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

"The way that guy talked… it sounds like there are a lot of people here," Huang Xue pointed out.

Feng Fan nodded, agreeing with her. He'd gotten the same impression.

"It doesn't matter. Let's just be more careful from now on. If the others are only as strong as those guys, we won't have much to worry about anyway."

After dealing with his good friends, who generously donated some pocket change for groceries, Feng Fan and his group continued their journey toward the ice castle at the center of the city.

It didn't take long before their next opponents showed up.

Ten vortexes, similar to the ones that had appeared the first moment they arrived at the ice city, once again appeared in front of them. Instead of a single ice knight, five ice knights and five ice horses materialized in front of them.

Each knight was mounted on a horse, holding a spear and aiming directly at them.@@novelbin@@

"One for each. Looks like they're inviting us to dance," Feng Fan said, pulling the Suppression Relic out of his space ring. "Too bad I already have a partner."

The knight closest to Feng Fan charged at him on its horse, the spear freezing the air around it. Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic and slammed it against the knight's spear.

The impact sent Feng Fan skidding back a few meters.

"Damnit! Who was the bastard that gave them horses? Don't let me catch you!" Feng Fan complained.

Before the knight could attack again, Feng Fan quickly activated his spiritual qi vision to locate their cores.

"Xue Qiang, your knight's core is on its head, and the horse's core is on its stomach."

"Huang Xue, your knight's core is on its left thigh, and the horse's core is on its head."

"Su Xiaoli, your knight's core is on its dantian, and the horse's core is on its right front paw."

"Mao Shun, your knight's core is on its right arm, and the horse's core is on its chest."

Feng Fan quickly shared the weak spots of their enemies with everyone before the fight. This way, they could handle their opponents more efficiently.

Feng Fan's group nodded and quickly adjusted their attacks, targeting their opponents' weak spots.

After Feng Fan finished speaking, the ice knight charged at him again. Instead of blocking, he leaped into the air. Using his spiritual qi vision, he pinpointed the knight's weak spot—the neck. As for the horse's weakness, it was directly beneath its rider.

Once positioned precisely above the knight, Feng Fan threw the Suppression Relic with full force. It shot downward like a comet, piercing through the knight's head, shattering its core, and continuing straight into the horse's core.

"Two birds with one stone, not too shabby," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

After taking down both the knight and its horse, Feng Fan landed on the ground with all the grace of an elephant. He scanned the battlefield, watching the others fight.

Their battles were nearly over, so he chose not to interfere. Two minutes later, they had finished off their opponents.

As they moved closer to the ice castle, they encountered more people. Now, Feng Fan and his group stood atop a two-story ice building, watching a confrontation unfold below.

In a small plaza, two groups faced each other, their eyes filled with murderous intent. Mao Shun's expression flickered when he recognized one of those groups: ten individuals wearing Taoist robes adorned with a feather on the chest.

"The ones with the feather on their chest are from the Mao family," Mao Shun said, his expression turning cold.

After his parents' death, he held no goodwill toward the Mao family. In his eyes, most of them were just as guilty as his uncle, Mao Hu.

Feng Fan raised an eyebrow. "Even the Mao Empire's royal family is here? What does this Dao Domain have that could attract a group as powerful as them?"

Despite his curiosity, he wasn't concerned. Everyone before him was only at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm. He didn't believe any of them could pose a real threat.

'Since there aren't any Nascent Soul realm experts here, this domain must have restrictions… I wonder what kind of expert created such a powerful place, one strong enough to make even a powerhouse like the Mao family obey its rules,' Feng Fan mused, his expression thoughtful.

But a smirk soon tugged at his lips.

"Brother Mao, since your family is here, why don't we go say hello?"

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"Jia Jiang, I'm surprised the Jia family sent you here. Aren't they afraid of losing their little genius?" said a man from the Mao family, who seemed to be leading the group of ten.

Jia Jiang, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, looked at him with clear disdain.

"And who's going to kill me? You? Xie Liwei? You're nothing but the Mao family's lapdog!"

Despite his group being outnumbered, Jia Jiang showed no fear.

Xie Liwei's expression darkened. He wasn't a direct descendant of the Mao family but an adopted son trained under their banner. The Mao family had strict rules, adopted members couldn't take the Mao surname and were given the Xie name instead.

Xie Liwei's greatest ambition was to marry into the Mao family and have a son who carried their name. But to achieve that, he had to prove his worth and showcase his strength.

"Hmph. Jia Jiang, let's see if you can still run your mouth after I cut out your tongue!" Xie Liwei sneered, drawing his sword from his space ring.

As Xie Liwei gripped his sword, the members of the Mao family, along with Jia Jiang and the members of the Jia family, followed suit. The fight was about to begin.

"Ah, gentlemen, there's no need for violence. Why don't we have a little chat instead?"

A calm voice cut through the tension as if the brewing battle was of no concern.

It was Feng Fan, strolling in casually with Mao Shun, Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang by his side.