I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Holy Sh*t!” Seeing the fist imprint on the mountain wall, An Lin couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

The might of this immortal spell had clearly frightened even him, the caster of the spell.

After his initial surprise, a complacent and excited expression appeared on An Lin’s face.

If the first immortal spell of the system—The Mountain Quaking Fist—is so powerful, then what will the Thunder Essence Cultivation Method be like?

He had an urge to immediately find a place to get struck by lightning.

Simply the name of that cultivation method sounded extremely impressive. Having already seen the effects of the Mountain Quaking Fist, An Lin itched to do something the more he thought about it.

Seeing An Lin immersed in his immortal spell with a face of complacency, Xu Xiaolan involuntarily humphed.

Although she didn’t know where An Lin had learnt this immortal spell from, she knew that it was necessary for her to do something at this moment.

“Your immortal spell really isn’t all that powerful. Check this out!”

As she said this, Xu Xiaolan punched towards a mountain wall in front of her and a massive blazing palm of almost seven meters whistled out.

Even though he was standing quite a distance away from Xu Xiaolan, An Lin could feel a scorching heat come from the terrifyingly hot blazing palm.

The massive palm soon hit the mountain wall, causing a violent tremor.

Boom!

Following the deafening sound, a palm imprint numerous times larger than that of An Lin’s fist imprint appeared on the mountain wall.

In fact, even the rock around the imprint was charred black!

An Lin’s mouth was agape as he turned to face Xu Xiaolan.

Then, he saw that the expression on her face was relaxed and carefree.

It was as if she could throw that palm effortlessly.

An Lin once again fell into low spirits…

What even… The power of such a casual palm is already far greater than that of my Mountain Quaking Fist. So, it turns out that my immortal spell is only a run-of-the-mill one…

What An Lin didn’t know was that in order to achieve such an effect, Xu Xiaolan had to rely on her Tenth Stage Dao Body, in addition to drawing upon her Heavenly Phoenix Bloodline.

In fact, in terms of immortal spells, the might of An Lin’s punch could already be considered as extremely powerful.

Xu Xiaolan had only acted as such because she was afraid that he would become complacent after learning such an immortal spell.

Afterwards, she stole a glance at An Lin. Upon seeing his expression, she nodded to herself and was secretly happy.

It appeared to be fairly effective…

At least he didn’t have that ‘immortal spell in hand, world is in my hands’ type of expression anymore.

…

Knowing that his objective was completed after ingesting the Mountain Soul-Essence, An Lin returned home.

Once he arrived back in his room, he started cultivating and absorbing vital energy to temper his body.

Seems like I still have to work harder. The more stupid one is, the more effort one needs to put in!

The events of that day left An Lin feeling quite shaken.

He had initially thought that by relying on the system, he could easily catch up to the prodigies of this world. Yet, the cruel reality revealed to him just how naive his thinking was.

To I who have no bloodline, no aptitude and no support of any sect, is it truly possible for me to catch up to the prodigies simply by relying on the system?

If I become too reliant on the system and don’t put in any effort myself, perhaps the distance between us will only get larger and larger.

An Lin wasn’t someone who was afraid of failure. The more difficult the road ahead, the more fighting spirit he had.

It was due to this fact that he made the most of every minute and every second to cultivate earnestly.

If his aptitude was insufficient, he would make up for it through time!

However, just as he started to cultivate full of fighting spirit, he felt a throb of pain in his lower abdomen.

Huh? What’s wrong?

The pain worsened as An Lin rubbed his belly.

As his stomach was overcome by severe pain, he became extremely alarmed.

He felt as if something was churning around in his stomach. Perhaps it was a bout of food poisoning?

The food in the school dining hall had always been hygienic. In addition, it was rare for someone with a Seventh Stage Dao Body to suffer from an upset stomach, unless someone poisoned their food.

Ah! I can’t hold it in, I need to sh*t!

An Lin couldn’t hold on any longer and rushed to the toilet.

Afterwards, the sound of one hundred stampeding elephants could be heard coming from the toilet. In the toilet, his sh*t rushed out swiftly…

The second day, Xu Xiaolan didn’t spot An Lin in the classroom and couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled.

On this day, An Lin was squatting on the toilet.

Although there was nothing else in his stomach for him to excrete, a feeling of wanting to sh*t for all eternity wouldn’t leave him.

The third day, Xu Xiaolan still didn’t spot An Lin in the classroom and couldn’t help but feel even more puzzled. Don’t tell me that he got into another fight and was detained again?

Casting her mind to the fact that An Lin had suddenly mastered a fairly powerful immortal spell, there certainly was a possibility that such was the case.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly and pondered over whether she should go to the detention facility to visit An Lin.

On this day, An Lin was squatting on the toilet.

Although there was nothing else in his stomach for him to excrete, a feeling of wanting to sh*t for all eternity wouldn’t leave him. This caused him to be unable to leave the toilet…

The fourth day, Xu Xiaolan still didn’t spot An Lin in the classroom, so she decided to pay him a visit in the detention facility.

After school, she arrived at the university detention facility only to find that An Lin wasn’t there.

Weird… If he isn’t in the detention facility, then where has he gone?

Xu Xiaolan frowned, before a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. It can’t be due to the Mountain Soul-Essence, can it?

The Mountain Soul-Essence was a type of discharge formed when the Mountain God absorbed spiritual energy.

This type of Mountain Soul-Essence was harmless in itself. However, if cultivators ingested it directly, it would bring about some side effects, namely, three days of intense diarrhea!

Initially, Xu Xiaolan had wanted to tease An Lin, thus not telling him of this fact beforehand. She had planned to show great benevolence and save him once his stomach started hurting.

By doing this, she could exact some revenge on An Lin for that time he had offended her.

Unexpectedly, An Lin showed no ill signs after ingesting the Mountain Soul-Essence. Instead, he appeared lively and full of vigor. Xu Xiaolan had already thought that An Lin was immune to the side effects.

Xu Xiaolan pinched her chin and muttered, “If the judgment is not forthcoming, it is because the time has not yet arrived? ¹ ”

“Today’s the third day already… If it’s the side effects of the Mountain Soul-Essence, then I should probably be able to see him tomorrow.”

On this day, An Lin was squatting on the toilet.

Although there was nothing else in his stomach for him to excrete, a feeling of wanting to sh*t for all eternity wouldn’t leave him. This caused him to be unable to leave the toilet…

No, An Lin had a feeling, a feeling that he could attempt to sh*t his own intestines out…

The fifth day, Xu Xiaolan still didn’t spot An Lin in the classroom. Once again, she overturned her previous speculation.

Could it be that it isn’t due to diarrhea?

What a worrisome person… Never mind, I’ll pay his house a visit after school.

On this day, An Lin was squatting on the toilet. The feeling of wanting to sh*t for all eternity had already vanished from his mind.

You ask why he was still squatting on the toilet?

That was because he already couldn’t stand up.

That’s right, his legs had already become crippled from squatting…

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