I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

“You’ll care for me…?”

An Mingchuan shuddered and he looked at An Lin dazedly.

However, he quickly regained his senses.

Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’ve already told you, dad doesn’t need you to earn money by singing. You should go and complete university first.”

“That’s not what I meant. I don’t plan on making money by singing either,” An Lin said firmly.

“What I meant was, I’m already rich now, I can care for you.”

Saying this, An Lin fished out a bank card from his pocket. “There’s around three hundred and fifty million yuan in here. Use it however you want, we’re not short on cash!”

An Mingchuan became dazed once again.

He stared at the card and after a long time, finally spoke hesitantly. “Little Lin, now’s not the time to kid around…”

An Lin shook his head seriously. “I’m not kidding around. Dad, if you really don’t believe me, then we can go and check the balance on an ATM right now.”

An Mingchuan stared at An Lin. From An Lin’s expression, An Mingchuan could tell that he wasn’t lying to him.

After a moment, An Mingchuan said solemnly, “Little Lin, tell me the truth. Where did you get this money from?

“Did you win the lottery, or did you win it through godly gambling skills?”

An Lin felt his chest get stuffy. “We’ll still be on good terms if you don’t mention gambling…”

An Mingchuan smiled awkwardly. However, he truly couldn’t understand how An Lin could make more than three hundred million in under a year.

Even if he could make money by singing, didn’t An Lin just debut? How could he make so much money?

An Lin knew that An Mingchuan was puzzled, so he said honestly, “Dad, to tell you the truth, I’m a cultivator now! As for these worldly possessions, I can have however much I want!”

Hearing this, An Mingchuan blinked his eyes. “Can you say that again?”

“I said… I’m cultivating now,” An Lin repeated.

“You know, like those immortals in the dramas?” An Lin repeated.

“Oh, I get it!” An Mingchuan exclaimed in realization. “Are you saying that you’re an actor now? And your role is to act as an immortal who cultivates?”

An Lin: “…”

He knew that if he didn’t show off a move or two, his dad wouldn’t believe him.

“Dad, watch me!”

Hearing this, An Mingchuan looked toward An Lin.

An Lin made a hand seal. Suddenly, as if they had been tugged on by something, the noodles in the bowl started jiggling about.

Immediately afterward, as if they had a life of their own, the noodles jumped up and flew into his mouth.

Noodles and soup flowed into his mouth continuously. All he needed to do was sit there and chew…

An Mingchuan was stunned. His mouth hung wide open and it was as if he had seen a ghost.

He never would’ve expected that noodles could be eaten in such a way!

After enjoying a few mouthfuls of noodles, An Lin chuckled, “How’s that?”

“Darn impressive! What kind of magic trick was that?”

An Mingchuan was full of praise. He had never seen such an amazing close-up magic trick before.

An Lin winced. Lightning suddenly sparked in his hands, and an arc of electricity snaked out.

Seeing the arc of electricity snake about An Lin’s fingertips, An Mingchuan was once again stunned.

Immediately afterward, the arc of electricity jumped toward the table.

Boom!

The table was charred black by this bolt of electricity.

An Mingchuan touched the dining table and like a pile of black sand, it crumbled onto the floor.

The two bowls of noodles also fell toward the floor. However, they didn’t shatter as expected, rather, they were mysteriously suspended in mid-air.

An Lin flicked his hands and the two bowls of noodles flew onto the kitchen bench.

Then, An Lin snapped his fingers.

A ball of flames appeared and burnt the design diagrams on An Mingchuan’s desk to ashes.

An Lin made a slicing motion with his hand.

A wind blade flew out from his hand and slashed the television into two.

…

One after another, An Lin cast an overwhelming amount of immortal spells.

An Mingchuan’s outlook on the world was severely challenged. Finally, his deep-rooted beliefs started to crumble.

He believed it… he finally believed that his son was an immortal!

An Lin had almost destroyed this entire room using his immortal spells, how could he not believe it?!

Seeing that his dad finally believed him, An Lin also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, he seriously did consider destroying this makeshift house using his Mountain Quaking Fist.

Afterward, An Lin started to talk tirelessly about his experiences.

He told his father everything—how he met the immortal, his life at The United University of Cultivation, as well as the reason for him descending into the mortal world.

An Mingchuan exclaimed in marvel. He never imagined that his son would experience so many things in just one year.

Seeing that the time was ripe, An Lin said, “Dad, let’s cultivate together! I’ll let you flex with me, I’ll fly you along!”

Cultivate?

If An Mingchuan heard this before, he would definitely deem it as fantastical and regard the person saying it as unreasonable.

