My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 137: No Orb Shall Escape My Sight!

In the location designated for the second stage of the Array category, Gao Xiaobo, Feng Fan, and the other White Crow Sect disciple, Jin Wei, stood above a circular arena.

Feng Fan wore a broad smile, his hand extended toward Gao Xiaobo, clearly expecting his reward.

Gao Xiaobo looked at him with disdain, retrieved a sack from his space ring filled with a hundred high-grade spiritual qi stones, and tossed it toward Feng Fan.

Feng Fan caught it and quickly stored it in his own space ring. "Thanks! A pleasure doing business with you," he said with a cheeky grin.

Ignoring Feng Fan’s remark, Gao Xiaobo cleared his throat and announced the results.

"Feng Fan of the White Crow Sect: second place. Jin Wei of the White Crow Sect: first place. As for the others... let’s just say they all tied for last."

Feng Fan’s smile froze. He blinked in confusion before turning to Gao Xiaobo with a puzzled expression. "Huh?! Why am I second?"

Gao Xiaobo smirked, clearly savoring the small victory. "Since there won’t be a second stage, and you were the second to touch the red flag, you’re second place. Simple as that."

Feng Fan’s gaze shifted to Jin Wei, his frustration evident.

Jin Wei raised his hands defensively, his face pale. "S-Sorry, Brother Feng!"

Feng Fan sighed and shook his head. "Never mind."

Gao Xiaobo clapped his hands, clearly eager to be done. "Alright, you’ve got your reward, and the competition for the Array category is over. Now, goodbye!"

With a flick of a sleeve, Gao Xiaobo opened a portal behind Feng Fan and Jin Wei. Before either could react, he shoved them through, ending their time in the arena unceremoniously.

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Feng Fan landed with his butt kissing the ground, thanks to Gao Xiaobo’s less-than-gentle shove.

"Damn it, couldn’t he have been a little gentler?" he muttered, brushing dirt off his robes.

As he stood up, he noticed dozens of eyes fixed on him, the air thick with hostility.

"Wow, looks like I’m the center of attention," he said, his tone laced with mockery.

"What’s the occasion? Oh wait, let me guess. Everyone here is thinking about killing me, right?" He grinned smugly. "Heh, but none of you have the guts to do it inside the Dao Seeking School."

One of the cultivators from the Blue Dragon Sect stepped forward, his expression dark. "Bastard, enjoy that victory while you can. I swear, if you participate in the Combat category, you’re not leaving it alive!"

Feigning terror, Feng Fan placed his hands over his mouth. "Oh no, I’m so scared!" he gasped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Then, his mock fear shifted into a cocky smirk. "Let’s just hope you put up a better fight than your sect mates did last time."

The Blue Dragon Sect disciple’s face flushed with anger, his fists trembling. He hadn’t been a participant in the previous round, but Feng Fan’s words hit their mark.

Meanwhile, the disciples from the White Crow Sect stood to the side, their faces pale with dread. Experience more on novelbuddy

"He’s insane," one of them whispered.

"Why does he keep provoking everyone?" another hissed, their voice trembling.

It was one thing to antagonize the Blue Dragon Sect—their enmity was already set in stone. But provoking every other sect?

Only someone with a death wish would go that far.

The elders and sect master from the White Crow Sect were trembling with anger. Elder Jiang decided to step forward.

Even if the harm was already done, he had to stop this crazy kid!

Elder Jiang grabbed Feng Fan by the ear and began dragging him away like a misbehaving child. "That’s enough! Come here and stay quiet until the next competition," he said sternly.

"Ouch! Elder Jiang, go easy on me!" Feng Fan protested, wincing in pain. "I just got us first and second place in the Array Dao! Shouldn’t I be rewarded? Why am I getting punished instead?"

Elder Jiang’s grip tightened slightly as he replied, "Because your mouth is causing more trouble than your victories are solving!"

Yin Bao hovered in the air, observing the unfolding scene with growing intrigue.

’Heh, this brat is something else. I didn’t expect someone this talented in the Array Dao to come from the Qian Empire. Even when compared to the geniuses of the Dao Seeking School, he’s still a complete monster.’

"The third category is now complete. I’ll explain the rules for the Combat category next," Yin Bao announced, his voice echoing for all to hear. "After this, each sect will have two hours to discuss their strategies."

He raised his hand, revealing eight glowing orbs, each a different color of the rainbow, along with one that shone pure white.

"For the Combat category, up to 50 disciples from each sect can participate," he continued. "Each participant will be given a wristband. The objective is to collect these orbs. Each orb is worth a set number of points, and at the end of the two-week competition, the points will be tallied based on the total number of orbs collected by each sect, not by individual performance."

"The more valuable an orb is, the fewer of them you’ll find inside the pocket dimension," Yin Bao explained. "Here’s how the points break down: the red orb is worth 10 points, orange is 50 points, yellow is 250 points, green is 1,500 points, blue is 10,000 points, indigo is 75,000 points, violet is 500,000 points, and finally, the white orb is worth 500 million points."

He paused, letting the crowd absorb the information before continuing.

"The closer you get to the center of the pocket dimension, the more valuable the orbs you’ll find, but you’ll also encounter much stronger demon beasts. As for the white orb, there’s only one.

"It will be located at the very center of the pocket dimension. Unlike the other orbs, which can be stored in your wristbands, the white orb cannot be stored and will belong to the individual closest to it when the two-week time limit ends."

"The orbs stored in the wristbands can be stolen by other participants. Everyone will be teleported randomly to the outskirts of the pocket dimension. Any questions?" Yin Bao asked.

He waited a few moments, scanning the area. Seeing no one raised a question, he continued.

"Good," he said with a nod. "The two-hour preparation time starts now. Once it’s over, a portal will open beneath me, and all participants must enter within five minutes. Don’t be late!"

While Yin Bao showcased the orbs, Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision. To his surprise, each orb radiated spiritual qi that corresponded to its color. The higher the orb’s point value, the denser the spiritual qi it contained.

A smile spread across Feng Fan’s face. ’In the brightest day, in the darkest night, no orb shall escape my sight!’

As Yin Bao concluded the explanation of the rules, disciples from the Dao Seeking Sect began appearing around the plaza.

Each carried a box containing 50 wristbands, which were distributed to the sect masters or elders of the respective sects. It was then the elders’ responsibility to hand them out to the disciples chosen to participate in the Combat category.