I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin suddenly felt like Gods of Creation weren’t all that special.

After all, there was one standing right beside him.

Hmm… and she was his beast pet too.

This notion instantly piled a lot of pressure onto him.

Tina was already so bad*ss, but her owner was still a noob. What was he going to do?

An Lin knew that there was no comparison between the two of them. Even if he worked hard for another ten thousand years, it would still be impossible for him to reach the God of Creation level. Not only would he require aptitude and power to reach that level, but he would also have to grab onto an extremely rare opportunity.

With that in mind, he completely abandoned any thoughts of comparing himself to Tina. He should just hang onto Tina’s coattails and cheer her on from there!

Tina took him to another beach on the newly-made continent and released another few thousand Heavenly Turtle eggs before summoning their Return to Void Stage High Priest, Gui Wen, and transforming him into a statue as well as prohibiting him from regaining mobility unless his tribe was in severe danger.

“Hmm… we’re up to the Dragon Tribe next. How about we put them in the sea? Should I build some underwater houses for them? What type of houses do they even like? Aiyah… There’s so much to think about,” Tina grumbled.

“There’s no need to build houses, just create an underwater basin for them,” An Lin suggested.

Thus, based on An Lin’s suggestion, the home of the Dragon Tribe was constructed in the form of a massive, crude hole in the seabed…

The Dragon Tribe’s “Patriarch” statue was a Return to Void Stage mighty figure by the name of Ao Chen.

“It’s time for the Stone Tribe now. I’ve found a good place for these rock golems too.” Tina chuckled.

The Stone Tribe? An Lin’s brows furrowed slightly.

All these tribes were so familiar with no duplicates, and on top of that…

“Little Na, can I ask which mighty figures the remaining balls of light are from.”

“They are Holy Leader Feng Yue from the Stone Tribe, the Flowery Night Monarch from the Dark Wing Tribe, Holy Monarch Wu Zhe from the Holy Martial Clan, Dream Spirit Snake from the Snake Spirit Clan, the Sword Sparrow Immortal from the Vermilion Bird Tribe, and the Poison Fiendcelestial from the True Demon Tribe. Why did you ask, Giant An Lin?” Tina asked with a curious expression.

“It’s just as I thought…” An Lin’s brows knitted together in deep thought as he mumbled, “Could it be a coincidence? Why are nine out the ten of them Realm-Guardian Tribes?”

“What are the ten Realm-Guardian Tribes?” Tina was confused.

An Lin proceeded to give her a detailed recount of the events that had transpired within the Shou Yang Tomb.

Tina’s eyes widened in shock after hearing his recount. “My God! What a coincidence? But why isn’t there a Void Spirit Tribe mighty figure?”

An Lin massaged his brows. “How would I know? Maybe we cut them off before they had the chance to abduct one?”

“Ahhh…” Tina felt like she was about to go crazy. “I want to abduct a Void Spirit Tribe mighty figure so badly now! My obsessive-compulsive disorder is killing me!”

An Lin could only shrug with a resigned expression as he waited for Tina to calm her emotions before the two of them set off again.

They came to a dense mountain range before releasing a few thousand Stone Tribe eggs.

Immediately after that, Tina created a floating island in the air before placing a few thousand Dark Wing Tribe eggs there.

An Lin was a little confused. “Aren’t the Dark Wing Tribe mammals? Shouldn’t they be born directly from their mother’s bodies? Why are we still using eggs for them?”

Tina replied with a smile, “The eggs serve the same function as the ovaries, in that they can protect and nurture the creatures within. I can use them to produce the first generation of the Dark Wing Tribe, and they can just resume their normal reproductive patterns in the generations thereafter.”

An Lin had no reply to that. What else could he say? Tina could literally do whatever she wanted here.

After that, they found a spiritual lake where they left Snake Spirit Clan eggs. They found a mountain peak covered by cloud and mist to leave the Holy Martial Clan eggs. They found a forest of gargantuan trees in the south to leave the Vermilion Bird Tribe eggs, and they found a black continent in the west where the winds were like fierce blades and mutant beasts thrived to leave the True Demon Tribe eggs.

“All done! Now it’s up to them to survive!” Tina clapped her hands together with anticipation and excitement in her eyes.

“Take care that they don’t get forced into extinction by the dinosaurs,” An Lin teased.

“Hmph.” Tina pouted in an adorable display before replying, “No one’s going into extinction if I have anything to do with it.”

An Lin’s lips twitched. “You sure are a good God of Creation.”

“Of course!” Tina chuckled as she snapped her fingers to accelerate time once again. “Let’s see how they develop from here.”

Nine different images appeared in the air as she spoke. The imaged displayed all nine tribes for An Lin to see.

Soon, the first batch of highly-intelligent creatures began to hatch into this world.

An Lin looked at all the nine tribes in their infantile state to find that the most adorable ones were the Vermilion Bird Tribe.

The infantile vermilion birds had soft, white feathers, giving them the appearance of balls of cotton. There were also wisps of golden flames enveloping their bodies, and their big eyes were particularly bright and exuberant, which gave him the urge to cup them in his hands.

The so-called Vermilion Bird Tribe didn’t actually consist of vermilion birds. They were only flying creatures with the bloodline of the vermilion bird in their bodies.

An Lin didn’t know how many creatures were left on Tai Chu Continent that had the bloodline of the vermilion bird coursing through their veins, but he could see from the pure, holy flames revolving around the infantile Vermilion Bird Tribe creatures of this world that their vermilion bird bloodline was extremely pure.

“Oh, right, Giant An Lin, what do the Vermilion Bird Tribe usually eat?” Tina asked with curiosity.

An Lin hesitated momentarily before replying, “Hmm… I’m not really sure myself, but most birds eat bugs, right?”

Tina clapped her hands together as her eyes lit up. “That makes sense!”

Thus, the infantile vermilion birds who normally consumed the flames of heaven and earth as a food source were forced to eat the bugs provided to them by their mighty God of Creation instead…

The aforementioned infantile vermilion birds were the most adorable among the nine tribes.

Now moving on to the ugliest tribe—the Dragon Tribe.

The infantile Dragon Tribe creatures had not grown scales yet, and their fleshy bodies squirmed in the water as if they were a bunch of thick worms…

Tina shuddered delicately with disgust upon seeing this.

Thus, Tina and An Lin teleported to where the Vermilion Bird Tribe was located.

In a huge bird’s nest atop a gargantuan tree, there were many adorable baby vermilion birds.

The two of them each cradled a baby bird in their hands as they played with them joyfully.

An Lin gently caressed a baby vermilion bird’s head to find that its feathers were smooth and soft while the golden flames revolving around its body were only a little warm to the touch.

“Chirp chirp chirp…” the baby vermilion bird chirped anxiously.

“Hey! You shouldn’t stroke them like that; watch how I do it,” Tina suddenly said.

An Lin looked in her direction to see that she was stroking a baby vermilion bird in a certain direction and exerting a consistent level of force with her hands. The baby vermilion bird narrowed its eyes with bliss and chirped with joy.

A vibrant smile appeared on her face as she stroked the adorable baby bird. The image of the gorgeous woman in a white dress caressing a cute little bird seemed to epitomize all that was peaceful and good in this, and An Lin couldn’t help but stare in appreciation.

Since fairies had a strong connection with all lifeforms of the world, An Lin was not surprised that she would know how to stroke a vermilion bird. However, he did heave an internal sigh of emotion. That baby vermilion bird could probably boast to everyone for the rest of its life that it was once held by the God of Creation of this world.

As for the Dragon Tribe…

F*ck that! No one would want to hug an oversized worm! Just let them soak in the water!