I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Within a palace in the Heavenly Court.

A beautiful Celestial Maiden held a paintbrush in her hand as the painting on the canvas before her gradually disappeared.

“Father, An Lin has already received the aura-concealment robes. But are you really not going to cover his operation? What if he fails? His target is a powerful being at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage…” The woman’s brows knitted together with concern.

The middle-aged man in an imperial robe beside her replied with a slight smile, “Don’t worry, Xiao Zi. Don’t you believe in him?”

A light blush appeared on the woman’s face as she retorted in a mumble, “I’m not worried! And why would I believe him? I’m just worried that he would die before I have a chance to dig up all the Purple Star information that he has!”

The middle-aged man completely ignored his daughter’s unconvincing excuse. “It’s not that we’re not helping An Lin; it’s just that things will become a lot more complicated if Dao Integration Stage True Gods were to become involved. In that case, it would only be more detrimental to An Lin once the Blood Tribe began to investigate the matter.

“However, if we don’t get involved, then this would just a battle between the younger generation. Even if Laden dies, it would only show that his skills were inferior to An Lin’s, and Emperor Yi Deng wouldn’t be able to say anything. Of course, if Emperor Yi Deng decides to become involved, then the Heavenly Emperor won’t back down either.”

“Is Uncle Tian Huang accompanying them?” the woman asked.

“Yes. He’s stationed at the border of the Dark Marshlands, and he’ll act immediately if a Blood Tribe Dao Integration Stage mighty figure becomes involved. An Lin is a prodigious talent the caliber of which we have not seen for tens of thousands of years, so we will definitely be taking extra precautions with him.”

An expression of approval appeared on the middle-aged man’s face as he spoke.

The Celestial Thearch was very much basking in the memories of seeing Zi Wei being pummeled in the Immortal Spirit Tower…

Meanwhile, the assassination roster had been decided over in Huang Quan City.

There were ten robes, so they picked ten people.

Cassidy, Merlin, Tobias, Xiao Ze, Tina, An Lin, Xu Xiaolan, Xuanyuan Cheng, Su Qianyun, and Sword Immortal Ling Xiao. Tina’s spatial manipulation abilities were extremely powerful, and she could teleport An Lin and the others away from the scene for an emergency exit if required.

The incumbent vehicle, Da Bai, had been left behind as he simply wasn’t powerful enough to come on a mission like this.

Everyone donned their aura-concealment robes, and their auras immediately disappeared. Even their bodies had been perfectly camouflaged to blend in with their surroundings, to the extent that the sun didn’t even produce shadows on the ground when its light shone upon them.

Presents from the Celestial Thearch really were bad*ss!

“Let’s go!” Cassidy and the others stepped into spatial rifts first to lead the way.

On the Purple Snow Mountain of the Dark Marshlands.

The purple in the name didn’t indicate that the snow was purple. Instead, it was to indicate that all the mountains within a radius of five hundred kilometers were purple in color.

The veins of the earth were imbued with extremely powerful yin energy, thereby plunging this area into extremely low temperatures all year round. Thick layers of snow and ice could constantly be seen draped over the mountains and very rarely did any Blood Tribe citizens settle and live here.

A crimson formation flashed within the mountain ranges.

Boundless blood and yin energy converged toward the center of the formation, healing a certain man’s injuries.

This was a handsome man with waist-length golden hair. He was none other than Laden, who had been severely wounded by Emperor Tian Huang.

Around the perimeters of the formation were stationed sixty powerful Blood Tribe cultivators, all of whom were guarding an important point.

These sixty cultivators were comprised of forty-six Spirit Nurturing Stage cultivators, twelve Soul Formation Stage cultivators, and two Return to Void Stage mighty figures. They were strategically positions so that they would be able to react and reinforce each other at a moment’s notice.

“Hey, Little Ke, Little Mai, Little Ta, have you guys planted proof of your non-involvement in this assassination?”

