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

Feng Fan feigned a scared expression before beginning his explanation, though he had no intention of revealing the truth.

"Elder Jiang, it's like this… That damn Zhang Qi, a senior disciple with no regard for the sect's rules, found out about my fight against thirty Qi Cultivation disciples. He wanted to steal what he believed was a powerful defensive technique."

Elder Jiang nodded slightly, already aware of some parts of the story, where Feng Fan fought against thirty Qi Cultivation disciples.@@novelbin@@

Noticing this, Feng Fan adjusted his narrative. 'So they already know the basics? Good, less work for me.'

"Zhang Qi approached me earlier, claiming he wanted to buy my so-called technique. But I don't even have a technique! How could I? I'm just a poor, unfortunate soul who was kidnapped from Earth by malicious people, only to be discarded as useless trash…"

Elder Jiang's face flushed. 'This brat! He's mocking me!'

Feng Fan inwardly smirked, thoroughly enjoying his indirect jab at Elder Jiang. By implying that Jiang, a Dao Seeking expert, had misjudged him, he was subtly undermining the elder's reputation.

The other elders present, all old monsters in their own right, caught onto the underlying meaning immediately and couldn't help but chuckle.

Feigning obliviousness, Feng Fan continued. "It's just that I'm naturally suited for body cultivation. My body is stronger than most, which must be why they assumed I had some miraculous defensive technique."

The elders exchanged knowing glances. Not one of them believed him.

The only plausible explanation for Feng Fan's abilities was that he possessed a divine body, an existence as rare as phoenix feathers, or a powerful technique.

Although they believed the latter was more plausible, stealing from a junior, no matter how exceptional the said technique was, was beneath their dignity.

"When I told Zhang Qi that I didn't have any technique to give him, he got furious and said I would regret it. Of course, I was a little scared," Feng Fan continued, his voice trembling slightly as he played up his innocence. "But I trusted that the White Crow Sect, a moral and upright immortal sect, would never allow one disciple to kill another within its grounds."

Elder Jiang's expression darkened further. 'This brat… Is he implying we shouldn't steal from him? Does he really think so little of us?' Every word out of Feng Fan's mouth seemed tailored to strike a nerve.

"Who would have thought Zhang Qi would aim for Huang Xue instead? After she came to visit me late at night, he immediately kidnapped her and sent me a threatening letter. He said that if I didn't come here alone, he would kill her…"

The elders exchanged shocked glances. 'A late-night visit? Didn't Feng Fan say he'd only eat soft rice from young, beautiful women? Isn't Huang Xue, with her immortal-level talent, exactly perfect for that?'

Some of them looked at Feng Fan's face and couldn't help but wonder, 'How could someone like him, who wasn't handsome, even dream of eating such soft rice?'

Elder Yao, Huang Xue's master, frowned deeply. She resolved to better instruct her disciple on how to resist the charms of unscrupulous men in the future.

Feng Fan carried on, his tone growing more dramatic. "Of course, I, Feng Fan, would never abandon my friend! So I came here and fought Zhang Qi valiantly, but he was too strong! If not for the mysterious expert who appeared out of nowhere, I wouldn't be standing here now. That expert said I had an exceptional talent for body cultivation and even took me as his disciple!"

"He killed Zhang Qi," Feng Fan continued, "but because he was stronger than an Immortal Body Ascension realm cultivator, the heavenly laws punished him for lingering in the lower realms. Before leaving, he imparted to me his profound body cultivation technique. And just like that, he disappeared."

Gasps rippled through the group. An expert appeared, but he wasn't making a breakthrough to the Transcending Tribulation realm as they thought. He was an Immortal Body Cultivator!

'That would explain how he managed to enter the barrier without triggering an alert or breaking it. Immortals truly possess abilities beyond comprehension,' thought Elder Jiang.

Feng Fan sighed in relief. He wasn't sure if the heavenly laws would truly punish an immortal for descending to the lower realms, but he gambled that even if they didn't, the people present wouldn't know.

The place he was in, a remote corner of the Black Turtle Continent, was likely one where immortals had never been encountered. It seemed his bet had paid off.

All the elders present wore thoughtful expressions, but there was one who seemed to mourn in regret, Elder Cui.

'I finally found an exceptional body cultivation talent who could inherit my mantle, only to have him taken right from under my nose… How can I accept this?!'

"I understand, thanks for explaining. This bastard Zhang Qi really deserved to die. You did well upholding the sect's rules and morals, and fighting to save Huang Xue. I'll personally reward you with cultivation resources from my own reserves," said Elder Jiang, though internally, he was fuming.

'This bastard Feng Fan, the sect is already giving all the resources to the exceptional disciples from Earth, and there's nothing left to spare for him. But I can't let him say that we are stingy, ungrateful, and don't repay merits... I'll have to give him a little from my own resources,' thought Elder Jiang.

Feng Fan, hearing his thoughts, felt very pleased. Today, he had hit many birds with a single stone.

'Zhang Qi is out of the picture, and with my nonexistent mysterious master, the sect won't dare to touch me easily. Plus, I still gained resources for saving Huang Xue!'

Feng Fan glanced at Elder Jiang's forced smile and couldn't help but smirk in response. He cupped his hands respectfully. "Thank you, Elder Jiang. I promise to make good use of the resources you are going to provide."

'This little brat… he's too cunning!' Thought Elder Jiang.