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

After losing all its fire-attribute spiritual qi, Xue Qiang's spear lost its power. It struck the ice knight, but it was like throwing an egg at a rock.

Xue Qiang frowned in frustration. It was clear that fire attacks didn't work here because of the Dao laws inside the domain.

Right after the attack landed, a small vortex formed above the ice knight's neck, instantly restoring its head in the blink of an eye.

Since Xue Qiang was the last one to attack, the knight focused on her. It kicked the ground and leaped straight at her, its ice spear aimed at her head.

Xue Qiang tried to summon her weapon back using her spiritual qi, but it wouldn't reach her in time. Realizing she was in danger, Feng Fan quickly stepped between her and the ice knight.

The spear and Feng Fan's brick collided, the force of the impact sending the knight stumbling back a few steps.

'He's not that strong,' Feng Fan thought.

Seizing the moment, Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic and hurled it straight at the knight's core. The ice knight's defenses shattered easily under the force of Feng Fan's attack.

With its core destroyed, the ice knight broke into thousands of pieces and vanished.

"As long as we know where to hit, these knights aren't that tough. More will probably show up, so I'll point out their weak spots," Feng Fan said.

The others nodded in agreement. Without knowing where to strike, the fight could have dragged on much longer, even if this ice knight wasn't particularly strong.

Having this knowledge gave them a huge advantage. And since this was only the first guardian to appear, there was no doubt that stronger foes awaited them as they advanced toward the ice castle.

Xue Qiang clicked her tongue, clearly frustrated by the Dao laws restricting her. Without her flames, she had lost at least 70% of her strength.

Noticing her frustration, Feng Fan stepped closer and briefly held her hand. "Don't worry, Qinqin, I'll protect you."@@novelbin@@

At his words, her irritation melted away. Smiling shyly, she stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek. "Thanks, Fanfan."

Xue Qiang didn't actually think she needed his protection, but his consideration still warmed her heart.

Her kiss brought a smile to Feng Fan's face, but he quickly regained his serious expression. Turning his gaze toward the towering castle, he took the lead as they resumed their journey.

The wide ice-paved street stretched ahead, spacious enough for four carriages to travel side by side. Narrow streets branched off from the main road, lined with one and two-story buildings, their doors and windows sealed shut.

"Do these houses serve any purpose?" Mao Shun wondered aloud. "Why don't we take a look inside?"

Feng Fan found Mao Shun's suggestion reasonable. 'If these houses are here, they must be useful for something.'

He approached one of the buildings and knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?"

Silence.

After waiting a few seconds with no response, he shrugged. "If no one's home, I hope they don't mind me letting myself in."

Clenching his fist, he flexed his arm and threw a punch. The moment his fist met the ice, a shock ran through his arm—it felt like punching a thick plate of solid steel. The door didn't budge.

"I refuse to believe I can't break some ice," Feng Fan muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Taking a few steps back, he channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic. He hurled it at the door with full force. A loud crack echoed as fractures spread across the ice.

But before he could celebrate, the cracks vanished in an instant, the door restoring itself as if nothing had happened.

Feng Fan sighed, shaking his head. "Forget it. Let's just move on."

"I can't believe they let weaklings like you in here. Where are you from?" A voice dripping with disdain echoed from one of the narrow streets connecting to the main road.

Feng Fan and his group turned toward the speaker, spotting a young man with thick eyebrows. Behind him stood four others, all wearing the same robes, clearly part of his faction.

"Get lost, all five of you, while I'm still in a good mood," the man sneered.

A beautiful woman beside him chuckled. "Brother Jia, you're always so kind to the weak. If Brother Yao was here, he would've killed them already."

Feng Fan couldn't help but almost laugh at the scene before him. He had no idea where these people came from, but one thing he never worried about was making enemies.

In fact, he even welcomed them. After all, they often provided him with Qi stones—something he was always in need of.

Feng Fan moved like lightning toward Brother Jia, a warm, fake smile plastered on his face. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire

"Ah, Brother Jia, you're truly generous. Thank you for your mercy. Let me shake your hand in gratitude," he said, extending his right hand.

Su Xiaoli, well aware of Feng Fan's antics, could already predict what was coming. A quiet chuckle slipped past her lips.

Brother Jia eyed him suspiciously but decided to accept the handshake. The moment their hands met, Feng Fan's grip tightened like a vice. A sharp crack echoed through the air.

"AAAH! YOU—" Brother Jia's face twisted in pain as he glared at Feng Fan with fury.

"Oh? My apologies, Brother Jia. I didn't realize you were this fragile…" Feng Fan said, his fake smile unwavering.

A vein bulged on Brother Jia's forehead. "Let go, you bastard!"

Feng Fan put on an exaggeratedly sad expression. "Ah, Brother Jia, there's no need to be so aggressive. If you wanted me to let go of your hand, you could've just asked," he said, his tone filled with fake sincerity.

Despite his words, he didn't release his grip. He squeezed even harder!

"URGH!" Brother Jia's face twisted with rage as he felt the crushing pressure. Enraged, he summoned a sword from his space ring and swung it in a wide arc, aiming to decapitate Feng Fan.