I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin rode on Da Bai all the way to The United University of Cultivation.

Beside him was a little whale who was constantly blowing bubbles.

All of the bubbles revealed written messages.

The little whale: Sigh, with the help of the five emperors, I can manipulate the size of this body, but the heavenly peaches are still tasteless to me, waah…

An Lin chuckled. “Don’t you already have ten million spirit stones? A high-rank blood differentiation divine pill costs around three hundred million, so you’ll only need to earn two hundred and ninety million.”

The little whale became even more depressed upon hearing this, and he frantically blew more bubbles—That’s two hundred and ninety million! It’s an astronomical value to me! God knows when I’ll get there.

Celestial Immortal Yu Hua offered words of consolation, “Don’t worry, Principal. We have many more opportunities to earn money in the future, so we’ll definitely get there someday.”

The little whale was still very dejected—I’m afraid that I’ll already have completed my transformation into a Kun Peng thousands of years from now.

“Thousands of years?” An Lin was shocked. “Surely it won’t take that long. I can earn a hundred million in a year, so three years should be enough.”

Celestial Immortal Yu Hua: “…”

Wang Xianyu: “…”

The little whale suddenly pounced toward An Lin and began frantically blowing bubbles again—Please teach me, Big Boss!

An Lin spoke with an exasperated expression, “You’re the principal, and I’m just a student. Please don’t ask me for help.”

The little whale was unwilling to give up—Mr. An Lin, you are the number one prodigy who has ever set foot in our university. You took pride in the school once, and now, the school takes pride in you! Hence, I take pride in you as well, so why can’t I ask you for help?

That made sense.

However, An Lin still firmly rejected him. “Forget about it. I’m a man who has to save up money for my wife. A hundred years from now, I’m going to hold the best and most glamorous wedding this world has ever seen! All of that requires money!”

An Lin’s words were filled with pride and conviction.

Xu Xiaolan was flying atop her sword nearby, and she ducked her head a little as a faint blush appeared on her face.

If someone else was saying this, Wang Xianyu would definitely scoff at them for being delusional.

However, Wang Xianyu had no choice but to believe these words as they were being uttered by An Lin. Even though he hadn’t participated in the Heavenly Peach Banquet himself, he had seen the entirety of An Lin’s performance. He felt like this was an extraordinary man capable of making any miracle come true.

Soon, An Lin returned to university.

His leisurely school life resumed.

An Lin didn’t even have to cultivate now. All he had to do was wait for Chang’e’s divine pill and Ziwei’s divine tool. Once those two things were ready, he would progress to the Return to Void Stage.

Wait, no, Little Xie was a divine tool as well!

An Lin came to a sudden realization. That meant that he would be able to progress to Return to Void Stage once Chang’e’s divine pill was ready!

He was suddenly really looking forward to this.

During one of his classes.

On a vast set of grasslands.

An Lin held an ordinary magic tool, which he waved nonchalantly through the air.

The person sparring with him was one of his classmates, Sun Shenglian, who was one of his underlings in the Myriad Mountain Realm. She was the cold and aloof beauty with the massive melons.

She was once the woman with the most “vicious” chest among all of An Lin’s acquaintances.

However, that title had since been taken by the Grandmaster Construction Cultivator. This was an F-cup mighty figure, and very few women could compare to her Mount Breastverest chest.

Even though Sun Shenglian wasn’t the most “vicious”, she was still quite vicious.

She wore a set of blue, tight-fitting daoist robe, which accentuated her tall and slender yet voluptuous figure to perfection. Her fair, long neck and intricate collarbone made her appear as if she were a beautiful and proud swan.

An Lin was only casually attacking her with his magic tool, but Sun Shenglian was being forced back relentlessly. As she unleashed her movement techniques, her wobbling, snowy-white melons created some beautiful scenery that was really difficult for An Lin to ignore.

After staring for a while, An Lin got a little bored and took advantage of a chink in Sun Shenglian’s defense to lay the blade of his sword on her neck.

“I lost…” Sun Shenglian heaved a forlorn sigh, but her eyes were glowing with excitement.

She was making significant strides in the way of the sword through her sparring matches with An Lin.

An Lin was completely unaware of this, and he nodded with a nonchalant smile.

He had already transcended to a much higher level, so he didn’t really think that his swordsmanship was all that great. As such, he didn’t know just how much he was helping these students by sparring with them.

He was just bored out of his mind. Since all of his fellow classmates wanted to spar with him, he decided to satisfy their request.

The swordsmanship instructor stroked his beard and let loose a forlorn sight as he looked on from nearby.

“Sigh… To think that there is a student more proficient in the way of the sword than I am. His sword intent is profound and vast, and the students don’t feel any psychological burden when sparring with him. He’s bringing out more of their latent potential than I ever could…” The teacher was both a little disconsolate but also filled with awe and admiration.

He felt like An Lin could easily flip the roles and teach him a thing or two.

“My turn! My turn! Big Brother An, please enlighten me!” A spritely girl with short hair and in a pink robe stepped forward with a wide grin on her face.

An Lin heaved an internal sigh at the flat-chested Miao Tian standing before him.

Sure enough, only girls with larger breasts were realistic and more three-dimensional.

Right at this moment.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A few frosty ice darts were already hurtling toward him.

An Lin came to his senses and reflexively attacked the darts with the longsword in his hands.

Clang clang clang!

His accuracy and timing were perfect, and the power he imparted upon his sword strikes was extremely fearsome.

The spirit-tool level frosty ice darts were swatted into the distance.

Miao Tian stood with a blank expression on her face.

A peculiar silence ensued.

Soon, tears began to well up in Miao Tian’s eyes as she spoke in a sobbing voice, “An Lin, you… you’re a bully!”

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally forgot to hold back. Haven’t you already refined those spirit tools? You can summon them back!” An Lin immediately spoke in an urgent voice.

Miao Tian spoke with an aggrieved expression, “You’ve swatted the darts too far away. I can’t even sense them now…”

An Lin: “…”

That was awkward.

An Lin had no choice but to unleash his powerful divine sense to help Miao Tian recover her weapons.

Their sparring match continued, but An Lin switched to using his bare hands rather than a sword.

It had to be said that at his level, he could do anything he wanted against these guys. He wasn’t invincible in all areas, but it was certainly more than enough for sparring matches of this nature.

After that, he engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Luo Ziping, he played with Zong Yongyan’s wind, and he played with Big Brother Cheng’s Myriad Spirit Taichi explosion, ptui! Myriad Spirit Taichi dao was what he meant.

After that, he returned to his dorm room to tease the three little beauties Little Na, Xiao Hong, and Little Gu.

Little Na was getting wilder, whereas Xiao Hong was becoming more and more inactive. Little Gu was the best. She was warm, gentle, and thoughtful, and she could transform into a beautiful little butterfly to flutter and dance around him.

Thus, the days passed slowly and peacefully.

Before he knew it, a month had passed.

An Lin and Xu Xiaolan were walking on a lush schoolyard path on the way to their classroom.

He attended all of his lessons recently. He was savoring every single day spent at the university since he knew that these days were numbered.

However, all of a sudden, An Lin’s expression became extremely grave as he turned toward a certain direction. “Something’s coming!”