My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 247: The Fight

Dong Tao noticed Feng Fan's expression and knew exactly what was on his mind. A bitter smile formed on his face. "I don't have the Black Turtle bloodline, but I am from the Dong family… I'm also not a body cultivator, but a qi cultivator."

Feng Fan nodded, sensing that Dong Tao wasn't lying.

"Brother Dong, why did you come here? I thought most people would be heading toward the center of the island."

Dong Tao felt a strange connection with Feng Fan, giving him a sense of goodwill. Still, he remained cautious and didn't reveal much. "I just had a feeling I should be here, so I came. What about you guys?"

In reality, Dong Tao could read fate to a certain extent using his artifact, but he wasn't about to admit that.

Because Feng Fan was reading Dong Tao's mind, he knew Dong Tao wasn't telling the truth but he didn't push it. After all, they had just met, and it made sense to be careful with strangers.

Still, he was impressed by the idea of reading fate. 'What an incredible ability…'

Pretending to be serious, Feng Fan lied without a hint of shame. "We believe the foreign cultivators are plotting something that could turn the tide of the war. We came here to stop them. Brother Dong, would you be willing to join us and put an end to their plans?"

Dong Tao was caught off guard. He knew something important was going to happen here, but he hadn't expected it to be this serious. Of course, Feng Fan was bluffing—he wasn't completely sure, but the signs pointed to something suspicious: the unusual presence of cultivators far from the main battlefield and a Dong family member with a mysterious purpose.

Dong Tao's eyes hardened, and a spark of determination ignited within him. If there was one group he hated above all, it was the foreign cultivators.

They had killed both of his parents.

"Brother Feng, since I'm already here, there's no reason to back down. Let's kill those invaders!"

Feng Fan smiled. "In that case, follow me."

The group moved toward the area with the highest concentration of spiritual qi. There, they spotted the ritual: a hundred cultivators channeling their spiritual qi into a strange, square object. The artifact was gradually changing color from black to white as it absorbed more energy.

Feng Fan's expression darkened. 'So, it really is the foreign cultivators plotting something.'

Dong Tao's gaze locked onto the intruders, and his rage boiled over. "Whatever it is, let's stop them!"

"Wait, Dong Tao!" Feng Fan tried to hold him back, but it was too late.

The book beneath Dong Tao moved on its own, leaving his feet and opening midair. On its pages, dozens of spears appeared.

"Creation!"

The spears shot out of the book, growing larger as they left the pages. Each one was as thick as a soccer ball and stretched ten meters long.

But Dong Tao's movements didn't go unnoticed. Cheng Guo, who led the foreign cultivators, turned and sneered at him.

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"It seems a rat found us. There must be more nearby. Kill them all!"

Cheng Guo and forty-nine other cultivators stopped channeling spiritual qi into the artifact and rushed toward Dong Tao with killing intent. They weren't too worried about interrupting the ritual since the artifact was already nearly complete. Even with half of them stopping, it wouldn't take long to finish.

Feng Fan watched the foreign cultivators rushing at them and resisted the urge to slap Dong Tao. "This idiot gave away our element of surprise!"

Realizing it was pointless to dwell on the mistake, Feng Fan snapped back to focus. "Attack!"

Dong Tao's spears shot forward, aiming at the approaching enemies. At the same time, Feng Fan and his group summoned their weapons, preparing for the clash.

Cheng Guo's eyes narrowed as more people appeared from the trees. 'How did they find us? Could they know about our plans?'

He quickly dismissed the thought. 'No, that's impossible. If they knew, they would have sent more people, not just this small group… Besides, only one of them is at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.'

With a single glance, Cheng Guo assessed their strength. He thought only the woman wielding a silver fan posed a real threat.

"I'll take care of the strongest one. You kill the rest," Cheng Guo commanded, charging at Su Xiaoli without hesitation. As the leader and the strongest, he couldn't afford to hold back.

Su Xiaoli stood her ground, her silver fan gleaming in the light. Her eyes sharpened as she prepared to face Cheng Guo, the pressure from his aura crashing against her like a wave.

Sword intent surged around Cheng Guo's body as he lunged at Su Xiaoli, raising his sword high above his head.

"Cutting The Heavens!"

A colossal sword materialized behind him, mirroring his movements. As Cheng Guo's blade came crashing down, the giant spectral sword followed, splitting the air with a fearsome roar.

Su Xiaoli didn't flinch. With a graceful swing of her silver fan, an icy mountain rose behind her.

"Freezing Mountain!"

The two forces collided, unleashing a shockwave of ice and sword energy. The ground around them froze, and countless sword cuts scarred the earth. Shards of ice scattered like razor-sharp needles, carried by the freezing wind.

Cheng Guo staggered back five steps, while Su Xiaoli only moved a single step to disperse the impact. She furrowed her brows, surprised that Cheng Guo managed to withstand her attack. After all, she was cultivating a Primordial Chaos-graded technique, far superior to most.

But Cheng Guo was even more shocked. His confidence wavered as he processed what had just happened. 'How did she overpower me? My sword intent is the strongest among the younger generation—no one can match it!'

His grip tightened on his sword, his pride refusing to let him accept defeat.

"Impossible! I don't believe you're stronger than me!" he growled, his expression hardening. Spiritual qi and sword intent blended together, enveloping his blade in an ominous glow.

Forward. A swordsman knows no retreat.