My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading

Huang Xue, who Feng Fan had thrown, hadn't left the battlefield. The moment she saw him confronting Hou Mengyao, she had already started moving toward them. Qian Xiaoli followed close behind.

Huang Xue darted between Feng Fan and Hou Mengyao, her sword humming softly in her hand. Sharp waves of cutting energy radiated from the blade, filling the air with a strong sword rhythm.

A sword intent embryo had taken shape!

Hou Mengyao's expression twisted with displeasure as his chance to kill Feng Fan slipped away. Just as he was about to complete his mission, another interruption!

"Get lost!" He snarled, slashing his sword vertically.

Huang Xue didn't respond with words. She raised her blade and countered with a horizontal slash. Though it lacked a flashy technique, her attack was anything but weak.

The swords collided, releasing shockwaves of sword qi that rippled through the air. For the second time in this battle, Hou Mengyao was forced to retreat.

"Impossible!" He growled, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

Huang Xue, however, paid a heavy price for the clash. Her prior injuries caught up to her, and she fought to swallow the blood rising in her throat.

The force of the impact sent her tumbling into the river below. Her grip on her sword faltered, and the weapon was swept away by the rushing current.
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Qian Xiaoli seized the moment Huang Xue had created. Darting forward, she caught Feng Fan mid-fall and dove into the river with him. Inside the river, she also grabbed hold of the barely conscious Huang Xue as well.

With both of them in her arms, she plunged deeper into the river's flow, using its currents to escape the battlefield.

When Hou Mengyao steadied himself, the three figures were already gone, vanishing from his field of vision.

"Where are they?" He muttered, frustration twisting his face into a scowl.

His anger flared as he clenched his fists.

"Feng Fan, you can run all you want, but when we leave this place, I'll find a reason to kill you. Even if it means starting a war between my Heavenly Sword Sect and the White Crow Sect, I won't let you off!"

Hou Mengyao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Searching for them in this vast pocket dimension would be pointless. Instead, he turned back toward the white orb.

"If there's any reason for him to return, it'll be this," he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the glowing white orb.

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Within Feng Fan's space ring, the Suppression Relic, which had remained silent for the past four months, suddenly stirred to life. A soft, sorrowful hum emanated from it, carrying an air of melancholy.

The sadness felt by it was transferred to the unconsciousness Feng Fan through their strong spiritual connection. A scene soon took place inside his mind.

A figure with long black hair stood firm, facing seven opponents—two women and five men—all wielding powerful weapons.

Feng Fan immediately noticed something unusual about the scene. His perspective wasn't the normal view through human eyes; instead, it felt like he could see everything around him with perfect clarity, a full 360-degree vision.

It didn't take him long to realize—he was being held in the hand of the figure with long black hair.

These were the Suppression Relic's memories!

The memories were hazy, but fragments of their conversation reached Feng Fan's mind.

"You… die… today."

"The heavens… natural order… law."

"We… rules…"

It was clear there was some kind of disagreement between the seven figures and the man with long black hair. Before long, a battle erupted, shaking the very foundation of the heavens.

The outcome and the details of the fight remained a mystery to Feng Fan. The memories ended abruptly, leaving him with more questions than answers.

The scene shifted. The long black-haired man stood before an altar, his body battered, with one arm and one leg missing.

In front of him, a man with long silver hair knelt on the ground, prostrating himself with deep reverence.

They were inside a chamber adorned with intricate paintings on the walls. Each painting depicted a similar story: a lone man wielding a solid rectangular black object, defying the heavens with unwavering resolve.

"Han Fei," the black-haired man spoke, his voice steady despite his weakened state. "Is everything ready?"

"Master…" Han Fei's voice trembled with sadness as he replied, "I've done as you ordered."

The master gave him a sorrowful smile. "Thank you, Han Fei. You've been the most loyal friend I could ever ask for."

"Master… I—"

"Don't be sad," the master interrupted gently, as if he already knew what Han Fei wanted to say. "Every end is just a new beginning."

He shifted his gaze to the Suppression Relic, still clutched in his only remaining hand.

"Forgive me, partner. It seems I won't be able to journey with you any longer."

The Suppression Relic seemed to understand his words, letting out a low, mournful hum. Its black surface trembled faintly in his grip.

With that same bittersweet smile, the black-haired man placed the Suppression Relic atop the altar.

"I'll need to separate you," he said softly. "When the time comes, the pieces will find their way back together."

He touched the relic with care, and three small, black circular plates emerged from its body, floating above it in the air.

"Go!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the plates pierced through the fabric of space and vanished, leaving the Suppression Relic quieter than before. A part of it had been severed, sent away.

"Master, the other six treasures have already been hidden, just as you instructed," Han Fei said, his voice cracking as he struggled to hold back tears. "You… can rest in peace now."

The black-haired man gave a faint nod. "Yes, I'm tired. It's time for me to go. As the 8th generation sect master of the Heavens Suppression Sect, I have failed in my sacred mission. I can only hope that you, the 9th generation sect master, will succeed where I could not."

With those final words, his body began to glow softly, breaking apart into shimmering light before vanishing completely.