I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 663

Chapter 663: The Development of the Blood Tribe Underlings

After that, An Lin and Tina departed from the holy land. Aside from that white ball, all the remaining treasures consisted of spirit fruits and spirit medicine, with no immortal-rank treasures. They didn’t pick any of those spirit-rank treasures in the hope that they would continue to be nurtured by heaven and earth, thereby allowing them to evolve to immortal-rank treasures over time.

Tina was getting quite exhausted from accelerating the flow of time, so she and An Lin left the Divine Mirror World upon departing from the holy land.

Light flashed past, and An Lin slowly opened his eyes to find that he was lying on the city wall with a defensive spell formation carved out around himself.

Nearby, an exquisitely beautiful woman in a jade dress supported her chin in her hands as she stared off into the distance while she played absentmindedly with strands of her luscious, long hair. She was so beautiful.

An Lin was entranced by the sight of her, and he only stood up after observing her beauty for a long while.

Xu Xiaolan immediately stirred as An Lin stood up.

She turned to An Lin with a smile. “You’re back. How did it feel to enter that world with your physical body?”

An Lin replied with a smile of his own, “It was great! It was exactly like going to Ancient Tai Chu Realm except I was able to do anything I wanted as I was with Little Na. Little Na told me that once she’s more experienced with transferring objects between the two worlds, she could try to transfer all of you guys into her world as well! That world really is quite a spectacular place!”

“That’s great! I’m looking forward to it.” Xu Xiaolan had been looking forward to the day when she would be able to explore that world. It was a new world, after all, so she was very interested in it.

“Oh, right, how long was I gone for this time?”

“Two and a half days.”

“Sigh, Half of the end-of-term examinations have already passed.”

“We’re basically doing nothing anyway, and barring any mishaps, we’re most likely just going to stay on this city wall until the conclusion of the examinations.”

“Hmm… I wonder how Little Ke and Little Mai are doing.”

“Are those your Blood Tribe underlings? I really want to meet them.”

…

The two of them chatted with one another as a balmy night breeze blew past, giving both of them a sense of contentment.

Meanwhile, in the central region of the Dark Marshlands, at a place they couldn’t see, bolts of Golden Void Lightning fell from the sky in a series of thunderous booms akin to the roar of a huge dragon.

The lightning clouds soon began to dissipate.

A handsome man with short, golden hair and a slightly lanky frame stood up from the center of the crimson sacrificial altar with undisguised joy on his face. “The Holy Leader’s blood was truly effective! I really did manage to avoid the blood-demon tribulation!”

“Merlin!” Cassidy made her way toward him with a congratulatory smile as she said, “Congratulations on your trial tribulation!”

“Congratulations!” Tobias also chimed in from nearby.

That’s right, Merlin had also broken through to the Return to Void Intermediate Stage.

He experienced the vast power surging through his body with excitement on his face. “I can feel a marked difference. After having my existence purified, I can feel that we’re different from all the other lowly Blood Tribe cultivators!”

“Shh, not so loud!” Cassidy cautioned.

The place they were currently located at was the holy land of the Blood Tribe. This was the true holy land where the Blood Tribe Patriarch had once cultivated.

This was an immensely helpful place for the members of Blood Tribe to cultivate in, and only the holy disciples had the right to cultivate here in order to find an opportunity for progression. Merlin had found his opportunity here and was able to successfully break through with the help of the purification effects the holy blood had on his body.

“Did anything happen during the past few days in which I made my breakthrough?” Merlin chuckled a little awkwardly.

“An earth-shattering event took place!” Cassidy knitted her brows together in a mysterious expression as she explained, “Emperor An Mang battled Emperor Tian Huang of the Heavenly Court on the Dark Marshlands! Guess who instigated their battle?”

Merlin drew a sharp intake of breath upon hearing this. A battle between Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures were events that only took place once every few centuries. As such, the instigating force had to have been quite a significant one, and he urged Cassidy with a hint of impatience in his voice, “Stop stalling! Tell me!”

“This event was instigated by the death of the Dark Poison Lord. Following the death of the Dark Poison Lord, Laden went to Huang Quan City to avenge the Dark Poison Lord, where he then met a black dragon and a Soul Formation Stage man on a black brick,” Cassidy said in a slow voice.

Merlin’s breathing was already beginning to accelerate as he heard this.

Tobias took over the story from there. “According to the information provided by the spies near Huang Quan City, the battle was an extremely miserable one for Laden. He sharted himself before breaking down into sobs in an extremely pitiful display. There are rumors going around that he has already gone mad, and his reputation has been swept to the ground…”

Tobias’ tone suggested that he was feeling quite sorry for Laden, but he couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto his face.

“After that, Laden was pursued by Emperor Tian Huang for over ten thousand kilometers. Even though he managed to survive, he had been severely wounded, and his dao foundation had also sustained damage. He’s still recovering from his injuries. Should we take this opportunity to do something?” A suggestive smile surfaced on Cassidy’s face. She was clearly itching to stir up some trouble.

“So it was the Holy Leader! Long live the Holy Leader!” Merlin had obviously already figured out who this aforementioned Soul Formation Stage cultivator was, and he exclaimed in excitement.

A man on a black brick with a black dragon in accompaniment? A man who was able to bash Laden into fecal incontinence[1] while he was only at the Soul Formation Stage? Such a supremely talented cultivator could only be their Holy Leader, An Lin!

“What are you suggesting? That we visit Laden?” Tobias’ eyes glowed with a mysterious light.

“That’s right. Although he has been taught a lesson by the Holy Leader, he must still be harboring ill will toward the Holy Leader. We should eliminate someone like him in case he tries to exact revenge on the Holy Leader in the future!” Cassidy really was thinking about An Lin’s best interests here. She had pondered this notion for quite a while, and she still couldn’t find a better way.

Merlin shook his head upon hearing this. “Don’t be rash. What if we alert Laden’s father in our assassination attempt? Laden is Emperor Yi Deng’s favorite son. If we kill Laden and our actions are discovered by Emperor Yi Deng, we would be well and truly screwed. I think we should consult with the Holy Leader first before plotting a course of action!”

“How about we leave the holy land for a while under the guise of consolidating our respective sects and take this opportunity to meet up with the Holy Leader in secret?” Tobias proposed.

“That’s a great idea! I’ll go grab my Cursed Star Blood Sword!” Cassidy nodded.

“Then I’ll also bring along my Deceased Spirit Bead,” Merlin chimed in.

“I’ll bring along a drop of the Blood Patriarch’s blood,” Tobias added.

As the holy disciples, the three of them had all encountered great opportunities here in the holy land.

They were now going to carry their respective treasures with them to meet up with An Lin!

On the Purple Snow Mountain of the Dark Marshlands.

A gargantuan blood formation stretched in all directions for over a hundred kilometers.

A naked man meditated at the center of the formation as blood energy flowed relentlessly into his body while healing his injuries in the process. However, there was an extremely stubborn power of the pure Yang divine dao, which lingered in his body and continued to wreak havoc.

He had already received data on the man who was responsible for reducing him to such a pitiful state.

“An Lin… I will kill you!”

[1] fecal incontinence: a condition where the sufferer is unable to control their bowel functions.