I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The Immortal Wrath Fire Lotus was one of the inheritances Su Qianyun obtained from the Immortal Spirit Tower.

She had proven herself to be worthy of her title as a supremely talented cultivator as she was able to use her observation of the Immortal Wrath Fire Lotus to change its power source from the power of flames to the power of the moon. Thus, she could unleash the attack using the power she was most proficient at wielding.

As the blue-and-white lotus flew through the air toward An Lin, he finally detected a hint of danger.

The lotus flower instantly exploded.

The boundless power of the moon erupted in a series of white halos, sweeping forth with the power to pulverize everything in its wake.

Even the entire heaven and earth tremored violently as the resulting shockwaves swept up gale-force winds within a radius of five kilometers.

At the center of the explosion was the blinding power of the moon, which could erode all things in this world with its terrifying power.

The blue energy was the power of frost, while the white energy was the power of purification and shredding. The two completely different types of powers crashed toward the man in the center of it all in a frenzy.

All the male students on the plaza drew a sharp intake of breath as they stared at the man on the screen with anxious expressions.

“Goddess Su is so powerful! I’ve never seen a Soul Formation Stage cultivator unleash such a terrifyingly powerful technique.”

“Have you selectively forgotten about God An?”

“Do you think Demon King An Lin is going to be eliminated by that attack?”

“Not a chance. Senior Student An Lin definitely won’t be beaten so easily, but he should sustain minor injuries from such a fearsome attack.”

Right at this moment, an inky-black sword projection slashed through the power of the moon.

An Lin emerged forth from the darkness, completely unscathed. He had an inky-black cloak draped over his body, which seemed to be obscuring the stars and the moon as an incredibly intimidating aura instantly erupted forth.

Endless Night Sword Technique!

All of the prodigies around him were struck with a crushing sense of suffocation, and even all the spectating students also felt an indescribable sense of pressure, as if they were being confronted by a true Demon King.

Right at this moment, a scintillating light erupted in the inky-black sky.

A spear with lightning revolving around the tip roared like a dragon and instantly tore through the power of darkness around An Lin en route to his heart.

“Its Senior Student Zuo Qiubing from the fifth-year!” some students began to yell with excitement.

“Zuo Qiubing’s spear techniques are invincible among his cohort! Even Senior Student Tang Ximen fell to him in a sparring match.”

“Zuo Qiubing reminds me of the mighty Wang Xuanzhan.”

Zuo Qiubing had progressed to the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage before Tang Ximen and had leapfrogged him to take the top spot in the fifth year cohort, so he too commanded a lot of respect and admiration of all the students.

However, right before everyone’s scorching, eager eyes, An Lin slashed his sword toward him without even looking.

“F*ck off!”

An inky-black sword projection seemed to have engulfed heaven and earth, instantly transforming the world into an infernal pit of eternal darkness. The lightning spear didn’t even last a second against the sword projection before completely being blown away.

“Ah…!” Zuo Qiubing let loose a wail of anguish as his body was engulfed by the black sword projection.

A golden light encapsulated his body.

All the students stared blankly at the protective golden light on the screen as their raucous cheers came to a grinding halt.

The top dog of the fifth-year cohort, the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage Zuo Qiubing had just been insta-killed?!

However, the instant An Lin’s attack landed, white holy flames erupted to tear apart the inky-black sword projection.

White flames swept through the air, from which a woman in a jade dress with the appearance of a Holy Maiden emerged.

This exquisitely beautiful woman held a Dragon Sparrow Sword, which exuded a terrifying sword intent that threatened to crush the entire sky.

The insta-killed Zuo Qiubing was instantly forgotten by everyone.

All of the several tens of thousands of spectating students stared at the figure in the air with scorching expressions. This was an extremely powerful beautiful woman.

She was the second legendary figure of the school, the woman who had the biggest hope of defeating An Lin, Xu Xiaolan!

This was the warrior everyone was waiting for!!!

“Vermilion Bird, God Slaying Strike!” a delicate cry sounded.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword in her hand exuded brilliant white flames, which lit up the entire night, as she slashed down toward An Lin with no hesitation!

Her attack was like a vermilion bird crashing to the ground, incinerating the sky while instantly engulfing An Lin.

A massive fissure was slashed open in the ground by the fearsome temperatures of that sword projection, and it went on for several kilometers.

Several small hills nearby were reduced to dust and disappeared from the face of the world!

All the spectating students’ eyes widened in shock as they trembled in fear from Xu Xiaolan’s ferocious strike.

Was this really a f*cking attack unleashed by a Soul Formation Stage cultivator?

“We’re all students of the Heavenly Court, so why is Goddess Xiaolan so much more exceptional than us?”

“What I’m a bit more concerned about is… Was Senior Student An Lin killed by that strike?”

“I… I don’t know. Did Senior Student An Lin cheat on her? Is that why she unleashed such a terrifying attack against him?”

“God An will be fine! He’s Turtle An! His defenses are god-like!”

All the students were discussing heatedly among themselves, and some were so nervous that they were sweating profusely.

Watching a battle of this caliber was even more thrilling than actually participating in a battle in person.

Amid a sea of Holy Flames, the air within a radius of over a kilometer was shimmering and warping, as if everything were a dream.

Xu Xiaolan descended from the sky before making her way toward a certain direction. Holy Flames danced around her body like obedient fairies.

In the sky above, Su Qianyun, who was in a light blue palace dress, materialized another Immortal Wrath Flame Lotus, which she held at the ready.

Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu clutched their swords in their hands as their auras soared to a peak.

Zhu Xiaojie’s body warped and twisted before slowly disappearing.

In that instant, tangible killing intent hung in the air, all of which was directed toward a single person.

“Stop playing dead, An Lin! Hurry up and fight or surrender!” Xu Xiaolan’s words flowed toward a spot on the ground, like a refreshing stream through the sea of flames.

Boom!

A black aura exploded forth in a corkscrew, instantly dispelling the Holy Flames in that area to reveal a slightly disheveled man.

His clothes were in tatters, and his hair was slightly singed, but a faint smile lingered on his face.

“Xiaolan, that’s not very nice of you to use a finishing technique from the get-go.”

A vibrant smile appeared on Xu Xiaolan’s face. “How do you know that was a finishing technique? That was just a minor spell technique.”

An Lin’s eyelids twitched. “Sorry, but I have my eyes set on the number one spot of the Immortal Rankings Board! I have to win this battle!”

Xu Xiaolan’s expression was filled with resolve and battle intent as she extended her sword before her. “That’s great! I’ve always wanted to see this sort of determination from you! Otherwise, this battle would be no fun at all!”

The two of them faced off against one another, and their auras soared into the clouds.

“What terrifying might!” Yao Xiu let loose a delicate cry as her body trembled.

Yao Mingxi was also staring at An Lin with a scorching light in his eyes. “This is the man we are chasing after. What a mighty and intimidating figure…”

Somewhere further away, a man in a white robe stuck his head out and stared up at the battle taking place in the distance as he trembled uncontrollably.

“I can accept there being very few students left, but why is there a group of people ganging up on An Lin at once?

“This isn’t right! This violates the rules! But the teachers aren’t stopping them…

“Bizarre, everything its too bizarre here…”

This man was none other than Tang Ximen, who had just arrived at the central region of the Forest of One-Thousand Peaks.

He looked up at the sky with a disconsolate expression. “I knew it. I’m participating in a fake trial!”