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

After Xue Qiang left, Feng Fan took a shower and changed into fresh clothes. His old outfit was too damaged to be of any use, so he handed it over to a menial disciple to dispose of.

Another set of clothes would be provided to him later that day.

'Alright, time to figure out my next steps. Let's start with this,' Feng Fan thought as he retrieved the Suppression Relic from his space ring.

Feng Fan tried infusing spiritual qi into the artifact, but nothing happened.

Not giving up, he circulated his breathing technique in line with the Heavens Suppression Arts. This time, there was a response.

A torrent of information surged into his mind. Feng Fan quickly recognized it—it was the Heavens Suppression Arts manual. However, unlike the version he had studied, this one was far more complete.

Though much of it was still beyond his comprehension, the knowledge was firmly imprinted in his mind.

'So, the manual I had wasn't the full version after all…'

As he delved deeper into the new information, revelations began to surface:

'For instance, the previous manual didn't explain well enough how to advance my realm, only stating that the Heavens Suppression Arts is both a body cultivation and qi cultivation technique. It didn't mention that I had to advance in both paths simultaneously.'

'This means that to step into the 2nd Qi Gathering realm, I must also advance into the 2nd Body Forging realm at the same time.'

Feng Fan continued analyzing the information:

'Another crucial difference is how my body must be cultivated. Unlike standard body cultivators, I can't train using external objects like elixirs. To strengthen my body, I have to circulate refined spiritual qi through it, processed specifically by the Heavens Suppression Arts.'

'Natural resources can still aid my cultivation, but they must first be converted into pure energy through my arts. This technique is incredibly strict about purity. It won't allow my body to be tainted by impure or external energies.'

'Hopefully, this won't slow down my progress. I wonder how I compare to Huang Xue and Xue Qiang, those so-called immortal-level talents.'

While thinking, Feng Fan began tossing the Suppression Relic up and catching it with the same hand, as if it were a ball.

'There isn't a manual on how to use this thing, though. It seems capable of absorbing a lot of energy, but where does it go?'

Feng Fan closed his eyes and tried circulating his breathing technique again, but this time, instead of being passive, he focused his consciousness inside the relic, just as he did with the space ring.

Similar to the space ring, he saw the heavenly lightning trapped inside. The Suppression Relic worked like a space ring, but instead of storing items, it stored energy!

Feng Fan's eyes snapped open in surprise. "Incredible! It means I can lock away any energy to use later, right? Maybe… even for cultivation?"

New possibilities opened up for Feng Fan.

'This heavenly lightning… Can I… use it?'

A bold idea filled Feng Fan's mind, and he couldn't help but try it.

He sat cross-legged and began circulating his cultivation technique with the Suppression Relic in his hand.

His consciousness entered the relic, and he slowly tried to draw out the heavenly lightning, but only a small bit of it—so small that it was almost unnoticeable.

The heavenly lightning passed through his dormant meridians and started wreaking havoc. Even though it was just a tiny amount, it still contained the force of heavenly laws.

For a Qi Gathering realm cultivator to handle it would be suicidal.

Feng Fan gritted his teeth and focused his qi to envelope the lightning. His Heavens Suppression technique seemed to be a perfect fit for this task.

Slowly, it began to consume the energy inside the lightning and convert it.

Hours passed, and before Feng Fan realized it, two entire days had gone by!

The process was tiresome and painful, but it yielded results. When Feng Fan stopped cultivating, he had reached the peak of both the 1st Qi Gathering realm and the 1st Body Forging realm—only one step away from the 2nd realm.

He had awakened 16 of his meridians!

Feng Fan opened his eyes and felt the changes in his body.

'Incredible. With this, at least for the next few months, maybe even years, I won't have to worry about cultivation resources. I can just use this heavenly lightning to improve my realm.'

Feng Fan began laughing like a madman. "Hahahaha! The heavens tried to kill me, but they ended up helping me instead. Truly, a protagonist's aura is amazing! It can turn disaster into opportunity. This is what I call plot armor!"

After the initial excitement of his cultivation faded, Feng Fan glanced around and was surprised to see a neatly folded set of clothes and a pile of food near his door.

Grrrrumble!

His stomach's growl reminded him just how hungry he was. "Wow, no wonder people can cultivate for years in retreat. I thought only a few hours had passed, but it's been at least two days."

Feng Fan quickly stopped cultivating, stored the new clothes in his space ring, and began devouring the food.

Despite the generous portions, it didn't seem like enough. His body craved more sustenance, demanding more than ever.

"I should probably start hunting for my own food. Maybe demon beasts would be more nourishing than ordinary meals."

Knock. Knock.

The sound at the door snapped Feng Fan's attention away from his thoughts.

"Who is it?" he called out.

"It's me, Elder Jiang," came the familiar voice.

'Elder Jiang?' Feng Fan was taken aback.

He hadn't expected Elder Jiang to come personally. He thought the resources would be delivered by a menial disciple, like before.

"I'm coming," Feng Fan replied, rising from the ground and heading to the door.

As he opened it, he smiled warmly. "Please come in, Elder Jiang. Make yourself comfortable."

Even though he didn't urgently need cultivation resources, he certainly wouldn't complain if a wealthy old man showed up at his door with a bunch of rare delicacies.

Elder Jiang stepped inside, but the moment he looked around, he froze. For a brief second, he wondered if he had entered a pigsty instead of a disciple's quarters.

Though the room was simple in design, Feng Fan had somehow managed to make it an absolute mess.

Elder Jiang turned to Feng Fan with a deadpan expression, locking eyes with him. "The futon is a disaster, there's a mountain of dirty plates scattered on the floor, and your cauldron looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks. How in the heavens did you manage to turn such a basic room into this chaos? Are you a pig?"

Feng Fan glanced around the room, his face tinged with embarrassment. Elder Jiang was right—the place was a complete mess. To make matters worse, he realized he had even damaged the futon during his cultivation without noticing it.

There were scorch marks on the futon, left behind by the heavenly lightning that had surged through his body.

"Ugh, I'll—" Feng Fan began, but Elder Jiang cut him off.

"Forget it. Just have a menial disciple clean this mess later. Don't waste your cultivation time on trivial matters. Besides, I have something important to discuss with you, that's why I came here personally."@@novelbin@@

Feng Fan's face twisted into a strange expression. 'Since when does this guy care about my cultivation?' he thought.