I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin was about to have his turn on the stage while accompanied by the scorching gazes of the spectators which had settled on him.

Yao Mingxi, Yao Xiu, and his other fans all clenched their fists tightly, silently cheering for their idol with all their might.

In the VIP stands, a woman in a simple robe twirl a strand of hair around her slim finger absent-mindedly as she stared down at the man on the stage with an intrigued expression.

“How many points do you guys think Big Brother An will get?” A delicate girl with short hair asked.

The person that proposed the question was none other than An Lin’s old teammate, Miao Tian.

“Let’s have a bet. I bet a hundred spirit stones that Big Brother An can get twelve points!” Zong Yongyan waved his fan about with a calm expression.

“I’m also betting on Big Brother An to get twelve points.” Luo Ziping chimed in.

“Me too.” Sun Shenglian echoed.

“Sigh…” Miao Tian shook her head and sighed. “It seems there’s no point in betting anymore.”

At this moment, An Lin had already gauged the correct distance between himself and the stone plaque.

From the moment he unleashed his technique to the moment it would explode, he had to calculate meticulously so the explosion occurred right at the moment the technique made contact with the stone plaque.

After recollecting the horrifying events of that day over and over again, An Lin finally found the correct distance and stood in silence on the spot.

An Lin took a deep breath and looked at the two people beside him. “My life is in your hands!”

Wang Xuanzhan and Liu Qianhuan nodded with severe expressions with their protective spell techniques at the ready.

The spectators were all quite curious at the sight of this, unable to comprehend why An Lin had an accompanying entourage on stage.

But when they saw An Lin manipulate lightning with his left hand while his right fist began to glow golden, some people were already beginning to realize what he was doing. In particular, among them were the few dozen second-year students who were in the first class with An Lin. They suddenly recollected the terrifying moment in their immortal spells class when they were propelled into the air by the force of a huge mushroom cloud.

Earth Immortal Cang Qing’s beard trembled as his eyes widened. “Is he really going to use that technique?”

Xu Xiaolan stared intently at An Lin with a mixture of worry and rage in her expression. “He’s playing with his life again!”

Hong Dou scratched his head in bewilderment from not too far away.

Wasn’t this the Mountain Quaking Lightning Fist? At most, it would warrant a seven-point evaluation, but why was it that everyone’s expectations were so high?

Bolts of blue lightning began to appear in the sky before entangling themselves onto An Lin’s right fist and transforming into golden lightning.

Sweat began to seep out of An Lin’s forehead as the Darkness of Origin began to merge into the spell technique. The insane destructive power that was able to simultaneously encompass everything and annihilate everything at the same time began to transform the very nature of his spell technique.

Violent bolts of golden lightning were slowly pulled toward the wisps of black aura as everything began to fall silent in the face of the suffocating power radiating from the spell technique.

Everyone in the spectator stands suddenly felt an indescribable chill running down their spines.

Yu Hua, Hui Ming, the Lion King, Vanessa, as well as the other mighty figures of Return to Void Stage were all staring intently at An Lin’s right fist with grave expressions.

“Nuclear Lightning Fist!”

A golden fist projection intertwined with golden lightning erupted forth with An Lin’s roar.

Liu Qianhuan’s six-feathered staff glowed brightly, constructing a pink barrier which encompassed An Lin.

Wang Xuanzhan was in shock at the suffocating power from An Lin’s technique, but he also activated his water orb barrier, engulfing the three of them within.

Just as the golden fist projection was about to make contact with the stone plaque, the wisp of black aura within the fist projections suddenly blossomed like a lotus flower, causing the fist projection to collapse in on itself while shrinking drastically with its destructive power…

There was an instant where the world seemed to fall silent.

Boom!

An extremely powerful burst of energy exploded forth, setting off a loud rumbling audible even in the heavens.

The earth shook, and the surface of the ground was pulverized by the golden fist. Bringing with it an aura of destruction, the golden lightning swept through the surroundings, obliterating everything that it touched.

