time to scream before collapsing, unconscious.
"Xiao'er, hurry! Take the silver fan before more people show up!"
Su Xiaoli glanced at Feng Fan, gave a quick nod, and leaped toward the silver fan floating in the air.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC207 The Woman With The Zither
"Stop!"
Seeing Su Xiaoli move toward the silver fan, her remaining opponent moved to intercept her. But before he could take a step forward, a black object appeared in front of him.
Clang!
His weapon clashed against it, forcing him back a few steps.
"Did I say you could go?" Feng Fan said with a grin.
Feng Fan, having intercepted Su Xiaoli's second opponent, engaged him in battle, refusing to give him any chance to interfere with her.
In mid-air, just as Su Xiaoli was about to grab the silver fan, an arrow shot toward her. Sensing the danger, her expression changed.
She swiftly opened her metal fan and swung it, deflecting the arrow. But in doing so, she lost her chance to take the silver fan.
Feng Fan glanced at the source of the attack and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "More uninvited guests joining the fun, huh?"
"Nice shot, Liao Juan," said Hao Chen, the leader of the newly arrived group.
Beside him, a woman holding a bow, Liao Juan, stood with her eyes locked on Su Xiaoli, making it clear she wouldn't allow her to take the silver fan so easily.
Hao Chen's group was only the beginning of the real problem. Along with him, four more groups arrived, including Liu Boqin's group—a temporary ally from their previous battle against the ice queen.
With seven different groups vying for the same prize, the fight quickly spiraled into chaos.
The eye of the blizzard wasn't large, and with more than twenty-five Golden Core Formation cultivators attacking at once, the space became a storm of spiritual qi-infused attacks.
Even standing still wasn't an option. Stray attacks flew in every direction, turning the battlefield into a place where even those not actively fighting risked being caught in the crossfire.
Instead of continuing his attacks on Mao Rong's incapacitated group, Feng Fan gathered his team and moved toward the silver fan together. Unfortunately, every time a group got close, the others would immediately turn their attacks on them.
"This is getting us nowhere! Everyone, jump as high as you can with me!" Feng Fan shouted, deciding to end things once and for all.
With Xue Qiang still on his left shoulder, he leaped sixty meters into the air.
'Little Brick, do it, but only take enough for a single attack!' Feng Fan commanded, already mourning the loss of resources he was about to suffer.
The Suppression Relic hummed in response, quickly absorbing qi stones from his space ring. Feng Fan tried not to look, but curiosity got the best of him.
One glance was all it took for his heart to ache and break into pieces.
'I'll remember your faces. I'll personally visit your clans and take your treasures!' he swore to himself. Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire
As red symbols lit up on the Suppression Relic's surface, Feng Fan and his group reached the peak of their jump. The transformation was complete.
Feng Fang hurled the Suppression Relic downward.
With each meter it fell, the relic grew larger. By the time it was about to hit the ground, its size had expanded enough to cover everyone below!
The people below noticed it too late. Their faces went pale with horror as they looked up. Panicked screams filled the air as they unleashed attacks against the falling Suppression Relic, but it was useless.
With unstoppable force, the relic crashed down, burying most of them under the snow and incapacitating the rest.
Feng Fan's team landed safely on the relic's surface. Without wasting a second, he grabbed Su Xiaoli's hand and hurled her toward the silver fan.
"Take it!" he shouted.
Su Xiaoli finally grabbed the silver fan. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, a sharp prick stung her skin, drawing blood.
Instead of staining the fan red, the weapon absorbed every drop. In an instant, her vision shifted.
Seated in a pavilion surrounded by a breathtaking garden filled with countless colorful flowers, a woman with long, beautiful silver hair played the zither. The melody was calm and soothing, the kind that could warm the heart and lull someone into a peaceful sleep.
Su Xiaoli, still carrying the sadness of being separated from her mother, felt an inexplicable sense of peace as she listened. It was as if all her worries had disappeared.
Despite the soothing melody, the woman's expression remained cold, with no trace of a smile on her face.
However, she soon stopped playing. Turning to her left, a smile appeared on her face—one so captivating it could topple cities and cause men to lose their fortunes.
That smile was meant for a single man. He walked toward the silver-haired woman, returning her smile with one of his own. "Xiao'er, your zither skills are improving. Will you compose a song for me?"
Xiao'er nodded, pausing to think for a moment before her fingers returned to the strings.
This time, the music was no longer calm and soothing. It was filled with passion. Su Xiaoli could feel her blood quicken at the sound. The music reminded her of her intimate moments with Feng Fan, stirring desire deep within her.
These thoughts caught Su Xiaoli off guard, and a mocking smile tugged at her lips. 'After all these years dealing with nobles, I thought I'd be better at controlling my emotions…'
The music suddenly stopped, and the scene around Su Xiaoli shifted completely.
Xiao'er, the woman with long silver hair, was no longer playing the zither. She stood in the midst of a battlefield, surrounded by frozen corpses. In her hand, a silver fan served as a weapon.
Countless cultivators descended from the skies, all charging at her. Their attacks shattered space and time, a clear sign of their immense power. But no matter how many came, their fate was the same.
With a single wave of her silver fan, all of them turned into frozen statues, trapped forever on the immortal battlefield.
For the first time since her appearance, the woman spoke.
"I… shall freeze the Heavens."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC208 How About Letting Us Leave Without Any Trouble?
When Su Xiaoli landed, the Suppression Relic had already returned to normal and quickly shot toward the black plate.
Knowing it would be out of commission again after absorbing the plate, Feng Fan placed it inside his space ring before turning his gaze to Su Xiaoli with anticipation.
For a few seconds after landing, Su Xiaoli remained still.
Then, slowly, her black hair turned silver, and her dark irises shifted to the same shade. Her expression became cold, and her entire presence changed. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire
Like Tan Wei and Mao Shun before her, it was as if she had become a completely different person.
"Xiao'er?" Feng Fan called.
Su Xiaoli met his gaze, her silver eyes reflecting his confusion. "I'm still me, Fan'er," she said. Her face remained emotionless, but her voice was warm.
She opened her silver fan, revealing the symbol for "Suppression" inside. With a flick of her sleeve, everyone—except her team—was forcefully expelled from the Ice Domain.
The Ice Domain rapidly shrank until only the castle remained, sealing itself off from the outside world. The powerful spiritual qi that had formed the city now surged around them.
Feng Fan felt a rush of excitement. 'Such pure spiritual qi… if I can use it to cultivate…'
With another flick of her sleeve, the blizzard around them vanished, replaced by a breathtaking garden. As Su Xiaoli walked toward Feng Fan, her hair and irises gradually turned back to black.
Ignoring Mao Shun's admiring gaze, Huang Xue standing beside Feng Fan, and Xue Qiang, still unconscious on Feng Fan's shoulder, Su Xiaoli stepped closer. She placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him toward her, pressing a deep kiss to his lips.
Mao Shun and Huang Xue watched in awkward silence, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. Even Feng Fan hadn't expected it.
After a breath of time, she pulled away, their lips parting. "Fan'er, I love you."
Feng Fan smiled at her straightforward confession and responded in kind. "Xiao'er, I love you too." He wrapped his right arm around her in a warm embrace.
Mao Shun quickly cleared his throat, snapping them out of their moment. "Uh… so, about this place… is it ours now?"
