My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 282: Safe Travels, My Dear Friend Shen Yi

As Feng Fan left the ruins of Prince Shen Yi's castle, a sly grin spread across his face. In his right hand, a small, inconspicuous ring shimmered under the dim moonlight.

"Prince Shen Yi, I have high expectations for your treasures… don't disappoint me," he murmured, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Attacking Shen Yi hadn't been his only goal; his true prize lay in the spoils. Stealing the prince's space ring was a given. After all, the top brass of the Shen Empire on Red Pole had to be obscenely rich, right?

Feng Fan was a man of honor, a firm believer in the value of friendship—especially when that friendship came with deep pockets, like Prince Shen Yi's.

'It's a good thing Shen Yi has a friend as thoughtful as me, someone willing to lighten the heavy burden he'd otherwise have to drag into the afterlife. Safe travels, my dear friend Shen Yi!'

With a satisfied chuckle, he stretched lazily, basking in his victory. "From now on, nothing can disturb my peaceful cultivation journey!"

A bold declaration. A blatant challenge to fate. A red flag raised without restraint.

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Inside a grand castle, tension crackled in the air. The medieval architecture, adorned with intricate carvings and draped in deep blue tapestries, gave the chamber an air of cold regality.

"You have failed, Moon," a man with fiery red hair said, his voice calm yet laced with anger and dissatisfaction. His piercing gaze bore into her. "You had only one task—to ensure the Heavens Suppression Sect never resurfaced in this universe. And yet, you failed."

Seated upon an enormous sapphire throne, Moon clicked her tongue in irritation. Her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, her complexion pale. Though visibly weakened, the icy glint in her eyes remained sharp, brimming with defiance.

"I suffered severe backlash just to send something from the Immortal Realm to a mere mortal world," she spat, crossing her arms. "What more did you expect me to do, Sun?"

Sun exhaled sharply, his red eyes filled with disappointment. "There is nothing more to be done. Saturn will know of this failure, and we must prepare for when the sect master of the Heavens Suppression Sect crosses the barrier separating the Immortal Realm from the lower worlds."

His words carried an air of finality. He turned and strode out of the chamber, his crimson robes billowing behind him, leaving Moon alone in the cold silence of her domain.

Her expression darkened and twisted with rage. Her fingers clenched into fists, nails digging deep into her palms until warm blood dripped onto the throne.

"When he comes," she whispered, "I'll make sure he suffers a fate worse than death."

A sinister glow flickered in her eyes.

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In the cold expanse of outer space, a formation of flying vessels hovered in orbit around a planet—the mother world of the Shen Empire.

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Green Star, the mother world of the Shen Empire, was dozens of times larger than Red Pole. The latter was nothing more than one of the dozens of planets they had invaded—one the Shen Empire had attempted to subjugate and failed.

Within one of these ships, a man knelt respectfully before a figure of imposing stature, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Prince Shen Yi.

"Your Highness," the man said solemnly, "your nephew, Prince Shen Yi… has fallen."

Shen Bai showed no visible reaction. There was no sorrow, no shock—only a faint, unreadable smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Interesting. Four years ago, he was so confident," Shen Bai murmured. "He believed he had Red Pole under his control and was on the verge of ascending to the Immortal Realm. It seems things didn't unfold as he had hoped."

"Your Highness, should we send reinforcements?" the kneeling man asked cautiously. "As we speak, Red Pole's forces are decimating ours."

Shen Bai slowly shook his head. "No. We've already wasted too many resources and too much time on Red Pole. Inform the Intergalactic Council. It's time the universe knows what lies on that forsaken planet. We're done trying to colonize it."

"As you command, Your Highness," the man said, rising to leave. But just as he turned, Shen Bai's voice stopped him.

"Wait. One more thing. Do we know who killed my nephew?"

The man hesitated. "Unfortunately, we don't have that information yet, Your Highness."

"You may go."

Shen Bai was left alone in the silent chamber, the ambient lights casting cold shadows across his face. His eyes gleamed—sharp, calculating, dangerous.

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Moving with the same stealth he had used to leave the White Crow Sect, Feng Fan returned, ensuring no one spotted him. After sending Dong Tao back, he wasted no time heading to his quarters.

Seating himself cross-legged on the ground, his eyes gleamed with excitement as he sent his consciousness into Shen Yi's space ring for the first time.

The sight within made his jaw nearly hit the floor. Mountains of high-grade qi stones stretched as far as he could perceive. Dozens of heavenly treasures, many of which he didn't recognize but radiated overwhelming spiritual qi, numbered in the thousands.

Compared to the spiritual qi he had stolen from the Qian Empire, this was like comparing an ocean to a mere lake. A manic grin spread across his face as he burst into uncontrollable laughter, reveling in his newfound fortune.

"With this much treasure, reaching the Immortal Realm is practically guaranteed!"

Even compared to the sect masters of the Dao Seeking School and the Black Turtle Sect, Feng Fan was now richer. After all, Shen Yi had access to all of Red Pole's treasures—and had greedily hoarded a significant portion for himself.

"Little Brick," Feng Fan said with a grin, "Take everything and purify it for me!"

Little Brick obeyed without hesitation, absorbing all the treasures and spiritual qi stones within Shen Yi's space ring. Once everything had been consumed, the Suppression Relic settled down.

It told Feng Fan in his mind that it would take a few decades to purify everything. But Feng Fan wasn't concerned. He had already gathered more than enough spiritual qi to sustain his cultivation for many years to come.