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

After arriving at Red Pole's camp, Xiong Yun quickly made his way to the tent where the commanding figures were gathered. He entered without hesitation and cupped his hands respectfully. All eyes inside turned to him.

"We've located Obsidian Court's camp," he announced, his voice echoing through the tent.

"Well done," Fan Ying acknowledged with a nod before turning to Long Liu. "Elder Long, order all scouts to retreat closer to the camp. Also, send three of our best teams to Obsidian Court's camp. Have them gather any intelligence on the enemy's movements."

Long Liu nodded in agreement, and with that, both she and Xiong Yun left the tent. Dong Tian, who held equal authority to Fan Ying, remained silent. He understood his strengths and weaknesses well. When it came to warfare, Fan Ying was far more suited to lead.

"Given the Obsidian Court's capabilities, I doubt they haven't already discovered our location," Dong Tian said, stroking his long beard thoughtfully. "Should we increase the number of sentinels around the perimeter?"

"You're right," Fan Ying replied with a nod. "Double the watch and make sure every sentinel is accompanied by at least two others. We can't afford to be careless."

—

Inside a tent within the Obsidian Court's camp.

Hou Zemin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, listening quietly as a guard delivered his report. When the man finished, Hou Zemin waved him away, leaving only himself and Xiao Zendong in the tent. A deep furrow creased his brow, displeasure was clearly written across his face.

"So… they've managed to develop an antidote for our poisons," Hou Zemin muttered, more to himself than to Xiao Zendong. "It likely won't counter everything, but the fact they've produced a general antidote shows they have very competent alchemists. A prolonged war may not work in our favor."

Xiao Zendong's expression twisted with frustration. He turned to Hou Zemin and cupped his hands, speaking with forced respect despite the irritation in his voice. "Hou Zemin, allow me to dispatch an assassination squad. If we eliminate their leaders, we'll throw them into disarray and cripple their command structure."

He didn't think Hou Zemin would deny his request. After all, thanks to Pan Meilin, they now had the exact location of the enemy's camp. And in his eyes, there was no way a defensive array crafted by barbarians from an underdeveloped world could withstand the infiltration techniques of the Obsidian Court.

Hou Zemin could read Xiao Zendong like an open book. He considered the man a fool, but a fool with formidable skills. As much as he disliked him, he couldn't deny the effectiveness of Xiao Zendong's assassination techniques. Unless the enemy had an exceptional Array Master managing their defenses—a scenario Hou Zemin found highly improbable—the operation would likely succeed.

"Take five hundred assassins with you," Hou Zemin ordered calmly. "I'll await the results."

Xiao Zendong's eyes gleamed with bloodlust. A confident smirk stretched across his face as he bowed and turned to leave, his steps light with anticipation. The thought of slaughtering the so-called warriors of this primitive world sent a thrill through his veins.

Once the tent flap closed behind him, the air behind Hou Zemin shimmered. A woman rose from the ground like a phantom—Pan Meilin, her smile playful, yet sharp.

"Pan Meilin," Hou Zemin said, not bothering to turn around. "Go with him. Don't interfere. If they fail, I want information."

Pan Meilin chuckled softly, her voice like silk. "Commander Hou, aren't you being overly cautious? Xiao Zendong may be an idiot, but his assassination skills are second to none within the Obsidian Court. There's a reason the elders made him second-in-command for this campaign. They're grooming him to become the next Head."

Hou Zemin snorted. "Tch. That brute only understands violence. He lacks the mind of a true leader. We must never underestimate our enemies, no matter how primitive they seem. I don't expect him to fail… but if he does, and they all fall, I want to be ready for what comes next."

Pan Meilin's grin widened as she sank back into the shadows. "Understood."

—

Xiao Zendong led five hundred assassins across the desert, their figures blending with the sand and wind like ghosts. The weakest among them was a 5th-stage Return To Void cultivator. Each one was a master of their craft—capable of slaying even Transcending Tribulation experts if the element of surprise was on their side.

They moved in silence, gliding past the hidden defenses and traps scattered by Red Pole's scouts and Array Masters. The assassins of the Obsidian Court were infamous not just for their lethality, but for their ability to render even the most sophisticated formations useless without leaving a trace.

As they advanced, they bypassed one array after another, never triggering an alarm, never leaving evidence of their passage. Xiao Zendong's smirk widened with every step.

"These idiots have no idea what's coming," he muttered as Feng Fan's barrier came into view.

Most of the arrays they'd passed remained untouched. While they could dismantle them if needed, they rarely took such a risk. Destroying or disabling high-tier formations would alert an array master instantly. Instead, they either slipped through undetected or made minor, almost imperceptible adjustments to pass through safely.

With the barrier now within reach, Xiao Zendong's confidence swelled. Soon, chaos would descend upon the Red Pole camp—and he would be the one to bring it!

"Oh, now this one's much better than the others we've seen so far," said a voice behind Xiao Zendong. A skinny man with a pale face admired Feng Fan's defensive array, his eyes gleaming as he studied it.

Xiao Zendong glanced back at him and sneered. "Hmph. Just a slightly more competent barbarian, that's all. Don't get too impressed, Cai Xiaowen. Let's get this over with."

Cai Xiaowen clicked his tongue quietly and shook his head. He didn't like Xiao Zendong—a brute with too much confidence and too little patience. Still, personal feelings didn't matter. Orders were orders, and Xiao Zendong outranked him.

Suppressing his disdain, Cai Xiaowen approached the barrier, flanked by several other array specialists. Together, they began to manipulate the formation's edge, attempting to pry open a gap large enough for the assassins to pass through unnoticed.

Meanwhile, deep in the heart of Red Pole's camp, Feng Fan's eyes snapped open. A slow, devilish grin curled his lips.

"Well, well… looks like some rats want to sneak in. It'd be rude not to give them a proper welcome."