I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The intangible black phoenix next to An Lin suddenly hovered before his body and condensed into a bone-chillingly sharp black saber!

This was the dao of the Dark Phoenix that An Lin had attained enlightenment in after ingesting the Dark Phoenix Dead Spirit Pill. It was a form of offensive divine-sense spell technique—Dark Phoenix Saber!

Right now, the power of An Lin’s divine sense was on the same level as a Return to Void Pinnacle Stage cultivator, and he had also activated a divine-sense spell technique which was derived from phoenixes. How devastating would his power be? The expression on the chortling Simpson’s face changed drastically. Confidence rapidly drained from him, and his expression was as though he had seen a ghost.

“How is this possible?” he howled in shock and terror. “Why is it that even your divine sense is this powerful?!”

“Because I’m almighty.” An Lin chuckled.

Simpson: “…”

He knew that there was no route of retreat anymore. Thus, he directly swiped his blood-red claws toward the black saber.

“Extreme Evil Blood Blade!”

A blood-colored blade that possessed enough power to tear apart the divine senses of Return to Void Stage supreme beings slashed down. The demonic melody of wailing ghosts also sounded at this instant.

As though sensing something, the Dark Phoenix Saber also slashed over.

As the saber sliced through the air, it felt as if the entire world were being pulled into a deep slumber, a slumber which would lead one into eternal darkness.

The demonic melody of wailing ghosts vanished, and Simpson’s blood-colored claw was also engulfed.

“No—!”

A look of terror appeared on his face. Eventually, his divine sense body was also engulfed by the saber.

The darkness vanished, and silence returned.

The only thing that stood out was the twinkling of the stars and the glow of the moon.

Simpson had vanished from this world completely and thoroughly.

An Lin shook his head lightly as he looked toward the empty void. “There isn’t even a single worthy opponent…” He sighed with emotion.

“Give it a rest, there are no outsiders left. They’ve all been killed already! Who’s left to watch you flex?”

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded from behind him.

An Lin turned around and saw Xu Xiaolan flying over on her sword. She rolled her eyes at him, giving him an irritated look.

Not only this, but she was also gripping onto her Dragon Sparrow Sword tightly. It felt like there was… killing intent?!

“Let’s go! What are you standing there stupidly for? Are you planning on staying here after flexing? Are you waiting for other supreme beings to come and exact revenge?” After seeing that An Lin showed no signs of wanting to escape, Xu Xiaolan couldn’t help but speak to remind him.

An Lin finally came to his senses. He glanced at the demolished Bone Demon Blood Sect and asked reluctantly, “Have you taken all the treasures already?”

“Of course! Isn’t it standard practice to take the treasures after winning the fight? What else would I do? Watch you flex? Anyway, the enemies are all dead. However, I think that some Blood Tribe cultivators reported this battle through their voice transmission talismans.” There was a hint of disappointment in Xu Xiaolan’s voice.

“There’s still one thing that I need to do.” An Lin suddenly flew toward the Bone Demon Blood Sect.

“Huh? What else do you still want to do?” Xu Xiaolan shouted a question as she flew after him.

An Lin gazed over the obliterated Bone Demon Blood Sect and quickly found a relatively independent space.

Xu Xiaolan finally came to her senses. She recalled that this was where the treasures for the Blood Tasting Festival auction had been placed. She couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “How unexpected! You’ve actually got such a kind and merciful heart.”

An Lin slashed the space open with his sword. All kinds of powerful but half-dead creatures appeared before them. “I’m not here to rescue them. I’m here to hack a certain creature to death.”

Xu Xiaolan: “…

“How great is your hatred for it?”

“I also want to know… Little Xie has been urging me on this entire time…” An Lin also had a look of confusion as he replied.

While he was at it, he released the remaining one dozen or so intelligent creatures. These creatures knelt and kowtowed in gratitude, and they all thanked An Lin and Xu Xiaolan effusively.

Then, An Lin walked to the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator. He waved the Evil-Slaying Sword and asked curiously, “Oi! Brother, do you recognize this sword?”

There was a look of hope on the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator’s face as he glanced toward An Lin. After seeing the Evil-Slaying Sword, however, his expression changed drastically. “This is…”

Rip!

