I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Boom!

Frosty blue energy exploded, transforming heaven and earth into a frozen hell.

Everything was engulfed by Meng Zhi’s power of the divine dao.

An Lin and the others hid behind the Chaotic Alloy Brick to keep the ensuing shockwaves at bay.

They stared up at the explosion in the distance and fell into a peculiar silence.

“Does this mean our cover has been blown?” An Lin asked.

“Didn’t the Ghost Tribe mighty figure say that its technique would target the living being with the most powerful consciousness present at the scene? Senior Dongfang sure is impressive to be so outstanding even among so many mighty figures!” the Jade Bone Immortal Butterfly exclaimed in amazement.

An Lin’s expression darkened. “Is that the point? Is that really something to be happy about? Don’t forget what we’re trying to do!”

“What? Why isn’t this the point? Are you looking down on my master?” Gluttony bared its fangs.

An Lin: “…”

Was this Gluttony f*cking retarded?!

Xu Xiaolan: “… I want to observe a minute of silence for Uncle Dongfang.”

Ao Niu also heaved a forlorn sigh. “Moo, I had thought we could always fall back on plan A if plan B didn’t work out. But who would have thought that the strongest one among us would be dragged onto the battlefield? Looks like both plans A and B have been foiled.”

An Lin massaged his brows. “Uncle Dongfang unintentionally assisted Meng Zhi… First, he had to contend with the Stare of the Death God, then, he was caught in the explosion from Meng Zhi’s attack. I wonder if he’s ok.”

Gluttony bared its teeth again. “What? You’re still looking down on my master?”

An Lin’s chest constricted as he glared at Gluttony. “This is called expressing concern, do you understand?”

Gluttony pursed its lips. “You’re worrying about whether a wolf would be bullied by two sheep. Isn’t that looking down on the wolf?”

An Lin was speechless.

Xu Xiaolan chuckled lightly. “If your master is the Big Big Wolf and those two are the Pleasant Goats1, then we really do need to be concerned for him.”

Gluttony: “???”

An Lin raised his thumb. “Genius! Well said, Xiaolan!”

Gluttony was still dumbstruck.

Just as all of them were still spectating and talking crap, Meng Zhi’s extreme frost energy slowly dissipated to reveal a world of ice and snow several dozen kilometers in radius.

An Lin and the others fell silent as they focused their attention on the battle.

This was a battle between mighty figures at the Return to Void Pinnacle Stage, and it would not be wise for them to butt in. As such, they could only continue to be spectators and act as the situation required. At the very least, they all had the self-awareness to not become useless baggage.

Theoretically, Dongfang Zhuangshi was quite far away from the Ice God Burial and the Stare of the Death God, so the damage he sustained would have been significantly buffered. In contrast, the Ghost Tribe mighty figure had taken the Ice God Burial attack head-on and would’ve suffered much more damage.

“Cough cough…”

Meng Zhi slowly descended from the sky before landing on the ground. She couldn’t help but throw up another mouthful of blood as the injuries she had sustained combined with the after-effect of unleashing the mystic technique struck her all at once.

Thousands of meters away, a massive black body with a pair of malicious, crimson eyes had been frozen solid.

That was the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s body.

Following a rather comical sequence of events, its final attack had missed Meng Zhi, thereby allowing her to survive.

Meng Zhi turned her eyes away from the Ghost Tribe mighty figure toward her “savior”.

A huge block of ice exploded with a resounding boom.

Dongfang Zhuangshi walked out from the block of ice in a slightly disheveled state. He glanced at the frozen Ghost Tribe mighty figure before turning to Meng Zhi with an awkward, yet polite smile.

“Er… Feel free to continue, I’m just passing by.”

He waved a hand before turning to leave.

Meng Zhi opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she decided not to say anything.

She felt like it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let the man leave like this.

This bizarre sequence of events had saved her life.

However, seeing as the man did not want to meddle in this battle, then she should just let him go and treat this as a minor miracle.

Dongfang Zhuangshi walked a couple of steps. When he caught sight of the black bone in the Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s hand, he faltered.

This was a divine tool!

He had been exposed anyway, so he might as well grab the divine tool while he was here.

However, before he had a chance to do anything, the block of ice began to tremor and crack before exploding!

Boom!

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure roared with rage as it emerged from the block of ice. The dark power of its divine dao exploded forth, reducing everything around it to dust.

Dongfang Zhuangshi narrowed his eyes. “Looks like things won’t be so easy to take care of here. The Ghost Tribe are extremely proficient at using the laws of heaven and earth here to their advantage. The closer a being is to death, the more their power will be enhanced. Based on this, one could cultivate special cultivation methods in order to maximize one’s strength.

“For example, this severely wounded Ghost Tribe mighty figure would be even more powerful than it had been at full health.”

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure glared at Dongfang Zhuangshi with a pair of resentful, crimson eyes. “It was you! You diverted my Stare of the Death God… Who the hell are you?!”

Dongfang Zhuangshi adopted a harmless expression. “I was just passing through and accidentally stumbled upon your battle. If you let me go, I promise I won’t interfere with your battle.”

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s expression shifted minutely. The middle-aged man before it looked quite powerful. If possible, it did not want to make too many enemies.

“Alright, then you…” It was just about to let him go when a sense of familiarity suddenly welled up in its heart. “Wait! This presence…”

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure stared at Dongfang Zhuangshi in shock. “You’re the person the Divine Bat Emperor is looking for!”

Its eyes widened in astonishment.

Dongfang Zhuangshi: “…”

Never would the Ghost Tribe mighty figure have thought that the attack it had unleashed toward its enemy would inexplicably strike the mighty figure the Divine Bat Emperor was looking for.

It immediately pulled out its voice transmission talisman without hesitation.

Right at this moment, a crimson light flashed past Dongfang Zhuangshi’s eyes and space suddenly twisted.

Boom!

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure was caught off guard, and its voice transmission talisman shattered.

Dongfang Zhuangshi massaged his brows with vexation. “I knew it. I knew that divine bat bastard would recruit the help of the Opposite Shore Realm mighty figures to try and hunt me down. My cover has been blown again, sigh…”

“Demonic Blood Kirin, it IS you!” The Ghost Tribe mighty figure pulled out a plate-like transmission device as the power of the divine dao around its body created a protective barrier.

Crimson light flashed through Dongfang Zhuangshi’s crimson eyes again, and the twisted space was even able to tear apart its divine dao barrier before shattering the plate-like device in its hand.

Boom!

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure’s plate-like device exploded.

“Sigh, why can’t you recognize the disparity between our power levels? Congratulations, you’ve made another powerful enemy.” Dongfang Zhuangshi shook his head with a resigned expression.

The Ghost Tribe mighty figure: “…”

Dongfang Zhuangshi turned to Meng Zhi with a warm smile. “Greetings, beautiful woman, may I have the honor of fighting with you get rid of that Ghost Tribe mighty figure?”

Meng Zhi nodded as a vibrant smile appeared on her face. “The honor is all mine.”

An enemy of the enemy was a friend.

Thus, under some rather inexplicable circumstances, Dongfang Zhuangshi and Meng Zhi became allies in battle.