I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 1399

Chapter 1399: The Thriving Sect

The Four Nine Immortal Sect was situated on a section of the vast grasslands in the Purple Star State.

This was the bleak and desolate Realm of the Fallen Phoenix, but An Lin found out during his conversation with Nuwa that she had combined the residual power of the phoenix there with her power of creation to transform the place into an immortal paradise.

As such, they had Nuwa to thank for the site on which their sect was situated. They had once thought that this was a blessing from the heavens, and they were quite elated about it. Only now did they know that this was an unintentional gift for them from Nuwa.

An Lin, Xu Xiaolan, Tina, Xiao Hong, Da Bai, Little Gu, Xuanyuan Cheng, Su Qianyun, Miao Tian, Luo Ziping, Zong Yongyan, Sun Shenglian, and many other fellow graduates all set forth for the Four Nine Immortal Sect together.

Xuanyuan Cheng had the Ten-Thousand Spirits Immortal Sect to inherit and Su Qianyun had the Moon Palace to inherit, but none of that interfered with their duties as the Pavilion Lords of the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

The Four Nine Immortal Sect was now an extremely prominent sect with countless powerful immortals, so An Lin decided that it was time to really focus on its development.

Thus, he immediately gathered all of the higher-ups in the Four Nine Immortal Sect for a conference.

During the conference, An Lin contributed all of the treasures he had obtained from the Divine Source Continent to the sect, leaving only the immortal-rank treasures for himself. This was a massive amount of treasures, and everyone, including Bai Ling, was completely astonished.

This was over a hundred small mountains of treasures!

In the words of Bai Ling, An Lin had basically just pulled out the cultivation resources comparable to one of the four great sects from his storage ring!

However, this wasn’t really all that surprising. After all, this was a collection of treasures from all over the entire Divine Source Continent gathered over close to ten thousand years. No matter how powerful an individual sect was on the Tai Chu Continent, their riches couldn’t compare to the entire Divine Source Continent.

All of the Four Nine Immortal Sect elders and disciples could now announce to anyone in the world that their sect was just as wealthy as one of the four great sects!

An Lin wasn’t really reluctant to part with these materialistic things, especially when they were being contributed to the sect.

The Four Nine Immortal Sect was founded by him, so he had to nurture it like a child. This was selfless love for which he sought no return!

Xiao Ze was busy tallying, sorting, and storing away all of these new treasures, and it looked like he was going to have his hands full until at least the next day. However, he was very happy as he enjoyed nothing more than to count treasures.

During the meeting, everyone also decided on a good date to officially recruit core disciples for the Flame Pavilion, Spirit Pavilion, Moon Pavilion, and Beast Pavilion.

After the conference, An Lin and Xiaolan strolled through the sect together.

“Master, Master, look at this.”

Ye Ling ran over to them with a sweet smile and a hint of anticipation on her adorable little face.

She held her arms aloft, and there was an extremely lifelike wooden carving of two people in her hands.

One of them was a handsome and graceful sword immortal, while the other was an adorable little girl. Both of them had been carved from a single piece of wood, and they were connected by where they were holding hands together.

“This wooden carving is extremely vivid and impressive,” Xu Xiaolan offered genuine praise.

“Is this for me, Little Ling? This is amazing!” An Lin was very touched as he accepted the wooden carving. “Master is much happier receiving this wooden carving than any immortal tool or treasure!”

“Heehee, this is only something I’ve been working on during my spare time, so it’s nothing much. I’m really glad Master likes it.” Even though that was what Ye Ling was saying, the irrepressible elation on her face revealed just how overjoyed she actually was.

This was a wooden carving of her master instructing her in the way of the sword.

She could never forget the warmth and happiness she experienced from the time spent with An Lin practicing her sword techniques under the sunset. An Lin was the only one aside from her grandma who gave her a sense of family.

A member of her family was happy because of her, so she was even happier as a result!

“How is your sword practice going, Little Ling?” An Lin asked.

