I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Chapter 86
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Chapter 86: New Title, Poison Lord
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Thanks to his strong life force, An Lin made it through.
Looking at the heartless pair in front of him, he ground his teeth in anger.
What b*llshit true love?! All he felt was a deep sense of malice and ill will!
Red Fox Celestial Maiden didn’t make any discoveries in his blood.
So, she ran over to investigate the Blood Kings’ corpses.
Meanwhile, Green River Sword Immortal looked at An Lin in admiration. “An Lin, your blood is so useful!” he praised, “If we come across members of the blood tribe in the future…”
An Lin cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
“No! Get lost!”
Seeing An Lin turn him down so firmly, Green River Sword Immortal scratched his head in embarrassment. Then, he opened up the groupchat.
…
In the ‘all cultivators of the world unite together to protect earth’ groupchat.
Green River Sword Immortal: “Haha, ambush successful! We slaughtered one Demon King and two Blood Kings!”
Once Green River Sword Immortal sent this, countless cultivators joined the chat. Instantly, the atmosphere flared up.
The Savior: “Good heavens! That’s an insane battle achievement! You actually managed to kill them?!”
Dreamy Voice Fairy: “As expected, a male and female paired together are bound to produce miracles!”
Crack Shot Clairvoyant: “Not only can they produce miracles, but they can also produce new life!”
Atomic Bomb Fairy: “…”
Golden Jade: “…”
Green River Sword Immortal sent a smiley emoticon 1 . “Crack Shot Clairvoyant, next time we meet, I can destroy a life.”
Crack Shot Clairvoyant: “… I was joking, don’t take it to heart.”
Right at this moment, Red Fox Celestial Maiden also sent a smiley emoticon.
Red Fox Celestial Maiden: “A male and female pair can indeed destroy a life. Crack Shot Clairvoyant, just you wait…”
Seeing this message, Crack Shot Clairvoyant almost burst into tears.
Green River Sword Immortal was probably just joking. However, Red Fox Celestial Maiden was someone who stayed true to her words!
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Crack Shot Clairvoyant was so scared that he planned to go into hiding. At this moment, Green River Sword Immortal sent another message.
Green River Sword Immortal: “Actually, it was thanks to Daoist An Lin that we were able to slaughter the Demon King and two Blood Kings. He probably made the biggest contribution!”
Once he sent this, it instantly piqued the interest of the cultivators.
Although An Lin was very strong, it would probably still be a stretch for him to fight against enemies of the Spirit Nurturing Stage. How come Green River Sword Immortal said that he made the biggest contribution?
Tian Lingling: “It can’t be, right? Didn’t he just go for fun?”
Enlightened Lazurite: “Oh? An Lin made the biggest contribution? How so?”
Calm Celestial Maiden: “Could it be that he made a key contribution at a critical juncture of the battle?”
The cultivators in the chat came up with numerous speculations. At this moment, Green River Sword Immortal sent another message.
Green River Sword Immortal: “Let me put it this way. It can be said that the Demon King and two Blood Kings were all killed by An Lin!”
The Savior: “…”
Golden Jade: “…”
Tian Lingling: “…”
All killed by him? Seeing this message, the cultivators in the chat all fell silent.
Finally, Enlightened Lazurite was unable to contain his doubt. “Green River, you’ve got to be kidding, right? Doesn’t Daoist An Lin only have a rank of the Tenth Stage Dao Body?”
Enlightened Lazurite spoke out everyone’s thoughts. What would a cultivator of the Tenth Stage Dao Body have to do to be able to slaughter three enemies of the Spirit Nurturing Stage?
Could it be that they were all critically injured and finished off by him?
That was clearly impossible!
Green River Sword Immortal: “The Demon King was critically injured by Red Fox Celestial Maiden and me. Then, An Lin finished him off.
“As for the two Blood Kings, one was poisoned to death after drinking his blood. As for the other one, he was poisoned to death after I cut him with my sword which was smeared with An Lin’s blood.”
