I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin was filled with sincere emotion as he finished singing the song.

There was no need for spectacular skills, and there was no need for him to infuse his Dao Realm. The song in and of itself was a perfect match for this world.

The song finished.

Everything returned to normal.

There was the magnificent and extravagant Red Ink Tavern that seemed like it would stand on this continent forever.

There was the warm and beautiful flicker of the lanterns.

There was also the uncontrollable sobbing audience, as well as the red-eyed Gu Qiu.

An Lin bowed toward the audience.

The audience replied with applause.

“Thank you,” the Red Empress said softly.

“No, thank you. You allowed me to witness the most spectacular art and culture of the Ancient Tai Chu Realm,” An Lin replied softly.

“You know everything?” the Red Empress asked in slight surprise.

An Lin pointed at the peculiar floral wreath on his head and said with a smile, “Didn’t you actively tell me?”

“I only tried my luck because I saw that you were quite unique. Those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don’t will simply treat it as a beautiful piece of artwork,” the Red Empress replied with a smile.

An Lin knew that the Red Empress was already aware that he was a being from the Tai Chu Continent.

The floral wreath on his head possessed an eternal power that was specifically used for holding some information. This was information regarding art and culture. This floral wreath was like a USB that could hold an enormous amount of information. This was an incredibly valuable USB that recorded the existence of this broken world and civilization.

An Lin’s performance had finished.

Warm applause reverberated around the theatre again.

However, no one cheered this time.

They weren’t willing to damage this peculiar atmosphere and emotion.

An Lin slowly left the stage to the sound of this warm applause.

At this moment, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

An Lin turned around, only to see that Gu Qiu had quietly followed him over. There was a slight blush on her gentle and beautiful face.

“That um… Dabao, I want to make a request. ”

She wore a slightly uneasy expression as she looked at An Lin.

“Please go on, Gu Qiu,” An Lin said with a carefree expression.

“The song you sang just then was very good.

“So… can I use that song to compose a character?”

There was a hint of eagerness in Gu Qiu’s clear and limpid eyes as she looked at An Lin.

An Lin faltered slightly. Use a song to compose a word? Was that even possible?

“Is that a no?” Gu Qiu felt slightly disappointed as she looked at An Lin’s expression.

“Of course you can,” An Lin replied with a smile.

Gu Qiu finally smiled upon hearing this. “Thank you.”

An Lin hadn’t imagined that the Red Ink Tavern would be so sensitive regarding the copyright of artistic works. Gu Qiu didn’t want to cover the song, and she merely wanted to compose a word using the song as an inspiration. Yet, she had still come over to ask for his permission.

This minor detail caused An Lin to like the Red Ink Tavern even more.

“Brother Dabao, you actually did it! You successfully achieved everything that you claimed you would! From now on, I’m going to become your loyal fan!” Ying Bao was brimming with excitement as she jogged up beside An Lin.

“I never boast or exaggerate. After all, I’m already so badass to begin with,” An Lin said with a smile.

Ying Bao shot a glare at An Lin before scolding, “Brother Dabao, don’t say such dirty words¹! You’re an artist now, so you have to consider your image!”

An Lin smiled and remained silent. He didn’t feel the burden of an idol at all.

After all, he had already been painted as a god in the Tai Chu Continent, yet he still lived his life carefree and as he desired.

In any case, people would praise his movements to be graceful and elegant even if he were to pick his nose on the streets. They would say that he possessed an exceptional mindset of not excessively caring about the little things.

At this moment, the performers in the backstage all rushed over to warmly congratulate him.

Rather than seeking a closer connection as they had before, the performers were now treating An Lin with much more respect. They were afraid that An Lin might seek revenge on those who displeased him.

With An Lin’s status, which of the performers couldn’t he suppress? Of course, this was with the exception of the main drawcards. One had to realize that many of these performers had treated An Lin coldly before. In fact, some of them had even mocked or ridiculed him.

