I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 775: What’s Wrong with Da Bai?


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Chapter 775: What’s Wrong with Da Bai?

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Bei Lian was in a good mood after being selected as a core disciple, and she ran over to An Lin.

“Sect Leader An Lin, please look after me in the future!” Bei Lian said happily.

An Lin smiled warmly. “Do your best and cultivate earnestly. My disciple is from the Primordial Dragon Tribe, and his inheritance is very authentic. It’s not like the incomplete inheritance that the Dragon Court of the Eastern Seas has, where you still need to figure it out for yourself.”

Something that An Lin said caught Bei Lian’s attention. “Hang on! What did you just say? Your disciple? Who’s your disciple? Don’t tell me…” Bei Lian’s eyes widened in shock.

“My disciple, Xiao Ze.” An Lin pointed toward Xiao Ze and chuckled. “Only my friends know of this secret. I haven’t made our relationship public. How’s that? Are you surprised? Are you shocked?”

Bei Lian’s body swayed slightly, and she stared at An Lin in disbelief.

She took a deep breath. “Are you teasing me?”

“Master! Should I take the core disciples to the Dragon Pavilion and brief them on the things that they need to be aware of in this sect?” At this moment, Xiao Ze walked over cheerily.

“M-hm, go ahead.” An Lin waved his hand in approval.

Bei Lian’s delicate pink lips were slightly agape as she dazedly stared at the scene before her. She felt that this was completely absurd.

Xiao Ze was her master.

And An Lin was Xiao Ze’s master…

Then didn’t that mean… An Lin was her grandmaster?!

Surprising?

This was f*cking terrifying!

Bei Lian clutched her chest. She felt like a herd of alpacas was storming through her heart.

She gazed at An Lin sulkily. She didn’t speak, and she silently labeled him as a bully in her mind.

What happened to move forward together? How come you’ve suddenly become my grandmaster?

Bei Lian couldn’t describe her feelings right now.

She felt a bit aggrieved as she followed Xiao Ze to the Dragon Pavilion and listened to him introduce her to this sect.

After a day, the normal disciple selection trial also came to an end.

The elimination rate was much lower this time, and three thousand of the five thousand trial-takers passed.

However, the five thousand people all appeared listless. It was as though they had faced endless amounts of torture and been sucked dry. Some cultivators who had passed the trial started laughing in joy. However, their laughter sounded more bitter than weeping.

“What on earth did they experience?” An Lin was astounded.

Xuanyuan Cheng shook his head. “No idea. I heard Sister Bai Ling say that this trial tested them on their overall abilities. Anyhow, they were thrown into a black box that mimicked all kinds of environments. It was an exploration of their personality or something…”

“It sounds so profound, woof!” Da Bai’s face was a picture of curiosity.

“Da Bai, it looks like you want to test it out?” An Lin chuckled.

A look of undecidedness emerged on Da Bai’s face. After all, no one would seek to torture themselves. However, the question of what lay inside that black box was especially intriguing.

The more unknown something was, the more alluring and intriguing it would become.

Moreover, a dog’s curiosity was boundless…

As the proverb says, curiosity killed the dog!

Bai Ling completed her job and walked over.

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“Big Sister Bai, what’s in that box? Woof!” Da Bai glanced at Bai Ling and pounced over curiously. He stuck his tongue out and wagged it around.

“Not telling.” Bai Ling smiled mysteriously. “If you want to know, I can let you experience it for yourself.”

Da Bai wagged his large, white tail hesitantly.

He still had a vivid recollection of the hollow expressions on those cultivators’ faces. It was as though they had experienced something especially harrowing.

“Da Bai, some of the trial-takers were only of the Dao Body Stages, and there were even a few mortals! Yet even they made it through! How can you, a beast of the Half-Step Soul Formation Stage, cower and be afraid?” An Lin egged Da Bai on.

“I’ll go, woof!”

Da Bai gritted his teeth and finally came to a decision.

“Go, Da Bai!” An Lin cheered.

