My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: War Had Come
One year later, the ten thousand disciples selected to participate in the war against the foreign forces stepped onto five colossal flying vessels. The atmosphere was heavy with tension—most wore expressions of determination or anxiety.

Some with a mix of both.

Feng Fan, however, flew to the ship with a grin plastered on his face, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “Who would have thought I’d be able to break through two small realms and reach the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul and Marrow Cleansing Realms in just one year?”

His rapid progress left him astonished, he could feel the increasing difficulty with each advancement. Even with his superior absorption rate and the vast resources at his disposal, the sheer amount of spiritual qi required for each breakthrough was becoming overwhelming.

Yet, unlike the others, Feng Fan wasn’t worried at all. With his current cultivation, he doubted that even someone at the peak of the Nascent Soul or Marrow Cleansing Realms could pose a threat to him.

And even if they could… they would still have to deal with Little Brick!

Just as he was reveling in his thoughts, a familiar voice called out.

“Fanfan! We’re finally leaving the continent for the first time! Isn’t it exciting?”

Before he could react, Xue Qiang had already latched onto his arm, her face glowing with enthusiasm.

Feng Fan blinked, unsure of how to respond. ‘We’re literally going to war… Why is this girl acting like we’re on a sightseeing trip?’

Before he could speak, another soft voice joined in.

“Lady Qiang, aren’t you being too carefree? Don’t forget, we’re heading into battle.”

Su Xiaoli appeared from the other side, linking her arm with his as well.

Xue Qiang’s expression twitched, and a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes. She had half a mind to summon her spear and skewer Su Xiaoli right then and there.

Sensing her murderous intent, Feng Fan quickly grabbed her hand and gave her a warning look.

For a moment, she hesitated. Then, to his surprise, she looked away, her ears turning red.

Su Xiaoli didn’t miss this reaction. A smug grin spread across her lips as she teased, “Oh my, it seems Lady Qiang is quite obedient when it comes to Fan’er.”

Feng Fan nearly choked on air. ‘Is this what it feels like to have a pig teammate? Why are you adding fuel to the fire?!’

Sure enough, the blush on Xue Qiang’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Her muscles tensed, and spiritual qi surged around her like a storm about to break loose.

But before she could act, a flick of a sleeve sent a ripple through the air, instantly suppressing her raging energy.

“You three—enough playing around. Take this seriously,” a calm yet commanding voice rang out.

All of them turned to see Long Liu standing behind them, arms crossed. Her small frame and youthful face made her look like a stern little doll, but Feng Fan knew better than to underestimate her.

‘A loli trying to act serious…’ he thought, struggling to suppress a chuckle.

But the thought itself was dangerous.

He made the mistake of letting out a small laugh.

Long Liu’s expression darkened instantly. A chilling smile tugged at her lips. “Something funny? Please, do share the joke with us.”

Cold sweat ran down Feng Fan’s forehead. He immediately straightened up. “No, Elder Long! I was just thinking how the foreign cultivators don’t stand a chance against us! The idea of their futile struggle made me laugh, that’s all!”

Long Liu stared at him for a moment before relaxing slightly. “Don’t underestimate them. There’s a reason the Black Turtle Sect has only ever defended and never counterattacked for hundreds of years.”

With those final words, she turned and walked away.

Feng Fan exhaled in relief, only to find another figure stepping forward. Mao Shun.

Mao Shu moved closer with a solemn expression and suddenly bowed deeply toward Feng Fan.

“Brother Feng, thank you.” His voice was filled with emotion. “I heard it was you who killed my uncle. I shall never forget this debt.”

Feng Fan grinned inwardly. ‘That’s right, my protagonist, you’re forever in debt to me!’

On the outside, however, he put on a warm, brotherly smile and gently patted Mao Shun’s shoulder. “Don’t mention it, Brother Mao. Brothers should always look out for each other, right?”

Mao Shun’s eyes grew misty. ‘Mother, Father, Uncle Qi… thank you for everything. Not only have I avenged you, but I’ve also found a true brother…’

“Everyone, thank you for coming.”

Dong Yun’s voice rang loud and clear, reaching every ear—whether inside the Black Turtle Sect or aboard the soaring flying vessels. His tone was steady, but there was a weight behind his words, a solemnity that sent a chill down many spines.

“I won’t sugarcoat this,” he continued. “Some of you may not return home after this battle.”

A heavy silence settled over the crowd. Even those who had long been accustomed to war tightened their grips on their weapons.

“But even so,” Dong Yun pressed on, his gaze sweeping across the gathered forces, “I ask that you fight with everything you have. Not just for yourselves, but for your brothers, your sisters, your families. Because if we lose here today, we lose our home. We lose everything.”

His right arm shot upward, fist clenching, his expression hard as steel.

“Show them no mercy!” he roared. “They are invaders! They seek to take our land, our homes, our freedom—to enslave us! So kill them before they kill you!”

For those of the Black Turtle Sect, these words were ingrained into their very souls. They had been raised on the reality of war, knowing no peace, only the unending struggle to defend their land. But for the disciples from the Dao Seeking School’s territory, the weight of Dong Yun’s words struck differently.

This war was not their own—until now.

Dong Yun made it clear: the enemy would not hesitate. They would not show pity. And so neither should they.

His sharp gaze swept over the assembled forces. Seeing the hardened resolve in their eyes, he gave a firm nod.

“Now, we depart.” His voice echoed like the toll of a war drum. “Let’s go!”

As the flying vessels surged forward, the battlefield loomed ever closer.

War had come.