I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The silver-haired man continued up the mountain step by step, his clear eyes gradually becoming clouded. “Even if you say that… you can’t…”

In the end, his eyes completely lost focus and a dazed expression appeared on his face.

“Huh? Why do I have to walk to the summit?”

He suddenly realized this very serious problem.

He knocked on his own head a few times before splaying out a palm in front of him. A blue light flashed and materialized into a huge ice bird which appeared underfoot.

He rose into the air with the ice bird as his steed.

And so, the silver-haired man and An Lin once again had a chance encounter.

An Lin: “…”

It was over… How was he supposed to explain to him why he had returned…

The silver-haired man did not have any reaction to seeing An Lin as his face remained blank and expressionless.

An Lin felt as if the silver-haired man had changed somehow; he seemed to be a lot more cold and foreboding.

The man did not attack him; he did not even acknowledge him. This made An Lin breath a light sigh of relief.

Upon close inspection, the man seemed to be a little dazed. Hence, another thought suddenly flashed into An Lin’s head.

This man seems to be the root cause of this incident, should I try to take him out now?

Lightning sparked between his fingers as he clenched his hands into fists.

Mountain Quaking Fist!

Golden fist projections struck out heavily towards the defenseless silver-haired man.

Boom!

A powerful shockwave burst forth, shattering the silver-haired man’s ice bird and sending him tumbling from the sky.

Lightning Manipulation Technique!

Blue bolts of lightning fell from the sky, striking the man head-on.

Having struck with both his techniques, An Lin watched anxiously as the man continued to fall.

However, in the next moment, the silver-haired man’s hand flashed blue and an ice phoenix of a hundred feet in size materialized itself before catching him in mid-air.

He stared up at An Lin and scratched his head in confusion, appearing completely unscathed.

An Lin: “…”

Upon seeing this, An Lin knew that he was no match for the man and immediately began to escape on his brick.

He could only do one thing now and that was to inform the elders of the sect as soon as possible of the situation at hand.

The silver-haired man slowly began to realize something. “Oh… so he’s an enemy… I have to attack…”

He flew up on his ice phoenix as a blue light flashed in his hands. A black spear of ice exuding a frosty aura appeared in the air.

The power contained in the black ice spear was too massive, causing the space around it to quiver and warp. The tip of the spear was an extremely inky black, appearing as if it was able to pierce through anything in its way.

He looked up toward An Lin before tossing the black spear toward him.

The black spear left a black streak in its wake, cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning with boundless power, instantly closing the space between itself and An Lin.

Everything happened far too quickly for An Lin to react. He could only stare at the black spear that was flying toward him from below before colliding with his Chaotic Alloy Brick…

That’s right. From where the silver-haired man was, his black spear could only strike the brick under An Lin.

Boom!

Devastating power rose from the underside of the brick.

The explosion of energy created a shockwave which radiated outwards, causing the surrounding mountains to crumble and gale-force winds to erupt without warning.

An Lin could only feel an extremely fearsome power striking the underside of the brick, propelling him and the brick forward at insane speed like a rocket. Even with the durability of An Lin’s body, the insane velocity felt as if it was on the verge of tearing his body apart.

A second later, An Lin successfully reached the peak of the Heavenly Dawn Peak on his “rocket”.

The silver-haired man stared blankly at An Lin. “How come it didn’t penetrate?”

An Lin also looked below him to the silver-haired man who looked like a mere speck in the horizon, wondering if he should thank him or not…

The battle of the Return to Void Stage cultivators was still in progress.

Thus, the summit of the Heavenly Dawn Peak had become the exclusive battlefield for Spirit Nurturing and Soul Formation Stage cultivators.

The shockwaves from the battle shaved layer after layer off the huge mountain, reducing the forestry and rocks around them to rubble and ice.

Only the Frosty Demon Sealing Tower remained unscathed under the protection of its spell formation, radiating rainbow-colored light.

An Lin did not waste any more time and immediately informed an elder of the silver-haired man’s self-detonation ploy.

The elder looked deeply at An Lin and immediately used spiritual communication to inform all the elders of the Heavenly Dawn Peak of the situation.

All the peak leaders battling in mid-air also received this information. But their battles were all extremely intense so they could not afford to divert their attention to take care of the silver-haired man.

Hence, this duty fell upon all the elders of the Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Sect and a few Soul Formation Stage elders began to release their divine sense, allowing them to lock onto the man who was on the ice phoenix.

This was the extent of what An Lin could do. This terrifying battlefield really was not a place he should loiter at. He had to leave as soon as possible.

The snowflakes in the air transformed into icicle blades, cutting into his skin. Luckily he had cultivated the Earth Lotus Supreme Skill, thereby granting him immunity to this barrage of icy shrapnel.

However, at this moment, an ice dragon suddenly tore through the ground and charged toward him.

Holy f*ck! Were they onto him!?

An Lin was shocked at the sight. Rings of wind appeared underfoot as his speed drastically increased, allowing him to barely escape from the ice dragon.

He looked ahead and found… that the ice dragon was only the remnant of another battle.

However, he could no longer move after he caught sight of something.

A woman in a bloodstained robe half-knelt on the ground, her body quivering lightly.

The shape-shifting cloud longsword in her hand began to lose its luster as it lost the vital energy input from its wielder.

This was characteristic of battles— when you did not focus on anything, you would not find it to be such a tragic event.

However, once you focused your attention on something, you would then quickly noticed the lifeless bodies on the ground, the flow of blood crystalizing in the extreme cold, and the figures of disciples falling at the hands of their enemies.

There had been many casualties in this battle already, and death really was very close to him.

If he left now, the woman would probably die here too; the woman named Tang Shiyuan…

A silver-haired woman charged towards Tang Shiyuan wielding a frosty longsword, slashing out hundreds of sword projections.

Tang Shiyuan raised her head as sharp sword projections rained down on her like a meteor shower.

She knew she could not defend herself against this, but she still raised her pretty face stubbornly as she charged toward the snow maiden with cloud sword in hand.

First technique, Wind Sword!

An Lin’s body flashed towards the silver-haired woman as he slashed out a white sword projection with the Evil-Slaying Sword.

The pupils of the silver-haired woman constricted sharply as she withdrew her sword in defense.

Crack!

Her frosty longsword was snapped cleanly in half by An Lin’s slash before it continued on to tear into the woman’s body.

Blue blood spilled into the air as a massive gash appeared on her chest.

The silver-haired woman’s expression changed drastically after receiving this grievous blow and she retreated with all her might.

But Tang Shiyuan’s attack had already reached her by this point.

Exquisite Cloud Dance!

Her whole body became insubstantial like cloud and mist as a white sword projection descended upon the snow maiden’s body as quick as lightning.

The snow maiden continued to retreat, but Tang Shiyuan was faster.

Slashes rained down mercilessly on the woman, causing her to cry out in pain. Finally, a sword projection sliced open her throat, putting an end to this battle.

Tang Shiyuan’s body swayed slightly with exhaustion. Her gaze lingered on An Lin with eyes filled with gratitude.

An Lin could not help but swoop in to save the damsel in distress, but before he had a chance to show off, his expression suddenly shifted drastically as he leaped towards Tang Shiyuan.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.