I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Among all these students, there were, of course, no lack of impatient people.

They couldn’t take part in the fight, but they could still talk.

“Oi! Come on, buddy, don’t just defend, take initiative and attack!”

“Hit his waist, left… now right!”

“Attack his lower body, I said lower body!”

“Holy sh*t, why are you so dumb…”

The male student who was engaged in the battle: “…”

He had a few dozen coaches trying to instruct him at once, but all of them discovered that he didn’t seem very capable of taking in advice!

Slowly, everyone’s words began to take a more derogatory turn.

“Is there no end to this? Just surrender if you can’t do it!”

“Wasting people’s time is a crime. You are committing a crime against several thousand people at once!”

“Are you a f*cking turtle? Why are you always on the defensive?!”

“Are you learning from God An? Could it be that you’ve decided to become a pair of turtles together?”

An Lin instantly flared up in rage upon hearing this.

“Who the f*ck just said that? Own up now, and I’ll spare your life!”

Xu Xiaolan and the others all burst into laughter.

In the end, the battle concluded when the male student’s vital energy armor was broken through, and the sword of his opponent pierced through his chest.

The sound of thunderous applause immediately reverberated throughout the first level of the Immortal Spirit Tower.

The male student closed his eyes with a blissful expression. He was finally able to achieve his dream of engaging in a battle spectated by thousands before his graduation…

The gate to the second level slowly opened up, and everyone climbed up the steps to gather at the second level.

There were over seven thousand divine-intent opponents waiting for them there.

An Lin managed to insta-kill his opponent this time as well.

The divine-intent warriors this time were a lot stronger than the ones on the first level, and over a thousand students were eliminated.

Thus, they progressed on to the third level, the fourth level, the fifth level…

To seeded contestants like An Lin, these divine-intent warriors could all be insta-killed, so he spent the majority of his time in the tower waiting for everyone else.

An Lin was still able to insta-kill his opponent on the twentieth level.

He looked around to discover that there were still over a thousand battles in progress.

He had spent almost an entire day within the tower up to this point in time.

The thrill of entering the tower had long since deserted everyone as An Lin and the others began to gamble together…

An Lin spread out a pile of numbered cards, with the numbers of ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, all the way up to a hundred for ten cards in total.

“I put my money on this trial ending in thirty minutes!” Xuanyuan Cheng pulled out a vital stone from his storage ring before placing it on the card numbered thirty.

“Hehe…” A disdainful smile appeared on Liu Qianhuan’s face as she sneered, “Look at all these retards. You think they can finish all their battles in thirty minutes? I put my money on over a hundred minutes!”

“Then… I also put my money on over a hundred minutes.”

Su Qianyun fell into deep thought for several seconds before following in Liu Qianhuan’s example as she placed a vital stone on the card numbered a hundred. The probability of winning after betting on over a hundred minutes was quite high, but the pay rate was also quite low as a result.

Xu Xiaolan paused for a moment before placing a vital stone on the card numbered fifty. “I’ll go with fifty; no one has bet on it yet…”

Tang Ximen scratched his head. “I’ll go for sixty!”

Lu Zhan took a deep breath. “I’ll put my money on seventy!”

An Lin placed a vital stone on the card numbered a hundred. “I’ll go with over a hundred minutes as well.”

“Time starts now!”

Thirty minutes later, Xuanyuan Cheng looked around with an indignant expression at the few dozen people still engaged in battle. “Why do you all insist on disappointing me? Don’t you know money is hard to come by? That’s ten thousand spirit stones down the drain…”

Fifty minutes later, Xu Xiaolan pouted her pretty lips as she turned to An Lin with a pitiable expression.

An Lin met her gaze with a warm smile. “Don’t worry, Xiaolan, I’ve got enough money for you to lose a few thousand times!”

A wide smile appeared on Xu Xiaolan’s face. “I like the sound of that. I’ll look for you when I don’t have enough money!”

“You can come to look for me even if you have enough money!” An Lin replied.

Liu Qianhuan’s face darkened. “We’re gambling here, can you guys stop abusing single people?”

“Yeah, f*ck him up! That’s right, just like that!” Tang Ximen suddenly began to roar with excitement.

Everyone turned their eyes on the battlefield to find that the final battle had just concluded.

An Lin looked at the time to discover that fifty-nine minutes had passed. It was clear that Tang Ximen had won after betting on sixty minutes.

“Hahahaha… I’ll be taking my prize then.” Tang Ximen giggled like a fully-grown infant as he pocketed all the vital stones before him.

His guesses had been extremely accurate, and he had already won a couple of times, which was why he was very happy.

Of course, there was another reason for his joy as well; he could finally beat these supremely talented freaks in a contest with his own power, even if it was just gambling…

But this was an indication of ability too! Whoever begged to differ would be met by his staunch resistance!

It had to be said, An Lin’s gambling ring had become one of the main attractions within the Immortal Spirit Tower.

Many students emulated what they were doing as some gambled on time while others gambled on individual win-loss results. At any rate, there were all types of bets being made; they were simply bored out of their minds…

Cultivate, you say? Cultivate my a*s! All their cultivation bases had already been restricted to one percent of their original cultivation bases!

An Lin and the others all heaved forlorn sighs as Tang Ximen won again. They then continued on to the next level.

At this point, the total number of students had been reduced to about one thousand people.

These were the best cultivators The United University of Cultivation had to offer. Even the weakest among them was at Ninth Stage Dao Body.

On the twenty-first level.

Boom!

A fearsome aura converged in the air before splitting up into around a thousand powerful divine-intent warriors.

Each and every one of them had their own domains; some had domains of freezing ice, others had domains of scorching flames, and so on…

An Lin was a little surprised to see this. “It looks like all our opponents this time are Half-Step Soul Formation Stage divine-intent warriors.”

Xuanyuan Cheng nodded. “Many of the students will be able to observe many things in advance just by battling these divine-intent warriors. This is a great initiative from the school.”

A man with a domain of gale-force winds swept toward An Lin as they spoke.

An Lin raised his palm and insta-killed him with a single slap again…

“Of course, we’re not really getting much out of this.” Xuanyuan Cheng heaved a forlorn sigh before using his finger as a sword and slicing his opponent in half.

Thus, everyone began to gamble again…

This time, Big Brother Cheng’s faith in the students paid off as he finally won for once.

All the battles concluded at around the thirty-minute mark.

There was no way around it. All the divine-intent warriors were at the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage, so the battles were extremely intense. Even if some students did want to stall, the energy within their body simply wasn’t going to last!

Big Brother Cheng was extremely happy, as if his faith had finally paid dividends.

This time, the number of students was sharply reduced to over six hundred…

Between levels twenty and thirty, all their divine-intent opponents were at the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage.

Upon reaching the thirty-first level, the number of students had been reduced to two hundred.

The divine-intent warriors on the thirty-first level were all Soul Formation Initial Stage.

An Lin insta-killed his opponent to end his battle once again…

On the forty-sixth level, all the divine-intent warriors were at the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage.

An Lin needed two slaps this time to end the battle…

The divine-intent warriors on the sixty-first level were all at the Soul Formation Final Stage.

It took An Lin three whole slaps this time before he finally finished off his opponent.

At the seventieth level, which was where Senior Student Tang had fallen last time, An Lin finally encountered a bit of a challenge…