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

For the rest of the day, Feng Fan focused on his cultivation. This time, he decided to experiment with the middle-grade qi stone instead of relying on the heavenly lightning.

The energy from the qi stone was much gentler, making it easier and faster to absorb during cultivation.

Although he didn't manage to break through to the 2nd stage by the end of the day, he could feel that he was just one step away from achieving it.

"Alright, time to rest. I should follow Elder Jiang's instructions tomorrow," Feng Fan muttered to himself before heading to bed.

The next morning, he woke up feeling refreshed and made his way to the east gate, as instructed by Elder Jiang.

Before leaving the main peak, he noticed Huang Xue running in the same direction.

"Good morning, Feng Fan," she greeted with a warm smile.

Ever since the events that led to Zhang Qi's death, Huang Xue felt much closer to Feng Fan. She saw him as someone she could trust completely.

"Good morning, Huang Xue. Are you heading to the new disciple selection too?" Feng Fan asked casually.

Huang Xue nodded. "Yes. My master told me to attend. It seems everyone from our class is going."

"I see," Feng Fan replied, then noticed another girl running beside Huang Xue. It was someone he'd seen in class for a year but had never spoken to.

"Oh, good morning, Song Shu," he greeted, his tone polite but curious.

Song Shu was a short, bob-haired girl with a slim build. She radiated a quiet, nerd vibe, the kind that often blended into the background.@@novelbin@@

Feng Fan hadn't paid her much attention before, but the strange thoughts he'd glimpsed from Huang Xue's mind had piqued his interest.

'If Huang Xue's odd ideas about friendship come from this girl, then she must be just as weird,' he thought, amused.

Song Shu turned her head to him, blinking as if trying to recall something. "Oh! Hello… um, what was your name again?"

Feng Fan froze, baffled. "We've been in the same class for a year, and you don't even remember my name?"

Huang Xue, overhearing their exchange, chuckled softly. "Don't mind her; she's always been like this, lost in her own little world.. Song Shu, this is Feng Fan. He's one of us from Earth."

Realization dawned on Song Shu's face. "Ah! That's right. You're the guy with the trash talent. Now I remember. Good morning, Feng Fan."

Feng Fan was stunned yet again. 'How can someone be this blunt? She has no filter whatsoever!'

He glanced at Huang Xue, shaking his head. 'Birds of a feather flock together. No wonder these two are friends.'

"Fanfan."

A melodious voice called out behind him, soft yet carrying an undertone that sent chills down Feng Fan's spine.

'Xue Qiang! Why did she have to show up now, and with Huang Xue here?'

He turned around to see her approaching.

Forcing a smile, he replied, "Good morning, Qinqin. Are you also heading to the new disciples' selection?"

"Yes," she said, her lips curling into a cold smile. "But why are you walking with Huang Xue and not me?"

Before Feng Fan could respond, Huang Xue spoke up, her aloof tone cutting through the tension. "We're friends. Why shouldn't we walk together?"

Feng Fan's heart sank. 'Oh no, Huang Xue, please don't make this worse!'

Xue Qiang's smile widened, but the more she smiled, the more it felt like an ominous storm brewing.

"Oh, he may be your friend," she said sweetly, though her words carried a sharp edge, "but he's my lover. Don't you think that gives me priority?"

"L-Lover?!" Huang Xue stammered, her usual composure faltering as a tinge of jealousy bubbled in her chest.

She turned her gaze to Feng Fan, who was desperately wishing he could vanish into thin air.

"Is that true, Feng Fan?" she asked, her voice colder now. Even she couldn't quite understand the flicker of jealousy within her—after all, they were just friends.

Feng Fan sighed inwardly, bracing himself. 'Why does my life have to be so complicated?'

"Feng FAAAN!" Another voice cut through the chaos. "Do you dare to claim to be Xue Qiang's lover? Since when?!"

Feng Fan turned toward the voice, and for once, he felt a strange sense of relief. It was Gong Long, the biggest idiot he knew.

'Thank the heavens—it's him!' Feng Fan thought, suppressing a laugh at the absurdity of his situation.

Xue Qiang's expression immediately darkened with annoyance. "Gong Long, whether he's my lover or not is none of your business. Now, fuck off!"

Since joining the White Crow Sect, Gong Long's relentless advances have pushed Xue Qiang's patience to the brink. She wasn't in the mood to deal with him today, or any day, really.

"Xue Qiang, I—"

Before Gong Long could finish, Xue Qiang, clearly fed up, grabbed Feng Fan by the hand and started moving faster.

"Wait, Feng Fan!" Huang Xue called out, quickening her pace to catch up.

"Feng Fan, how dare you!" Gong Long shouted, also breaking into a sprint.

Now, the three of them were running at full speed.

Trailing behind, Song Shu's eyes sparkled with excitement as she followed them at her own leisurely pace. "Ah, all this drama in a cultivation world... This is perfect!"

Feng Fan, overhearing her comment, nearly tripped. 'A damn Dorama addict!'

They eventually arrived at the location where the trials would take place. Feng Fan noticed that many disciples were already leaving the sect grounds.

'It looks like we're late. The disciple selection must already be over.'

Feng Fan and his group walked toward a spot where some of his classmates from Earth were already sitting and chatting.

In front of them, four medium-sized arenas were set up.

'Looks like we're moving on to the next step, a battle between the selected disciples?'

On the other side of the arena, Feng Fan saw Elder Jiang speaking to the new disciples.

"Congratulations to all who passed the test. Now, you must face each other in one-on-one fights. Those who perform well will receive more advantages within the sect."