Fake cultivation could conceal one's true cultivation, and even hide one's true identity.
This function had other uses too. For instance, if one knew what martial art an enemy in reality had cultivated, one could buy a fake version here and get a feel for it first. Wouldn't that mean winning three-tenths of the battle before it even began?
If one used it more insidiously, one could perfectly replicate an enemy's martial arts, swagger through the streets under that enemy's name and appearance, acting overbearing and beating up anyone one saw. Wouldn't that make the enemy famous across the four seas, with blame falling from the heavens?
Good. What a truly good function!
Just as he was thinking, someone pointed at the sky and cried out, "Look, what's that?!"
A procession of carriages swept through the sky. Riding clouds and mist, it flew at a height of a thousand meters. Maidservants scattered flowers in front, arhats stepped upon alms bowls behind, and thirty-six bare-backed strongmen carried an enormous sedan chair in the middle.
Light gauze drifted from all four sides of the sedan chair. There seemed to be someone inside, embracing one person to the left and another to the right as he indulged in wild merriment, yet the figure was hazy and impossible to see clearly. All anyone could see was vast golden light radiating in every direction, accompanied by bursts of Buddhist chants and wafts of fragrant wind.
At first glance, the scene looked sacred. At a second glance, however, it revealed much demonic strangeness and monstrous nature that could not be concealed.
A newbie narrowed his eyes, concealing the chill in them. "I wonder which clan's demon brat is swaggering through the streets. If we meet another day, I'll have to test his mettle."
Another person shook