My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 302: Four Demon Venerables

Lu Bao shook his head. "Not a single faction from the Intergalactic Council is allowed to colonize a planet on its own. If the Shen Empire made the attempt, they must have only deployed a small fraction of their forces to attack your world. The Shen Empire commands thousands of cultivators at the Transcending Tribulation stage. How many did your planet face in battle?"

Feng Fan was taken aback. His planet likely had no more than two hundred experts at the Transcending Tribulation or Body Integration realm combined. The battle for a seat at the Intergalactic Council will involve a hundred thousand cultivators in total.

If the Shen Empire just sends a thousand or two Transcending Tribulation cultivators, they will crush them with ease.

He sighed. "Senior Lu is right. But neither I nor anyone from my planet is willing to surrender without a fight. Since we've chosen to accept the challenge… Senior, which civilization do you believe we should face?"

Lu Bao saw the determination etched deep in Feng Fan's eyes and gave up trying to dissuade him. There were moments when a cultivator had to act, even if the odds were against him by a large margin.

After all, wasn't cultivation itself a defiance of the heavens? What expert had ever reached the peak without countless brushes with death?

Lu Bao could only pray that Feng Fan would survive. It would be a tragedy to lose such a rare genius in the Array Dao. He was sure Feng Fan would be directly involved in the battle, for although his cultivation realm was still low, his mastery of arrays would be invaluable in a large-scale war involving two hundred thousand cultivators.

"Then I suggest you challenge the Obsidian Court," Lu Bao said calmly. "They're infamous for their mastery of poison and assassination, but in terms of direct combat strength, they're the weakest among the civilizations with seats on the Intergalactic Council. That said, don't mistake 'weak' for easy prey. With the right tactics, your chances… aren't zero."

Feng Fan etched the name Obsidian Court deep into his memory. "Senior Lu, may I ask for all the information you have on them?"

Lu Bao didn't respond immediately. Instead, he retrieved a jade slip from his space ring and handed it over. "Everything I know about the Obsidian Court is stored in here. You will also find information about the other seats inside. I hope this will be helpful in the probation you will face, Young Friend Feng."

Feng Fan accepted the slip and stored it in his own space ring. He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture. "Thank you, Senior Lu. I'll take my leave now. I promise to return after winning the challenge."

Lu Bao nodded, his expression tranquil. He didn't truly believe Feng Fan would win, but there was no reason to extinguish the fire of hope. He had already said what needed to be said.

Feng Fan stood and made his way toward the exit. Just as he reached the door, a question surfaced in his mind. He paused and turned slightly.

"Senior Lu… how did the Intergalactic Council come to be? I find it hard to believe so many different races united without reason."

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Lu Bao's expression darkened. "Young Friend Feng, have you ever heard of the Immortal Realm?" he asked, responding to the question with one of his own.

Feng Fan nodded, though he wasn't sure what Lu Bao was getting at. His confusion didn't last long.

"In the Immortal Realm, there exist four evil cultivators—beings so powerful and twisted they're considered the strongest evil forces in that entire realm," Lu Bao said grimly. "But they're not content with ruling just that plane. Their ambitions stretch farther, their hands reaching into the mortal world. They can't descend here directly, but through twisted doctrines, false religions, and forbidden techniques, they extend their influence. Like a plague, they infect our realm."

"Four evil cultivators?" Feng Fan's brows furrowed. "Who are they? And what could they possibly gain by invading the mortal realm?"

"I don't know exactly what immortals like them hope to gain by conquering the mortal realm," Lu Bao said. "But one thing is certain: those four won't stop until every corner of the mortal realm is under their rule. That's the very reason the Intergalactic Council was formed. It's a united front for the remaining free civilizations to resist their growing influence."

After a short pause, Lu Bao continued.

"Bloodsucker Demon Venerable."

"Soulsucker Demon Venerable."

"Nightmare Demon Venerable."

"Plague Demon Venerable."

Lu Bao spoke their names one by one, his voice heavy with caution. Each name carried a weight that made the air around them stir. Feng Fan felt it—a resonance, a ripple of powerful Dao force echoing through the space, as if merely uttering those titles was enough to draw their attention across the realms.

They weren't even present in the mortal realm, and yet their names alone distorted the atmosphere. That was the level of their power.

Feng Fan's thoughts raced. He couldn't even begin to imagine what cultivation realm these monsters stood in, but one thing was clear. They were far beyond anything he could currently face.

Then it struck him. Two of them sounded far too familiar.

'Bloodsucker Demon Sect!' His eyes widened. 'That clone they were summoning... it wasn't just a random demon; it was a clone of the actual Bloodsucker Demon Venerable!'

His mind spun further, recalling the hidden village deep inside the Death Plains, the one they encountered while fleeing the Qian Empire on their way to the Mao Empire. That eerie figure who had appeared at the end…

'That was likely another one of them. One of the other three Demon Venerables!'

He swallowed hard.

Two of the most feared entities in the Immortal Realm had already seen his face, and worse, both had sworn vengeance against him.

He hadn't even set foot in the Immortal Realm, and two of its strongest figures already wanted him dead.

'I'm screwed,' Feng Fan thought grimly.