I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

This was a special day at The United University of Cultivation.

There was a particular piece of news that had spread throughout the school stating that the school’s number one celebrity, Sword Immortal An Lin’s stuffed bun shop was officially open for business.

In front of the third-year dorms, a mountainous pile of a hundred steamers had been stacked up, creating a spectacle that was visible from hundreds of meters away.

The sun had just risen, but there were already several hundred people gathered at the scene, all of whom were here to spectate.

It had to be said, the stuffed buns An Lin had delivered yesterday made for a really effective PR stunt, and all the students were extremely excited.

Below the frying pan, the Great Holy Flame was burning and white wisps of steam flowed from the steamers like countless wispy dragons. The stuffed buns weren’t even fully cooked yet, but everyone was already engaged in a heated discussion.

Especially after they saw the wooden board displaying the price of the stuffed buns, everyone drew a sharp intake of breath.

An Lin’s stuffed buns: One thousand spirit stones/steamer!

“Holy f*ck, just how badly in need of money is Student An Lin? A thousand spirit stones per steamer of stuffed buns?!”

“You could buy a pretty good spirit pill with a thousand spirit stones, how could these stuffed buns be so expensive? Does he think we’re all rich fools?”

“I told you that Classmate An Lin’s cognitive functions had been impaired from being struck by the divine lightning, but you wouldn’t believe me. Do you believe me now?”

“Haha, let’s just stand here and watch to see if there are people stupid enough to buy these stuffed buns.”

“Senior An Lin must be suffering from financial difficulties, so we’re technically donating to him in a way, right?”

…

The entire scene was bustling with discussion, but almost everyone present was either in utter disbelief or taunting An Lin for his ridiculous prices.

An Lin focused all his attention on his cooking and completely ignored the bustling commotion before him.

After all, the best way to shut all these people up… was with his stuffed buns!

He was very confident that he would be able to shut all the doubters up within two hours’ time.

More and more people gathered and before everyone knew it, there were already over a thousand people gathered at the gate of the third-year dorm buildings. Some were attracted by the towering stack of steamers while others were just there to see whether any of the stuffed buns would actually be sold at the ridiculous price of a thousand spirit stones per steamer.

“Senior An Lin, I don’t care what your stuffed buns taste like, I’ll definitely buy them!”

“God An, we worship you! We’re going to buy your stuffed buns no matter what!”

“A thousand spirit stones is nothing, I’ll just eat one less spirit pill!”

All the retarded superfan had also gathered, and all of them were yelling at the top of their lungs to express their support.

There was a group of logical people who were standing off to the side and shaking their heads. They had heard that An Lin’s stuffed buns were quite delicious, but they were definitely not worth a thousand spirit stones per steamer; that was far beyond the price they were willing to pay.

Amid all the commotion, An Lin looked up at the students gathered before him and pointed to a spot in front of him before yelling out an instruction, “The stuffed buns are about to be ready, line up here if you want some!”

Most of the students couldn’t help but laugh out loud upon hearing this. Did he really think there were so many stupid rich students? Who the hell would line up to buy these insanely expensive stuffed buns?

Had he really gone crazy?

However, right at this moment, a line suddenly formed in the blink of an eye as a group of people charged at full speed to the spot that An Lin had pointed to. Their speedy approach whipped up gale-force winds around them, forcing the rest of the onlookers back a few steps.

“I was here first, don’t try to skip the queue!”

“F*ck off you shameless bastard, I was clearly here first!”

“Stop jostling, I’m about to be trampled to death!”

…

Among the close to a thousand students gathered at the scene, over a hundred of them had formed a line within the blink of an eye.

All the remaining students were completely dumbfounded. What was going on? Just what were these people fighting for?

Even some of the retarded superfans were completely baffled by the situation. They had planned to only buy one steamer each as a show of support for their idol, but a line had formed before they even had a chance to take a step forward. What the hell was going on?

“An Lin, give me a hundred steamers!”

The person at the head of the queue was an extremely beautiful woman with short pink hair. She currently had her hands raised high in the air with excitement shining from her eyes.

What the f*ck! A hundred steamers?

The rest of the students in the queue almost blacked out. Was she trying to leave none for everyone else?!

“My God, Goddess Liu must have gone crazy! That’s a hundred thousand spirit stones, for god’s sake!”

“That’s absurd, Goddess Liu is most likely just here as an actor to promote Senior An Lin’s stuffed buns.”

“What kind of advertising is this? What’s the point of selling everything to one person? Doesn’t Senior An Lin need to attract more interest and build up a customer base?”

“…”

An Lin rolled his eyes as he turned his gaze upon Liu Qianhuan. “Each person can only buy a maximum of two steamers!”