Su Xiaoli nodded. "At least until the spiritual qi fully dissipates. We should be able to cultivate here for two to four years at most."
Feng Fan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Nicely done, Xiao'er!"
Feng Fan's enthusiasm made Su Xiaoli chuckle.
"But… won't it be dangerous to stay here too long?" Huang Xue asked, concern in her voice. "A lot of people know we're here, especially those after Mao Shun. If we don't leave now, won't we end up surrounded?"
Feng Fan shook his head. "Huang Xue, you're too naive. I'm pretty sure we're already surrounded. Countless people across the Dao Seeking School territory had their eyes on this place. This is considered an immortal legacy, after all. There's no way they'd only send Golden Core Formation realm experts and just let them have it."
"Feng Fan is right," Su Xiaoli added. "I can sense many powerful auras closing in. We're safe for now, but sooner or later, we'll have to find a way out."
Feng Fan fell into deep thought for a moment before a smirk crossed his face. "I think I have a solution to our problem. Well… maybe not perfect, but it's something."
The others looked at him eagerly. "What is it, Brother Feng?"
Feng Fan's smirk widened. Instead of answering right away, he waited for Xue Qiang to wake up. Once she did, he filled her in on their situation, then revealed his plan.
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Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Thanks to the pure spiritual qi within the Ice Domain, Mao Shun, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang successfully broke through to the 2nd Nascent Soul realm, while Su Xiaoli reached the 3rd Nascent Soul realm.
Only Feng Fan remained at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm. It wasn't that he couldn't break through, he simply chose not to.
"The Ice Domain is about to collapse," Su Xiaoli said.
The others, having prepared for this moment three years ago, nodded in agreement.
"Let's stick to the plan," Feng Fan said with a confident smile. "It's risky, but it's our best shot."
Outside the Ice Domain, countless Dao Seeking and even Return To Void cultivators had been waiting. Three years of their lifespan meant little to them; it was no issue to camp here for as long as necessary.
They knew the domain wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, those inside would be forced to come out.
Their main concern wasn't dealing with the Golden Core Formation cultivators who had obtained the immortal legacy, it was how to handle the other powerful factions also vying to claim it.
Among those waiting were Mao Yuan, Qian Niu, Cai An, and Deng Yi.
They, too, were tempted by the immortal legacy, but weren't foolish enough to try and seize it for themselves. With so many powerful sects and families gathered from across the Dao Seeking School's territory, attempting to take it would be no different from courting death.
Their reason for being here was much simpler: they wanted to make sure Feng Fan's group didn't survive.
Excluding Su Xiaoli, whom the Qian Emperor and Mao Yuan wanted to capture, the rest were as good as dead in their eyes.
Mao Yuan could already envision how he would punish the brat who had dared to run away from him.
As the cultivators outside the Ice Domain debated how to divide the immortal legacy, the translucent barrier that had kept them out for three years finally trembled.
The time had come. Whether they wanted to or not, those inside would have to leave.
The old monsters stepped closer to the weakening barrier, their eyes filled with anticipation and greed.
But before it could fully collapse, a voice echoed from within.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Feng Fan. I want to ask you to give me face. How about letting us leave without any trouble?"
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC209 A Bunch Of Old Dogs Trying To Steal Candy From Children
Feng Fan's words made the old monsters burst into laughter. A junior who hadn't even left diapers was asking them to give him face?
There were only two possibilities—either he was a complete fool, or he was too full of himself. Either way, it didn't matter to them.
"Junior, hand over the immortal legacy, and we'll allow you to leave. You have my word," one of the Return to Void experts said.
Those who had come to take Feng Fan's life remained silent, knowing that the expert had no intention of protecting him. As long as they didn't kill him in front of him, there would be no consequences.
"Everyone but Mao Shun can live. He must die!" another cultivator declared, clearly from the Mao family.
A laugh echoed in response.
"It seems you people aren't very sincere. A bunch of old dogs trying to steal candy from children, how disgraceful!"
The expressions of those outside darkened. Being insulted by someone so much weaker than them only fueled their anger.
"Hmph! You're just a frog at the bottom of a well. The barrier is about to collapse. We can crush you with a thought, what makes you think you can negotiate? You've just signed your own death sentence!"
As the barrier neared its breaking point, Feng Fan chuckled and spoke one last time.
"In that case… I guess I'll just have to kill everyone here."
The old monsters laughed again, amused that such a fool had managed to obtain the immortal legacy.
But none of them noticed the dark clouds forming above, greed clouded their judgment. These weren't ordinary storm clouds—heavenly laws were woven into them, carrying an ominous power that sent an invisible chill through the air.
As the barrier finally shattered, the old monsters saw the one who had been speaking to them, Feng Fan, standing there with a confident smile and a black object in his hand.
Behind him stood four more people, none of them wielding weapons. They knew that against the powerful cultivators outside, fighting was pointless.
"Brat, let's see how daring you are now!" a Return to Void expert sneered, reaching out to grab Feng Fan.
But Feng Fan's smile never wavered. Just as the expert's hand was about to touch him, an ominous feeling surged through the old cultivator. His instincts screamed at him—run!
At that moment, the lightning tribulation finally took shape. This was no ordinary tribulation, no one in this world could survive it.
Even those who had long surpassed the Transcending Tribulation realm would perish under its might.
The sky darkened as the storm clouds stretched across hundreds of kilometers, with Feng Fan at its center. Then, nine bolts of lightning crashed down at once.
The expressions of the old monsters twisted in shock.
"T-This… this is a lightning tribulation! How is that possible?!"
The Return to Void expert who had tried to seize Feng Fan immediately turned and tore open the void in an attempt to escape. But before he could flee, a bolt of lightning struck him.
The man didn't even have time to scream, his body was instantly reduced to ashes.
Feng Fan, standing calmly beneath the storm, shook his head as he placed the Suppression Relic above him to absorb the lightning.
'What a waste… all that wealth from a Return to Void expert, gone just like that…'
"This brat is behind all this! I'll kill you!" another cultivator roared as he fled, his eyes burning with rage.
The ones who had been eager to rob Feng Fan's group were now scrambling to get away as if Feng Fan, who once seemed like a treasure trove, had turned into a deadly poison. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire
"Let's go," Feng Fan said.
Without hesitation, they flew toward the center of the Death Plains. It was the only place they had a chance to escape their pursuers. The lightning tribulation had bought them time, but it wouldn't hold their enemies back forever.
As they fled, the Suppression Relic continued to absorb the furious lightning bolts crashing down from the heavens.
The people from the Qian Empire watched Feng Fan and his group escape, their eyes burning with anger, but none of them dared to give chase.
Right now, their only priority was to get as far away as possible.
"Damn brat! I'll skin you alive!" Mao Yuan roared as he fled, his face twisted in fury.
Once again, those brats had slipped through his fingers. It was beyond humiliating.
Cai An, the sect master of the Blue Dragon Sect, wasn't just angry, he was deeply concerned.
'How does this brat keep escaping? If this keeps up…'
Feng Fan's cultivation was rising at an alarming rate, and it wasn't just him, Xue Qiang and Huang Xue had already stepped into the Nascent Soul realm.
How long had it been since they first arrived in this world? Five years? That was nothing in the lifespan of a cultivator.
'If this continues… soon, they'll be strong enough to kill us,' a chilling thought gripped Cai An's mind as he pushed forward, desperately fleeing from the wrath of the lightning tribulation.
