My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 246: Dong Tao

Not only was Dong Fa at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing realm, but he also had one of the purest bloodlines among the Dong family. Some even said he would one day take the patriarch position—an honor reserved only for the strongest of each generation.

The foreign cultivators couldn't allow him to advance. Groups of three rushed at him, determined to bring him down. But each time Dong Fa punched, it didn't matter how many attacked him—they were all sent flying with shattered bones, crashing to the ground like broken dolls.

"Dong dog, die!" one of the foreigners roared, lunging forward with his sword raised high. A sharp sword intent cut through the air, aiming straight for Dong Fa.

Dong Fa's expression grew serious. Despite his reckless attitude, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he was unbeatable. Crossing his arms in front of him, his muscles tensed, bracing for impact.

The blade struck his scaled arms with a deafening clang, like metal crashing against metal. Though his defenses held strong, they weren't impenetrable—thin lines of blood appeared, slowly trickling down his arms and dripping onto the ground.

The swordsman sneered. "Where's all that arrogance now?"

Dong Fa didn't bother replying. He pushed his arms forward with a powerful shove, sending the swordsman skidding backward.

"Take out the Dong dogs together!" the swordsman shouted, rallying the nearby forces to swarm Dong Fa.

This wasn't a duel—it was a battlefield with twenty thousand cultivators locked in combat.

Ten foreign cultivators moved in unison, unleashing techniques that filled the air with strong spiritual qi. Their attacks came from every direction, aiming to overwhelm Dong Fa.

But he wasn't alone. His companions rushed to his side, forming a defensive line. Each of them summoned their own attacks to counter the incoming blows, holding the line together as the clash between both sides grew fiercer.

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"This is the spot Elder Liao told us to place the final relic," Cheng Guo said, pulling a strange, black, square object from his space ring. "He already set up three on each side of the island, but this last one has to be placed by us, otherwise, those Black Turtle dogs would have noticed."

He moved to a clearing in the forest and gave quick instructions.

"Form a circle. The relic goes in the center, and everyone needs to pour in their spiritual qi until the formation activates."

Following his orders, the foreign cultivators positioned themselves around the clearing. Cheng Guo carefully placed the relic in the center, then stepped back.

The hundred cultivators, including Cheng Guo, began channeling their cultivation techniques, sending their spiritual qi toward the relic. As the energy poured in, the object's dark color started to fade, slowly turning white. The transformation was painfully slow, and it would take at least half an hour to fully charge.

It was a clear sign of just how much spiritual qi was needed to fill such a relic—and Liao Cai planned to use four of them.

While the foreign cultivators continued to pour their spiritual qi into the relic, Feng Fan's group searched for the source of the voice that had called Xue Qiang. After arriving in the southern region, however, the voice abruptly stopped, leaving Xue Qiang lost and unable to pinpoint its location.

Since wandering around aimlessly wouldn't do any good, Feng Fan activated his spiritual qi vision, hoping to detect a strong concentration of energy. He assumed that whatever had called out would have a presence on par with Su Xiaoli's silver fan, so he scanned for anything out of the ordinary.

To his surprise, he found something, but not what he had expected.

"What's that…" Feng Fan muttered, his eyes narrowing as he focused on a clearing where spiritual qi surged and converged.

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"Fanfan, did you find something?" Xue Qiang asked.

Feng Fan nodded. "Yes, but it doesn't seem to be what we're looking for. There are human cultivators sending their spiritual qi toward something in the middle. I've never seen anything like it."

"Human cultivators?" Mao Shun raised his eyebrows, clearly caught off guard. "Weren't they all supposed to be heading toward the center of the battlefield? Why would they be here?"

"Whatever it is, it can't be anything good. Let's go check it out," Feng Fan said. "We don't know if they're enemies or allies, so let's move carefully."

"You're right," Su Xiaoli agreed.

The group nodded in unison, preparing to move. But before they could, a calm voice called out from behind them.

"Are you from the Dao Seeking School?"

They turned around and saw a man floating in the air, standing atop a book. He had a gentle, scholarly appearance—at first glance, he looked more like a refined academic than a cultivator.

But what caught Feng Fan's attention wasn't the man himself, but the book under his feet. His eyes widened as he spotted the symbol "Suppression" on the cover.

'This… another artifact with the symbol Suppression. What's going on? Tao Wen, Mao Shun, and Su Xiaoli each have one, and if I'm not mistaken, Xue Qiang will soon have one too…'

He glanced at the Suppression Relic inside his space ring and sent a thought inward. 'Little Brick, do you know anything about these artifacts?'

The relic hummed softly. It seemed to have no memory of it.

Feng Fan sighed inwardly. 'Maybe when we find your last piece, we'll get some answers.'

The man on the book remained patient, waiting for their response. Finally, Feng Fan composed himself and spoke up. "We are. I'm Feng Fan."

He introduced the rest of his team, and the man cupped his hands respectfully. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Dong Tao."

Feng Fan couldn't hide his surprise. He had spent a year at the Black Turtle Sect and knew the Dong family were its true rulers. They were known for their formidable body cultivation and their powerful Black Turtle bloodline.

Yet this was the first time he had seen a member of the Dong family who looked so… physically frail.