Liu Qianhuan and Wang Xuanzhan who were closest to the epicenter of the explosion both trembled as they felt the vast explosion of violent energy. “Holy f*ck! What the hell is this?!”

The blast of energy made contact with the pink barrier, which cracked and shattered completely in less than a second.

It then continued onwards onto the water orb barrier which lasted about three seconds before it was completely evaporated. The shockwaves went on to collide with the three people within the barrier…

Yet another small mushroom cloud flickered with lightning as it billowed up from the earth. Its powerful shockwaves even knocked over a large number of spectating students.

The Return to Void mighty figures in the audience immediately restricted the blast of energy, protecting everyone in the spectator stands. However, the three people on stage weren’t so lucky…

Hong Dou’s red eyes widened with shock at the sight of the mushroom cloud seemingly within reach. His rocky mouth fell open with incredulity as he felt the tremors running through the ground. “An… An Lin was capable of this?”

If An Lin had used this technique in their battle, Hong Dou would probably be reduced to a speck of dust on the ground…

Everyone in the spectator stands all gasped in unison.

They had extremely high expectations for An Lin, but they still couldn’t help but tremble at the sight of the mushroom cloud. What a terrifying immortal spell!

Bodhisattva Hui Ming waved his hand and a boundless expanse of golden light enveloped heaven and earth, settling the dust and debris in the air.

The stone plaque was still quivering as a message was finally displayed. “Heaven level, Intermediate stage!”

“An Lin, eleven points!”

Everyone was shocked by this result, clearly unable to comprehend why an immortal spell as fearsome as this was not at the final stage of the Heaven level.

Hui Ming nodded before explaining, “The power and concept behind this immortal spell are all top-notch, but the balance of energy is skewed and it’s extremely volatile, so there’s a lot of room for improvement.”

Everyone began to nod at Hui Ming’s explanation before collectively turning their gazes toward An Lin.

No matter what the evaluation was, the undeniable fact was that An Lin managed to save the Heavenly Court from their dire situation by turning the tables around and becoming the team with the most points in the spell segment!

“As expected of God An, he could just casually drop any immortal spell and completely turn the tables in an instant.”

“Back in the day, when he was just a backdoor entrant, I was already a fan. To see him steadily grow into the prodigy he is now, looking down on the world with undisputed supremacy and fighting for the university’s glory, I can’t help but sigh with emotion…” A male student spoke with a jaded expression.

“Kyaaa! Senior An Lin, I want to bear your children!” A few younger female students couldn’t help but screech at the sight of An Lin’s heroic action.

“God An is the hero of our school!”

“Say, didn’t he tell us that he couldn’t self-detonate for the moment, so why is he suddenly able to do so?”

“He didn’t self-detonate and he’s still Spirit Nurturing Initial Stage. Look, he’s lying on the ground just there!” A student looked toward the stage with a scorching gaze.

Everyone turned to lock their gazes onto An Lin in unison.

They were waiting for him to stand up so they could shower him with raucous cheers and applause.

The woman in the VIP stands covered her mouth as she chuckled lightly, a flash of mirth flitting through her eyes. “I have to admit, he’s still just as sporadic as before. Except now he’s switched targets and no longer screwing me over…”

The representatives from the other three powers all winced at the scene in front of them.

Vice-Principal Yu Hua descended onto the stage in a flash to assess the condition of An Lin and the others, and the sight that greeted him made his chest tighten involuntarily.

Liu Qianhuan was riddled with wounds as she lay on the ground, casting a healing spell on herself before kicking An Lin aside.

Wang Xuanzhan lay spread-eagle, face down on the ground, his face covered with dirt and debris as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and tears welled up in his eyes.

A remorseful expression surfaced onto his face. “What kind of f*cking madman am I helping here… Why the f*ck did I agree to this?”

Meanwhile, An Lin had been knocked out cold by the force of shockwave and was currently lying lifelessly on the ground…