My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading Chapter 98 Even Idiots Can Say Intelligent Things

Qian Xiaoli nodded at his words. "I thought you were an idiot. Maybe even idiots can say intelligent things."

Feng Fan's forehead vein twitched in anger. "You sure have a lot of opinions about , you little perverted sadist."

Qian Xiaoli blushed slightly at his words. "Ah, it seems I've been found out."

Under the table, she slid her heel against Feng Fan's big toe.

"Ouch!" he gasped, startled by the sudden pain.

Her blush deepened, but she grinned. "You're not very handso, but you make so amusing expressions."

Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "Crazy girl, shouldn't you be ashad of flaunting your weird little fetishes in public?"

Qian Xiaoli smirked. "Why bother hiding it when you already know? Besides, no one can hear us outside this room, the soundproof array ensures that."

"Aren't you afraid I'll spread the word about your peculiar tastes all over the capital?"

She leaned forward slightly, her playful smile unwavering. "Oh? And who would believe a stranger with no reputation? I wouldn't even need to deny it to dismiss such a ridiculous rumor."

"Never mind, forget I said anything," Feng Fan muttered, his expression filled with irritation.

The curtains parted slightly as the waiter entered, pushing a small cart laden with their food.

He placed two cups on the table, one before Feng Fan and the other before Qian Xiaoli. Next, he lifted the lids from their plates, releasing a mouthwatering aroma into the room.

He carefully placed the plates in front of them, along with a fork and knife for each. Then, he uncorked the wine bottle and filled their cups, placing the bottle in the center of the table afterward.

"Please enjoy your al," he said with a polite bow before wheeling the cart back out of the room.

Feng Fan looked at the food in front of him with interest. While the portion wasn't small, he couldn't help but wonder why a al could be so expensive.

He glanced at Qian Xiaoli, who was cutting the at in front of her with grace before taking a small bite.

Curious, he did the sa. The mont he started chewing, he felt a surge of spiritual qi fills his mouth.

It wasn't that the food was packed with spiritual qi ant for cultivation, but rather that the small amount of it, mixed with the flavors, enhanced the taste in a way he had never experienced before.

'This is by far the best food I've ever had,' he thought, 'but I still wonder if it's really worth so many middle-grade qi stones…'

If Feng Fan had an abundance of stones, he wouldn't mind spending a few on this delicious food. But at the mont, he was unsure when his resources would run out.

His cultivation was becoming more demanding with each passing day, and the cost was truly outrageous.

Qian Xiaoli noticed his expression, as if savoring the food, and couldn't help but ask, "Good, right?"

Feng Fan glanced at her. "Yeah, tastes like money... Next ti, let's just get a hot dog."

Qian Xiaoli raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hot dog? What's that?"

"Oh, never mind. It's a common food where I co from."

"Wait... you're not from Red Pole? Could it be... you're from Earth?"

Feng Fan nodded.

"Ah, interesting. The last person I t from Earth was a real jerk. At least you're a bit better."

"A jerk?" Feng Fan asked, curious. "Who was he?"

"Hou ngyao. He's the holy son of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He ca here from Earth almost four years ago."

"Hm, I've never heard of him. Why do you call him a jerk?"

"You'll et him at the Young Generation Competition. The mont you see his face, you'll understand. Since the first ti he saw , he's been dead set on making his lover. For so reason, he thinks it's an honor for to be with him. I've never t soone so arrogant in my entire life."

As she recalled Hou ngyao, Qian Xiaoli's expression turned sour, and the fork in her hand nearly bent under her grip.

"Oh, he really got under your skin, huh? I'm looking forward to eting him. I rember Elder Jiang ntioning he's a very strong cultivator, and that he'd probably reach the Golden Core Formation realm before the competition."

Qian Xiaoli nodded. "Yes… He's already broken through. I hate to admit it, but I'm no match for him."

Feng Fan's expression grew serious.

He knew that facing a Golden Core Formation cultivator would leave him with no chance of victory. This was especially true against soone as talented as Hou ngyao, who had been carefully grood by a top sect.

"If he knew what I said today, I wonder if he'd co here to take my head," Feng Fan remarked.

"Oh, so you're finally afraid of trouble? The way you acted earlier made it seem like you had no fear of death," Qian Xiaoli teased.

"Hmph, I'm just worried that when I slap this Hou ngyao, his sect will co looking for trouble with ," Feng Fan replied.

Qian Xiaoli chuckled. "Don't worry. Hou ngyao is in seclusion, and he won't leave his sect until the Young Generation Competition begins. Until then, you're safe."

Feng Fan raised an eyebrow. "What? When the competition begins, are you planning to tell him about ?"

Qian Xiaoli flashed a teasing smile. "Didn't you say I'm your woman? Shouldn't you show so attitude to back up your words?"

Feng Fan didn't respond. Instead, he returned to his al. Since the food is already paid for, might as well savor it.

He took his ti, sipping the wine between bites. Like the food, the wine had a subtle infusion of spiritual qi, enhancing its flavor many tis over.

'Whether it's on Earth or Red Pole, you really need to be rich to fully enjoy what life has to offer…' Thought Feng Fan.

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After finishing their al and wine, Qian Xiaoli stood up from the couch. "Just leave the paynt on the table; the waiter will handle it."

Feng Fan rolled his eyes but complied anyway. He placed a pouch containing a thousand middle-grade qi stones on the table and followed Qian Xiaoli toward the exit.