I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The reason why Liu Mingxuan targeted An Lin was that An Lin had embarrassed him twice. The first time was at the grand opening of the Four Nine Immortal Sect, and the second time was the Blue Dream Ancient Sword incident.

An ancient sword in the ancient sword tomb of the Heavenly Sword Sect had finally nurtured a spirit, only for it to run away and accept one of An Lin’s retarded superfans as its master.

The retarded superfan Sun Yuluo was the most infuriating character in this incident. He had been expelled from the sect by Third Elder Zhu Yunshan, only to end up joining the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

Thus, the Blue Dream Sword now belonged to the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

The Four Nine Immortal Sect had somehow become the biggest winners while the Heavenly Sword Sect was left to wonder where they had gone wrong.

Liu Mingxuan was absolutely fuming after the incident. He immediately punished Zhu Yunshan with five hundred years of seclusion and that he was not allowed to come out of without permission.

“Don’t get cocky, An Lin! What belongs to our Heavenly Sword Sect will always belong to our Heavenly Sword Sect! You’re going to rue the day you crossed our Heavenly Sword Sect!” A young man in a blue robe stepped forward with an enraged expression on his face.

An Lin shot a glance at him before chuckling with a disdainful expression. “Oh, look who it is. It’s the very same Ouyang Xia that ran crying for his daddy when he fought me! What? You finally have the confidence to step up to the plate again now that your daddy’s here for you?”

“You!” Ouyang Xia was seething with rage, but he didn’t have a response to this.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! You don’t even have a Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure in your Four Nine Immortal Sect, and you want to stand against the Heavenly Sword Sect? You’re just a piece of trash outside of the Four Nine Immortal Sect’s territory!” A woman stepped forward with an enraged cry.

An Lin had some recollection of this woman. She was Liu Qianhuan’s stepmother, Zhu Shan.

“Don’t say that about my sect, you bad woman!” Ye Ling was a little scared of Zhu Shan, but she still stood up for her sect.

Zhu Shan had almost killed Ye Ling because of Liu Wenbin. If it weren’t for An Lin’s interception, Ye Ling most likely would have been dead.

Ye Ling viewed the sect as her own home, and she couldn’t allow someone to badmouth her sect. Even if this was a woman she was petrified of, Ye Ling was still determined to stand up against her!

All of the Four Nine Immortal Sect representatives turned toward the Heavenly Sword Sect with unfriendly expressions.

An Lin’s brows furrowed slightly, and he ignored Zhu Shan as he turned toward Liu Mingxuan with a smile. “Sect Leader Liu sure has an eye for women. What an intelligent and benevolent wife you have…”

Liu Mingxuan’s expression darkened.

Zhu Shan was even more enraged and was about to lash out.

This was quite clearly an insult to her.

An Lin stood with a cold smile on his face. If it weren’t for the fact that Zhu Shan had a powerful backer, she would have been dead a long time ago!

At this moment, a gentle, pleasant voice sounded.

“Hehe, I have heard great things about the renowned Heavenly Sword Sect, but I didn’t think the sect leader’s wife would be such a b*tch. My horizons have been broadened.”

Zhu Shan’s chest constricted with rage upon hearing this. “How dare you say that to me? Do you want to die?!”

“I’m speaking the truth. What, you wanna fight me, you old hag?!”

An exquisitely beautiful woman made her way slowly over to them.

She wore a crown on her head, and her eyes were as blue as the sea. Her figure was enticing and alluring, and her skin was as fair as snow. Her features were a little soft and fragile, but an indomitable will burned in her eyes.

A smile appeared on An Lin’s face upon seeing her.

She was the princess of the Spirit Fish Clan, Lan Xiaoni!

Wait, no, she was now the leader of the West Sea Alliance, Lan Xiaoni!