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Tian Lingling: “… The two Blood Kings were poisoned to death by his blood?”
Enlightened Lazurite: “Hah, poisoned to death? I would believe it more if you said that he hacked them to death with a single strike of his sword!”
Calm Celestial Maiden: “Green River Sword Immortal, are you trying to say that An Lin poisoned his blood?”
Green River Sword Immortal: “No, what I mean is that his entire body is poisonous! This is also what I admire most about him!”
Tian Lingling: “Wow! Fake Daoist Priest is so impressive!”
Atomic Bomb Fairy: “Although I don’t really understand, as expected, Daoist An Lin is very powerful!”
The Savior: “How about this. Let’s bestow upon Daoist An Lin the title of Poison Lord.”
Daoist Wooden Ox: “I agree.”
Dreamy Voice Fairy: “I agree too.”
Cloud Exploring Daoist: “Same.”
…
In fact, An Lin was also reading these messages. Once he saw that they agreed upon his title of ‘Poison Lord’, tears brimmed in his eyes and he put down his phone.
To prevent his tears from falling, he raised his head and looked toward the sky.
Afterward, carrying the corpses of the Blood Kings, the mute Red Fox Celestial Maiden headed back to Qingqiu Mystic Realm.
Green River Sword Immortal patted An Lin’s shoulder and said cordially, “Poison Lord, I’ll fly you back to Rong City!”
An Lin grimaced. F*ck your Poison Lord!
Due to excessive blood loss, he didn’t have any strength left to complain. All he could do was nod vacantly…
Just like that, An Lin and Green River Sword Immortal started flying back to Rong City.
…
An Lin had thought that once he returned to Chengdu, he would be able to pass his days peacefully.
However, what he didn’t expect was that in this age of information, his title of Poison Lord spread throughout the entire cultivation world in just one day!
The next day, four sect leaders of the top ten sects in China came to visit the Poison Lord. These sects were Wudang, Kunlun, Longhu, and Shangqing.
There were only four mighty cultivators of the Soul Formation Stage in China, and they were none other than the sect leaders of these four sects.
Naturally, they had ulterior motives in visiting the Poison Lord.
They were in fact here to study the Poison Lord…
Just like that, An Lin burst into tears.
“Poison Lord, why don’t you let this daoist touch you…”
Daoist Priest Xuyun, the sect leader of Wudang, chuckled as he extended his hand toward An Lin.
“Stop messing around!” At this moment, an elder with white hair and a white beard yelled angrily.
An Lin looked toward this elder gratefully. He was Mount Longhu’s Heavenly Teacher Zhang.
“Be reasonable! If we want to be thorough in our studies, we need to rely on this!”
Heavenly Teacher Zhang fished out a syringe and looked toward An Lin with a kindly expression.
Seeing the syringe, An Lin almost blacked out.
What the f*ck! You want to draw my blood?!
Do you really need to be so ruthless?!
Due to his excessive blood loss yesterday, he felt dizzy whenever he saw blood now. He felt as if he had developed vasovagal syncope 2 .
No, it was hemophobia. Even the mention of blood scared him!
“Don’t be scared Poison Lord. We won’t draw a lot, we’ll only draw a teeny-weeny bit,” a black-clothed male of around fifty-years-old comforted him.
He was Spirit Child Shi, the sect leader of Kunlun Immortal Sect. As he spoke, he was preparing an investigative spell formation…
“Hey, you’re a man! What’s so scary about bleeding some blood?
“If you feel uncomfortable bleeding by yourself, this daoist will bleed with you!”
Daoist You Mu, the sect leader of Shangqing Immortal Sect, spoke boldly. Saying this, he pulled out a broadsword and cut his own arm.
An Lin initially thought that he was just playing around.
Then, blood splashed all over his face…
Holy f*ck! Where did this crazy c*nt come from?!
An Lin roared in his mind. Then, he felt his chest tighten and his heartbeat quicken.
Great… his hemophobia flared up again.
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