“Don’t worry, Holy Leader. I’ve already left a clone of myself back at my sect, and no one would be able to notice any abnormalities with it unless they are a Dao Integration Stage mighty figure!”

“That’s so cool… I want to learn your clone spell technique as well!”

“This is a natural gift for tribes like the Blood Tribe who possess extremely powerful life force! We only discovered this mystical technique from our visit to the holy land. It actually has a lot of limitations and can only be used by cultivators at or above Return to Void Stage…”

An Lin was quite disappointed upon hearing this, but his disappointment was soon alleviated after recalling that his Divine Liquid Creation Technique also seemed to be a cloning mystic technique.

“Master, this is a map of the location upon which the eight most important points are indicated…”

At this moment, Tobias had returned after scouting for information in his mosquito form.

The most difficult thing to figure out for them wasn’t how to kill Laden, but instead, how to kill Laden without being noticed.

In order to achieve this, they had to kill all those soldiers standing guard in order to prevent any news from being leaked.

“Gather around and wipe some of my blood on your weapons. I can ensure that you’ll be able to kill any Blood Tribe cultivator under Return to Void Stage just by nicking them!”

“Really?!”

“Wow… that’s so cool…”

“What a waste, Holy Leader! My heart throbs for you…”

Thus, An Lin provided some lethal poison to be shared.

Everyone devised the best course of action before deciding to spring into action at the same time in order to kill all sixty Blood Tribe guards at once!

At a small mountain within the Purple Snow Mountain Ranges.

Fifteen Spirit Nurturing Stage and three Soul Formation Stage Blood Tribe guards were on high alert, and as long as it was within a radius of five kilometers, even mosquitoes would not be able able to escape their detection.

However, a mosquito slowly flew overhead before transforming into Merlin. His crimson banner danced in the air as black darkness descended silently over all the guards…

On an icy plain region, ten Spirit Nurturing Stage and one Soul Formation Stage Blood Tribe guards were surveying the bodies of water around them.

A woman in a black robe stepped lightly through the air while slowly approaching all the guards in deathly silence.

Her immortal tool, Moonlight Disc, left a bright blue streak in the air, and a light breeze swept past, causing white snowflakes to flutter.

The eleven Blood Tribe guards who were chatting among themselves were suddenly sliced in half as their eyes widened in shock.

The Soul Formation Stage Blood Tribe cultivators hadn’t completely died, and he was still trying to fuse the two halves of his body back together. However, the fearsome purification power from An Lin’s blood robbed him of all his vitality in the next instant…

Within a cavernous black fortress, a film of water encapsulated heaven and earth, within which lightning flashed and exploded, but no sound nor energy fluctuations were able to escape from within. In no time, Xiao Ze had reduced four Soul Formation Stage guards and twelve Spirit Nurturing Stage Blood Tribe guards to dust.

On a sacrificial altar, a white flaming bird descended from the sky before engulfing all the Blood Tribe cultivators below.

A woman in a jade dress stood atop the flaming bird’s back, and her Sword Dragon slashed a series of invisible sword projections through the air, slicing through all the charred bodies of the Blood Tribe cultivators.

Between two gargantuan mountains stood an extremely long bridge.

When Xuanyuan Cheng stepped forward, cloud and mist suddenly engulfed heaven and earth, isolating the area from the outside world.

The Blood Tribe guards detected that something was amiss and were just about to spring into action when heaven and earth suddenly fell pitch black.

Six Strikes of the War God, Shadow Tiger!

The darkness faded, and all the Blood Tribe guards had been dismembered by An Lin’s bloodstained Evil-Slaying Sword.

At the summit of another mountain, Sword Immortal Ling Xiao silently dismembered six Blood Tribe guards into countless pieces, thereby ensuring that they were as dead as dead could be.

At the same time, Cassidy, Tina, and Tobias finally attacked the two Return to Void Stage mighty figures.