An Lin’s words immediately caused another huge stir among everyone queued up in the line.

Liu Qianhuan glared at An Lin with a bitter expression. “I’ll take two steamers then!”

“I’ll take two as well,” a male student behind her chimed in.

“Me too!” another person further down the line yelled.

“An Lin, I’ll pay four thousand spirit stones for three steamers!” a female student yelled excitedly.

An Lin pursed his lips. “I’m an honest and sincere merchant; even if you offer ten thousand spirit stones per steamer, I can still only sell you a maximum of two steamers!”

Everyone: “…”

Thus, extremely bizarre scenes unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

Among all the students in the queue, over eighty percent of them chose to buy two steamers!

In the end, An Lin refused to sell the last two steamers as he planned to keep them for himself.

All of An Lin’s stuffed buns were sold out in less than ten minutes. The remaining few dozen students in the queue who didn’t get a chance to buy some stuffed buns all wailed in repentance at how slow they were to join the queue.

All the spectating students were completely dumbfounded.

“Are they all paid actors?”

“Have you seen any paid actors miss out on buying the stuffed buns because they had joined the queue too late, then offer two hundred spirit stones per stuffed bun to purchase them from someone else?”

“…”

There were ten stuffed buns in each steamer, which would amount to two thousand spirit stones if they were sold at two hundred spirit stones per stuffed bun. That would mean the price of the stuffed buns would have essentially doubled. How was this possible?!

A particularly skeptical student made his way toward a student who had managed to purchase a steamer of stuffed and made a proposal. “Hi there, I want to offer two hundred spirit stones for one of your stuffed buns.”

The student chuckled coldly. “Keep dreaming!”

The man faltered slightly before gritting his teeth and making another offer. “Three hundred spirit stones!”

“Alright, seeing as you’ve never had the pleasure of having one before, I’ll sell one to you to show you what you’ve been missing.” The student with the steamer finally took pity on him and agreed to his offer.

Thus, the man purchased a stuffed bun for three hundred spirit stones.

His companions immediately began to laugh at him. “Who would have thought you’d do something as stupid as this! Is stupidity contagious? Hahaha…”

The man held the stuffed bun in his hand and retorted stubbornly. “I’m just trying to uncover the scam behind these stuffed buns! I’m spending money to buy the truth, you don’t even understand my genius!”

The man bit down on the stuffed bun as he talked.

Tears immediately began to stream down his face. “Waah… How could there be such delicious stuffed buns in this world… Why didn’t I line up in the queue, I want to kick myself…”

The man wept as he ate, and his companions stared at him in astonishment.

Similar scenes were unfolding all throughout the throng of people gathered at the scene and news of An Lin’s stuffed buns began to spread even further. The skeptical students who had taunted An Lin were caught in a difficult dilemma after they tasted the stuffed buns. On one hand, they were too embarrassed to swallow their words and buy the stuffed buns for themselves, but on the other hand, the stuffed buns were simply irresistible.

An Lin silently packed up his frying pan and left without a word.

The reason why he set this limit on the number of stuffed buns he sold per day was to create a situation where demand far exceeded supply. Only then could his business continue to be as popular as it was on the first day!

The next day, An Lin set up his stall at the usual location early in the morning.

This time, there were over a thousand people gathered at the scene!

An Lin didn’t waste time with words and once again set up the wooden board which stated the price of his stuffed buns.

An Lin’s stuffed buns: One thousand two hundred spirit stones per steamer, each person is limited to a maximum of two steamers.

This instantly created a huge stir among everyone!

“What a shady merchant! He was selling them for a thousand spirit stones per steamer yesterday, but he’s selling them for one thousand two hundred spirit stones today! If things continue like this, won’t they eventually be sold at ten thousand spirit stones per steamer?”

“Boycott! We must boycott his shop!”

“That’s right, he’s gone too far, let’s all boycott his stuffed buns today!”

“Hehe, let’s see what An Lin does when everyone refuses to buy his stuffed buns.”

…

In the face of such a vehement backlash, An Lin continued steaming his stuffed buns with a calm expression.

“The stuffed buns are ready, line up here if you want some!” An Lin yelled.

Boom!

A series of figures flashed past, sweeping up gale-force winds in their wake.

A massive queue of over two hundred people assembled in the blink of an eye!

All the surrounding students: “…”

Thus, An Lin sold 95 steamers of stuffed buns that day in only eight minutes, officially setting a new record.

As for the remaining five steamers, he took them home for himself.

His earnings totaled over two hundred thousand spirit stones from two days.

Earning money was simply far too simple!