I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin had successfully created an immortal spell! He named this spell Nuclear Lightning Fist!

The power of this immortal spell was devastating. However, its shortcomings were also especially glaring.

One slip up, and he would end up killing himself.

Would you look… Thanks to the Nuclear Lightning Fist, he had been bedridden for a good half month. Uh-huh… If it wasn’t for his Evergreen Technique, perhaps he would be lying on a flower-filled ‘bed’ now.

At that time, the power and havoc unleashed by the mushroom cloud were humongous, and it left a very deep impression on his classmates. They all paid their utmost respects to An Lin, who had risked his life to create an immortal spell.

An Lin’s deed also successfully made it into Earth Immortal Cang Qing’s lessons, becoming a classic example of what not to do. It was also widely circulated around the Heavenly Court.

It was from Xu Xiaolan that An Lin learned of these glorious achievements.

Because she was standing nearby at the time, Xu Xiaolan also received minor injuries from the Nuclear Lightning Fist.

Afterward, she had bitterly snapped a picture of the charred-black An Lin. She even specially printed the picture out and placed it on An Lin’s bedside for him to gaze upon. It was glaringly obvious what she wanted to convey.

Every time An Lin woke up and saw that unrecognizable lump of black, he would fall deep into thought.

He had a nagging feeling that as long as he launched the fist earlier, he probably wouldn’t have been caught up in the explosion. When he saw the picture, however, he would lose the courage to try it again…

During his fortnight of recuperation, apart from some friends coming over to visit, Yao Mingxi and Yao Xiu also came to sing and dance in his ward. Finally, on one bright and sunny afternoon, he walked out of the medical center with tears brimming in his eyes.

“Phew… I’m alive again!” An Lin stretched his arms out and reached toward the sun.

“Congratulations, Master! You can continue to seek death now!” A sweet voice came from his pocket.

Hearing this, An Lin winced and lowered his head in embarrassment.

After performing photosynthesis for a period of time, Xiao Hong had already awakened.

When he cast the Nuclear Lightning Fist, however, he forgot to put her aside. Thus, she also suffered along with her master and was blasted by the shockwaves of his immortal spell.

The resentment Xiao Hong held towards her master wasn’t something that could be explained in a few words. Faced with her ridicule, An Lin didn’t dare say anything. He was fearful that she would suddenly erupt in rage and vanquish him in the name of the sun.

At the same time, at some meeting at the university.

Vice-Principal Yu Hua sat before a round table. In the meeting with him were six other high-level officials of the university.

“What do you all think about the student voting results regarding the Heavenly Court’s student representatives for the Dao Exchange Conference of the Four Powers?” Yu Hua asked.

“Humph! It’s a complete joke! An Lin received the most votes even though he’s merely a cultivator of the Spirit Nurturing Initial Stage. Did they vote him to be a representative so that he could bring shame upon the Heavenly Court?!” Zhu Zhengzhi—a member of the Immortal Spell Department—humphed coldly and spoke in dissatisfaction.

“I feel that Student An Lin is fully deserving of this spot. Have you forgotten what he has achieved this past year? Is there any student in the Heavenly Court more outstanding than him?” The Spell Formation Research Department’s Lu Yang was very bullish about An Lin, and he grinned as he spoke.

“But we all know that he can’t wield that power as he pleases. Strictly speaking, he’s still only a cultivator of the Spirit Nurturing Initial Stage. I’m afraid that having him act as the head representative is a bit inappropriate…” The Magic Treasure Department’s Nan Gongqi furrowed his brows and continued, “The Heavenly Court has three student representatives. We can have Wang Xuanzhan act as the head representative, and An Lin and Liu Qianhuan can be normal representatives. This way, we won’t deviate from the customs. In addition, this arrangement is also relatively more reasonable.”

The other three high-level officials nodded slightly, evidently in favor of Nan Gongqi’s suggestion.

Just like that, the student representatives for the Heavenly Court was decided upon. They were Wang Xuanzhan, An Lin, and Liu Qianhuan!

An Lin returned to school in high spirits and learned of this good news not long after.

