章 115: I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

An Lin's mind was completely adrift, a look of incredulity appearing on his face.

"Xiao Hong, come here and slap me in the face with all your strength!" He felt as if he definitely hadn't woken up yet.

Xiao Hong made her way toward him as per request. One of her green leaves whistled through the air before making contact with An Lin's face.

Slap!

A terrifying amount of power was transferred into An Lin's face, the force of the slap sending him flying like a cannonball, straight through one wall before tumbling into the adjacent room…

"Cough, cough… Holy f*ck, Xiao Hong, are you trying to f*cking kill me?" An Lin exclaimed angrily whilst massaging his red and swollen cheek.

"Ah… sorry, master. Xiao Hong was not aware of the extent of her strength." Xiao Hong ran to An Lin in a panic.

"Alright, whatever, you just broke through so it's understandable that you can't control your strength yet."