“I’ve already gotten up to the second stage of the Four Nine Sword Techniques!” Ye Ling replied with an elated smile.

“Little Ling is so awesome! Would you like me to give you a hand?” Xu Xiaolan couldn’t help but cup Ye Ling’s adorable face between her hands with a doting smile on her own face.

“Yes, please!” Ye Ling eagerly dragged Xu Xiaolan over to the drill ground.

An Lin followed them with a smile.

The Four Nine Sword Techniques were invented by An Lin, Xu Xiaolan, and Liu Qianhuan, all three of whom were exceptional sword immortals.

It contained elements from An Lin’s Vanquish the Heavens and Slay All Evil Sword Techniques as well as Six Strikes of the War God, Liu Qianhuan’s Heavenly Sword Sect sword techniques, and Xu Xiaolan’s Vermilion Bird Sect holy flame sword techniques. There were a total of eighteen stages, which could be learned by anyone, so it was extremely versatile.

The Four Nine Sword Techniques became very popular very quickly after it was invented. Even Xiao Ze, who rarely ever used swords, decided to dabble in it.

There were minimal prerequisites for cultivating in these sword techniques, but all of the later stages contained extremely powerful sword techniques. One could occasionally practice it to strengthen their bodies, and disciples with great aptitudes in the way of the sword could take it a lot more seriously and would undoubtedly reap great rewards from it.

Just as the Four Nine Immortal Sect was thriving more than ever.

Deep within the Dark Marshlands.

There was a gargantuan wheel of blood hanging in the air, which was revolving relentlessly.

There were ninety-nine waterfalls of blood falling from the edge of the wheel onto the ground below as blood mist permeated through the air in a radius of over fifty kilometers.

This was where a top-rate power of the Blood Tribe, the Divine Disc League, was located.

It was the equivalent to the Nine Imperials of the Kingdom of the Nine States and contained countless Blood Tribe powerful beings and mighty figures.

At this moment, the leader of the Divine Disc League, Reginald, was situated within a secret chamber.

Dim candlelight shone upon his beaming and buoyant face, and his head of white hair had been revitalized to a shiny, lustrous black. Even his wrinkled skin had become significantly smoother.

Many Blood Tribe powerful beings were extremely astonished by Reginald’s transformation.

He had endured an extremely grueling battle about a hundred years ago, during which he was severely wounded and unleashed a whole host of mystic techniques. Even though he had survived the battle, his life force had been severely depleted, and he was wasting away more and more quickly. Everyone was expecting him to die in the not too distant future.

However, he had been revitalized all of a sudden, and this was not just a transformation to his outer appearance; even his vitality and aura had become full of vigor. This was not something that could be feigned. Countless people were curious about how he had managed to achieve this.

Whenever Reginald was asked about this, he would proclaim that he discovered a divine-rank herb within a certain mystic realm, which he had consumed to revitalize himself. However, he knew in his heart that this was all thanks to an extraordinary drop of blood.

This was a holy drop of blood.

It was able to purify all of the filthy blood within his body, which was a result of that life and death battle a century ago!

That’s right, this was the blood of the Holy Leader!

Reginald carefully dripped a drop of blood onto his finger from a small vial, looking as if he was handling his most precious treasure.

“This is the last drop. After this, there really is none left… I wonder when the Holy Leader is going to lead us to the new world… Sigh…” Reginald heaved a forlorn sigh, but there was an extremely scorching light shimmering in his eyes as he stared intently at the drop of blood on his finger.

He didn’t care about the Blood Patriarch or anything like that anymore as he was now a devout worshipper of the Holy Leader.

Anything could be counterfeit or spurious, but blood always told the truth.

The Holy Leader’s blood could purify his entire existence! It was the greatest blood in this world, so the Holy Leader must be the greatest man in this world!

Reginald’s expression was filled with yearning as he murmured to himself, “I wonder what the Holy Leader is like. I really want to meet him as quickly as possible…”