Of course he wouldn’t tell Da Bai that he could actually ask those three thousand cultivators…

Go, Da Bai, go!

Da Bai appeared valiant and spirited as he walked over.

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Under Bai Ling’s guidance, Da Bai entered the black cube.

An Lin and the others chit-chatted as they awaited Da Bai’s return.

“Bai Ling, What on earth is in there?” An Lin asked.

Bai Ling’s eyes squinted into a smile. “Not telling. I can give you a little hint though. He’ll discover the value of his dog life in there.”

An Lin: “…”

That sounds so scary…

Bai Ling’s fame as a professional trial designer was there for everyone to see. A chill shot down An Lin’s spine when he heard her mention “the value of his dog life”.

One hour later.

An opening appeared on the pitch-black box, and a white figure stepped out into their view.

The white figure swayed from side to side as it slowly walked out of the box.

Da Bai’s tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes were hazy and unfocused. Drool dribbled down his chin.

An Lin was stupefied. He hasn’t gone f*cking nuts, has he?

This trial definitely had nothing to do with cultivation bases. Thus, Da Bai’s symptoms were even worse than normal people!

“Da Bai! How are you feeling?!” An Lin turned pale with fright as he dashed to Da Bai’s side.

Da Bai ignored An Lin’s question and continued shaking his head. Then, he suddenly gave a retarded laugh. “What’s filiality? What’s love?”

An Lin: “…”

An Lin turned to Bai Ling. “What on earth did he experience?”

Da Bai suddenly raised his head. “Life is more than the trivial matters of the present.”

An Lin looked at Da Bai. “There should be poetry and the far afield?1

Da Bai fell silent.

“There are also indecipherable poems and unreachable destinations?” An Lin continued.

Da Bai wiped the drool off his chin and chuckled retardedly. “There’s also the retarded dog before you.”

An Lin: “…”

Life is more than the trivial matters of present, there is also the retarded dog before you?

An Lin turned toward Bai Ling and said expressionlessly, “So this is what you meant by ‘discovering the value of his dog life’?”

Xu Xiaolan also wore a pained expression. “Why do I feel like Da Bai is starting to question his dog life? He hasn’t turned retarded, right…”

Everyone looked toward Bai Ling.

Bai Ling: “…”

She finally gave in under the intense pressure of their gazes. “Fine. I let Da Bai experience the ups and downs of a dog’s life in that black box!

“In that one hour, he was able to experience an entire lifetime. He experienced everything that a dog should experience, and I also received data regarding his performance…”

“What data?” An Lin asked in a panic.

“The data said that…” Bai Ling glanced at Da Bai. “Da Bai isn’t a qualified dog!”

An Lin: “…”

Everyone: “…”

“This… What does this have to do with him becoming like this?” An Lin asked with great difficulty.

Bai Ling sighed. “He doesn’t want to be a dog, yet he experienced an entire lifetime as a dog. Would you go insane, or would you find it enjoyable?”

They were all baffled. This… they had no reply!

An Lin walked over and caressed Da Bai’s head sympathetically. “So, this is the after-effect of him being forced to live like a normal dog for a lifetime? That’s why he became abnormal?”

Bai Ling massaged her brows. “Yes.”

Su Qianyun blinked her bright blue eyes. “The abnormal Da Bai was forced to become normal, so he’s become an abnormal version of his abnormal self?” she said in her mellow voice.

Liu Qianhuan tapped her chin with her fingers. “That sounds so roundabout.”

“Da Bai! Wake up!” An Lin didn’t want to deal with anything else; he just wanted his normal Da Bai back! He didn’t want this retarded Da Bai!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

After several solid slaps, a sinister smile suddenly spread across Da Bai’s face.

An Lin was overjoyed. He thought that the old Da Bai had finally returned.

Before he could even celebrate, Da Bai had already started mumbling, “I… I f*cked a dog… Hehe… Waah… Why did I f*ck a dog? What did I do wrong? Waah…”

Da Bai suddenly burst into loud sobs. His wails were hoarse and anguished.

An Lin: “…”

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