My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 169: Once Again… Poor As Fuck

"Ah, of course!" Realization struck Feng Fan as he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

"Girls, why didn’t Tan Wei, Gong Long, and Cao Zhu come along?" he asked.

Huang Xue and Xue Qiang looked at each other.

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Inside the same cave where Feng Fan had broken through to the Golden Core Formation and Organ Tempering realms, three men exchanged uneasy glances.

"Hey, shouldn’t the fight be over by now? It’s already been a day!" Cao Zhu muttered, shifting nervously. "Maybe… they just forgot about us."

Tan Wei let out a deep sigh. "Let’s just go and check."

Gong Long and Cao Zhu nodded before heading toward the cliff where the white orb had been. Read new adventures at novelbuddy

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However, the moment they stepped out of the cave, a voice made their hearts sink.

"Oh? If it isn’t the White Crow Sect," a mocking voice rang out. "I thought you losers would stay hiding in the outskirts, but it looks like some of you actually have some guts! Haha!"

Cao Zhu, Gong Long, and Tan Wei turned toward the voice, their faces darkening.

Five disciples clad in Blue Dragon Sect robes stood before them, each radiating a powerful aura of the 9th Foundation Establishment realm.

Cao Zhu swallowed hard. The strongest among them, Tan Wei, was only at the 6th Foundation Establishment realm. Even if he could hold his own against one of them, there was no way he could handle all five.

"Senior Brother, judging by how weak they are, I doubt they have any valuable orbs," one of the Blue Dragon Sect disciples sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But since we ran into them, we can’t just let them leave empty-handed, right?"

The senior brother nodded in agreement. "Junior Brother, you’re absolutely right! If we let them walk away like this, people might start thinking the Blue Dragon Sect has no manners. Let’s give them a beating!"

Before they could make a move, an unfamiliar voice cut through the air from behind them.

"Oh? That’s a great idea. How about I do it instead?"

A sudden chill ran down the spines of the Blue Dragon Sect disciples. Someone had crept up on them without any of them noticing!

"Who?!" the senior brother shouted, spinning around to face the intruder.

But before he could turn fully, a brutal force struck him in the ass.

"AAAH!"

He barely had time to scream before his consciousness faded, and he collapsed to the ground.

Feng Fan lowered his hands and whistled. "Wow, my Snake Entering the Cave technique is getting better. One casual hit and a 9th Foundation Establishment cultivator is already out cold."

The remaining four disciples paled as they recognized their attacker.

"F-Feng Fan?! You broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm? That’s impossible!"

Feng Fan glanced at the disciple who had spoken, his expression filled with annoyance. He closed the distance in an instant and delivered a swift kick to the groin.

The poor man tried to dodge, but he was too slow. Unlike his senior brother, the sheer shock and pain left him completely frozen.

He didn’t even manage to scream before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious.

Feng Fan clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Hey, aren’t you guys a little too weak? What’s with all this passing out? How am I supposed to have any fun like this?"

Feng Fan moved quickly, slipping the space rings off the two unconscious men’s fingers.

The moment their bodies vanished in a flash of light, leaving their orbs behind, the remaining three disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect turned pale.

"RUN!" one of them shouted before bolting as fast as he could.

Feng Fan clicked his tongue, too lazy to chase them himself. Instead, he pulled out the Suppression Relic from his space ring.

"Little Brick, they’re yours!"

It no longer had the red lines and symbols around its surface. The Suppression Relic was back to its old self, nothing more than a little black brick.

The relic let out a pleased hum and shot forward, its speed far surpassing that of the fleeing men.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A light tap on the head was all it took to send them into a deep slumber. Before their bodies could vanish like the others, Feng Fan quickly looted their belongings.

"Even if this is just pocket change compared to what I have now, it’s still better than nothing," he said with a satisfied smile.

Hearing his words, the Suppression Relic hummed shyly. It wasn’t sure how to break the news to him…

"Brother Feng, you’re alright!" Tan Wei said, approaching Feng Fan with Gong Long and Cao Zhu by his side, a broad smile on his face.

Feng Fan smiled back and nodded. "Of course! That weakling Hou Mengyao was no match for me!"

Tan Wei chuckled softly but chose not to mention that he had been nearly beaten to death by the same Hou Mengyao just a day ago.

"What took you so long? We thought something had happened…" Cao Zhu asked.

Feng Fan cleared his throat. "Oh, I thought you guys would be going there. Since you hadn’t shown up after a whole day, I decided to come back and check…"

He didn’t want to admit he had forgotten about them.

Cao Zhu nodded, taking Feng Fan’s words seriously.

"We didn’t want to get in your way during the fight, so we decided to stay back. Now that it’s all settled, let’s go! My White Crow Sect will be the king of this competition, hahaha!"

"Hm, let’s go, the ladies are waiting for us," Feng Fan said, turning to leave.

’Ah, I should check my wealth. It must have grown a lot since the competition started,’ Feng Fan thought with a smile.

But as soon as he glanced into his space ring, his expression froze. All he saw was dust.

No treasures. No spiritual qi stones...

"W-WHERE ARE MY THINGS? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" he yelled, despair gripping his heart.

Meanwhile, the culprit, Little Brick, stayed quiet, safely hidden inside his space ring.