As Feng Fan and his group raced toward the center of the Death Plains, powerful demon beasts watched them from the shadows. But the moment they sensed the heavenly tribulation's power, they scattered, just like the old cultivators who had tried to steal Su Xiaoli's legacy.
Feng Fan glanced up at the sky. The once-dark clouds were beginning to fade into a lighter gray, a clear sign that the lightning tribulation was nearing its end.
"We need to move faster. We don't have much time left."
Knowing the cultivators who had fled would soon return, Feng Fan channeled some of the lightning energy he had absorbed into the Suppression Relic.
The relic in his hand trembled as glowing red symbols spread across its surface. With a flick of a sleeve, Feng Fan enlarged it, then placed it beneath them.
As it expanded to fit all five of them, he gave a command. In an instant, their speed skyrocketed. Even Spirit Severing experts would struggle to keep up now.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC210 Return To The Origin
After the lightning tribulation faded, Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision. They not only had to escape from the old monsters eyeing Su Xiaoli's legacy but also avoid the deadly demon beasts lurking in the Death Plains.
The creatures in the center of the Death Plains were no joke. Even Return To Void experts risked death there, let alone them, with their puny Nascent Soul cultivation.
Thankfully, with Feng Fan's spiritual qi vision and the Suppression Relic's speed, they managed to steer clear of any major threats.
But no plan ever went perfectly. Just a few minutes after the tribulation ended, the first pursuer caught up.
An old woman, looking like she had one foot in the grave, sneered at them. "Brats, stop running and come greet your grandmother!" she cackled, stretching out her hand.
Space cracked as her fingers reached for them, nearly grabbing hold, until Feng Fan reacted. His eyes gleamed as he prepared to unleash the new technique he had gotten from his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul and Marrow Cleansing realms.
"A grandmother without a carrot cake to welcome me? No thanks!"
'I didn't get time to train this… I hope it works,' he thought, raising his hand toward her.
"Return To The Origin!"
Feng Fan's spiritual qi dimmed slightly as the Heavenly laws between him and the old woman distorted. Suddenly, her clothes burst apart, leaving her completely exposed—back to her birthday suit.
Two cultivators who had just arrived nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets. The wind carried the sight of sagging skin and a pair of tits drooping nearly to her belly.
The old woman, the target of Feng Fan's technique, stood frozen in disbelief. Her face turned as red as a tomato from sheer embarrassment, giving Feng Fan the perfect opportunity to escape.
Hurriedly, she pulled a spare set of clothes from her space ring, but the damage was already done.
By the time she had covered herself, Feng Fan and his group had already entered the center of the Death Plains, slipping out of their reach.
Feng Fan's new technique wasn't limited to destroying clothes—it could also break weapons, armor, and accessories, including space rings.
However, the spiritual qi required was proportional to the item's strength. In the old woman's case, his lack of practice with the technique meant he had only managed to destroy her clothes, leaving her space ring intact.
In hindsight, that worked in his favor. If he had succeeded in destroying her space ring, the spiritual qi consumption would have been far greater.
"Bastard! If I don't make you suffer, my name isn't Yang Song!" the old woman shouted before dashing toward the center of the Death Plains.
Many others who had been chasing Feng Fan's group also entered the center of the Death Plains. Most were Return To Void realm experts, while the weaker ones decided it wasn't worth the risk and backed off.
Feng Fan continued moving through the plains, carefully avoiding territories ruled by strong demon beasts. Eventually, he spotted a secluded cave hidden behind thick vines.
Sensing no demon beasts inside, he quickly led the group in.
"We'll wait here for a couple of days. The demon beasts will slow them down and make their search harder. Once things settle, we'll use the clothes I took from my friends' space rings inside the Ice Domain to disguise ourselves before leaving."
Huang Xue gave him a puzzled look. "You call those friends?"
Mao Shun and Su Xiaoli chuckled at her reaction, but Feng Fan just smiled without offering an explanation.
Feng Fan pulled out several robes with different patterns, prioritizing ones with hoods. Since there weren't enough for everyone, he also distributed masks he had found.
Huang Xue, Feng Fan, and Mao Shun wore strange masks resembling divine beasts, while Su Xiaoli and Xue Qiang used hoods to conceal their faces.
"This will do for now," Feng Fan said.
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A middle-aged man knelt before Mao Hu, his body trembling slightly.
"Your Majesty, Mao Shun... has escaped." Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire
Mao Hu, seated on his throne, gazed down at the man with a blank expression. He stroked his chin, his face shifting into a thoughtful look.
"I'm truly impressed. So many Return To Void cultivators encircled them, yet not one of them could capture a group of kids… Where is he now?"
Still trembling, the man lowered his head further. "H-He's in the center of the Death Plains. A search team is still looking for him, but the powerful demon beasts there are slowing progress. Given his low cultivation, he shouldn't be able to survive for long. It's possible he's already dead."
"Keep searching. I don't care how many years it takes. Whether he's alive or dead, I want to see his body," Mao Hu ordered. "You may leave."
The man quickly rose, relief washing over him. Without hesitation, he turned and left, fearing the emperor might change his mind and kill him on the spot.
Mao Hu wasn't known for showing any mercy to his subordinates who failed in their mission.
As soon as the doors closed, an enchanting woman emerged from behind the throne. She trailed a delicate hand along Mao Hu's cheek, caressing him with a touch full of affection.
"My love, I didn't expect you to let him go. What made you show mercy?"
Mao Hu's lips curled into a faint smile. "If I acted as you wished, I'd end up killing all my subordinates."
The woman chuckled, moving seductively onto his lap before planting a light kiss on his lips.
"Even if you kill them all, I'll still be here with you."
Mao Hu's hand slid to her right thigh, pressing gently before stroking it.
"They're still useful. When I no longer need my title as Mao Emperor and break free from the Dao Seeking School's control, then… we can kill them all to satisfy your thirst for blood, Luo Liqin."
Luo Liqin licked her lips, her eyes gleaming red. "I'll remember that promise, my love."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC211 Hot Springs?!
Three more weeks passed in a flash.
During the three years Feng Fan spent inside the Ice Domain, he not only advanced in cultivation but also improved his skills in the Array Dao. Now, he could already be considered a tier 5 Array Master.
Thanks to Feng Fan's arrays and spiritual qi vision, they had managed to stay hidden for the last three weeks.
Inside the same cave where they had first taken shelter upon arriving at the center of the Death Plains, a grill refined by Mao Shun sat in the middle of the group.
Xue Qiang kept the flames going, while Feng Fan had set up a small array around it to prevent any smoke from escaping.
Holding a grilled leg from a tier 4 demon beast, Feng Fan grinned. "Huang Xue's cooking is the best, as always!"
Huang Xue smiled at the praise, while Xue Qiang scoffed. "Next time, you can eat your food raw."
Feng Fan's smile faltered. "Ugh, Qinqin, no need to be so harsh. Your fire is the best!"
Su Xiaoli chuckled before cutting into the banter. "It's been three weeks already. Shouldn't we start heading toward the Dao Seeking School?"
Feng Fan's relaxed expression grew serious. "Yeah, it's time to move. I wonder if anything happened to the White Crow Sect while we were away… Not that we could do anything about it right now."
With no way to communicate with the outside world, they were completely in the dark.
