My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 168: What Do You Mean By Again?

"So… should we go back to the white orb?" Feng Fan asked.

He looked up and noticed that the cliff where the orb had been was gone, yet the orb itself remained, floating in midair.

"Didn’t I hit that thing? How is it still there?" he muttered, puzzled.

"When we arrived, it wasn’t there. I think you did move it, but it returned on its own," Qian Xiaoli said.

"Wait… does that mean this orb has a consciousness or something?" Feng Fan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Qian Xiaoli gave him a flat look, as if he had just said something ridiculous. "Of course not. That’s just a predetermined response. Do you really think relics with consciousness are as common as cabbages at the market? I’ve never even heard of one in the Black Turtle Continent."

Feng Fan scratched the back of his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Let’s just go. With the white orb, we’ll win the competition without a doubt. Now that Hou Mengyao is out of the picture, I doubt anyone else will dare to try and steal it."

Huang Xue nodded in agreement, but Qian Xiaoli smirked at him.

"Aren’t you forgetting something, Fan’er?" she asked, her tone playful.

"Huh? What did I forget? Didn’t I already give you a hug and a kiss?" Feng Fan asked, genuinely confused.

Qian Xiaoli’s cheeks flushed red. "Idiot! The orbs you collected! Did you already forget our deal?!"

"Oh!" Realization hit him. "My bad, hehe."

He quickly pulled out all the orbs from his wristband and handed them over to Qian Xiaoli.

"Satisfied?"

Qian Xiaoli shook her head. "No, give me more. How can I be sure I’ll get second place with just these?"

Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "We robbed so many people, and you’re still complaining? Stop it. I’m sure you can get second place with what you have."

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Qian Xiaoli chuckled. ’Robbing others had indeed been quite profitable.’

"And what if you’re wrong? How are you going to make it up to me?"

"Aren’t you already rich?" Feng Fan asked. "What more could you possibly want from a poor guy like me?"

Poor Feng Fan. At that moment, he had no idea just how broke he really was.

The Suppression Relic had absorbed everything in his space ring that radiated spiritual qi—over 99% of his stored valuables.

"Don’t be so stingy. If I don’t get second place, you’ll take me to the capital and treat me to dinner again. How about that?"

Feng Fan was about to agree when a sudden heat spread through his right shoulder. A warm hand had just landed there.

"What do you mean by again?" A melodious voice rang behind him.

He turned around to see Xue Qiang smiling—a beautiful, yet chilling smile. Her expression gave little away, but the rising heat on his shoulder spoke volumes about her mood.

"Uh, Qinqin, I—"

Xue Qiang tightened her grip on Feng Fan’s shoulder and, without mercy, pulled him behind her before turning to face Qian Xiaoli.

Fortunately for him, his body was strong enough that neither her heat nor her strength could hurt him.

Qian Xiaoli raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what Xue Qiang was about to do.

"Here, take these. This should be enough," Xue Qiang said, handing over every orb she had stored in her wristband.

Qian Xiaoli accepted them but let out a dramatic sigh. "Ah, I thought you two were just a couple, but it turns out she’s actually your sugar mommy, Feng Fan…"

Huang Xue, watching from the side, couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle, while Feng Fan smiled awkwardly.

As for Xue Qiang, she kept her cold gaze locked on Qian Xiaoli. "You got what you wanted. Why are you still here?"

"No need to be so aggressive. We’ll be sisters in the future, after all," Qian Xiaoli said with a playful smile. "Besides, there are still four days left before the competition ends. I’ll be here until the very end…"

Her words made Xue Qiang’s cold expression falter, replaced by confusion. ’Sisters? What does she mean? Is she joining the White Crow Sect?’

That was the first thought that crossed Xue Qiang’s mind, but it didn’t make sense to her. Discover stories with novelbuddy

Qian Xiaoli had the powerful Qian Empire backing her. Why would she choose the White Crow Sect, which was far weaker than her own family?

Neither Qian Xiaoli nor Feng Fan offered any further explanation. Qian Xiaoli felt she had already said too much, and Feng Fan preferred to keep his soul inside his body.

With the conversation over, Xue Qiang, Feng Fan, and Huang Xue flew toward the white orb, while Qian Xiaoli headed into the forest where the cliff once stood. She kept a safe distance, not wanting to risk accidentally claiming the orb when the competition ended.

Besides, Xue Qiang was still giving her a strange look, and Qian Xiaoli felt it was best not to push her luck.

’Who knows when she’ll decide to pull her spear out and stab me?’ she thought, glancing at Xue Qiang.

The day passed peacefully, with no other sects coming to claim the white orb. But just as Feng Fan was beginning to relax, a nagging feeling crept into his mind.

"Wait… didn’t we forget something?"

—

The day before, right after Feng Fan killed Hou Mengyao, the first thing everyone did was look for the screens displaying the white orb.

The first person they saw beside the orb was none other than the most despised figure in the competition—Feng Fan.

A heavy silence filled the viewing area as countless eyes locked onto him. Though no one dared to say it outright, the implication was clear.

The sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect narrowed his eyes, his expression dark.

’Did he really kill Yao’er? That shouldn’t be possible… This brat is too weak…’

No matter the doubts, one thing was certain—Feng Fan knew something.

’I’ll capture him and soul-search his memories.’

Whether Feng Fan was guilty or not didn’t matter. The process would leave him a mindless husk, but the sect master didn’t care.

Whether Feng Fan was innocent or not, he wanted him dead!