The Evil-Slaying Sword became a blur as it suddenly tore into the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator’s heart!

The male Dark Wing Tribe cultivator was stupefied.

Xu Xiaolan was also given a fright.

An Lin was dumbfounded as well. “Holy f*ck! Little Xie, why did you move by yourself?” he scolded. “At the very least, you should’ve let him finish his sentence first!”

“I have no interest in listening.” The Evil-Slaying Sword’s aloof voice traveled into his mind.

An Lin grimaced. “But I was interested…”

The Evil-Slaying Sword ignored him.

An Lin turned his gaze toward the stunned Dark Wing Tribe cultivator. “Brother, you’re not going to believe this,” he explained. “To be honest with you, it wasn’t me who wanted to stab you. The sword moved by itself…”

The male Dark Wing Tribe cultivator grimaced. “I… believe you…” he said with great difficulty.

An Lin: “???”

Then, the male Dark Wing Tribe cultivator died.

The Evil-Slaying Sword let out a happy ring as if it had completed some mission. Then, it fell into a deep slumber again.

An Lin was momentarily dazed. After regaining his senses, he used a divine flame to cremate the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator.

Right now, his mind was full of questions. Why did Little Xie want to kill cultivators of the Dark Wing Tribe? Also, why did the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator appear to be aware of the fact that Little Xie wanted to kill him?

An Lin used his mind to ask the Evil-Slaying Sword these questions. However, the replies that he received were “guess”, “I’m not telling”, “humph”, and a chilly silence…

“Our task here is done, let’s leave quickly!”

After receiving no answers, An Lin ignored the Evil-Slaying Sword. He decided to deal with the matters at hand first.

The two of them left the set of destruction behind them and flew toward Ling Can City.

Up in mid-air, a black brick whizzed along in an easterly direction.

An Lin and Xu Xiaolan impatiently started making an inventory of their spoils of battle.

“M-hm, I was fairly fortunate. I was able to loot three supreme beings of the Return to Void Stage,” An Lin said while glancing at Xu Xiaolan apologetically.

He had snatched the treasures of the three strongest cultivators, thus he was a bit worried that Xiaolan would feel disappointed because of this.

However, Xu Xiaolan’s brows creased prettily as she smiled. “I was also fairly fortunate. I was able to loot the treasures of countless Blood Tribe cultivators.”

An Lin saw that Xu Xiaolan was in a fairly good mood, so he continued to look over his loot.

He refined the three storage rings and started with counting the spirit stones.

Soon after, a look of delight spread across his face. “This is amazing! There are actually eight million and two hundred thousand spirit stones inside! On average, each of them had over two million spirit stones! These supreme beings all prepared quite the small fortune for this Blood Tasting Festival!”

Xu Xiaolan also had a look of delight. “My yield is also quite amazing. I obtained around fourteen million spirit stones…”

An Lin shuddered in shock, and the supreme beings’ storage rings fell out of his hand onto the black brick.

“H-how many spirit stones did you say?” An Lin’s eyes were wide with shock.

“Fourteen million!” Two cute dimples appeared on Xu Xiaolan’s cheeks as she smiled. It was evident that she was in a very good mood.

An Lin: “…”

What the f*ck? Perhaps my method of opening the storage rings was incorrect?

After exhausting himself and killing three powerful bosses, the number of spirit stones that he received turned out to be this much lesser than Xu Xiaolan’s? But Xu Xiaolan had only dealt with the weaklings!

As if noticing An Lin’s shock and confusion, Xu Xiaolan explained, “In fact, even cultivators of medium-sized sects prepared great amounts of assets for this Blood Tasting Festival. Moreover, it’s very likely that some of the representatives came from first-rate sects.”

Indeed, this explained everything…

An Lin came to a sudden realization. Even though some supreme beings didn’t come personally, their spirit stones came!

If this was the case, then didn’t they just breed great enmity with numerous powerful sects?

However, this method of making money was… fairly swift?

“Xiaolan… I have a bold idea…”

“An Lin! Behave yourself for me! If you’re short on money, I’ll give some to you!”