They gathered their belongings and prepared to leave. Huang Xue wore a dragon-shaped mask, Mao Shun a turtle mask, and Feng Fan a fox mask.
Su Xiaoli and Xue Qiang didn't wear masks, but their faces were well hidden under their hoods.
They decided to use codenames when around others to avoid being recognized. Feng Fan would go by Fox, Mao Shun by Turtle, Huang Xue by Dragon, Su Xiaoli by Snow, and Xue Qiang by Fire.
This was especially important for Mao Shun, as they were heading to the Mao Empire's territory, and he would undoubtedly be a prime target there.
With Feng Fan leading the way, they left the Death Plains without trouble, avoiding both humans and demon beasts.
Ahead of them stood a towering cliff, the natural border between the Mao Empire's territory and the Death Plains.
Mao Shun gazed at it with a somber expression, his fingers brushing against the hammer on his back.
'This is where my cultivation journey began. This is where Uncle Qi died.'
His grip tightened.
'No matter how long it takes, I will avenge you—Mother, Father, Uncle Qi.'
After crossing the cliff, they came to a stop, and Feng Fan glanced at Xue Qiang.
"Qinqin, do you still have the map Elder Jiang gave you?"
Xue Qiang nodded before taking it out from her space ring. They hadn't been able to use it inside the Death Plains, but now that they were outside, Elder Jiang's map was their best guide.
She and Feng Fan studied the map carefully. The fastest route to the Dao Seeking School passed through the Mao Empire's capital, but since entering it was too dangerous, they needed to find another way.
"Let's head to the nearest city first," Feng Fan suggested. "After so long sleeping on the hard ground, I could use a real bed. Then, we'll go around the capital and reach the Dao Seeking School. It shouldn't take more than three days."
The others nodded in agreement, especially the girls, who missed having a proper bath and a comfortable place to sleep.
The nearest city was one Mao Shun knew well—Azure Sky City. It was where he had grown up after his parents were killed by his uncle.
Azure Sky City, located on the borders of the Mao Empire, was a mid-sized city with a population of nearly five million.
Entering the city again, after years spent inside the Death Plains, filled Mao Shun with a deep sense of nostalgia.
The first thing they noticed upon entering was the wanted posters. The face on it was all too familiar—Mao Shun.
Feng Fan grabbed one of the posters and chuckled. "Brother Turtle, look at this! The late emperor's son is only worth ten million mid-grade qi stones. The current emperor sure is stingy." Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire
A passing civilian overheard him and cast a wary glance.
"Hey, watch what you say. I've seen people die for far less when it comes to the Mao Emperor."
Feng Fan smiled but didn't take his words to heart. "Thanks for the warning, uncle."
After the civilian left, Mao Shun spoke up.
"I know a really good inn here. It's expensive, but considering the money we have, it shouldn't be an issue. What do you say? I think there's even a hot spring there."
At the mention of the hot spring, Su Xiaoli, Xue Qiang, and Huang Xue looked at Mao Shun with gleaming eyes.
"Hot Spring?!" they exclaimed in unison.
Feng Fan shook his head with a wry smile. "Well, I guess it's settled then. Lead the way, Brother Turtle."
Mao Shun nodded, and they quickly made their way to the inn. Though this wasn't a big city, the inn's splendor rivaled that of the finest inns in the Qian Empire's capital.
The entrance was grand, with a beautiful gate leading into a garden filled with red and blue flowers.
A few meters ahead, the main building came into view. Its size was comparable to Su Xiaoli's own house.
Feng Fan approached the counter where two concierges were located to assist customers. "Hello, we'd like to book two rooms. One for three people and another for two."
Feng Fan thought it would be better to split into two groups—if any problems arose, they'd be able to help each other.
"Which room would you prefer, sir? We have three types: Bronze, Silver, and Gold. The prices are, respectively, one mid-grade qi stone, five mid-grade qi stones, and twenty-five mid-grade qi stones per night."
At the mention of the salty prices, Feng Fan's face twitched. However, since it had been a while since he'd stayed somewhere nice, he decided to go for the best.
What's more, all the money he had was gifted to him by his friends.
"I'll take the best rooms. I'll pay for the night," Feng Fan said, handing over fifty mid-grade qi stones to the clerk.
"Thank you, customer, an employee will take you to your rooms, these are the keys."
The concierge gave two keys to Feng Fan. One of them he placed inside his space ring, while the other he gave to Xue Qiang.
It didn't take long for another employee, dressed in a black outfit similar to the concierge, to appear.
The employee led them to their rooms, which were located right next to each other. The girls took the first room, while Feng Fan and Mao Shun took the second.
As soon as Feng Fan entered, he immediately noticed a few arrays in place. The one that caught his attention the most was a tier 3 qi-gathering array.
Though a tier 3 array was no longer impressive to him, he still appreciated the decent treatment. Not to mention the two large, comfortable beds in the center of the room—and even a private pool!
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC212 Important Matters To Discuss
Su Xiaoli, Xue Qiang, and Huang Xue beamed with joy after taking their first proper shower in years!
Before this, the only way they could stay clean was by using Feng Fan's Cleaning Immortal Arts. While it was effective at removing dirt, it couldn't compare to the refreshing pleasure of a real shower.
"Let's find the hot springs!" Xue Qiang said excitedly, drying her hair with spiritual qi.
Su Xiaoli and Huang Xue eagerly nodded before dashing out of the room to ask an employee for directions. They didn't even wait for Mao Shun and Feng Fan.
After getting ready, Mao Shun and Feng Fan went next door to check on the girls. But no matter how many times they knocked, no one answered.
Feng Fan crossed his arms and smirked. "Brother Turtle, I have to say, I'm impressed. You took so long that the girls finished before you. You should get a medal for this."
Mao Shun scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Brother Fox… It's been a while since I had the chance to enjoy a real shower."
Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "I swear, I don't know who the real girls are here—you or them. Come on, let's go find them. I bet they ran off to the hot springs you were talking about."
As Feng Fan and Mao Shun walked past the bar on the first floor, a group immediately caught Feng Fan's attention. He quickly grabbed Mao Shun's arm, signaling him to stop.
At the center of the bar, two men sat drinking wine leisurely. Their outfits made it clear—they were directly under the Mao Emperor's command!
No one dared to approach them. Those who served under the emperor had the authority to kill any citizen without consequences.
Curious about their presence, Feng Fan tried to listen in on their conversation. However, an array had been set up, preventing anyone from overhearing.
With no other choice, he used his abilities to connect his mind to one of the men, tapping into his thoughts.
'The Mao Emperor's actions are getting out of hand. With the war between the Dao Seeking School and the Bloodsucker Demon Sect, capturing mortals and cultivators from other regions and sending them to the Bloodsucker Demon Sect… isn't that insane? Why did I have to get stuck with a task like this…'
Feng Fan's eyes widened. 'Colluding with the Dao Seeking School's enemies?! The Mao Emperor wants to rebel!'
A grin crept onto his lips. 'This is perfect. If we can gather proof… there's no way the Dao Seeking School would ignore this. This directly affects their war with the Bloodsucker Demon Sect.'
Then, his gaze shifted to Mao Shun. 'Maybe… if things go well, Mao Shun could even become the next Mao Emperor!'
Feng Fan continued listening to the man's thoughts. For a while, nothing significant surfaced, but soon, the exact information he needed appeared.
