My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 172: Mao Shun

Clang!

Four men at the Foundation Establishment realm clashed in a fierce battle. Though their cultivation levels were similar, the fight was far from fair—it was three against one.

The lone fighter was an old man. His sword dripped with blood, but his expression remained firm and resolute.

He knew that one year from now would mark the anniversary of his death.

"Young Master, run! I’ve done all I can. I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to keep the promise I made to your mother," the old man shouted, his voice filled with regret.

A few meters behind him stood a young man with sharp, handsome features. His long blond hair gleamed under the sunlight.

He was so strikingly handsome that calling him merely handsome would feel like an insult, not a compliment.

But there was one glaring issue: his cultivation. Despite being twenty years old, he didn’t have a trace of spiritual qi in his body.

It wasn’t that his talent was poor—he simply couldn’t cultivate at all!

For some reason, he had been born with a unique physique. Every time he tried to cultivate, his meridians would ache unbearably, and he would pass out.

This young man was none other than Mao Shun, the son of the late emperor of the Mao Empire!

Tears streamed down Mao Shun’s face as he watched the man who had been by his side since birth. Uncle Qi was not just a loyal servant but also a dear friend to their family.

"Uncle Qi, I-I can’t lose you…" Mao Shun choked out, his voice trembling.

Though Uncle Qi’s talent for cultivation was poor, and he had only reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm in his old age, his loyalty to Mao Shun’s mother’s family was undeniable.

He had cared for Mao Shun as his own son.

When the current Mao Emperor killed Mao Shun’s father, Uncle Qi fled with him under the orders of Mao Shun’s mother.

For ten years, they had managed to stay hidden. But today, they made a mistake and were finally caught.

"That dog of an emperor won’t even spare his own nephew, someone who can’t even cultivate. What else can you expect from a man who would backstab his own brother?" Uncle Qi said bitterly, glaring at the enemies in front of him.

The men laughed, and one of them sneered, "How would the emperor know his nephew can’t cultivate? After all, you’ve been hiding for the past ten years. But you’re right—even if he knew, he’d still want him dead!"

Everyone knew the new emperor was cold-blooded. Some even joked that the blood running through his veins was as cold as ice.

Of course, no one dared to say this to his face. If one was caught talking about the Mao Emperor, only death awaited him.

Uncle Qi shouted one last time, "Please, Young Master, run! This is my final wish—escape!"

Mao Shun wiped his tears with his sleeve. "Uncle Qi, I love you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me."

With those words, he turned and ran.

This wasn’t just a farewell to a servant—it was a goodbye to the man who had been like a father to him, the one who had cared for him since birth and stood by his side for the past ten years after the deaths of his mother and father.

As the sound of Mao Shun’s footsteps grew fainter, a smile spread across Uncle Qi’s face.

"What are you smiling for? Do you really think a mortal can escape from us? We’ll kill both of you. The emperor will reward us well for your heads!" one of the men sneered.

Without another word, they raised their swords and charged at Uncle Qi. Three massive snakes materialized behind them as they advanced.

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Uncle Qi’s expression turned grim. ’May Young Master live a long and happy life, just as his mother wished!’

"Dying Breath!" he shouted.

Uncle Qi felt all his life force draining from his body, while his cultivation increased.

He knew that even if he tried to escape after this attack, he wouldn’t survive.

This was his final move, a desperate attempt to buy Mao Shun as much time as possible to flee.

A gigantic sword formed behind him and shot forward, slashing toward the snakes.

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Mao Shun continued to run. There was only one place he could escape to. His legs continued to carry him forward despite the muscular pain, his breathing getting rougher and rougher, but he never stopped.

He would never allow himself to waste the precious time Uncle Qi brought to him paying with his life.

After a couple of minutes, he finally arrived at his destination. A cliff stood in front of him.

He looked to his right and saw a path toward below the cliff. It was filled with fog, it was impossible to see what lay ahead, but he had no choice but to venture.

This cliff was famous in the Mao Empire. It was one of the entrances to the Death Plains. A place where not even Return To Void experts dared to venture for long.

A mortal going inside was the same as seeking death!

Just as Mao Shun prepared to head down the path toward the Death Plains, a voice called out behind him.

"Ugh, I finally caught you, you damn brat!"

Mao Shun turned toward the voice, and his face went pale. It was one of the men who had been fighting Uncle Qi.

He stepped back instinctively, moving away from the man until his foot was almost at the edge of the cliff. One more step, and he would fall.

The man, who had a deep sword wound on his chest, grinned wickedly at Mao Shun.

"Because of that old man, two of my brothers died today. I’m going to make you suffer before handing you over to the emperor alive!" the man lunged forward, his hands reaching out to grab Mao Shun.

Mao Shun’s eyes widened. He knew he couldn’t escape using the path. With no other choice, he took a step back and let himself fall off the cliff. Explore new worlds at novelbuddy

’Mao Hu, if I survive this, I swear I’ll kill you, no matter what it takes!’