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

A confident smile curved on Feng Fan's lips as a barrage of attacks rushed toward him. Sword lights, flame lances, compressed void blasts; dozens of killing moves, each capable of leveling a mountain, all converged on his exposed figure in mid-air.

'Well, look at that,' he mused, utterly unshaken. 'Didn't even need to spend a drop of spiritual qi to provoke them.'

There was no time to prepare a grand web of formations, so instead, he had poured everything into modifying a single array etched onto his body.

A rebound array.

Normally, such arrays were considered defensive tools, designed to reflect a portion of the incoming force. But Feng Fan's own array was much stronger than most, not to mention now that it was upgraded to a tier 9 array.

He still didn't know exactly what the transformation had done. Tier 9 arrays were unheard of in the mortal realm. Also, most would use their Dao in a way that conformed with the Heavenly Laws to create tier 9 arrays. Feng Fan had done the opposite, which would definitely lead to unpredictable effects.

His spiritual qi flared, activating the array.

The space around him warped with a chaotic ripple, like a mirror shattering inward. Then, the first wave of attacks struck.

A sword slash, brimming with sword intent, came from Feng Fan's left. It struck the array on his body, which trembled slightly before absorbing the attack and unleashing it from his right side

The slash carved clean through another cultivator, cleaving him in half, though not before the dying man had launched his own desperate strike.

The dead cultivator had thrown his spear, wreathed in roaring flames, straight at Feng Fan's head. The moment the tip touched Feng Fan's array, space distorted. The flames died instantly, and the spear turned frigid; its temperature plunged to near absolute zero.

The ice-touched weapon veered mid-air and pierced the heart of yet another cultivator rushing to attack. His body froze solid as the frost rapidly spread, turning him into a lifeless ice statue.

Because most of the Obsidian Court cultivators weren't attacking from a distance, their strikes weren't being directly rebounded at them. However, due to Feng Fan's Disorder Dao, the redirected attacks followed erratic, unpredictable trajectories. Some arced unnaturally through the air, while others twisted mid-flight, catching even distant allies off guard.

This chaos delayed their understanding of what was truly happening. By the time Hou Zemin realized that their relentless assault was only serving to decimate their own forces, it was already too late.

The Obsidian Court's numbers, already whittled down by Feng Fan's earlier spell and the Heavenly Tribulation, dropped even further. What once had been a formidable army was now barely a remnant. Fewer than ten thousand cultivators remained.

"Stop attacking him!" Hou Zemin roared.

The Obsidian Court cultivators instantly halted their offensive. It didn't take a genius to grasp the reasoning behind the command. Unfortunately, the order had come far too late.

The Red Pole cultivators had never stopped attacking. While their enemies focused all their attention on Feng Fan, they had ruthlessly pressed the advantage. Even after Obsidian Court ceased their assault, Red Pole continued to cull their forces. Hou Zemin could only watch helplessly as his army was carved apart.

His eyes locked onto Feng Fan, who stood above the battlefield with a smile that infuriated him to no end.

'How… how could a single cultivator cost us everything?!'

He clenched his fists, rage boiling beneath his skin. He knew that the war was over. No tactic, no formation, no desperate strike could change the outcome now. The battle had been lost the moment Feng Fan took the stage.

With no other choice, he retrieved the emergency token given at the start of the challenge. Gritting his teeth, he crushed it in his palm.

The space around them cracked like shattered glass, and in the blink of an eye, every cultivator inside the pocket dimension was ejected through the same portal they had entered—defeated, bloodied, and beaten.

The hundred envoys overseeing the challenge stood in stunned outside the pocket dimension where the challenge took place. While they had anticipated a swift conclusion to the battle, the outcome defied all expectations—Obsidian Court had been defeated.

Gasps and murmurs spread among the hundred figures as they processed the truth. The token had been shattered, the battle was over, and Obsidian Court had conceded defeat.

Among them, one envoy stood deathly pale, his expression frozen. With trembling hands, he summoned a communication token, his spiritual qi flooding into it as he sent a message across the universe.

At the center of the gathered envoys, a man holding a radiant staff slammed it against the ground. A deep echo boomed through the realm, silencing all whispers.

"Red Pole has emerged victorious," he declared. "From this moment on, Obsidian Court will step out of its seat on the Intergalactic Council. Red Pole shall take its place as one of the hundred ruling factions."

The weight of his words crashed down like a hammer hitting a nail. On one side, despair consumed the cultivators of Obsidian Court. Many fell to their knees, unable to process their loss. Generations of pride and dominance had come to an end at the hands of a single battle.

On the other side, a wave of joy exploded through Red Pole's ranks. Roars of triumph, tears of relief, and cries of laughter echoed across the battlefield. Cultivators ran toward Feng Fan, who stood slightly apart, watching everything unfold with a tired smile.

They surrounded him and, with united strength, lifted him into the air. "Feng Fan! Feng Fan! Feng Fan!" they chanted, their voices filled with gratitude and awe. He had become their hero. Without him, none of them would be alive, let alone victorious.

Watching from a distance, Long Liu, who had returned to her human form, looked at the scene with a smile. 'This boy… he's no ordinary genius. He's a monster.'

Feng Fan, high above the crowd, smiled as the wind rushed past him.

'Finally… maybe now I can cultivate in peace for a while,' he thought.