'The thousand captives are being held behind Mount Green. In five days, they'll be transported to Bloodsucker territory. I just need to make sure nothing goes wrong until then, and after that, I can finally return to the capital.'
Feng Fan burned the details into his memory. He would inform the others soon.
'Since the Mao Emperor is digging his own grave, let me, Feng Fan, give him a push!'
Mao Shun, who had been waiting for Feng Fan for a while, finally couldn't hold back his curiosity. "Brother Fox, what's going on?"
Feng Fan turned to him, his eyes shining as if he had found a rare treasure.
Mao Shun's eyes widened, and a shiver ran down his spine. He took a step back and quickly said, "Brother Fox, I don't swing that way! You already have Su Xiaoli, Xue Qiang, and Huang Xue!"
Feng Fan's smile instantly faded, replaced by a scowl. "What are you even thinking? Stop letting your imagination run wild! Let's go find the girls. I just discovered something interesting, I'll tell you later."
Mao Shun nodded, though his expression still showed doubt. 'I just hope Brother Feng doesn't do anything weird tonight…'
Feng Fan, who could hear Mao Shun's thoughts, felt the urge to slap him but held back. "Let's go!"
Turning away, he headed toward the concierge who had assisted them when they first arrived. The same concierge was still there, so Feng Fan walked up to him.
"Hey, the girls who came with us yesterday… did they pass by here?"
The concierge nodded. "Yes, they went to our hot springs. Every Gold room has access to a private spot. You'll find the hot springs by going around the main building. Your key will open your private area."
"Got it, thanks!"
Following the concierge's directions, Feng Fan and Mao Shun quickly found the place. A large bamboo house stood at the entrance, and inside was a long corridor lined with rooms.
Some rooms had numbers, and one of them matched their own, making it easy to find their private hot spring.
Right beside it was another door, which Feng Fan recognized as the girls' room because of the number on it.
"Mao Shun, you go ahead. I have something to take care of first," Feng Fan said, handing him the key.
Mao Shun gave him a puzzled look but nodded and entered the room.
Feng Fan looked at the girls' room, his eyes filled with anticipation.
'I have very important matters to discuss with them. I'm not going in because I want to see them bathing, of course,' he thought, fooling himself.
He knocked on the door and waited. The response came quickly. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
"Uh, who is it?" a voice asked from inside.
"Huang Xue, it's me, Feng Fan. Can I come in? I have… important matters to discuss."
Huang Xue's heart skipped a beat. She panicked slightly, unsure whether to open the door or not.
Before she could decide, Su Xiaoli, who had also heard his voice, walked over and pulled the door open with a smile.
"Fan'er, come on in," she said with a smile.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC213 When We're Alone…
Feng Fan saw Su Xiaoli and Huang Xue wrapped in towels, but their deep cleavage was impossible to hide. Their soft curves were on full display, threatening to slip free.
He quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
Not far from the entrance, he spotted Xue Qiang, fully submerged in the hot spring, her head resting on the edge as her long hair floated around her.
An urge to approach and "discuss important matters" stirred within him, but Su Xiaoli's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Fan'er, did you come here for serious business, or to stare at Lady Xue like a hungry wolf?"
Hearing her name, Xue Qiang lazily opened her eyes, a faint blush on her cheeks. "If you want to… you can come closer, Fanfan."
Before Feng Fan could even think of a response, Su Xiaoli grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
"Well, since Lady Xue doesn't mind, why don't you join us for a bath?" she teased.
Huang Xue blushed furiously but didn't object. Instead, she silently followed along.
"Wait, wait! At least let me take off my clothes first!" Feng Fan protested.
Without hesitation, he tossed his clothes and mask aside before stepping into the hot spring with Su Xiaoli and Huang Xue.
Huang Xue, still shy, kept her towel wrapped tightly around her, while Su Xiaoli, far bolder, discarded hers without a second thought.
Once inside, Su Xiaoli clung to Feng Fan's arm, pressing her soft curves against him without the slightest hint of shame.
Xue Qiang narrowed her eyes at the display. Over the past three years, she had gradually accepted Huang Xue and Su Xiaoli's presence, but that didn't mean she wasn't jealous!
"Lady Su, aren't you being a little too bold with my husband?" Xue Qiang said, emphasizing the last word.
Su Xiaoli chuckled. "Lady Xue, a good sister should learn to share."
A vein twitched on Xue Qiang's forehead, and the water's temperature noticeably rose.
Sensing the tension, Feng Fan quickly stepped in.
"Ladies, I really have important matters to discuss!" he said, activating a soundproof array around them.
The shift in his tone made them pause. Seeing the serious expression on his face, they immediately understood he wasn't joking before.
Xue Qiang and Su Xiaoli exchanged glances before turning their full attention to him, their playful banter fading away.
Feng Fan cleared his throat and quickly explained what he had discovered, carefully leaving out any mention of his mind-reading ability.
"If that's true, and we can gather solid evidence, wouldn't we be able to contribute to the Dao Seeking School? With that, I doubt the sects from the Qian Empire would dare to lay a hand on us," Xue Qiang said.
Su Xiaoli shook her head. "If it were that simple… The Mao Empire is too powerful, and their influence within the Dao Seeking School is something we can't challenge directly. If we go against them head-on, we might not even get the chance to present whatever evidence we find." Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire
Feng Fan nodded. Her words made sense, but then he remembered Luo Rong and Long Liu—two people he had met during his first visit to the Dao Seeking School.
"About that," he said, "I know two people who would at least hear us out. As long as we gather the evidence and make it to the Dao Seeking School alive, that should be enough."
Then, turning to Su Xiaoli, he asked, "Is there a way to record things here?"
He quickly explained the concept of cameras from their world, hoping for something similar in Red Pole.
Su Xiaoli's eyes lit up. "There are projection orbs. They're not rare, and I even have a few with me. If we need more, we can buy them. They should be easy to find in any city."
Feng Fan's face brightened. That was exactly what he had hoped for!
"Perfect! It's decided then. Tonight, we'll track down those captives. They'll be our first piece of evidence against the Mao Emperor."
Hearing that they would be leaving tonight, the girls' expressions fell. They had just arrived, and now they were already leaving?!
Feng Fan noticed their disappointment and quickly realized the problem.
"Well, they said the captives will be here for at least five days… I guess we could go after them tomorrow. It wouldn't be a problem."
Their disappointment instantly turned into joy. Xue Qiang moved closer to Feng Fan and planted a kiss on his lips.
"You're the best!" she said, excitement clear in her voice.
Su Xiaoli, seeing Xue Qiang's bold move, refused to be left behind. With a playful smirk, she leaned in and gave Feng Fan a soft kiss as well.
"The best little dog in the world," she added, licking her lips as memories of their time together, especially in her red room, flashed through her mind.
Xue Qiang's face twitched. She was about to complain again, but Feng Fan moved faster. Wrapping an arm around each of their waists, he pulled them both closer.
"My wives are the best. I must be the luckiest man in the world!"
Xue Qiang's face turned bright red. Hearing Feng Fan call her his wife made her heart race so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest.
Still, Xue Qiang felt conflicted—on one hand, their relationship was progressing well. On the other, this vixen she didn't want was coming along with her.
Unfortunately, she knew that if she lashed out at Su Xiaoli, Feng Fan would be upset.