Among them, Jin Feihong’s underlings had even abused and tried to humiliate An Lin before. This was a huge f*cking deal. What was the fate for abusing and humiliating the main drawcards? They couldn’t help but tremble with fear. Right now, all they could do was suck up to An Lin as much as they could… or hide in the corner and shiver uncontrollably.

An Lin naturally wouldn’t pay any attention to them.

They were nothing more than a bunch of small fries. Thus, seeking revenge on them would be akin to degrading himself.

“Red Empress, when I first arrived, Jin Feihong and his lackeys came along to beat and humiliate me! You’ve got to deliver justice!” An Lin was wearing an anxious expression as he pointed at several people in front of him.

“Oh? Is that so?” the Red Empress asked after faltering for a moment.

Jin Feihong instantly went weak at the knees. “That’s not true! Red Empress, I simply threatened Liu Dabao a bit! However, I definitely didn’t beat him!”

“You actually dared to threaten a main drawcard of the Red Ink Tavern?” the Red Empress said as she raised her brow.

Jin Feihong: “???”

Meanwhile, Jin Feihong’s underlings were scared sh*tless as they fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness.

The other trainees and drawcards all started to announce that they had no relations with Jin Feihong. In fact, some of them even started to kick him while he was down.

Just like that, the Red Empress ordered for Jin Feihong and his underlings to be taken away.

Liu Dabao was a main drawcard of the Red Ink Tavern. Moreover, he was a main drawcard with a limitless future. Thus, those who dared to offend him could only suffer a miserable fate, even if they were a top-notch drawcard. The Red Empress helped An Lin exact an act of small revenge.

An Lin felt extremely refreshed and carefree.

Jin Feihong had bullied and suppressed heavens know how many performers before him. If An Lin hadn’t been so talented, he would have become the next victim of that b*stard. Thus, Jin Feihong being punished could be regarded as a delightful event!

At this moment, commotion suddenly swept through the backstage again.

A majestic voice boomed over.

“The White Emperor is arriving!”

Immediately afterward, a chubby man from the Dragon Tribe casually strolled over.

Beside him was his son who had just shouted “The White Emperor is arriving”.

The White Emperor was the Regional Leader of the sixth region, and his arrival instantly caused the performers to become tense and nervous.

The chubby man from the Dragon Tribe haughtily strode up to the beautiful woman in the red dress just like that. Only then did he slightly bow in respect and say, “Red Empress.”

The Red Empress returned the greeting, “White Emperor, for what reason have you come here?”

Before the White Emperor could even reply, his son had already pointed at Su Chan and said in excitement, “I want to take her as my mistress! Please accept my request, Red Empress!”

Everyone was astonished upon hearing this.

Meanwhile, Su Chan could barely maintain her aloof expression. She couldn’t help but stumble back.

“This…” The Red Empress wore an expression of reluctance.

“What’s wrong? Su Chan isn’t a main drawcard, so what’s the Red Empress worried about? Rest assured, she’ll be like a fish leaping over the dragon gate¹ if she marries into the Bai Clan. We definitely won’t mistreat her,” the White Emperor said.

An Lin blinked upon hearing this. He then couldn’t help but grumble, “She’s already a member of the dragon tribe, so why does she need to leap over the dragon gate?”

The performers were startled upon hearing this. Liu Dabao actually dared to talk back to the White Emperor?!

The White Emperor immediately turned to look at An Lin.

At this moment, his son pointed at An Lin and shouted in excitement, “Father, I also want to take him as a chef! I want to take him even if he’s a main drawcard! His dishes are far too delicious!”

An Lin smiled coldly and said, “Little fatty, don’t always think about eating. Look at your spherical body. It’s time to lose some weight.”

“You actually dared to call me a fatty?!” The chubby dragon was enraged upon hearing An Lin’s words. “Do you know who I am? Being able to cook for me is your great honor!”

An Lin shot a cold glare at the chubby dragon before shaking his head and saying, “You’re not worthy.”