“You think you have the right to be cocky just because you have a Dao Integration Stage super mighty figure on your side? If you really want to fight, the two Dao Integration Stage seniors behind me would be happy to spar with you…” Lan Xiaoni glared at Zhu Shan with a haughty expression.

High Priests Gu Yu and Yu Feiyu stepped forward as their auras drifted forth.

Zhu Shan’s features paled, and she silently took a step backward.

Each first-rate power on the continent was only permitted to send one Dao Integration Stage representative. She was not an idiot, and she knew what it entailed for Lan Xiaoni to have two Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures standing behind her.

This was not someone she could mess with.

Liu Mingxuan wasn’t going to start an altercation with such a terrifying force over a trivial matter like this.

“These are private matters between us and the Four Nine Immortal Sect. Why do you insist on intervening?” Liu Mingxuan turned to Lan Xiaoni and her group with a curious expression.

The West Sea Alliance had essentially ruled over the entire West Sea. Never had such a colossus been seen within the West Sea. He didn’t understand why this alliance was siding with the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

“I don’t like seeing cocky b*tches, it’s as simple as that. What right does that slut have to defame the Four Nine Immortal Sect?” Lan Xiaoni was ruthless and unrelenting in her reply.

“You!” Zhu Shan trembled with rage, and she drew her sword before letting loose an infuriated cry, “I’ll kill you!”

However, in the next instant, her power was restricted.

Liu Mingxuan slowly forced her sword back into its scabbard.

“Why… Mingxuan, she’s insulting me!” Zhu Shan gritted her teeth as she fought back the tears that were fighting to flow from her eyes.

“You insulted the Four Nine Immortal Sect first. Let it go. We’ll leave everything for after the Heavenly Peach Banquet,” Liu Mingxuan spoke in a flat voice, clearly disinterested in starting an altercation here.

Zhu Shan had never been so humiliated in her life, not even when she was at the Four Nine Immortal Sect’s grand opening.

There was someone throwing terms like b*tch and slut to her face!

She had never been treated like this before, and the thought of not being able to retaliate was about to drive her mad.

However, Liu Mingxuan had already spoken, so she couldn’t do anything.

Thus, the Heavenly Sword Sect members scurried into the Heavenly Palace with their tails between their legs.

Lan Xiaoni made her way over and extended a friendly greeting.

“Sect Leader An Lin, friends of the Four Nine Immortal Sect, I am Lan Xiaoni, the leader of the West Sea Alliance.”

“Greetings, great Alliance Leader,” An Lin pretended to not know her as he spoke with a smile.

An embarrassed blush appeared on Lan Xiaoni’s gorgeous features, and she transmitted her voice to him, “Stop, Big Boss An Lin. Just call me by my name…”

“Underling Lan, you were really cool just then!” An Lin transmitted his praise.

“Hehe…” A smile of smugness and pride appeared on her face.

She was quite happy to be able to stand up for her big boss.

“Alliance Leader Lan Xiaoni!”

“Greetings, great Alliance Leader Lan Xiaoni!”

All of the Four Nine Immortal Sect members also chimed in with carefree smiles on their faces.

They had all met Lan Xiaoni once in the Four Nine Immortal Sect, so they knew that she was basically half a member of the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

“There’s no need to be so polite, just refer to me by my name.” A faint smile appeared on Lan Xiaoni’s face. She had instantly transformed from a domineering, majestic queen to a gentle and fragile young woman.

This was who she really was. That domineering facade she had displayed earlier was just a guise for everyone else to see.

Yue Dou and his group stared blankly at the joyous and harmonious interaction taking place before their eyes.

They were even more dumbstruck since they were also in the audience during the Fox Tribe wedding.

“What’s going on? Isn’t Lan Xiaoni supposed to be a sworn enemy of Xiao Chou and Bai Yao? Why are they suddenly so friendly with one another?” Yue Dou was baffled.

Hong Dou looked at An Lin and Lan Xiaoni before his rocky shoulders shuddered. “Could it be…”