'And there's still Huang Xue…' she thought, frustration growing as she remembered that Feng Fan liked her too. A slow-burning anger built up inside her.
Knowing Xue Qiang's emotions better than anyone, Feng Fan kissed her while gently caressing her round butt.
"Qinqin, I love you. That will never change," he said, gazing into her eyes with warmth.
The anger inside her melted away. Resting her head on his chest, she traced soft circles on his back.
Su Xiaoli smiled but said nothing. One thought, however, lingered in her mind:
'This little dog is getting too full of himself. When we're alone… I'll teach him some manners.'
Huang Xue, who had been watching from the side, felt nervous. As always, she was too shy to act, but deep down, she regretted not joining in.
Tears were almost welling up in her eyes when Feng Fan suddenly pulled her close.
"Kya!" she gasped, caught off guard. But in that instant, all her sadness vanished.
Feng Fan gently caressed her head before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I meant to say—my three wives are the best."
Huang Xue blushed like a tomato but didn't deny his words. Instead, she closed her eyes and rested her head on his left shoulder.
'Song Shu… thank you,' Huang Xue thought.
With three beauties in his arms and the soothing heat of the hot spring relaxing his body, Feng Fan felt like he was in paradise.
'Ah… this must be what heaven feels like,' he thought, closing his eyes and savoring the moment.
For the next three hours, Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang clung to him as they dozed off in the warm water.
Feng Fan only forgot one thing—Mao Shun, who was in the next room, still waiting for him.
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC214 Don't You Think That's Unfair? [18+]
After three hours, Feng Fan's eyes snapped open. 'Oh damn, I forgot about Mao Shun!'
Seeing the girls still sleeping beside him, he carefully moved without waking them, put on his clothes and mask, and quietly left.
He walked to the door with the same number as his hotel room and knocked. "Brother Turtle, it's me, Fox!"
A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing Mao Shun with a displeased expression. He was wearing a towel, and his hair was still wet.
Before Mao Shun could say anything, Feng Fan quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind him.
"Brother Fox, what took you so long?" Mao Shun asked, crossing his arms.
Feng Fan cleared his throat. "Sorry, I was busy discussing important matters with the girls about our next steps."
Mao Shun narrowed his eyes. "In the hot springs?"
"Of course!" Feng Fan replied without a hint of shame. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire
Without wasting more time, he placed a soundproof array around them and quickly filled Mao Shun in on their plans.
Hearing Feng Fan's explanation, Mao Shun's eyes widened in shock. "Are you serious?! This…"
He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with excitement. 'This is my chance to pay back everything that bastard did to me…'
With newfound determination, Mao Shun looked straight into Feng Fan's eyes. "Thank you, Brother Feng! I swear I won't waste this opportunity you've given me!"
Feng Fan smiled, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "We're in this together, Brother Mao!"
Mao Shun's eyes welled up with tears.
Aside from his parents and Uncle Qi, who had ever treated him this well? If he had approached Feng Fan before because of a faint connection, now he was certain that Feng Fan was a true, destined friend.
Feng Fan's eyes lit up with excitement as he heard Mao Shun's thoughts. 'My protagonist is growing well!'
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they enjoyed the hot springs for a few more hours before heading to their rooms as night fell.
—
With their cultivation level, sleep was no longer a necessity, a short meditation session was enough to replenish their energy. But tonight, all five of them simply wanted to enjoy the comfort of a real bed.
Mao Shun was the first to crash. The moment he hit the mattress, he was out like a light.
Hearing his loud snores, Feng Fan couldn't help but be amazed. "If this were Earth, this guy would make it into the Guinness Book for fastest sleeper and loudest snorer."
Just as Feng Fan was about to sleep, a sudden knock echoed at his door. 'Who could it be at this hour?'
He opened it to find a hooded figure standing outside. As the figure looked up, he instantly recognized Su Xiaoli.
Before he could ask why she was there, Su Xiaoli slipped inside, shut the door, and shoved him against the nearest wall.
"Xiao'er, what are you doing?" Feng Fan asked, eyes wide with surprise at her sudden move.
"Little dog, you were too full of yourself earlier, even leaving without telling me. I think you forgot who's in charge…"
Before he could respond, she pressed her lips against his in a deep kiss, ignoring the fact that Mao Shun was sleeping like a rock just a few meters away.
A few seconds later, she pulled back, her eyes burning with unmistakable desire.
"Lady Su, Mao Shun is right there! Calm down!" he whispered urgently, trying not to wake his friend—or let things spiral out of control.
But his words only made Su Xiaoli's smile widen, the fire in her gaze burning even hotter.
"It's been four years, little dog… You took my virginity and never touched me again. Don't you think that's unfair?"
Feng Fan was stunned. 'That's your complaint?!'
"This—"
Before he could even think of a reply, Su Xiaoli flicked her sleeve, and in an instant, Feng Fan's clothes were reduced to nothing, leaving him completely exposed.
Su Xiaoli pulled a whip from her space ring—one that Feng Fan recognized all too well. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Why are you carrying that around?!"
Su Xiaoli licked her lips seductively. "After the Young Generation Competition, I left it in my space ring… just in case we met again outside my home."
'Crazy woman! Who takes something like this everywhere?!'
With a playful smirk, Su Xiaoli infused her hand with spiritual qi and ran her fingers gently across Feng Fan's chest. Then, without warning, she stepped back and froze his arms and legs against the wall with a light touch.
"A bad dog needs to be punished…"
She cracked the whip against his chest. Instinctively, Feng Fan circulated his cultivation technique, and that all-too-familiar, almost soothing sensation returned.
He held back any reaction, but years of experience had trained Su Xiaoli to read him too well.
"No need to pretend," she teased. "I know you like it."
Feng Fan nearly shouted in protest, but before he could, Su Xiaoli pressed a hand over his mouth—then sealed his lips with a deep kiss.
"Of course, I'll reward my little dog too," she whispered against his lips. "I can't just punish him, can I?"
Su Xiaoli stepped back and struck Feng Fan ten more times. With each lash, her face flushed deeper and she felt more wet down there.
By the tenth strike, she suddenly stopped. Feng Fan's bloodshot eyes locked onto hers.
"Haven't you had enough?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Yes… the foreplay is enough, little dog."
Feng Fan shattered the restraints that bound him to the wall, then grabbed Su Xiaoli's waist, pulling her toward his bed.
Beneath him, Su Xiaoli's hand traced down his chest, lingering over his sculpted abs before moving even lower. She admired not just the firmness of his body but also the lingering marks from her whip.
Of course, with Feng Fan's rapid regeneration, his wounds had already healed, but the image of those marks remained burned in her mind.
"No need to rush, little dog," she whispered seductively into his right ear, her wet lips almost brushing against it. "Tonight... I'm yours... husband."
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MY WHOLE CLASS ISEKAI'D TO A XIANXIA? GOOD THING I CAN DO MIND-READINGC215 I Want This Inside Me [18+]
Returning the favor, Feng Fan tore off her clothes, not caring that he didn't have a spare hoodie for her.
Su Xiaoli's curves were on full display. One hand gripped her eastern mountain peak, while the other teased her wet pussy. His mouth found her western mountain peak, licking it gently.
His tongue circled her nipple, savoring her breast as if it were the most delicious food in the world.
"Ah!" Su Xiaoli moaned in response. "Didn't I say the foreplay… was enough?"
