I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Origin Energy of the Netherworld!

Inky-black energy mist revolved around his body.

An Lin’s aura elevated explosively to the pinnacle of Return to Void Intermediate Stage!

Streams of white wind revolved around his Evil-Slaying Sword, and he stepped forward before his body disappeared on the spot.

This was a movement technique even faster than a lightning strike, bestowing upon him unimaginable speed.

They were clearly several kilometers away from each other, but An Lin appeared right before Feng Wuya as his Evil-Slaying Sword pierced through the air toward his heart at extremely terrifying speed!

An Lin had never seriously considered running away. All he wanted to do was to create a chance to kill Feng Wuya!

Each of the spectating cultivators felt their heart skip a beat. They were sure that no one in this entire palace could match An Lin’s speed!

Feng Wuya’s flaming wrath had clouded his judgment as well as his reactions, and it was too late for him to try and block this sword strike. He could only look on as the blade of the sword hurtled toward his chest.

However, right at this moment, a black lotus suddenly appeared on his chest.

The Evil-Slaying Sword struck the black lotus, and it was as if it had struck the most resolute object in the world. The momentum of the sword came to a grinding halt even as the residual power tore a massive trench over ten kilometers in length into the ground below!

An Lin’s expression shifted again, clearly not expecting his sword strike to be blocked.

A smile appeared on Feng Wuya’s face. “My divine dao is not just the black lotus divine dao. It is the heaven and earth black lotus divine dao! I am protected by heaven and earth itself! How are you going to kill me when the very heavens are keeping me from death?”

He was extremely confident. In this Divine Source Continent, he was the heavens; he was the embodiment of invincibility!

Even now, after he lost his cool and was unable to defend himself against An Lin’s sword strike, the heaven and earth would still materialize an unbreakable divine lotus to protect him!

Crack…

A crisp crack suddenly sounded.

Feng Wuya’s pupils contracted, and he discovered that the black lotus before his chest was slowly cracking open and showing signs of crumbling.

He immediately thrust a hand toward An Lin’s heart like a sharp sword imbued with the power of the divine dao.

An Lin had used a sword to strike him, so he was going to return the favor.

This was a sword materialized from the heaven and earth black lotus divine dao. It was superior to any divine weapon and could instantly freeze and annihilate all things.

“Die!” A vicious expression appeared on Feng Wuya’s face.

Heaven and earth froze solid, and only the sword was still hurtling toward An Lin’s chest at an alarming speed.

An Lin could feel the boundless power of frost enshrouding his entire body, chilling him to the bone.

He focused his gaze, and Wings of Wind abruptly spread open on his back. He broke through the congealed space around him and hurtled back several kilometers in retreat before using his Evil-Slaying Sword as a shield.

Feng Wuya’s sword projection stuck to him like glue, piercing space and reappearing thousands of meters away to strike against the blade of the Evil-Slaying Sword. A massive boom erupted, and An Lin was blasted ten kilometers back.

“He blocked the Immortal King’s attack again!”

“My God, who the hell is he?!”

All of the cultivators were well and truly astonished this time.

Just when everyone thought An Lin was going to continue his retaliation, he suddenly turned around and flew away from the Immortal King at blinding speed.

“You’re not getting away!” Feng Wuya roared and immediately gave chase.

However, An Lin had already unleashed both his Origin Energy of the Netherworld as well as his Wind Spirit Technique, so Feng Wuya had no chance in hell of chasing him down.

The gap between the two of them continued to widen.

In the end, both of them disappeared into the night.

No one knew what happened next.

However, Immortal King Feng Wuya returned to the Immortal King Palace several minutes later with an extremely thunderous expression on his face.

All of the bystanders already knew the result now…

That mysterious exalted immortal had battled the Immortal King and was able to successfully get away in the end!

Yang Lingqian had still yet to come to her senses after witnessing that epic battle. Never would she have thought that the easy-going exalted immortal who loved to boast and flex was a man powerful enough to battle the most powerful being on this continent. He even successfully ran away after the event!

He wasn’t boasting after all. He really was bad*ss!

Yang Lingqian was a little dazed. She thought back to her experiences with An Lin, especially when she had pushed An Lin to the ground and kissed him, and a deep blush appeared on her face.

Even though she had forced a kiss upon him, An Lin did not become enraged, nor did he take advantage of the opportunity to take her for himself. He was like a kind, easygoing big brother, and there was nothing about him that made him appear as if he was a powerful being comparable to Immortal King Feng Wuya.

Just who was this man…

Yang Lingqian looked up at the starry night sky and could not sleep for the entire night.

The next day, wanted posters were put up all over the city.

Anyone who could provide information on the man in the portrait could receive rewards ranging from a million up to a hundred million spirit stones, depending on how valuable their information was!

Of course, the man in the portrait was none other than An Lin!

The battle last night had shocked the entire Kun Lun City, so there was no point in trying to keep it confidential, as it was impossible to do so anyway. Almost everyone knew that a mysterious powerful being had battled Immortal King Feng Wuya and managed to successfully escape after losing the battle.

The operative words there were “successfully escape”.

No one had ever achieved the same feat against the Immortal King in the past several thousand years, so it was clear to see just how terrifying that mysterious powerful being was. It was also because of this battle that there were rumors being spread that he was the second most powerful being on this continent!

Thus, An Lin became a legendary figure overnight.

The handsome white-robed man in the portrait captivated countless cultivators.

He had no name, but everyone gave him a romantic title.

The “White-Robed Exalted Immortal”.

It was yet to be seen whether the White-Robed Exalted Immortal could be found, but the reality was that wanted posters of the White-Robed Exalted Immortal had been put up across the entire continent.

A hint of vitality had returned to the continent that was slowly dying from Feng Wuya’s dictatorial rule.

Aside from that, news of Feng Wuya potentially being impotent also spread like wildfire…

Regardless of whether it was true or not, it was a massive talking point.

However, most people did not believe this to be true. After all, Immortal King Feng Wuya was renowned across the entire continent for his promiscuous ways. All of his harem concubines were exceptional beauties, so how could he be impotent?

Only the concubines of the Spring Light Palace knew that this was indeed true…

They had all engaged in “intercourse” with Feng Wuya, so of course they were aware of the truth. However, none of them dared to discuss this with anyone as they were not suicidal.

One of the concubines within the Spring Light Palace was currently holding a wanted poster with an enticing smile on her face.

“This White-Robed Exalted Immortal sure has made a name for himself during that epic battle. He has finally shown me something different in this palace filled with despair…”

The concubine looked up at the sky as she leaned against the railing with her chin supported by her hands, smiling with a reminiscent expression as she recalled back to that gallant white-robed figure from last night.

What Feng Wuya didn’t know was that many of his Spring Light Palace concubines were looking at the same portrait on these wanted posters before looking up at the sky like caged birds yearning for freedom…