My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 161: Cooking The Heavens

Inside a cave, Huang Xue cradled Feng Fan in her arms, her eyes closed as she channeled her wood spiritual qi, its gentle energy known for strong healing properties, around both of them.

"Huang Xue, what’s happening? Why aren’t Fanfan’s injuries healing?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice trembling with worry as she watched the scene.

"I-I don’t know," Huang Xue stammered, her face pale with doubt and concern. "Something’s stopping his injuries from healing. With his condition, he should have already been teleported out of the pocket dimension, but… even that isn’t working."

Around them, the group who had fought against the Heavenly Sword Sect stood, each nursing their own wounds. Despite their collective injuries, Feng Fan’s condition was by far the worst.

Thanks to Tan Wei’s pills and Huang Xue’s efforts, most of their wounds had been treated. But Feng Fan… he was the exception.

No matter how many pills Tan Wei used or how much Huang Xue poured her spiritual qi into him, his injuries remained unchanged.

Tan Wei’s brows knitted tightly together in frustration. Inside his mind, he called out to his master.

’Master, why isn’t anything working? What’s going on? Is there no way we can help him?’

Lai Hu let out a heavy sigh. ’I’m not certain, but I can assist in examining him. That boy cultivates a remarkable technique capable of healing injuries on its own. If something is preventing even his natural recovery… it’s no ordinary issue. Place your hand on his dantian. Let me take a closer look.’

Tan Wei stepped closer to Huang Xue and Feng Fan. "Huang Xue, let me check on him… please." Find your next read on novelbuddy

Huang Xue hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Gently, she laid Feng Fan on the ground, her movements careful, as though even the slightest jostle might worsen his condition.

Tan Wei knelt beside Feng Fan, placing his right hand over Feng Fan’s dantian. Outwardly, he appeared to be circulating his spiritual qi to assess the situation, but in truth, it was Lai Hu doing the work through him.

The moment Lai Hu’s energy entered Feng Fan’s dantian, his tone turned grave. ’This—’

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Tan Wei immediately tensed, his concern growing. ’Master, what’s wrong? Did you find anything?’

’Yes,’ Lai Hu replied, his voice heavy with dread. ’But it’s not good news…’

’What do you mean, Master? What’s happening to Brother Feng?’

’His dantian has been invaded by heavens qi,’ Lai Hu explained. ’The only reason he’s still alive is because of his cultivation technique, the Heavens Suppression Arts. If he were at the Golden Core Formation realm, he could force the heavens qi out on his own. But at his current level… it’s impossible. And I… I don’t have a solution for this.’

Tan Wei’s face darkened as the weight of the revelation sank in.

The others around them immediately noticed his expression, and the worry on their faces deepened further.

"Junior Brother, what’s wrong?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice trembling.

Tan Wei didn’t answer her question. His focus remained on the conversation with Lai Hu.

’Master… Is there truly no way to save Brother Feng? Am I supposed to just watch him die?’ Tan Wei clenched his fist, a mix of anger and helplessness rising inside him.

’There is a way… though I’m not sure if you’re ready for it. It might be our only chance,’ Lai Hu replied.

Tan Wei’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of a potential solution, his face lighting up with hope.

’Tell me, Master! I’ll do whatever it takes, even if I have to cross the seven heavens!’

Lai Hu hesitated for a moment before continuing. ’Make the Suppression Cauldron acknowledge you. Only by cultivating a qi that matches the heavens qi can you hope to dispel it.’

Tan Wei’s brow furrowed in confusion. ’Suppression Cauldron? Do you mean my old cauldron?’

Lai Hu nodded. ’Yes. That cauldron… it’s a relic from the greatest alchemist to ever walk the universe… my master.’

Lai Hu’s expression grew solemn as memories of his master flooded back.

’I see…’ Tan Wei said, now understanding the gravity of the situation. ’How do I make it acknowledge me?’

’Place your blood inside it. The rest depends on fate and destiny. There is no other option.’

Tan Wei’s determination set in. He stepped away from Feng Fan and, with a steady hand, summoned his cauldron, positioning it in the empty space before him.

The others watched in confusion, unsure of what Tan Wei was planning.

"Tan Wei, did you find a way to heal Fan’er?" Qian Xiaoli asked, her voice filled with hope.

Xue Qiang, noticing how Qian Xiaoli addressed Feng Fan, couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows in displeasure, but she held her tongue, knowing there were more important matters at hand.

"I’m not sure, but there may be a chance. I’ll try it now," Tan Wei replied.

He bit his right thumb and pressed it against the word ’Suppression’ engraved on the cauldron.

As soon as his blood made contact, it was drawn in by a powerful suction force, disappearing into the cauldron.

Tan Wei’s surroundings blurred, and suddenly, he wasn’t in the cave anymore.

Before him stood a man with a cauldron. The cauldron wasn’t old or rusted; it gleamed brightly under the light, the word ’Suppression’ clearly etched into its metal surface.

The man had red eyes and hair. Holding a bamboo spoon in both hands, he stirred something inside the cauldron, laughing heartily.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, continuing to ’cook’ whatever was inside.

Tan Wei blinked, confused. ’Why did the word cook come to my mind? Isn’t he supposed to be doing alchemy?’ he thought, puzzled by the strange feeling.

The more he watched the man, the more it seemed like he wasn’t making pills but cooking something.

As the man continued to stir, it felt like the heavens themselves were being pulled toward his cauldron. The more the cauldron absorbed, the louder and more intense his laughter grew.

"I SHALL COOK THE HEAVENS!" he roared, his voice booming across the seven heavens.