Her hand found his cock, stroking it gently. "I want this inside me."
Su Xiaoli's touch made Feng Fan's desire surge. He channeled the Yin-Yang Fusion Arts, filling his cock with spiritual qi.
Su Xiaoli felt him grow harder and licked her lips. "I think the guy down here agrees."
Feng Fan carefully positioned himself, holding her waist and teasing her entrance with his cock, savoring the warmth of her wet pussy without entering.
"Put it in, little dog…" she panted, her eyes filled with lust. "I can't take it any longer…"
Feng Fan smirked. "I think it's your time to be punished."
He continued to tease her entrance with his cock, refusing to enter. The spiritual qi at the tip of his cock seeped into Su Xiaoli's pussy, driving her wild with desire.
Unable to hold back, Su Xiaoli grabbed his ass and pulled him inside her.
"Ah!" she moaned in pleasure, "Husband, you can't say no to your wife!"
Realizing he couldn't tease her any longer, Feng Fan began thrusting into her harder and harder, as her moans grew louder.
They didn't even bother with a soundproof array, but thankfully, Mao Shun slept like a log on the bed nearby. Not that they seemed to care right now; maybe the thought of being heard even heightened their desire.
Without warning, Feng Fan wrapped his arms around Su Xiaoli's waist, pulling her closer as he shifted to sit on his heels.
Their faces were only inches apart before they drew closer and they kissed deeply. Feng Fan's hands roamed over her round butt and waist, while Su Xiaoli's hands caressed his back.
Su Xiaoli felt Feng Fan's spiritual energy flowing into her, filling her with an intense, burning heat.
"I-I'm cumming!" she cried, arching her back and moaning uncontrollably.
Feng Fan could feel her body shaking with pleasure, but he didn't stop. Even after she reached her peak, he kept going, relentless.
Su Xiaoli didn't protest—her face was a picture of pure bliss.
Feng Fan felt himself nearing the edge and reached his climax just moments after her, filling her with his life seed. As he drowned her pussy with it, he stopped moving, which clearly annoyed Su Xiaoli.
"When I came, you didn't stop! Why do you get to stop now? Bad dog!"
She pushed him back, nearly knocking him off the bed, then climbed on top of him, her hands pressing firmly against his chest.
"No one said you could stop, little dog…" she whispered, licking her lips.
Without waiting for a reply, she began riding him, her face twisting into an expression of pure ecstasy.
'Damn it, Xiao'er is unstoppable!' Feng Fan thought to himself, though he couldn't help but enjoy the intense pleasure brought by Su Xiaoli's movements.
Her body moved effortlessly against his, as if his cock had been slicked with oil. Not wanting to let Su Xiaoli take full control, Feng Fan reached his left hand to her left buttock, gripping it firmly.
With his right hand, he gave her right buttock a sharp slap.
"Ah!" Su Xiaoli moaned in response.
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A red palm mark formed on her skin, but she didn't slow down or stop. Feng Fan kept spanking her, and her moans only grew louder.
No matter how much he hit her, she never slowed down. Her mother hadn't raised a weak woman!
Su Xiaoli's constant moans as she rode him pushed Feng Fan to his limit.
"Xiao'er, I'm cumming again!" he gasped.
Without slowing down, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth like a serpent. Then, she stopped and whispered softly into his ear, "Cum for me, husband."
Her words drove Feng Fan wild, and he couldn't hold back any longer. His semen surged into her, mixed with a flood of spiritual energy.
The overwhelming rush of energy from her most sensitive spot nearly drove Su Xiaoli mad. Her movements faltered, and her eyes rolled back as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moaned repeatedly as the flow of spiritual energy and his life seed continued to fill her without pause. Her breathing grew heavy and uneven.
When it was over, Feng Fan held her close, pulled his cock out of her pussy gently, and laid her down on the bed, positioning himself above her.
Su Xiaoli gazed up at him and smiled softly. "I love you, Fan'er."
Feng Fan smiled back. "I love you too, Xiao'er," he said before leaning in to kiss her once more.
—
After they were done, Su Xiaoli slept in Feng Fan's bed, using the excuse that he had torn her clothes.
It was just an excuse, though, since she had spare clothes in her space ring and could have used Feng Fan's robe if needed, along with his mask.
Still, Feng Fan didn't complain and let her stay. After a couple of hours, he quietly got out of bed and headed for the door.
Before leaving, he glanced back at Su Xiaoli, admiring her peaceful, sleeping face.
He left the room and stepped outside the inn, wanting to get some fresh air and enjoy the night sky. Though different from Earth's, the sky on Red Pole was stunning, filled with countless stars.
To his surprise, not long after leaving the main building, he spotted Huang Xue sitting on a rock, hugging her knees. She still wore her hood, even now.
Feng Fan walked over and spoke softly. "Excuse me, pretty lady. Mind if I join you? While you admire the stars, I'd like to admire you."
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Being suddenly addressed, Huang Xue was caught off guard and quickly turned to face a smiling man wearing a fox mask.
"S-Sure," she said, blushing slightly.
Feng Fan sat beside her, his gaze fixed on her.
Huang Xue, watching him from the corner of her eye, felt her cheeks heat up.
"I thought you were joking," she murmured, pulling her hoodie tighter to hide her face.
Feng Fan chuckled. "Why would I joke? You're beautiful, a feast for the eyes."
"T-T-Thank you…" she stammered.
Feng Fan turned his gaze to the stars. "Even though the sky looks different here, it still reminds me of Earth. I wonder… will we ever go back one day?"
Huang Xue's expression darkened. "Yeah… I was wondering the same. All this fighting and killing… I don't know if I'm really suited for it."
Feng Fan sighed. "One day, we'll be strong enough that we won't have to fight or kill anymore. And if we get to live forever with the people we love… doesn't that sound nice?"
Huang Xue hesitated before turning to face him. Instead of answering, she asked softly,
"Did you… really mean it when you said I was your wife?"
Feng Fan blinked in surprise at the sudden question. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
"C-C-Can we do… the things husbands and wives do, then?"
Feng Fan's expression froze. 'Sex?'
But when he peeked into Huang Xue's thoughts, the answer was entirely different.
'H-Holding hands… kissing…'
Feng Fan held back a laugh at her innocence. Gently, he placed his hand over hers.
"Of course. After all, aren't we husband and wife?"
Huang Xue blushed like a tomato, frozen in place. Feng Fan could tell she was moments away from a complete meltdown, so he decided to guide her.
With his free hand, he gently caressed her neck, his touch light and reassuring. Slowly, he leaned in. Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss under the moonlight.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
The rest of the night passed peacefully as they sat together, watching the stars.
—
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, Feng Fan and his group stood outside the inn.
"Is everyone ready?" Feng Fan asked.
They all nodded, their expressions serious—especially Mao Shun.
Without wasting time, they set off toward Mount Green. Feng Fan didn't know the exact location of the captives, so he activated his spiritual qi vision.
He was certain the captives would be held in a heavily guarded area, meaning a higher concentration of cultivators—and, in turn, a greater density of spiritual qi. By finding the place where spiritual qi was most concentrated, he could pinpoint their location.
After just one lap around Mount Green, Feng Fan found their target. With his spiritual qi vision activated, he could tell that the strongest among them was at the peak of the Spirit Severing realm, which was too strong even for Feng Fan.
