My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 245: South

On the foreign forces' side, a group of a hundred cultivators gathered, discussing their next move.

"Senior Brother, are we really following Elder Liao's orders? I don't think it's necessary. The weaklings from Red Pole are nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered!" one of them, Zhu Liqin, scoffed.

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The leader of the group, Cheng Guo, shot him a cold glare. Entrusted by Liao Cai to ensure victory, by any means necessary, he had no patience for dissent.

"Did I ask for your opinion, Zhu Liqin?" Cheng Guo's aura surged, pressing down on Zhu Liqin like a mountain.

Despite being at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm himself, Zhu Liqin buckled under the pressure, his knees nearly giving out.

"I-I'm sorry, Senior Brother! P-Please forgive me!" he stammered, his face pale.

Cheng Guo withdrew his aura but didn't bother to hide his disdain. "If you want to keep your head on your shoulders, don't question Elder Liao again."

Zhu Liqin hurriedly bowed. "Y-Yes, Senior Brother. Thank you for showing mercy."

Cheng Guo sneered at his pathetic display but said nothing more. Without another word, he turned and flew, not toward the battlefield's center but to the south.

"Move out," he ordered.

The ninety-nine cultivators followed in silence.

—

It has been six hours since Feng Fan's group took flight.

Feng Fan suddenly stopped and signed for those behind him to do the same.

"Brother Feng, what's up?" Mao Shun asked, confused about why they stopped so far away from their destination.

"Just wait for a couple of minutes."

Without another word, Feng Fan's hand shimmered with spiritual qi. He quickly drew an array where they stood. Because those around him weren't familiar with the Array Dao, they didn't know what kind of array Feng Fan had created.

"Ok, let's continue," Feng Fan said.

But before they could resume their journey, Xue Qiang interrupted. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Uh? Heard what?" Hunag Xue asked with a puzzled expression.

She wasn't the only one, though. Everyone looked at Xue Qiang with the same confused expression. No one but her had heard anything different.

"It's like… something is calling me?"

Feng Fan left out a gasp. "Could it be… the same thing that happened to Xiao'er?! Qinqin, where is this coming from?"

Xue Qiang lifted her right arm and pointed toward the direction she was hearing a voice continuously calling her. "There."

She was pointing to the south.

—

Floating cross-legged in mid-air, Dong Tao flipped open a book titled 'Suppression'. The cover was unremarkable, but the moment his eyes landed on the first blank page, words began to appear.

Each time he turned a page, new text surfaced as if responding to his gaze. He read in silence, his brows furrowing deeper with every passing moment.

"This is… strange."

A sudden pull in his mind made him glance southward.

"Logically, the battle should erupt at the center of the battlefield," he muttered. "So why… are the threads of fate pulling me south?"

For a moment, he hesitated. But then, with a deep breath, he closed the book. "Whatever awaits in the south—that's where I must go."

The book in his hands expanded several times its size until it was large enough to stand on. With a single step onto it, Dong Tao soared forward. Even at a casual pace, his speed rivaled that of a peak Nascent Soul realm cultivator.

—

After half a day, the first clash between the foreign cultivators and people from the Black Turtle Continent erupted like a thunderstorm.

"Foreign dogs, die!"

A body cultivator from the Black Turtle Sect lunged forward, his fist tearing through the air with raw power. Behind him, dozens of cultivators from the Black Turtle Continent charged in unison, their battle cries shaking the battlefield.

From the rear, spellcasters invoked devastating techniques—fiery explosions, torrents of water, and meteor-like projectiles rained down upon the enemy lines.

"Fury of the Tides!"

"Blazing Sun!"

"Meteor Descent!"

The sky shimmered with spiritual qi as a wave of destruction descended upon the foreign forces. The warriors of the Black Turtle Continent were fueled by anger and determination, their goal clear—to drive out the invaders and reclaim their land.

But the foreign cultivators did not falter. Instead of panic, many of them smirked.

"Is this all the Black Turtle Continent has to offer?" one sneered, effortlessly blocking an attack aimed at him. "I'm amazed you insects have survived this long."

"You uncultured fools should be grateful! Becoming our slaves is the best future you could ever hope for!" another taunted, backstepping a spell with ease.

Their jeers only fanned the flames of the Black Turtle warriors' rage. Their attacks grew fiercer, their movements reckless, caring little for the wounds they sustained in their blind aggression.

Yet, what none of them noticed was the enemy's intent.

The foreign cultivators weren't fighting at full strength. They blocked and parried, retreating slightly at each clash, feigning weakness.

To the Black Turtle warriors, it looked like victory was within reach.

"They're running! Push forward and wipe them out!"

"Don't let a single one escape!"

"Kill! Kill!"

But despite their retreat, the foreigners exchanged amused glances, their lips curling into mocking smiles.

"Just as the elders said, these Red Pole idiots are easy to provoke," one muttered under his breath.

"Soon, all of Red Pole will be ours."

Among the frenzied warriors was Dong Fa, his heart pounding with raw fury. His family had battled these invaders for generations—many had fallen, their blood staining the soil.

This was his moment to avenge them.

His body tensed as he activated his bloodline. His skin darkened, hardening as thick, shell-like plates formed along his arms. Black scales spread over his limbs, glistening like obsidian under the battlefield's chaotic glow.

"I won't let you dogs escape alive!" Dong Fa roared, launching himself forward like a predator locking onto its prey.

The foreign cultivators' eyes narrowed the moment they recognized the black scales forming around Dong Fa's arms.

How could they not recognize it?

That bloodline, the very mark of the Dong family, had been a thorn in their side for centuries. The Dong clan's warriors had fought relentlessly, halting their advances time and time again, slaughtering their kin without mercy.