I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

An Lin merely took Wei Ji for a brief tour of the Heavenly Court, but this experience was a massive blow to Wei Ji.

Prior to Wei Ji’s return to the Divine Mirror World, An Lin gave him some Kingdom of the Nine States magazines and some Tai Chu Continent magazines.

“Do what is required of you and wait for the next invitation from God,” An Lin said in a slow voice.

Wei Ji nodded with conviction. “Goddess Tina, Spokesperson An Lin, I won’t disappoint you!”

A white light flashed before Wei Ji and Tina disappeared on the spot.

In the air above the white sacrificial altar within the central city of the True Demon Tribe, a figure slowly began to descend.

At this moment, the True Demon Tribe was hosting a massive feast during which everyone was drinking to their hearts’ content to celebrate the burning… Ptui! To celebrate the miracle that they had just witnessed.

However, countless eyes turned toward the figure descending from the sky. All of them were dumbstruck again when they saw who it was that was descending upon them.

Their expressions congealed on their faces as they internally roared with rage.

Didn’t your ass just get taken away by God to the new world?

What the f*ck was he doing back so soon? Was this a day trip to the new world?!

They had finally alleviated the awkward atmosphere through the festivities, only to have the true demon of their nightmares appearing before them again!

The lively atmosphere earlier was replaced with a deathly silent, and over a hundred thousand powerful beings turned their eyes on Wei Ji as awkwardness began to spread through the air…

After all, they had just been calling for the death of this true demon a short while ago. Yet, this true demon suddenly received a blessing from God before being taken to another world. This was a blatant slap to the face, and they felt extremely awkward as a result.

Wei Ji stood at the center of the sacrificial altar as the moonlight shone down upon his body, giving him a sense of holiness.

There was no hint of complacency or triumph on his face.

He was still a devout follower of his faith, and his heart remained as scorching and true as ever.

A white jade pendant hung from his body, shining with a faint glow. This was a jade pendant that had been bestowed upon him by Goddess Tina, which could guarantee his survival in the Divine Mirror World.

In other words, he was unkillable as long as he wore this jade pendant on his body.

God prohibited his death, so he was never going to die!

Wei Ji turned to look at everyone around him with an indifferent expression, but a scorching light emanated from his eyes.

He raised his head before announcing in a clear voice, “Now then, let me tell you all about the new world!”

…

Within his dorm room, An Lin yawned before sitting down to meditate.

There were no more missions, and all the students were gradually leaving the school, some to return to their respective sects, some to go into seclusion, and some to embark on self-inflicted trials.

In order to observe the power of the Holy Vermilion Flame, Xu Xiaolan had to go back to her sect too. After all, after obtaining the vermilion bird bloodline, her affinity toward the power of the Holy Vermilion Flame had grown deeper. Therefore, she had to take the yearly opportunity to receive the blessing of the Holy Vermilion Flame.

An Lin had decided to search for a location for the Four Nine Immortal Sect with Liu Qianhuan. This was a monumental event in which Xu Xiaolan, Xuanyuan Cheng, and the others would also participate in upon their return.

For now, he had to take the time to rest and ensure that he would be in peak condition soon. After all, he was the sect leader, so he couldn’t afford to look tired!

A smile appeared on An Lin’s face as he thought about these future plans, putting him in a very good mood.

The moon descended slowly and was replaced by the sun, signifying the beginning of a new day.

A rhythmical knocking sounded on An Lin’s door in the morning.

Knock knock knock…

Da Bai opened the door excitedly and was greeted by the sight of an exquisitely beautiful woman.

The woman wore a simple set of daoist robes with a pink sash around her waist, capturing the contours of her slim waist. Her features exuded a gentle sense of beauty, and below a pair of graceful brows, her eyes rippled like water, giving onlookers a sense of entrancement.

“It’s the human piggy bank, woof! Are you looking for Big Brother An?”

The words slipped out from Da Bai’s mouth as soon as he saw the woman standing before him.

The warm smile on the woman’s face instantly congealed upon hearing Da Bai’s words.

This really was a case of like owner, like beast pet! She had only just arrived, and she had already received a blow to the heart!

“I’m not a human piggy bank! I have a name!” Lin Junjun spoke with a solemn expression.

Da Bai’s expression faltered slightly before realizing the mistake that he had made. It was all An Lin’s fault for referring to her as the human piggy bank all the time. Da Bai had begun to adopt his mannerisms.

This was the Celestial Thearch’s daughter! His nickname for her was clearly inappropriate!

“My sincerest apologies, Celestial Maiden Tian Yu, please forgive me, woof!” An adorably apologetic expression appeared on Da Bai’s face as he wagged his tongue.

Lin Junjun couldn’t be bothered dealing with a dog, and she waved a hand in response to Da Bai’s apology. “Is An Lin home? I have some business with him.”

“He’s home! Even if he wasn’t, he would come back at a moment’s notice for you!”

Da Bai invited Lin Junjun into the room before running into An Lin’s room and slapping him awake with his front paws.

Slap slap slap!

Slap slap slap!

“Da Bai, I was going to sleep for two days with my Evergreen Technique. If you don’t provide a reasonable explanation for slapping me, don’t blame me for welcoming you with my Mountain Quaking Fist!” An Lin sat up with a pair of red cheeks before threatening in a cold voice.

“Celestial Maiden Tian Yu is here in the lobby, and she’s looking for you, woof!” Da Bai replied.

“Tian Yu? Oh… it’s the human piggy bank!” An Lin came to a sudden realization. Even though he didn’t really want to, he still struggled out of his bed.

Lin Junjun was sitting in the lobby, which was was not far away at all, so she was able to clearly hear An Lin’s nickname for her, and her chest constricted as a result.

Her hands balled up into fists, but she didn’t know what to say as she was indeed here to be An Lin’s human piggy bank…

An Lin stepped out from his bedroom with a warm smile. “Haha, what an honor it is for Celestial Maiden Tian Yu to personally visit me. Is there something I can do for you today?”

Lin Junjun’s lips twitched imperceptibly at the sight of An Lin’s warm smile as she renounced him in her heart. Pretentious!

“Hmm… I’m here to see the Small War God of the Heavenly Court,” Lin Junjun replied in a particularly soft and gentle voice. She supported her chin in her hands as her beautiful eyes rippled.

“Heh, if you really have the heart to come and visit me, your time would be better spent urging Emperor Ziwei to hurry up and give me my inheritance!” An Lin’s face immediately fell at the mention of the Small War God.

His homeroom teacher had promised him that he would sacrifice himself and asked Emperor Ziwei about the inheritance in An Lin’s stead if there was no news within a week.

But he clearly hadn’t lived up to that promise!

Upon seeing An Lin’s expression darkened at the mention of the Small War God, Lin Junjun immediately knew that she had managed to find a topic that stung him!

For some reason, Lin Junjun was quite happy to discover this, and the smile on her face became even more vibrant.

“Emperor Ziwei is such a busy man, and I’m just a weak maiden. What right have I to press him for an inheritance?” Lin Junjun’s clear eyes settled on An Lin’s face. “Aren’t you the Small War God of the Heavenly Court? How can you rely on others to ask for your inheritance in your stead?”

An Lin’s expression darkened even further. He was afraid of being bashed by Emperor Ziwei if he visited him in person. What was he going to do if Emperor Ziwei’s wrath had not abated? Just the thought of being abused by a True God sent shivers running down his spine!

Lin Junjun became even more excited upon seeing An Lin’s disgruntled expression, and she was radiant with delight.

She was right to have come here after all! And now, she was going to continue to press home her advantage!