But since their goal was to gather evidence, not engage in a full-on battle, they could avoid direct confrontation.
"Su Xiaoli, hand me the record orb. I'll go in alone while you guys surround the place and make sure no one escapes," Feng Fan instructed.
Su Xiaoli quickly passed him the orb before the group split up. As his companions moved stealthily into position, Feng Fan set his sights on a trio of royal dog cultivators.
With a sudden appearance behind them, he grinned. "Good morning, gentlemen. Lovely day, isn't it?"
The three men were caught off guard. Spinning around, they found themselves facing a man in a fox mask, smiling at them. Without even questioning him, they attacked.
It didn't matter whether he was a friend or foe, their orders were clear: kill any unauthorized person who came near the captives. If he dared to show up here, he had to face the consequences.
Their weapons slashed toward Feng Fan in perfect sync, but he only looked at them with disdain. "Attacking without even saying hello? Didn't your mothers teach you any manners?"
Infusing his right fist with spiritual qi, Feng Fan punched forward—no fancy techniques, just pure, raw power.
The men's weapons struck his energy-infused punch and shattered instantly, as if they were made of brittle iron.
His attack didn't lose an ounce of force, slamming into their bodies and sending them flying backward, blood spraying from their mouths.
"Since they didn't, let me teach you some manners on their behalf."
Feng Fan moved in a blur, delivering a single punch to each of their heads, exploding them on impact.
After finishing them off, he scanned their bodies and chose the one with the least damage on his clothes. Stripping him down, he took the outfit for himself, leaving the corpse in nothing but… pink bear-patterned panties.
Feng Fan stared for a moment, his mouth slightly open. "Well… everyone has their own personal tastes. Who am I to judge?"
Shaking his head, he removed his mask, changed into the stolen clothes, and used the Cleaning Immortal Arts to erase any traces of blood. He had no intention of making conversation inside, but blending in would make things much easier.
Feng Fan activated his spiritual vision again. The camp holding the captives was only a kilometer away from where he was now, and he immediately spotted three arrays in place.
As a tier 5 Array Master with a cheat-like spiritual vision, he not only detected the formations but also understood their purpose almost instantly.
One was a diversion array, designed to prevent people from stumbling upon the camp by accident. Another was an illusion array, concealing everything from the outside world. The last one was used to detect intruders. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
To anyone looking in from the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than an empty clearing. But inside, the truth was clear—over a thousand people were chained, guarded by more than two hundred cultivators.
Feng Fan moved toward the area with the fewest guards. With a flick of his sleeve, he created a small opening in the arrays and slipped through undetected.
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Inside the encampment, Feng Fan moved carefully, avoiding people as much as possible. There was always a chance someone might recognize him or realize he was only pretending to be part of the royal troop.
The fewer people who saw his face, the lower the risk of being exposed.
First, Feng Fan approached the imprisoned people. He held up the record orb and activated it, carefully capturing footage of the prisoners. He made sure to highlight the different robes they wore, emphasizing that they came from various regions.
He also recorded the royal troops standing guard, ensuring there was undeniable proof of the connection between the captives and the royal family.
After a few minutes, he decided he had recorded enough here and moved toward a more important location.
With his spiritual qi vision activated, he easily pinpointed the areas where the strongest individuals were gathered. In a world where the strong ruled, they were usually the ones in charge.
And those in charge were the most likely to have the information he needed.
"Hey, where are you going?"
A voice interrupted his steps, forcing him to stop and turn around. A burly man stood behind him, eyeing him with a puzzled expression.
"Who gave you permission to approach the commander's tent?" the man demanded.
Feng Fan didn't hesitate. His expression darkened into a scowl.
"I have urgent matters to report to the commander. Are you sure you want to delay me?" His voice turned cold. "If you interfere… Hmph, don't make me say what will happen to you!"
Sweat formed on the soldier's forehead as he imagined the punishments he might face for getting in the way. Since the new emperor had taken the throne, discipline had become increasingly strict, and mistakes were punished harshly.
"S-Sorry," the man stammered. "Go ahead, don't keep Commander Qin waiting!"
"Hmph. Good call, soldier." Feng Fan turned and walked away without another word.
As soon as Feng Fan disappeared from view, the soldier also hurried off, wanting nothing to do with the situation. But an uneasy feeling lingered in his mind.
'Have I ever seen that guy here before?' he shook his head, dispersing the thoughts.
Though he had managed to shake the man off, Feng Fan knew he needed to leave as soon as possible. The longer he stayed, the higher the chances of the man realizing something was wrong and coming back.
The tent where Commander Qin was stationed wasn't particularly well-guarded, but a soundproof array surrounded it.
Of course, such an array was nothing more than a child's play to Feng Fan. Moving to the back of the tent, he subtly altered its structure, allowing him to hear and record the conversation inside.
"Commander Qin, the remaining captives should arrive in the next three days along with the other soldiers," a voice reported.
"Good. Remember, the Emperor is watching us closely. If anything goes wrong, our heads will roll. We must reach the Bloodsucker Demon territory before the ten-day limit, the Emperor himself will be there waiting for us," another voice replied.
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"Yes, sir!"
Feng Fan heard footsteps and knew someone was leaving the tent.
"Qin Ling, what do you think of the Emperor's actions? If the Dao Seeking School discovers us, the consequences will be severe…" a new voice spoke inside.
"Hmph, Duan Renshu, you should know better than to question the Emperor. In his grand scheme, we are nothing but disposable tools. Just follow his orders and make sure not to get on his bad side," Qin Ling said.
His words made Duan Renshu burst into laughter. "Instead of fearing the Emperor, I'm more afraid of the First Empress. That Luo Liqin is a crazy woman. She and the Emperor are truly a match made in hell."
"You're right to be afraid… Have you heard the rumors? Some people were summoned by her and never returned. I heard only their bloodless bodies were found. That demon must be from the Bloodsucker Demon Sect, that's probably why the Emperor is helping them."
"Who would have thought the Emperor dared to take a woman from the Bloodsucker Demon Sect as his first wife? One must be insane to do such a thing. No wonder he was capable of orchestrating a coup and killing his own brother."
The conversation soon came to an end. Feng Fan felt he had gathered crucial pieces of information, especially about the ten-day limit to reach the Bloodsucker Demon Sect's territory.
'I have to follow them and record everything. That would be the best proof I can get!'
Having done everything he needed in this camp, Feng Fan hurriedly left through another route. It was faster to open a new gap in the arrays than to exit the same way he had entered.
He quickly reunited with the others. Since he remained undetected and no direct confrontation was needed, surrounding the area was no longer necessary.
In a secluded part of the forest, not far from Azure Sky City, Feng Fan played the recording for his group.
Mao Shun clenched his fists in anger. "That bastard will be there…"
"We should follow them," Su Xiaoli said. "If we can record the Mao Emperor meeting with the Bloodsucker Demon Sect, the evidence will be undeniable."
The others nodded in agreement.
"Let's do it, but we must be extremely careful," Feng Fan warned. "There will likely be many Return to Void realm experts there. I doubt the people we found here are the only ones. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth it for the Mao Emperor to go himself."
He then turned to Mao Shun. "Brother Mao, do you know anything about Luo Liqin? Is she really from the Bloodsucker Demon Sect?"
Mao Shun shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've never heard of her. The coup happened when I was very young, and I didn't know much about my uncle before he killed my father."
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