My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Gathering Information
When Feng Fan opened his eyes, he found Dong Tao sitting cross-legged in front of him, cultivating in silence. The Suppression Book, which had once hovered in mid-air, slowly closed and descended into Dong Tao’s hands.

Dong Tao caught the book with a smile. “Brother Feng, did you get what you wanted?”

Feng Fan nodded. “Yes, thank you, Brother Dong. I now know what I need to do. How much time has passed since I started cultivating Array Dao with your book’s help?”

“Four years, Brother Feng,” Dong Tao replied calmly. “People came looking for you, but I told them the same thing—that you were cultivating in seclusion. It seems the Shen Empire has already taken complete control of the Black Turtle Continent. Fortunately, they haven’t found us.”

Feng Fan’s eyes widened in shock. ‘Four years?!’ He hadn’t expected so much time to pass. His expression darkened as the gravity of the situation sank in.

‘I don’t know how much time I have left. I need to act before Shen Yi breaks through.’

Knowing that mastering tier 9 Array Dao—which would almost guarantee his victory—was impossible in such a short time, Feng Fan resolved to use what he had.

“Thank you for your help, Brother Dong. It’s time for me to go… and confront Shen Yi.”

Dong Tao’s eyes widened. “Brother Feng, have you already broken through to tier 9 Array Dao?”

Feng Fan shook his head, a wry smile tugging on his lips. “No, I’m still a tier 8 Array Master. Tier 9 is impossible before I break through to the Dao Seeking realm. Tier 8 will have to suffice—we don’t have much of a choice.”

Dong Tao’s expression grew serious, and he rose to his feet with a determined look. “Then let me accompany you, Brother Feng. I can’t just sit back while the Shen Empire continues its tyranny. I want to be part of its downfall!”

Feng Fan looked at Dong Tao’s unwavering resolve and sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change his mind. “Alright, Brother Dong. If you’re determined to come along… I won’t stop you.”

Feng Fan decided not to inform anyone else of his departure. According to Dong Tao, many people had come to visit him during the past four years. He knew that if word got out that he was leaving to confront the Shen Empire, even more people would show up—and that was the last thing he wanted.

‘The fewer people involved, the easier it will be to infiltrate. With our current strength, direct combat is impossible, so anything related to that would be meaningless.’

To ensure their escape went unnoticed, Feng Fan cast an illusion array around himself and Dong Tao before slipping through the passage he had created four years ago, leaving the underground without alerting anyone.

After leaving the White Crow Sect, Feng Fan made a small adjustment to the illusion arrays that concealed them. Now, anyone looking at them would see people from the Shen Empire.

“Let’s head to the nearest city,” Feng Fan said as they soared into the sky. “We need to gather some information before making our way to the Azure Dragon Continent.”

After leaving the White Crow Sect, Feng Fan made a small adjustment to the arrays, altering their appearance to resemble people from the Shen Empire.

They moved toward a city that Feng Fan had visited once before breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm—Cloudveil City. He expected the city to have changed under the Shen Empire’s rule, but not to such an extent.

It was like hell on earth. Shen Empire soldiers roamed the streets leisurely, while those from the Black Turtle Continent were either chained or marked with inscriptions carved into their skin, cruel seals to suppress any hint of rebellion.

Feng Fan’s eyes darkened as he witnessed a soldier drag a pretty woman from the Black Turtle Continent, forcing her to accompany him. Further down the street, his gaze caught on a child being whipped to death, his small body already motionless on the bloodstained ground.

Dong Tao, standing beside him, clenched his fists, his entire body trembling with fury. Feng Fan quickly grasped his wrist and sent him a qi transmission message.

“Calm down, Dong Tao. If we blow our cover now, the entire Black Turtle Continent is doomed.”

That’s what Feng Fan said, but what he really wanted to say was: If you’re going to court death, don’t drag me into it!

Dong Tao took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as reason slowly returned to his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Brother Feng. I promise to stay calm.”

Feng Fan gave a slight nod before guiding Dong Tao toward a nearby bar. If there was one place to gather information, it would be there. Drunk people tended to loosen their tongues, and there was no better place for drunken ramblings than a bar.

Feng Fan pushed open the door to the nearest bar he could find. Inside, the place was packed with Shen Empire soldiers, their loud laughter and rowdy voices filling the room. It seemed they were celebrating something.

“Brother, today we celebrate in the name of our future Emperor, Prince Shen Yi!” one of the soldiers shouted, raising his mug high.

Feng Fan’s eyes glinted. ‘Jackpot!’

He made his way to the counter, where a weary-looking bartender stood—a slave from the Black Turtle Continent. The man’s face was etched with exhaustion and bitterness. Feng Fan forced a smirk and spoke loud enough for the nearby soldiers to hear.

“Give me two beers to celebrate our Shen Empire victory, you filthy scum,” he barked.

The bartender’s face darkened, but he suppressed his resentment, knowing that any sign of disobedience could cost him his life.

“Right away, sir,” he replied, moving swiftly to prepare the drinks.

As Feng Fan waited, a man who had clearly drunk far too much stumbled over, slinging an arm around his shoulder. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his speech was slurred.

“Oh, Brothers! Are you also here to celebrate Prince Shen Yi’s victory?” the drunkard blurted out, nearly falling over as he tried to steady himself.

Feng Fan flashed a wide grin, patting the man on the back.

“Of course, of course! We’re both loyal followers and admirers of Prince Shen Yi. How could we not come here to celebrate on such a joyous occasion?”

The drunk man burst into laughter, spraying saliva everywhere without a shred of restraint. Feng Fan subtly moved his head to the side to avoid the spit, maintaining his smile while mentally cursing the man’s lack of manners.