wear it lord god

Following the memories of the original owner, Xining arrived at a classroom.

The college follows an educational policy that combines theory and practice. This class is on moral education.

Xining...

Okay, even demonic cultivators need to have the self-cultivation of demonic cultivators.

Hey classmate, you're a puppet cultivator, right? Could you please put away your zombie? It keeps baring its teeth at me, and it's practically drooling.

A dozen or so students from various demonic cultivation majors sat sparsely in the classroom. There was no other way; they were all in the early stages of awakening, and given the bad reputation of demonic cultivation, few were willing to cultivate. They all possessed mixed spiritual roots unwanted by other majors.

A man with a receding hairline, who looked like a professor and whose appearance reassured parents, walked to the podium.

"Everyone should have absorbed the jade slips into their sea of ​​consciousness by now, right? Last time, some people hadn't absorbed them yet. If you commit any offense, or if you haven't absorbed them by the end of this semester, you won't pass the course and won't get your graduation certificate," the professor said earnestly.

The professor nodded only after everyone said they had absorbed it.

"Very good, then let's begin the lesson now. Last time we covered the eleventh lesson: how to avoid conflict and persuade others with reason when encountering righteous disciples."

"Today we'll cover the twelfth lesson: how to preserve evidence to prove you're innocent if the other party is being unreasonable."

Xining...

What kind of bizarre academy is this? What kind of rubbish are they teaching? What good is any of this stuff in real combat?!
Forget about reasoning and preserving evidence. This is a cultivation world, not a society governed by the rule of law.

In the cultivation world, what the strong say goes, and those below the Nascent Soul stage are nothing but ants. Even those at the Foundation Establishment stage are merely stepping stones.

A man with abnormally developed muscles, but a bluish-black complexion and veins that were visible on his skin, appearing even darker black, raised his hand, seemingly a demonic body induced by drugs: "Professor, this information is already in my mind's eye, is it necessary to repeat it again?"

The professor adjusted his glasses: "It's the rule, I have to say it all."

Suddenly, a crow standing to one side spoke up: "Whether you listen or not is your business, but as a school staff member, I have to speak up, otherwise I'll lose my salary and bonuses."

"Whose is this? Whose is this?" the professor asked, embarrassed and annoyed, but no one answered. So he picked up the thermos containing goji berries and started chasing the crow away.

This immediately caused a burst of laughter, and even those who were sleeping on the table were awakened, watching with great interest as the professor chased away the birds.

"Caw, caw~" the crow cawed loudly as it dodged, "You think I want to teach this stuff? Coming to the demonic cultivation world is worse than going to the Joyous Union Sect. Ruyan said she likes someone as mature and steady as me..."

Finally, it flapped its wings and flew away.

Finally chased away, the professor returned, his face flushed and panting. He steadied himself and said, "That bird is talking nonsense. It must be some demonic student trying to frame me. Alright, let's continue the lesson."

Xi Ning was too lazy to listen to the lesson, so she simply lay down on the table, mobilized her spiritual sea, and quickly went through the content entered by the body owner.

Hehe, there are demonic cultivators inside who must abide by current laws and cannot kill or injure people at will.

You can't just kill or injure people at will; what kind of demonic cultivator would that be? Even righteous sects fight amongst themselves over resources. But everything has changed in this world.

There's also a saying that one cannot impersonate a righteous disciple, otherwise one will have to bear all the consequences.

You can't seize resources, you can't lie, you can't do this, you can't do that—is this demonic cultivation? This is practically training model youths.

No wonder the original owner had been cultivating for two months, yet there were only two souls in the banner.

They all use the fulfillment of their wishes as a contract, allowing them to voluntarily enter the human soul banner.

The professor read from the book for ten minutes, and after finishing the lesson, they started chatting. They talked about all sorts of things, rambling on and on.

He boasted about his countless students, some of whom went on to become civil servants or district/county heads. Others claimed to have studied abroad and become managers at Fortune 500 companies. It was all just boasting that you could easily forget.

Ultimately, he was just a mortal without spiritual roots. No one knew how he managed to get a sinecure here and live off retirement.

While listening, Xining fell asleep on the table. She was only woken up when the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth, I heard the professor say, "That's all for today's class. The rest of the time is for self-study. I hope everyone will work hard and achieve good results."

It was only 9:30 when I came out of the classroom. Most students planned to go back to their dorms to play games or go out to work and earn money.

As for demonic cultivators, they're basically just trying to get a diploma so they can take advantage of the recent economic recovery to take civil service exams, postgraduate entrance exams, and newly created government positions.

The main reason is that the admission requirements are low; mixed spiritual roots are sufficient.

Look at that puppet cultivator next to me, a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes. He can only hop half a meter at a time, so he's just a beginner zombie.

The ghost cultivator over there simply summoned two ghosts, and they started playing cards under the locust tree in the grave mound.

That's good; at least he's still on campus. The one who repaired the magic sword has already flown off to a restaurant to chop vegetables.

He even encouraged a puppetry student to work with him.

The student was making a "ghost hand." He said that if he didn't pass the exam, he would already be a regular at the restaurant and could work as a kitchen helper, while also using the "ghost hand" to perform magic tricks.

The only one who worked the hardest to earn money was Demon Body Cultivator, who worked as a bricklayer on construction sites and a deliveryman at a moving company. He said he dared not take too many magic potions, otherwise not only would he become ugly, but he would also easily explode and die.

As they passed the nursery, a potion-making student grabbed a squeaking rat, bigger than a cat, by the tail and roared, "Whose big rat is this? It ate my Five Poison Heartbreak Grass! If you don't lock up your beast properly, I'll take it to make pills!"

The rat struggled fiercely. It was entirely black, with bright red eyes and sharp tusks, resembling more of a small wild boar with a long tail.

"Oh dear, my little red! Let go of my little red!" A male student rushed over, hugged his magical beast tightly, and quickly patted its head to comfort it, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

He then glared angrily and said, "It's just that you ate a few blades of grass, what's there to be angry about?"

"What a load of crap! This is my graduation thesis. If your rats come again, I'll have no choice but to use it to make pills for my assignment! Otherwise, tell me, what am I supposed to use to make pills?"

This is ruining a student's graduation thesis, may it be struck by lightning! So the boy who studied Warcraft softened his tone a bit: "How about this, I'll collect some of what Xiao Hong pulled out for you."

The potion maker was taken aback: "Is it poisonous? I want the poisonous kind, the highly poisonous kind."

"It's definitely poisonous, extremely poisonous. You wait here, I'll go check the sand basin right away."

"Really? As long as it's more poisonous than the Five Poisonous Heartbreak Grass, I'll provide whatever grass it wants to eat from now on."

The matter was resolved peacefully, and everyone was happy.

Xining remained silent.

Forget about the harmonious campus atmosphere; we need to think about how to complete the task.

This task is not easy; it involves the Hundred Soul Banner.

Don't they realize there are only two living souls in the banner right now? A hundred-soul banner, or even a thousand-soul banner, indeed. Haha, they really dare to make such a wish.

Let's browse around and find some material first. (End of Chapter)