I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Red spider lilies waved gently in the dark winds of this eerie world.

They had grown and spread to form a boundless sea of lilies, all of which were emanating a crimson glow, as if they were rubies within the darkness.

At this moment, one violent explosion after another was taking place within the sea of flowers.

A series of dazzling sword projections swept through the darkness, slicing through the sea of flowers as red flower petals danced through the air.

A series of powerful crimson humans materialized from the red spider lilies who pounced toward the figures in the air above, as if they were fearless warriors with no regard for their lives.

At the forefront of the group of people in the air was a man with bright, piercing eyes. He unleashed powerful sword projections through the air, annihilating several crimson humans with each and every sword strike.

However, there seemed to be no end to the energy within the sea of flowers as it relentlessly materialized crimson humans, which pounced toward the cultivators in the air.

“We can’t keep wasting time here. Let’s think of a plan and get out of this accursed place!” a male cultivator said as he wielded his sword.

“This flower formation is a natural slaughter formation. It’s like a venomous snake, the more you run, the more it attacks…” the male cultivator at the forefront of the party said with a solemn expression.

“Then what do we do?” a gorgeous female cultivator asked in an urgent voice, and her eyes lingered on the man at the forefront of the party as a hint of anticipation and reverence appeared on her face.

That man was the most powerful and most reliable person in their party.

The man spoke in a firm voice, “Find a flaw in this formation and strike it to break the entire formation! That is the best course of action available to us.”

Right at this moment, a white figure flew toward them from a distance while traveling at an extremely fast speed.

“More cultivators are coming into this flower slaughter formation!”

“Those idiots, do they want to die?”

“It’s a simple matter to enter this slaughter formation, but getting out if it is next to impossible.”

Everyone’s expression shifted all of a sudden.

They discovered that there was a man sitting on top of the white figure, and there was also a blue-robed man flying atop a sword beside him.

Both of them flying through the air in a zigzag path in order to evade the crimson humans.

“That… Is that Sun Yuluo?!” someone exclaimed.

The blue-robed man flying atop his sword was also taken aback to see the six cultivators up ahead. “Brother Zhao Siming, Sister Xue Shan!”

“Oh my God, it IS Sun Yuluo…”

“Hehe… So what? Who in our sect would dare to get close to him?”

“He deserves it! Our sect leader has already displayed great kindness by not kicking him out of the sect.”

“Let’s get away from him.”

…

An Lin was a little shocked to see the disdainful expressions on the faces of the group of cultivators up ahead.

Why was Sun Yuluo being ostracized like this? His personality was a little peculiar, but that didn’t warrant this type of treatment, did it?

Sun Yuluo’s expression remained unchanged after hearing their words. Instead, he began to fly toward them with his sword in hand. “Let me help you!”

Sun Yuluo’s offer did not draw any gratitude from them whatsoever.

One of the cultivators even burst out laughing. “Not even Brother Zhao Siming is able to break this flower formation, what are you going to do?”

Another female cultivator chimed in, “Can you not see the situation that you’re in? You’ve stumbled into the red spider lily slaughter formation. You can’t even save yourself, so how are you going to help us?”

“We don’t need your help anyway. We don’t acknowledge you as a member of our sect! Get the f*ck away from us!” a male cultivator with an explosive temper roared.

Sun Yuluo pursed his lips, but he was still unleashing sword strikes toward the crimson humans leaping out from the sea of flowers below.

“By the way, that guy beside him looks a little familiar…”

Only now did all of the cultivators have a chance to take a good look at the strange cultivator sitting atop the huge, white dog.

All of them immediately drew sharp intakes of breath.

Some of them almost fell off their swords.

“An… An… An Lin?”

“Oh my God, it really is An Lin!”

At this moment, even Zhao Siming’s expression shifted as he turned toward An Lin. “It really is An Lin. Why is he here…”

However, to An Lin’s surprise, everyone became even more enraged at the sight of An Lin.

“Who would have thought that Sun Yuluo has actually become An Lin’s ally…”

“Ptui! Our sect leader should have never allowed that trash to remain at our sect!”

“Hehe, is he here with An Lin to laugh at us?”

“What a detestable man!”

…

An Lin was instantly astonished. Where was all of this hostility coming from? They made it seem as if he and Sun Yuluo were involved in some sort of heinous relationship…

“Little Sun, I’m going to require an explanation for this,” An Lin said.

Sun Yuluo explained with a wry smile upon hearing this, “Our Heavenly Sword Sect recently held an event in which sect disciples had to tell everyone who their most revered sword immortal was. The vast majority of disciples either chose our sect leader or our grand elder. However, I chose you…”

He turned to look at An Lin as he spoke.

An Lin was completely dumbstruck, as was Da Bai.

That made sense then. This was why these Heavenly Sword Sect disciples held so much enmity toward Sun Yuluo…

News of Liu Mingxuan being kicked out from the Four Nine Immortal Sect had spread like wildfire throughout the entire Kingdom of the Nine States. To pledge his reverence toward An Lin in the aftermath of that event… Was he crazy?!

He was lucky Liu Mingxuan had not slain him on the spot!

As such… it looked like everything Sun Yuluo had said was true. An Lin really was the sword immortal he revered the most!

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was another one of An Lin’s retarded superfans!

“You… Do you want to die? Couldn’t you have just told a lie back then?” An Lin was still unable to recover from his astonishment.

Sun Yuluo immediately shook his head with an earnest expression. “My sword reflects my heart. If I tell lies, my sword will become blunt and hesitant. I say whatever I want, whenever I want. That is my way of the sword.”

An Lin and Da Bai were both struck with a sense of admiration.

They were in awe of what had to be the most stubborn man in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect!

All six of the Heavenly Sword Sect cultivators were keeping an eye on An Lin with rage and caution on their faces. If they didn’t know just how powerful An Lin was, they would’ve most likely engaged him in battle already.

An Lin wasn’t going to bully any little kids. This was just a group consisting of a Return to Void Initial Stage mighty figure and five Soul Formation Stage powerful beings. As long as they did nothing to provoke him, he was not keen on dirtying his hands by taking their lives.

“Look at him! He’s just standing there and making fun of us with his eyes!”

“Not only that, but we also have to be wary of a sudden attack from him.”

“The rumors were all true! He really is a shameless, cocky man…”

All of the cultivators discussed among themselves in quiet, enraged voices.

An Lin: “…”

He was initially planning to give them a hand.

He had now changed his mind.