I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Dad, I brought a lot of good stuff from the Heavenly Court with me today.”

An Lin came to a small pavilion with An Mingchuan and rummaged through his storage ring excitedly.

“You didn’t need to, I don’t really lack anything here!” An Mingchuan spoke with a nonchalant expression.

“Oh really? So you don’t even want a spirit tool?” An Lin chuckled.

Everyone fell completely silent at his words.

Tian Lingling, Cui Zhe, and An Mingchuan all gasped as their eyes widened with shock.

What did a spirit tool mean to a cultivator on Earth? It was the essential treasure of a large sect!

There are less than ten spirit tools in the whole of the Hua Nation.

“No, that’s far too valuable! Keep it for yourself, I don’t want it!” An Mingchuan immediately refused.

An Lin knew exactly what his father was concerned about. “Don’t worry, I have a lot of spirit tools here for you to choose from.”

Soon, his storage ring flashed and six spirit tools appeared on the table.

Three elementary rank spirit tools and three intermediate rank spirit tools. These were spirit tools he had obtained after looting the group of bandits outside the Winter Dragon Tomb, and he had never been able to successfully sell them off.

“F*ck!”

Tian Lingling couldn’t help but swear out loud at the sight of the six spirit tools.

Cui Zhe gulped audibly in shock.

“You… How do you have so many…” An Mingchuan’s eyes widened in shock.

Just the spirit tools from An Lin’s storage ring comprised more than half of all the spirit tools in the whole country.

An Lin was not surprised at their vehement response. Spirit tools were considered to be extremely valuable in the Kingdom of the Nine States, so it was no surprise that everyone would be so shocked.

“Just pick one, Dad. These spirit tools are growing mold in my storage ring!” An Lin waved his hand in a grand gesture.

Da Bai pursed his lips in scorn. He knew Big Brother An had begun flexing.

Tian Lingling had initially planned to bring An Lin down a notch with some scornful words, but she had completely forgotten how to speak. She stared blankly at the spirit tools on the table with drool dripping out the corner of her lips.

An Mingchuan didn’t argue any further. He enjoyed using swords, so he picked out the intermediate rank spirit tool, Blue Frost Sword.

An Lin raised his thumb in approval. “As expected of my father, we’re destined to be a family of Sword Immortals!”

Tian Lingling: “… Now you’re indirectly praising yourself as a Sword Immortal?”

Da Bai: “This is what Big Brother An is always like.”

After his father had chosen a spirit tool, An Lin looked toward Tian Lingling and pointed to the remaining spirit tools on the table. “You pick one as well.”

Tian Lingling was caught in a daze as she stared at An Lin with big watery eyes. “Fake Daoist Priest… Are you saying you’re going to give me a spirit tool?”

An Lin nodded. She was one of his good friends from the mortal world, and he was always very generous toward his friends.

“Wah! Sword Immortal An Lin, I love you!” Tian Lingling pounced on An Lin excitedly and planted a kiss on his cheek with her petite lips.

An Lin was very happy to hear the title of Sword Immortal An Lin and smiled triumphantly.

He then pointed to the spirit tools on the table and prompted again. “Go on and pick one.”

Tian Lingling nodded and picked out a pair of white darts from the five remaining spirit tools. They were a pair of elementary rank spirit tools, Flying Lightning Darts.

After that, An Lin turned to Cui Zhe. “Uncle Cui, you pick one as well.”

Cui Zhe was immediately rooted to the spot.

He was gifting him a spirit tool?

Are you kidding me! These are all priceless spirit tools!

He had thought that An Lin would give him some good stuff such as a valuable magic tool or a precious spirit pill, but never would he have thought that An Lin would give him a spirit tool!

“Uncle Cui, you are my father’s mentor, I hope you can accept my gift as a show of my gratitude.”

An Lin prompted once again as Cui Zhe continued to stand rooted to the spot.

An Mingchuan laughed heartily. “Go pick one, Master. This is Little Lin’s gift to you.”