Now, however, everything was turned on its head.

Immortals really did exist and he had a chance of becoming one himself. How could he give up such an opportunity?!

“But, isn’t my age already unsuited for cultivating?” An Mingchuan asked hesitantly.

“It’s true that you’re unsuited because of your age. Your cultivation speed will be much slower…”

There was a look of determination on An Lin’s face and he continued, “However, I’ve already said this. I’ll care for you in the future.

“So what if you’re old? Elixirs, spirit stones, and cultivation methods can all remedy this drawback.

“Trust me, dad. One day, I’ll definitely take you with me and soar above the highest heavens!”

Looking at the face which was no longer soft and immature, An Mingchuan was especially touched.

Finally, he loosened up and chuckled, “Little Lin, dad believes you!”

…

After An Lin’s dad agreed to cultivate, they started to repay the money which they had borrowed.

In addition, they gave quite a bit of interest to the lenders.

After all, friends who were willing to help them through such dire times were deserving of this reward.

…

The next day, An Lin rang up Huang Shanshan.

Between the mortal world cultivation sects and the National Cultivation Department, he ended up choosing the National Cultivation Department.

This was as the cultivation sects of the mortal world were basically independent of the Heavenly Court, with barely any communication between them. On the other hand, the National Cultivation Department had direct relations with the Heavenly Court.

An Lin was a member of the Heavenly Court, so leaving his dad with the National Cultivation Department could better ensure his safety.

“Oi, An Lin, have you found your dad yet?” Huang Shanshan’s exhausted voice sounded from the phone.

“M-hm, thanks, I’ve found him now. It’s like this, I want to have my dad cultivate over at your National Cultivation Department. Is that alright?” An Lin asked anxiously.

Normally, cultivation departments all had specialized teachers. However, there would definitely be a lot of hindrances when trying to teach someone as old as his dad. Perhaps they still needed to ask for the teachers’ opinions first.

To his surprise, Huang Shanshan agreed readily. “No worries. When do you plan on coming? I’ll send someone to meet your father.”

Hearing this, An Lin was overjoyed. “How about tomorrow then. My dad and I will wait for you guys at Chongqing tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’ll get in touch with you then.” Huang Shanshan’s reply was frank as always.

Just as An Lin was about to hang up, her voice suddenly sounded again. “Wait!”

“Huh, what’s the matter?” An Lin questioned.

“I suddenly remembered something. If your dad cultivates here, ordinary classes are provided for free. However, apart from this, there are still other levels of guidance,” Huang Shanshan explained.

“There’s still such a thing? Tell me about it.” An Lin didn’t expect for there to be different levels of guidance over at where she cultivated.

“The first type of cultivation guidance is standard-level guidance. This is provided by our department’s elite teachers. In addition, various elixirs and high-level cultivation methods are provided. Members from our special operations department receive this type of guidance. As a lot of resources are needed, this guidance costs an extra one hundred spirit stones per year.

“The second type of cultivation guidance is high-level guidance. This is provided by the best teacher in our department. By the way, he’s also my teacher. During cultivation, the department will provide the best elixirs as well as the best cultivation methods. As a result, a huge amount of resources are needed. This guidance costs an extra one thousand spirit stones per year.”

“…”

There was a moment of silence.

“That’s all?”

Huang Shanshan was a bit taken aback. “Yeah, that’s all. What else do you want?”

“Isn’t there the kind where you have to pay ten thousand spirit stones per year? You know, gold-class super VIP guidance?”

Huang Shanshan: “…

“No! Get lost!”

“Oh… Then I’ll just go with the high-level guidance,” An Lin replied.

Huang Shanshan’s exasperated murmur could be heard on the other end.

“Sigh… It’s only one thousand spirit stones a year. Can my dad really be taught properly?”

Hearing this, Huang Shanshan almost burst into tears.

What the f*ck?! Is one thousand spirit stones very cheap?!

Can’t you think before you speak? This is extremely vexing!

Say, how much money does An Lin actually have? Is he a tycoon of the cultivation world?

An Lin doesn’t look upon me like he would look upon a beggar, right?!

Huang Shanshan felt all the more like a poor ass. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. She didn’t even feel like cussing anymore.

“If you’ve got nothing else to add, I’m going to hang up.” Huang Shanshan felt that if she kept speaking to An Lin, her dao heart ¹ would be affected.

“Mmm, okay. I’ll pay you one thousand two hundred spirit stones a year.”

“The extra two hundred is just a small gratuity for you. I hope you can help my dad out a bit more.”

…

After she hung up, Huang Shanshan looked toward the sky and sniffed.

What was with this happy yet grievous feeling?