I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Chapter 1230 – Don’t Mess With Sword Spirit Little Xie

“This idiot just called me a ghost. Can I cut him down?” Little Xie spoke expressionlessly.

“Don’t do it! Calm down, Little Xie. He’s only petrified from fear! He’ll recover with time!” An Lin dissuaded in a panicked voice as he gripped tightly onto Little Xie’s soft, little hand.

He knew very well that with Little Xie’s violent temper, there was a good chance she would actually attack Sun Yuluo if he didn’t stop her.

“Wait, did you just call her Little Xie? You know her?” Sun Yuluo’s eyes widened.

Little Xie glared coldly at Sun Yuluo and did not say anything.

At this moment, Zhao Siming and the others had also gathered around Sun Yuluo, and all of them were looking at the adorable little girl before them with curiosity in their eyes.

“Of course I know her.” An Lin indicated to the sword in his hand with a smile on his face. “She’s the sword spirit of my Evil-Slaying Sword, and her name is Little Xie.”

Everyone instantly fell silent upon hearing this.

All of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples stared blankly at Little Xie with wide eyes.

“A sword spirit… A sword spirit that has successfully materialized a spirit body!”

“My God! If we don’t count the sword spirit that ran away, there are only two swords with sword spirits in our entire sect, both of which are owned by the sect leader and the grand elder…”

“They nurtured those swords for countless years before they finally successfully nurtured their spirits. Who would have thought that An Lin would possess a sword spirit at such a young age?”

“And it’s such an adorable sword spirit! I’m so envious right now!!”

All of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples stared at Little Xie with scorching light in their eyes. Some of them even had drool running down the corners of their mouths.

What was the biggest dream of a sword immortal?

Aside from cultivation-related dreams, ninety-nine percent of sword immortals’ biggest dream would be to own a sword spirit! A sword spirit was much more precious than any beast pets or treasures!

Little Xie tugged on An Lin’s hand before speaking in a tender, yet cold voice, “These guys look like horny b*stards that are even more disgusting than you.”

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples: “…”

An Lin: “…”

She had just insulted everyone here with that sentence.

Sun Yuluo made his way over to An Lin with excitement etched on his face. “Sword Immortal An Lin, your sword spirit is so adorable! My idol is the best! Not only do you have a sword spirit, but it’s also such a pleasant and adorable one!”

Sun Yuluo sucked up to An Lin relentlessly before his words headed down a different path. “… Can I hug your adorable sword spirit?”

“F*ck off!”

Little Xie immediately yelled before An Lin had a chance to say anything.

A dazzling burst of inky-black sword intent exploded from Little Xie’s palm before striking Sun Yuluo on the chest.

Sun Yuluo felt as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer, and his chest caved in as a violent, tearing sensation spread throughout his entire body. He threw up a mouthful of blood as he flew over a kilometer through the air.

“Gasp…” The other six Heavenly Sword Sect disciples all drew sharp intakes of breath upon seeing this. So this sword spirit was dead serious about attacking Sun Yuluo! Weren’t they supposed to be friends?!

An Lin massaged his brows with a speechless expression. Little Xie dared to attack even her master, so it was no wonder Sun Yuluo had been attacked, especially as he was asking for it…

Other people were usually struck by how adorable Little Xie was and wanted to touch her or pinch her chubby cheeks, but this guy was going above and beyond by asking for a hug! An Lin would have been surprised if Little Xie was able to hold herself back after that…

“What a superb sword intent!” Zhao Siming’s expression shifted again as he detected extremely pure and powerful sword intent from Little Xie’s attack.

All of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples repressed the urge to do anything out of line.

Sun Yuluo was friends with An Lin, but he was still attacked by the sword spirit. How would anyone else dare to do anything?

“By the way, why are you all here?” An Lin turned to Zhao Siming and the others.

Zhao Siming faltered for a moment, as if he was hesitating about something.

Xue Shan pulled out a blue disc before offering an explanation.

“We’re going in whichever direction this disc is pointing to. It can point out which direction has the densest yin energy…”

An Lin was enlightened upon hearing this. That made sense.

The Heavenly Sword Sect ancient sword that had nurtured a spirit was a yin-type sword, so it would prefer to stay in places where yin energy was abundant. That disc could be said to be the ideal tool for finding the ancient sword.

However, An Lin wasn’t envious toward them. After all, Da Bai’s nose was much more effective than that disc!

“I’m sorry, Master Sword Spirit Little Xie, I should not have been so rude.” Sun Yuluo flew over from afar, and he offered an apology with deathly pale features as he clasped a hand over his chest.

Little Xie pouted upon hearing this, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she sprang into the Evil-Slaying Sword again.

“Seeing as everything has been taken care of here, let’s keep going.” An Lin rode on Da Bai’s back and continued on toward the inky-black mountain in the distance.

He was looking for the blood-erupting mountain, so he wasn’t going to stay in this city for no reason.

Xue Shan pulled out her disc to discover that it was also pointing to that very same mountain up ahead.

She turned to look at Zhao Siming and the others to find that her awkward expression was mirrored on everyone’s face.

Thus, the six Heavenly Sword Sect disciples also flew toward that mountain.

An Lin’s head throbbed as he turned to look at his impromptu entourage.

Xue Shan and the others were also quite depressed. They really wanted to explain to An Lin that they weren’t following him. This was the direction the disc was pointing to, so they had no choice!

The mountain outside the city was over ten thousand meters tall, and mountain ranges extended into the distance on either side of it.

Da Bai could sense extremely dense yin energy from the summit of the mountain, so he decided to fly up there first.

On the way there, Sun Yuluo made his way over to them again.

“Sword Immortal An Lin, how did your Evil-Slaying Sword nurture a sword spirit?” he asked with a curious expression.

“I’m not telling you.” An Lin rolled his eyes.

“Then, Sword Immortal An Lin, where did you get your sword from? It looks like an extraordinary sword, so it must have extraordinary origins!” Sun Yuluo continued.

An Lin’s face darkened. “Are you physically unable to shut up?”

Sun Yuluo’s words faltered, and he finally lost the courage to speak after taking a look at the menacing Evil-Slaying Sword.

They continued flying toward the summit of the mountain.

As they drew closer and closer, An Lin was already starting to get a little disappointed. It was clear that this wasn’t the blood-erupting mountain as there wasn’t even an opening for the blood to erupt from.

That’s right, the summit of the mountain comprised entirely of inky-black rocks.

There wasn’t even a tiny little hole, so where was the blood supposed to erupt from?

The two of them landed on the summit.

“There’s nothing here, so why is the yin energy here so dense?” An Lin’s brows furrowed.

“I can feel something here. Perhaps it’s inside the mountain, woof!” Da Bai activated the power of his domain and slashed a deep trench into the mountain with his claws.

To everyone’s surprise, the entire mountain began to termor violently as the massive trench appeared!

Zhao Siming’s expression shifted drastically. “Be careful, everyone!”

A cavernous mouth suddenly opened up at the center of the mountain.

Within the massive mouth, red liquid gushed forth.

“Pfff!!”

Red liquid surged through the sky like a turbulent waterfall, creating an extremely grand spectacle.

The mountain was erupting blood!