I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

An Lin felt as if ten thousand alpacas were stomping through his heart.

Never would he have thought that he would actually venture into the Void Star Section. In a place as dangerous as this, he would probably die without even knowing how it had happened.

It was a testament to his luck that he was able to fly for over one thousand five hundred kilometers without being killed by anyone…

The battle between the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator and the crimson bird rocked heaven and earth as both sides unleashed all types of powerful techniques, creating a spectacular light show at night.

Thankfully, An Lin had the Illusionary Star Robe draped over himself, and he also concealed his aura, thereby allowing him to escape detection.

Even though the Illusionary Star Robe wasn’t as effective on creatures that weren’t Star Beasts, it was still able to conceal his presence from the detection of divine senses provided that he was sufficiently far away from any potential pursuers.

Xue Zhantian stared at the battle taking place in the distance with an expression of longing on his face, as if he was in a trance. “This is what a fight between men should look like! Each and every one of their techniques is powerful enough to make heaven and earth tremble and quake.”

Just he was speaking, the man from the Dark Wing Tribe had already sliced a wing off the crimson bird’s body, sending a fountain of blood spurting into the air.

However, the blood wasn’t evaporated by the boundless flames. Instead, it suddenly materialized into a blood sword, which pierced through the air, before instantly puncturing the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator’s chest.

What a brutal battle!

As a veteran spectator of battles, An Lin was able to determine that both the man from the Dark Wing Tribe as well as the crimson bird were around the Return to Void Initial Stage.

Their spell techniques were extremely vibrant and powerful, but they weren’t very proficient at using spatial manipulation yet.

“Grand Primordium Guardian—Deathly Night!”

When the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator raised his black saber high into the air, dark clouds instantly gathered in the sky in a radius of five kilometers while streaks of black light could be seen piercing through the clouds.

The hairs on the back of An Lin’s neck stood on end as he retreated with all his might.

The crimson bird’s body squirmed as it tried to fuse its severed wing back onto its body, but it received a nasty shock upon seeing the fearsome spell technique the man was unleashing, and the image on its tail instantly began to glow with a brilliant light.

A flaming phoenix of ten thousand feet in size spread its wings before descending upon the man with an accompanying sea of flames.

The man’s saber fell, and the dark clouds in the sky began to surge as a black saber projection descended from the sky with devastating power.

In that instant, the world seemed to have been robbed of all light as everything fell into darkness.

The flaming phoenix collided with the black saber projection, and the resulting shockwave instantly pulverized the ground around them in a radius of several kilometers. An Lin was also struck by the shockwave, causing the hood of his Illusionary Star Robe to be blown off his head.

Fortunately, he had already begun his retreat before the clash occurred, thereby allowing him to escape injury.

The saber projection tore through the flaming phoenix in the end before crashing onto the crimson bird’s body.

A sharp screeching sound erupted as the black saber projection sliced into the crimson bird’s body.

After the black saber projection faded, An Lin caught sight of the crimson bird to discover that it had been completely sliced in half. The crimson feathers gradually lost its luster, and it was clearly well dead.

The Dark Wing Tribe cultivator’s features were a little pale as he stood in the air above the crimson bird with blood flowing from the hole in his chest.

“Master! This is a god-given opportunity! The man with the black wings has clearly been significantly weakened during that battle! We should take this opportunity to harvest his life!” Xue Zhantian suddenly began squirming with excitement in An Lin’s arms.

An Lin chuckled coldly. “You want to deal the killing blow? You’ll lose your life doing so! Don’t ever underestimate the power of a Return to Void Stage mighty figure. There is an insurmountable gap in power, and they can kill us in many ways as long as they haven’t died themselves.”

Just as his sentence trailed off, the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator suddenly turned to look in his direction.

The man had his huge saber hoisted on his shoulder and astonishment appeared on his face upon seeing An Lin.

An Lin blinked before asking Xue Zhantian, “Is… is he looking at me?”

Xue Zhantian replied, “He could be looking at me instead. I’m so cute and adorable, after all.”

An Lin: “…”

An Lin patted the hood of the Illusionary Star Robe, which had now been blown off his head, wondering if that was why his cover had been blown.

No! It wasn’t time to think about stuff like that now.

An Lin came to a rude awakening before drawing a sharp intake of breath.

F*ck! They had been spotted by a Return to Void Stage cultivator!

An Lin’s first thought was to run! Run for his life!

However, he didn’t have a chance to move before the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator brought out a portrait from his storage ring.

He looked at the portrait, then at An Lin, and an expression of shock and horror appeared on his face as he drew a sharp intake of breath.

An Lin looked up at the man with an inquisitive expression, but the man’s body suddenly trembled as he took a few steps back in fear.

An Lin: “???”

The Dark Wing Tribe cultivator immediately tore open a spatial gate before leaping into it to disappear as quickly as possible.

The Return to Void Stage mighty figure from the Dark Wing Tribe is running away?

An Lin’s lips twitched slightly upon seeing this.

He looked around with a blank expression but didn’t discover anything particularly scary.

Why did he run so fast? Could he be scared of me?

“Little Tiantian, am I a terrifying man?” An Lin asked.

Xue Zhantian instantly flared up in rage. “My name is Xue Zhantian! I am an imposing and domineering beast! Don’t call me Little Tiantian!”

The veins on An Lin’s forehead popped in response. “Who called you Little Tiantian ¹ ? Don’t get all mushy on me! You haven’t even answered my question yet. Am I a terrifying man? Why do I feel like the Dark Wing Tribe cultivator ran because he was scared of me?”

Xue Zhantian was clearly a little befuddled as well, and he paused to consider An Lin’s question before responding with a question of his own, “You’re not that scary, Master. And you haven’t even unleashed that fearsome golden aura yet… Could it be that he was running away in fear of me?”

An Lin’s chest constricted upon hearing this. He was obviously not going to get a serious answer from Xue Zhantian!

Another thought suddenly occurred to him, and he cast his eyes upon the body of the crimson bird which lay in the center of the diminishing sea of flames…

An Lin made his way over there before searching the carcass.

Sure enough, he soon found a ring-shaped spatial storage magic tool.

Xue Zhantian was shocked. “Holy f*ck! Unbelievable! That man was so scared he didn’t even grab his spoils of war? Master… you…”

He looked at the man before him, and an indescribable sense of admiration and reverence welled up in his heart.

Xue Zhantian obviously didn’t really think that the black-winged man was scared of him; the only plausible explanation for his panicked escape was his master, An Lin!

Master’s power… seemed to be even more unfathomable than he had imagined!

Meanwhile, a spatial rift appeared within a black sea, from which a man with pale features with a huge saber on his shoulder emerged, and he turned to look at the closing spatial rift with fear lingering in his heart.

“Thank God he didn’t chase me; otherwise, I, the great Dao Ye would be dead already…”

He heaved a light sigh of relief. “As expected of the An Lin that was able to slay the Dark Night Monarch and leave even the Moonlit Night Monarch at a loss for what to do. To think that he was able to approach me completely without my detection before making his appearance when I was at my weakest state…”

“And those eyes; they were so cold and arrogant! How terrifying… Luckily I reacted quickly and ran for my life before he decided to kill me. Otherwise, I would really be screwed.”

Dao Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a slight smile appeared on his face as he internally praised himself for his quick-wittedness.

He paused for a moment before tearing open another spatial gate.

He wasn’t safe yet; he had to get further away…