My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: A Year Of Cultivation
Knowing one year wasn’t long when it came to cultivation, Feng Fan didn’t want to waste a single day. He approached a nearby disciple and casually asked.

“Hey, where can I find the Treasure Hall of the Black Turtle Sect or something similar?”

The disciple glanced at him before pointing toward a towering structure in the distance, its golden-tiled roof shimmering under the sunlight. “Just follow that path. You can’t miss it.”

Nodding in appreciation, Feng Fan wasted no time and made his way toward the hall.

Upon entering, he found himself in a grand chamber bustling with activity. Rows of disciples stood in line at different counters, turning in missions and collecting their well-earned rewards. The air was filled with the faint hum of spiritual energy radiating from the various treasures stored within the hall.

Feng Fan’s eyes swept the room, noticing a few disciples holding the same kind of token he had received. They presented it to the elders at the counters and, moments later, were given their requested items.

Understanding the process, he quietly stepped into line. In just a few minutes, it was his turn.

Seated behind a wooden desk, an elderly man in dark robes peered at him with an expression of mild indifference, waiting for him to speak.

Feng Fan retrieved his token from his space ring and placed it on the desk. “Elder, I’d like ten thousand high-grade qi stones for my cultivation.”

His request made the elder frown deeply. “Kid, didn’t Dong Yun warn you that anyone caught using sect resources for something other than personal cultivation would be punished? At your current level, there is no way you could possibly use ten thousand high-grade qi stones in less than a year.”

Feng Fan sighed inwardly. He had expected skepticism, but this amount wasn’t random—it was a calculation based on his absorption speed.

“Elder, I truly need that many qi stones. If you don’t believe me, I can prove it.”

The elder shook his head, his expression darkening. “Enough nonsense. Leave now while I’m still being patient. If you insist on pushing this matter, I will confiscate your token and issue disciplinary action.”

Feng Fan remained unfazed. Instead of arguing further, he simply raised a hand. “Since words won’t convince you… then I’ll show you.”

With a flick of his fingers, intricate symbols appeared in the air, forming a shimmering pattern that rapidly expanded beneath him. Within seconds, a tier 6 qi gathering array manifested on the ground.

Gasps filled the hall from the disciples around who recognized the tier 6 array.

The elder’s eyes widened in shock. “How is that possible?!”

It was already astonishing that someone so young was a tier 6 Array Master, but to form such a complex array in mere moments? That was unheard of.

Feng Fan smirked. ‘Actions always speak louder than words, after all.’

Ignoring the murmurs around him, he sat cross-legged within the formation. He withdrew hundreds of mid-grade qi stones and threw them around himself before shutting his eyes.

For a brief moment, silence fell. Then, in less than a breath of time, Feng Fan entered the Return to Emptiness state.

Most of the disciples present couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, but the elder knew exactly what state Feng Fan had just achieved. His shock deepened.

‘This kid… Could he really be telling the truth? But even if he has such a high absorption rate, to consume ten thousand high-grade qi stones in less than a year, he would need an unbelievably powerful cultivation technique!’

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the qi stones around Feng Fan began to dim—rapidly. The spiritual energy within them was vanishing at an alarming rate.

“No way! How is he absorbing qi that fast?!” one of the disciples blurted out in disbelief.

“I once watched a Return to Void cultivator training, and even he couldn’t absorb this much spiritual qi at once!” another exclaimed.

A vortex of qi had started forming around Feng Fan, swirling like a small storm as his absorption rate only increased.

The elder’s mouth hung open. ‘This is incredible… If this kid told me right now that he needed twenty thousand high-grade qi stones for his next year’s cultivation, I wouldn’t even question it!’

Realizing that Feng Fan likely wouldn’t hear him in this deep meditative state, the elder directly sent a qi message into his mind.

“Alright, kid. You can stop now. I’ll approve your request.”

Almost instantly, the vortex of spiritual qi around Feng Fan began to slow. The energy dissipated as he opened his eyes, his sharp gaze locking onto the elder. A bright grin stretched across his face.

“Thank you very much, Elder!”

With that, the elder handed him a storage sack filled with high-grade qi stones. Feng Fan wasted no time slipping it into his space ring. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the Treasure Hall, leaving the gathered disciples still staring at him in awe.

Once outside, his grin faded into a bitter smile.

“I’m only halfway through the Nascent Soul Realm, and I already need this many spiritual stones… How am I ever going to reach immortality at this rate?”

With a sigh, he shook his head. There was no point in worrying about the distant future. When the time came, he’d face each challenge one step at a time.

Feng Fan returned to the room where the White Crow Sect was stationed. As he stepped inside, he noticed the others were already seated in meditation, deeply immersed in their cultivation.

Elder Jiang, who was overseeing their progress, glanced at him with a sharp gaze. “What took you so long?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure. “Go cultivate. Don’t waste this rare opportunity the Dao Seeking School has granted you.”

Feng Fan nodded. Even without Elder Jiang’s reminder, he had no intention of joking around.

But before beginning his cultivation, he raised his hand and inscribed a tier 6 qi gathering array around the room. The moment the formation activated, the ambient spiritual energy surged.

The cultivating speed of those inside increased significantly. They opened their eyes and nodded in gratitude at Feng Fan.

Without paying any attention to their reactions, Feng Fan sat down cross-legged, steadied his breathing, and entered a deep meditative state.

For the next year, he cultivated without pause.