I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin felt like he had hit the nail on the head. This Dark Poison Lord was simply too weak! So weak that he died before An Lin’s blood even had a chance to purify him.

Was there really such a large disparity between normal Return to Void Initial Stage cultivators and cultivators at the pinnacle of the Return to Void Initial Stage?

An Lin stroked his chin in deep thought. Merlin and Cassidy were both at the pinnacle of the Return to Void Initial Stage when they first consumed his holy blood. They were definitely more powerful than the Dark Poison Lord back then, but not that much more powerful…

He suddenly thought of another possibility as his heart skipped a beat. “Could it be… that I’m too powerful?”

Da Bai was startled by An Lin’s monologue, and he rolled his eyes. “That’s right, Big Brother An is so powerful! Don’t say it yourself next time though. It completely ruins the effect, woof!”

An Lin’s lips twitched as he looked down at his own body. “My body of the War God was only at an embryonic stage back then, so Little Mai and the others were able to absorb my blood. But now, my body of the War God has reached initial success stage, so the power imbued within my blood is even more powerful, to the extent that even Return to Void Stage mighty figures were unable to handle it…”

He felt like this was the most likely explanation. After all, the changes within his body would inevitably trigger a change within his blood.

However, he felt like he had to find a few more Blood Tribe mighty figures to test out his theory!

An Lin collected the Dark Poison Lord’s storage ring and destroyed the blood pool within the Thousand Sword City before leaping on his brick to direct the students to their next target city.

Atop a heavenly palace in the central region of the Dark Marshlands, Laden was quietly cultivating.

The failure to receive the approval of the Blood Patriarch to become the next holy disciple was quite a heavy blow to him.

However, his dao heart was extremely resolute, and he channeled his grief and indignation into a new motivation and went into seclusion. He would strive to take that final step in order to break through to Dao Integration Stage within a thousand years!

Crack…

Right at this moment, a badge within the palace suddenly cracked open.

Laden’s eyes flashed open as shock and rage appeared on his face. “The Dark Poison Lord died? And he died in the Dark Poison Realm near the Kingdom of the Nine States? Was it one of the four great sects or the Heavenly Court that did this?”

The Dark Poison Lord was one of Laden’s trusty lieutenants, and he could not just sit by idly upon learning of his death.

The Dark Poison Lord was a Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure with an extremely powerful life force. Even if he was no match for his opponent, he should have been able to flee the battle with no problems.

To be able to kill him on the Dark Marshlands, his opponent had to have consisted of an extremely formidable force with either many Return to Void Stage mighty figures within their ranks, or a Return to Void Final Stage super mighty figure!

Hence, it was most likely the case that the Heavenly Court or the four great sects were responsible for this.

“Dark Poison Lord, I’ll definitely avenge you!” Laden narrowed his eyes with a thunderous expression.

He was already in a bad mood, and it looked like he would have to drink the blood of some powerful beings to soothe his own rage…

Above a certain city, dark clouds surged overhead while bolts of lightning fell like a torrential storm onto the ground below.

The entire heaven and earth was transformed into an infernal pit of lightning as tens of thousands of Blood Tribe cultivators were slaughtered without leaving even a single survivor.

Above the clouds, a black dragon over ten thousand feet in length with a full body of scales glinting with a metallic hue descended upon the world, as if he were a divine dragon delivering divine punishment over the entire city.

He yawned with a bored expression. “This is already the third city, and there’s not even a single person worth fighting.”

“Why are they all so slow? I can understand the others lagging behind, but Master is so powerful, so how could it take so long for him to conquer the second city?”

There were five teams and thirteen cities.

Xiao Ze had already destroyed the third city, but he still couldn’t see any of the other teams, so it was clear that they hadn’t even conquered the second city.

Did they encounter some unforeseen trouble?

Xiao Ze faltered for a moment before shaking his head. “That’s impossible; my voice transmission talisman hasn’t been contacted by anyone. They must be slowing down to give the students a bit more experience.”

As a Return to Void Stage mighty figure, he could teleport using spatial manipulation to provide assistance at a moment’s notice. Even if the students encountered an enemy Return to Void Stage mighty figure, he could get there instantly to save them.

“I should wait for them for a bit…” Xiao Ze transformed into a delicate young boy before sitting down in mid-air to meditate.

A short while later, he saw An Lin flying toward him atop his brick.

“Huh? Little Xiao, you’ve already cleared out this place?” An Lin asked with an amazed expression.

“Master!” Xiao Ze made his way over to An Lin with a broad grin and said, “Not just this city, I’ve cleared out the next two cities as well.”

An Lin nodded with elation before replying in a nonchalant tone, “Good work. I was delayed a little bit because I had to slay a Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure.”

“Haha, there’s no need to explain to me, Master, I understand.” Xiao Ze nodded with an even more nonchalant expression.

An Lin’s face convulsed slightly. Why wasn’t his disciple shocked?

Why did it look like he thought this was normal?

How was he supposed to flex like this?!

As Xiao Ze’s master, An Lin was still a little insecure, so he wanted to use his feats in the battle to prove himself so that his disciple could worship him and take pride in having such a powerful master.

But it looked like these feats were completely unable to elicit a response of shock from his disciple!

Soon after that, Xu Xiaolan also arrived. She had unleashed a cloud-and-mist spell technique to carry a bunch of students behind her, and there was an excited expression on her face. It was clear to see that she had just experienced an extremely thrilling battle.

“Xiaolan, I just killed a Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure in a one-on-one battle!” An Lin announced with glowing eyes.

Xu Xiaolan’s eyes scanned over An Lin’s body as she asked in a sweet-sounding voice, “Did you get hurt anywhere?”

“No, no, it was just a paltry Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure, they’re nothing to me!” An Lin puffed out his chest with a triumphant expression. The wound that he had previously sliced into his own body had completely healed through the use of his Evergreen Technique.

“Oh…” Xu Xiaolan nodded upon hearing this before sorting through the storage rings of the enemies she had defeated earlier.

An Lin: “…”

Xu Xiaolan turned and seemed to notice An Lin’s expression, which was practically screaming “praise me”, and a slight smile appeared on her face as she said, “You’re so awesome, An Lin! You can even defeat Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figures now!”

An Lin: “… You’re far too kind. It was a piece of cake; not even worth mentioning, to be honest…”

For some reason, he derived no joy from being praised by Xiaolan…

He soon came to a sudden realization with regard to why that was the case; it was because there was no shock on Xu Xiaolan’s face!

Soon, the team led by Sword Immortal Ling Xiao and Xiao Chou also arrived, all of whom were in high spirits as well. There were a few wounded students and no casualties. This was already an ideal result.

Not long after that, the team led by Su Qianyun and Xuanyuan Cheng also arrived.

An Lin’s eyes widened when he saw their team, and he couldn’t help but draw a sharp intake of breath!