He was completely baffled. “Dao Exchange Conference of the Four Powers? Three student representatives? They want me to represent the university at a meeting?”

Hearing An Lin fire off a bunch of questions, Xu Xiaolan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Please. Would the university go as far as to hold a whole school vote if it’s just a simple meeting?”

“Then what’s this Dao Exchange Conference of the Four Powers?” He had mysteriously become a student representative after attracting the most votes. Apparently, the voting had occurred while he was still recuperating in the medical center.

Being voted in like this made An Lin feel very uneasy. Perhaps this trouble was also brought upon by his fame. Anyhow, it didn’t seem like anything good.

“The Dao Exchange Conference is a conference jointly held by four powerful forces of the Tai Chu Continent—Heavenly Court of the Nine States, Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Paradise, Garden of Eden of the Holy Paradise, and Hall of Creation of the Creation Realm. This conference is held once every five years and is participated in by the younger generation of these four powers. Here, the younger generations can show off their skills and powers. The trials they have to partake in also come in all types of styles and varieties…”

Hearing Xu Xiaolan’s explanation, An Lin put his head in his hands. He suddenly wanted to return back to the hospital ward and become a bludger once again.

Bloody hell! Apart from Liu Qianhuan, there were still quite a number of other students of the Spirit Nurturing Final Stage. Why did they have to pick him?!

The other three forces were pretty much just as powerful as the Heavenly Court. Thus, it could be anticipated that the cultivation base of their representatives wouldn’t be lower than that of Spirit Nurturing Final Stage.

Playing around with these supreme prodigies, An Lin felt that he still had a winning chance if they were to simply compare looks. If they were competing in other fields though, he was only suited to be a bystander.

“Can I refuse to participate?” An Lin’s mind was exhausted.

“It’s already been announced to the entire school. What do you think?” There was a smile on Xu Xiaolan’s face as she replied. For some reason, she was amused by An Lin’s aggrieved expression.

An Lin sat down on the floor in dejection. His face painted a picture of despair.

“Okay, okay…” Seeing An Lin’s dejected look, Xu Xiaolan didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore. “You still have the coattails of Wang Xuanzhan and Liu Qianhuan to ride on, don’t you? You don’t need to be so pessimistic,” said Xu Xiaolan as she soothed him.

“Them?” An Lin’s face twitched and he lamented, “Wang Xuanzhan was mentally scarred by me during the free-for-all battle event. Will he really let me ride on his coattail? As for Liu Qianhuan… I think that she’ll definitely be even less reliable than me!”

The more An Lin thought about it, the more pessimistic he became. He could already envision in his mind what they would look like during the Dao Exchange Conference. There would be one bludger, one phone zombie, and one person battling hard and carrying his two useless teammates.

Ah… It’s going to be so embarrassing.

“An Lin~~ I heard that you’ve recovered!” A tender shout suddenly traveled over from the distance.

Looking up, An Lin saw an extremely beautiful female running toward him.

Her pink and white sailor dress fluttered in the wind. Under her shoulder-length pink hair was her striking purple eyes. She held a phone in her slender hand as she waved excitedly at An Lin.

An Lin: “…”

“Sister Liu, is anything the matter?”

When Liu Qianhuan arrived before him, An Lin mustered up his courage and greeted her.

“I’ve come to conduct post-hospital recovery exercises with you!” Liu Qianhuan’s answer was very straightforward.

“What exercises?” Seeing the phone in her hand, a feeling of unease gripped at his heart.

Sure enough, Liu Qianhuan raised the phone in her hand and waved it around before she said, “After lying in the hospital ward for so long, your brain and body are all stale and in desperate need for some activity.” She chuckled and said, “If you play mobile games with me, your mind can become more agile, and your limbs can become more coordinated!”

“Didn’t I already play with you heaps of times when I was still in the hospital ward?” An Lin thought back to how he lifted his weak and heavily bandaged fingers in order to tap on the phone screen…

Hearing this, Liu Qianhuan chuckled. “I’ve already told you, those were in-hospital recovery exercises. This now is your post-hospital recovery exercise!”

Saying this, she shoved a phone into An Lin’s hands.

An Lin: “…”