“But…” Cui Zhe stared at An Lin and An Mingchuan before heaving a deep sigh. “Alright then, I’ll accept this precious gift.”

He picked out an elementary rank spirit tool, Silver Blood Spear.

He held the spear in his hand and experienced the intense energy fluctuations from the spear as his hands trembled uncontrollably.

So this was a spirit tool?

And this was what he meant by spreading the love?

Cui Zhe was a little dazed. There was too much love; he felt an intense sense of ardor and zeal coursing through his blood.

An Mingchuan really was his great opportunity!

The wisest thing he had ever done in his life was to teach An Mingchuan everything he knew.

An Lin stowed the remaining three spirit tools into his storage ring, then gave his father about a dozen different spirit pills as well as two hundred thousand spirit stones. These should last until after his father broke through to Spirit Nurturing Stage.

Tian Lingling and Cui Zhe had long since gone numb.

This was like a normal person watching a super tycoon bringing out billions of dollars at once. Although this was a gargantuan sum, in the end, they all became numb and it was all just a string of numbers.

An Mingchuan was the person that was most shocked of all!

It was exactly because he had entered the cultivating world and knew just how valuable these things were that he was shocked beyond belief.

Setting aside the spirit pills and spirit tools, he had never seen so many spirit stones even in the National Cultivation Department!

“Alright, that’s all the love I have to distribute!” An Lin clapped his hands with a joyful smile. Why did he cultivate? Why did he try so hard? He had no answer to those questions.

But his current state of mind was quite simple. He felt like a man who had worked his ass off after leaving home and had just received his paycheck, after which he immediately sent money home to his parents. This was his way of showing his dad that he had become independent, that his dad could count on and rely on him!

That was basically the mindset. It was a very good feeling and An Lin thoroughly enjoyed it.

After distributing all the presents, An Lin brought out some tea from the Kingdom of the Nine States, and everyone sat around the table to drink tea.

The four of them sat around the stone table and talked about their experiences in the past two years.

“So you’re tenth stage Dao Body already? Not bad, not bad at all!” An Lin looked at Tian Lingling with a surprised expression.

Tian Lingling humphed lightly and did not reply.

Her rate of progression was quite fast even compared to students in The United University of Cultivation, but she had absolutely no reason to celebrate in front of An Lin.

She had initially planned to brag to An Lin about her progression after he came back to Earth.

Who knew that after two years, she had just managed to reach the doorstep to Spirit Nurturing Stage, but An Lin was already almost Soul Formation Stage! This huge disparity almost made her black out from rage.

“Tian Lingling truly is the most talented cultivator among the rising stars in the Hua Nation,” Cui Zhe chimed in.

“I think that title goes to Uncle An.” Tian Lingling grinned.

“Hahaha, I forgot about An Mingchuan.” Cui Zhe laughed in response. “He started late, but he has built up a very strong momentum. Be on your guard, otherwise, you’ll get overtaken.”

An Mingchuan was not really concerned about cultivation at the moment. After learning that An Lin had descended into the mortal world with a mission, he immediately asked the question that he was most concerned about. “Little Lin, why didn’t Xu Xiaolan come with you?”

An Lin was slightly taken aback before responding. “Uh, she did descend into the mortal world with me, but why do you ask?”

“Why haven’t you brought her here to meet me?” An Mingchuan glowered and slapped his own leg.

An Lin was a little perplexed. “She still has her own things that she needs to do.”

“What things?”

“Uh, shopping.”

“…”

An Mingchuan sighed and shook his head.

How did his son get his last girlfriend with his pitiful EQ? Through a girlfriend lottery?

Just as An Mingchuan was sighing in resignation, An Lin’s phone suddenly began ringing.

An Lin pulled out his phone to find the caller was none other than Xu Xiaolan.

Speak of the devil.

He answered his phone. “Hey, how’s it going on your end?”

Xu Xiaolan’s anxious voice sounded from the other side. “An Lin, we’ve got trouble!”