My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 162: The Ingredients are…

Tan Wei’s eyes snapped open, his heart racing as the booming voice of the red-haired man echoed in his mind.

"Everything on Earth is my ingredient; everything in the Heavens is my fuel."

A mysterious cultivation technique imprinted itself within his consciousness. The chants were cryptic; their meaning was vast and unfathomable. Yet, each word seared itself into his soul, like molten iron branding flesh.

Primordial Cooking Scripture!

A Primordial Chaos-grade cultivation technique!

When the Suppression Cauldron acknowledged Tan Wei, every array within the pocket dimension collapsed. All the screens displaying the events inside went blank.

"Huh? What’s happening?" murmurs began spreading through the crowd gathered in the plaza. Concern and confusion rippled among them, their eyes glued to the lifeless screens.

Even Yin Bao, the overseer, was taken aback. However, he quickly composed himself and addressed the growing unrest.

"Everyone, please remain calm," Yin Bao said, raising his voice to steady the crowd. "We’ll investigate this issue immediately."

With a furrowed brow, he retrieved a communication token from his space ring and sent a message to the elder responsible for maintaining the formations within the pocket dimension.

"Elder Ding," Yin Bao said, his tone sharp. "What’s going on? The screens have gone dark. Is everything alright inside the pocket dimension?"

A reply came almost instantly, but the elder’s voice was tinged with confusion.

"Huh? The screens failed? That’s impossible! The arrays have never failed before. Let me check, give me a moment!"

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The once rusty cauldron erupted with spiritual qi, its corroded surface vanishing in an instant. Now gleaming brightly, even in the dimly lit cave.

The word ’Suppression’ etched on its surface stood out with overwhelming prominence.

As the cauldron transformed, so did Tan Wei.

His warm, familiar smile twisted into something unsettling—a wild, almost manic grin. His black irises slowly turned crimson, and his short black hair grew until it reached his waist, shifting into a vibrant red hue.

The group around him froze, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and suspicion.

How could someone change so much in an instant? The aura he exuded now was foreign, almost unrecognizable. Was he… possessed?

Even his demeanor was different, as though an entirely new person had taken over.

"Let’s roll, baby!" Tan Wei exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.

He dashed toward Feng Fan, grabbing him by his collar. In one fluid motion, he hurled Feng Fan into the gleaming cauldron.

At that exact moment, the memories imprinted on the Suppression Relic reached their conclusion. Yet, the relic itself, still resting within Feng Fan’s spatial ring, did not remain idle.

It began to hum furiously, its vibrations filled with an overwhelming sense of rage.

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With an insatiable hunger, it started to devour every bit of energy stored within it. The spiritual qi from the spiritual qi vein Feng Fan had absorbed months ago, as well as the trapped Heavenly Demon Monarch, became its targets.

"N-No! Don’t kill me!" the Heavenly Demon Monarch’s panicked voice echoed from within the relic.

Realizing the suction force meant his demise, he struggled desperately to escape. But where could he flee? His very existence had become inseparably bound to the relic.

The relic devoured him completely, reducing even his essence to nothing. Yet, it wasn’t enough.

Still unsatisfied, the Suppression Relic spun wildly inside Feng Fan’s space ring, extending its reach further. The spiritual qi stored within the mountains of spiritual qi stone in his ring was drained in seconds, leaving behind nothing but lifeless dust.

Seeing Tan Wei throwing Feng Fan without care, Huang Xue, Qian Xiaoli, and Xue Qiang stepped forward, worry and anger visible in their expressions.

"Tan Wei, what do you think you are doing?" asked Xue Qiang, all cordiality thrown away at the moment.

Her spear was in her hand, threatening to pierce through him if he didn’t give a satisfactory answer.

Tan Wei didn’t respond, only concentrating on the cauldron in front of him. Instead, Gong Long did.

He placed his hand on Xue Qiang’s spear and looked at her, his words not only trying to pacify her anger but also Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue’s.

"Trust Brother Tan, he would never do anything to hurt Brother Feng!" said Gong Long, his expression deadly serious.

Xue Qiang glared at Gong Long for a brief moment before withdrawing her spear and crossing her arms.

"Fine, but if he dies, I’ll kill both of you!" she snapped.

A cold shiver ran down Gong Long’s spine. He swallowed hard, realizing the danger he’d put himself in.

’Brother Tan, you better not fail!’ he thought, his face pale. ’If Feng Fan dies, this crazy girl will send us both to accompany him to the grave!’

Contrary to the worried expressions around him, Lai Hu, the one who had suggested the solution to Tan Wei, was brimming with excitement.

"You did it! You did it!" Lai Hu’s voice echoed in Tan Wei’s mind, filled with joy.

"Boy, you’ve taken the first step to becoming the strongest alchemist beneath and above the heavens. Now, go! Embrace your legacy and use it to save your friend!"

The moment Lai Hu saw the transformation of the cauldron, he knew Tan Wei had succeeded. He didn’t understand why Tan Wei’s appearance had shifted to resemble his master so much, but that didn’t matter now.

What mattered was the knowledge and power Tan Wei had awakened. Whatever lay within the cauldron was no ordinary inheritance—it was bound to hold the key to solving Feng Fan’s dire situation.

The moment Feng Fan was tossed into the cauldron, Tan Wei began chanting, strange and ancient words flowing from his lips. The spiritual qi in the air above started pouring into the cauldron alongside Feng Fan.

As the spiritual qi entered, it began to transform, turning into water that gently enveloped Feng Fan’s body. The water level rose steadily, and as it did, the spiritual qi within the cauldron started to accumulate.

Tan Wei didn’t turn the extra spiritual qi into water; instead, he infused it with fire properties, causing the temperature inside the cauldron to rise gradually.

When Tan Wei judged the time to be right, he reached into his space ring and pulled out an oversized bamboo spoon. He began stirring the ingredients inside the cauldron.

And the ingredients he was stirring… was Feng Fan himself!