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

As Feng Fan placed his hand on Qian Xiaoli's chest, he immediately felt a sharp, bone-chilling cold radiating from her body. Even with his robust physique, the icy sensation was almost unbearable.

'What kind of piercing cold is this?' he thought, alarmed. 'This cold spiritual qi is so potent it's bypassing my body's defenses!'

He activated his cultivation technique, channeling his spiritual qi into her chest. The infusion managed to halt the spread of the cold qi temporarily, but Feng Fan quickly realized it wasn't enough.

'This won't work. I'm only suppressing the symptoms, not addressing the root cause,' he thought, gritting his teeth.

No matter how much qi he poured into her, the icy spiritual energy disappeared, remaining confined to her now icy blue core. Yet, the once golden core continued to generate the freezing qi, which meant the problem was far from resolved.

'If I can't neutralize the source, this will only delay the inevitable. And I can't keep this up forever—my qi reserves will run dry.'

Realizing the urgency of the situation, Feng Fan reduced the flow of his spiritual qi, maintaining just enough to suppress the cold's spread while he considered his next move.

After a brief pause, he summoned his trusted brick from his space ring.

'I have no idea what caused this, but I know someone who might,' Feng Fan thought decisively.

His consciousness dove into the Suppression Relic, and soon, he located the slumbering soul of the Heavenly Demon Monarch.

"Old bastard, wake up," Feng Fan called out.

The Heavenly Demon Monarch stirred, opening his eyes with a lazy expression. He recognized Feng Fan's voice immediately.

"What do you want?" the Monarch asked, his tone impatient.

"A friend of mine just broke through to the Golden Core Formation realm," Feng Fan began, "but something went wrong. Her golden core turned blue, and now a freezing spiritual qi was spreading through her body. If I don't stop it, it'll kill her. Do you know how to fix this?"

The Heavenly Demon Monarch's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh... fascinating. Is your friend a woman?"

Feng Fan frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"

The Monarch smirked. "Everything."

"She is," Feng Fan admitted.

The Heavenly Demon Monarch's smirk widened. "Then it's clear. Her symptoms are due to her physique. She has an Extreme Yin Body."

If the situation weren't so dire, Feng Fan would've rolled his eyes. 'Of course... it had to be something ridiculous like this.'

"And how exactly am I supposed to treat her?" he asked impatiently.

The Monarch's smirk turned devious. "Why should I tell you? Oh, and you'd better hurry. She doesn't have much time left."

The Heavenly Demon Monarch's thoughts, however, betrayed him.

'To save her, she'd need a heavenly treasure imbued with potent yang energy, but in a place as spiritually barren as this one, that's nearly impossible. The second option is dual cultivation with someone who has an Extreme Yang Body. In the immortal world, she wouldn't have reached this crisis, her elders would've known to feed her weaker yang-based treasures throughout her cultivation journey.'

Feng Fan gritted his teeth, catching the Monarch's thoughts without him knowing. 'Damn it! Where am I supposed to find either of those things here?!'

"If you release me, I'll tell you how to save her. What do you say?" The Heavenly Demon Monarch's smile was as sly as ever.

Feng Fan stared at him with utter disdain. "Forget it. I've already got what I need. You can rot in here for a few more years. See you never!"

Without waiting for a response, Feng Fan exited the Suppression Relic, leaving the Heavenly Demon Monarch utterly dumbfounded.

"What the...?! This isn't how it's supposed to go! Why didn't he even try to negotiate?!" the Monarch shouted, indignant at Feng Fan's decisive response.

Feng Fan continued to stare at Qian Xiaoli, racking his brain for a solution.

'If I contact her mother and ask her to find a yang-based heavenly treasure strong enough to save her, even if they manage to locate one, she'll probably die before it arrives. As for finding someone with an Extreme Yang Body… That's even more impossible,' he thought, his brow furrowing.

'The only reason I'm able to suppress her qi is because of my cultivation technique…'

Then, a sudden realization dawned on him. 'Wait. Yang energy is needed to suppress yin, but isn't my body and cultivation technique specifically designed to suppress all forces, whether below or above the heavens? This might actually work…'

His gaze shifted back to Qian Xiaoli's unconscious yet stunning figure, and he swallowed hard. 'It seems that today… I must sacrifice my innocence to save a friend.'

The determination in his eyes wavered slightly, as if he were about to lose something precious.

'I'll never be able to get married after this!' he thought.

Then his gaze lingered on Qian Xiaoli, and a hesitant thought crept in. 'As for marrying this sadistic girl… maybe there's a chance I could fix her?' Your journey continues on empire

Feng Fan steeled his resolve and began sifting through the manuals stored in the space ring he had taken from the Heavenly Demon Monarch.

'There has to be a dual cultivation manual in here. I can't go and ask her mother for one…' He thought, a bead of sweat forming on his brow.

The idea made him pause for a moment, his expression growing increasingly awkward. 'Asking a mother for a manual to… help me fuck her daughter?'

Feng Fan finally exhaled in relief, his tension easing as his eyes landed on exactly what he needed. A radiant book materialized in his hand, its cover gleaming faintly.

Embossed on the front in elegant script were the words: Yin-Yang Fusion Arts.

"A Supreme-grade technique…" he muttered, a mix of awe and relief flashing across his face.

Feng Fan quickly skimmed through the manual's contents. To his relief, the technique only required one participant to understand it in order for it to work fully.

Of course, If both partners mastered the manual and used it in harmony, the effects would be doubled.

'That's more than good enough!' he thought, clutching the book tightly.