I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin was also dazed. Then, he turned to Tina and said gently, “I forgot to mention, don’t kill all of the Blood Tribe soldiers next time. You need to leave some for the students. Otherwise, they’ll be bored out of their minds!”

“Okay…” Tina nodded her tiny head. “So, how many enemies should I leave?” she asked with a serious expression.

“Uh…” An Lin faltered slightly. This was indeed a problem. How many enemies did he need to leave to allow the students to fight to their hearts’ content?

He looked toward his classmates on the city wall and asked, “How many enemies should I leave for each of you?”

An Lin’s classmates: “…”

Say, was it really fine to ask them such a question? Why did it feel so weird?

“Um… I think five each is fine,” a male student said hesitantly.

“Bullsh*t! Are you still a man? Only five? I’ll take ten!” A tall and slender female student glanced at the male in disdain.

“That’s right, ten is more suitable,” another male student agreed. “One to ten, that sound fairly impressive too. Moreover, it’s challenging enough and can provide us with a good experience.”

“I also agree with one to ten…”

…

An Lin listened to the students’ opinions, and he concluded that leaving ten enemies was the dominant consensus.

As long as Blood Tribe cultivators of the Spirit Nurturing Stage didn’t appear, this bunch of students—which was made up of prodigies from various immortal sects—was very confident about fighting against a Blood Tribe army that only consisted of Dao Body Stage enemies.

An Lin nodded in satisfaction. Then, he turned to Tina and said, “Leave them one hundred enemies each.”

“Okay!” Tina smiled and nodded.

An Lin’s classmates: “…”

So, did Student An Lin misunderstand something about the phrase “one to ten”?

Did he not understand that they wanted ten, not ten squared?!

After destroying the blood pool of the city, An Lin had his classmates return to his black brick. With the help of the brick, they then fly toward the next target.

In reality, he understood the phrase “one to ten” perfectly well. However, fighting against ten enemies was probably the bare minimum that the students were satisfied with. It would be absolutely useless in terms of providing them with battle experiences. Just like when he was tasked with obtaining ten Golden Realm Essence Crystals; that proved to be no challenge at all.

Thus, he raised the target to one hundred!

Only by doing so would the students face a genuine challenge and gain the necessary experience.

For some reason, he felt quite delighted when making this decision…

…

Thousand Sword City.

Here, twenty-thousand Blood Tribe soldiers stood guard along the city walls. The soldiers looked mighty and imposing, and the atmosphere was eerie.

A red-robed male was currently seated on a throne in the City Lord’s fort, and his face was a picture of gloom.

A black-robed male—he was this city’s City Lord—trembled in apprehension as he handed the red-robed male a cup of tea.

“Dark Poison Lord, are you really going to exterminate the students sent over by the Heavenly Court?” the City Lord asked nervously.

“Humph! They dare dream of destroying all the cities that lay in the eastern region of my Dark Poison Realm?! They can’t blame me for being ruthless then!” the Dark Poison Lord was already in a bad mood after learning that Laden, who he was dependent on, had failed to become the holy disciple. Now, even the Heavenly Court was stabbing him from behind. How could he swallow such provocation?

Members of the Blood Tribe were naturally fearless and reckless. They would feel absolutely guiltless about killing that group of students. Even if they were to anger some supreme being, they could just seek refuge in the central region of the Dark Marshlands for a period of time.

The City Lord smiled obsequiously. “With Dark Poison Lord here, that group of students is as good as dead. You can exterminate them with a wave of your hands.”

The Dark Poison Lord smiled coldly, and a look of disdain spread across his face. “Right now, there’s a group of students who are relatively strong. They’ve already destroyed a blood pool in one of our cities. Moreover, judging by their path of advance, we’re their next target. I’ll start with exterminating them first! I’ll let them witness what true power is!”

Thousand Sword City was a large city, which housed tens of thousands of Blood Tribe residents. The number of soldiers responsible for guarding the city alone numbered twenty thousand. This was clearly a powerful city.

Yet the powerful defensive spell formation that was formed from the powers of the twenty thousand Blood Tribe soldiers was suddenly shattered by a crimson beam of light. A gigantic black brick descended from the skies and became an ominous shadow that loomed over all the Blood Tribe soldiers.

“Enemy invasion! There’s an enemy invasion!”

“It’s cultivators from the Heavenly Court! Attack!”

Instantly, sirens that signified the arrival of battle started wailing around the entire city.

Twenty students swooped down from the black brick. Each of them possessed a powerful aura, and their various magic tools flashed brilliantly as they launched attacks toward the Blood Tribe soldiers guarding the city wall. In an instant, dozens of Blood Tribe soldiers were killed.

An Lin gazed down at the battle, which was occurring on the city walls, and he continuously cast his Lightning Manipulation Technique to attack the Spirit Nurturing Stage Blood Tribe cultivators who posed threats to the students.

“Um… twenty students means two-thousand Blood Tribe enemies. Which is to say, I need to kill eighteen thousand Blood Tribe soldiers.” Tina’s eyes danced around the battlefield as she counted up the enemy numbers.

She ignored the Blood Tribe residents who hadn’t fled the city and focused solely on those who were holding weapons in their hands.

A dazzling radiance erupted from her Heart Lotus Ice Sword, and she was just about to pass judgment on the Blood Tribe soldiers below.

Right at this moment, however, two streaks of red lights suddenly burst out from within the city.

Thousands of intimidating flying swords danced around one of the red streaks.

The other red streak possessed an even more overbearing aura, and it was enveloped within a boundless cloud of black mist.

All color drained from the sky the instant that they appeared. The area within a five-kilometer radius became a stretch of hell.

The poisonous black mist blotted out the sky, and a destructive aura swept through heaven and earth. It was as though it wanted to drag all life into a world of eternal darkness.

The students shuddered in fright upon sensing the terrifying aura, and their faces became pale as they looked at the red streak, which was charging over from the distance.

“Not only did a Soul Formation Stage cultivator come, but there’s even a Return to Void Stage cultivator…” A female student trembled in fright and went weak at the knees. This was the first time that she had faced the crushing might of an enemy Return to Void Stage cultivator!

“Don’t be afraid, we still have Student An Lin here! He’ll definitely be able to deal with them!” a male student said as he consoled her.

“That’s right! God An is invincible!” a student cried.

The Dark Poison Lord’s golden hair billowed behind him, and his crimson eyes were full of killing intent. “Arrogant humans, do you really think you’re invincible with that meager powers of yours? How dare you assault my cities in the Dark Poison Realm. Since you like this place so much, I’ll have you stay forever!”

Da Bai shuddered upon sensing that formidable aura. He raised his head and panicked as he said, “Big Brother An, hurry up and call Xiao Ze over! The enemy is a Return to Void Stage cultivator!”

“No need. He’s a piece of Return to Void Initial Stage trash; he won’t be smug for long.” An Lin waved his hands casually and said, “Have Xiao Ze be on standby and await orders, lest another group come across trouble.”

Da Bai: “…”

A cruel smile appeared on the Dark Poison Lord’s face as he shifted his gaze toward An Lin. “Heh, a human cultivator of the Soul Formation Intermediate Stage? You’re the leader of this group, right? Why aren’t you escaping? Have you been scared silly?”

An Lin also shifted his gaze toward Dark Poison Lord. A bright glint appeared in his eyes, and he licked his lips eagerly. “You’re only of the Return to Void Initial Stage… Although you’re a bit weak, I can still grudgingly accept you as my underling…”