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Chapter 2714 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 10)
"Wow!" Many female students in the classroom had their eyes wide with amazement, their faces filled with undisguised infatuation.

Xi Ning glanced at it casually, then looked away.

She was just so-so. She was considered good-looking among mortals, but compared to the gods she had seen, she was worlds apart, like the difference between a galaxy and a heaven.

Even in other cultivation worlds, he would only be considered average, only good enough to fool the naive young girls in this world.

There's no way around it; the spiritual energy in this plane is pitifully thin, and the cultivators lack the necessary foundation to cultivate such ethereal and otherworldly figures.

"Professor Ye, what brings you here?" The professor of the Internal Alchemy course greeted him with a beaming smile.

Professor Ye? Xi Ning almost burst out laughing. Another common protagonist surname. It seems that even when doing missions, she can't escape these old-fashioned settings.

Professor Ye raised his hand and elegantly twirled a strand of long hair that fell over his shoulder, a gesture that was both graceful and dignified.

This caused the girls in the classroom to blush and their hearts to race again. Many of them secretly covered their burning cheeks with their textbooks, while their eyes peeked at the top of the textbooks.

His gaze swept casually across the classroom before he asked, "Which one of you is Jiang Luoyi?"

Well, the original owner's name is a bit old-fashioned.

She sounds like a female lead or an important supporting female character, but how come the original owner was so weak? Not only did she die early in the previous story, but no one even came to save her. It's such a waste of such a good name.

"It's me!" Xi Ning obediently raised her hand, her face showing just the right amount of bewilderment.

Looking at the somewhat honest and reserved girl, Professor Ye's gaze held a clear hint of disdain: "What are you doing, a mere banner cultivator, signing up for something?"

Xi Ning blinked, perfectly capturing the clear yet foolish look in a college student's eyes: "Is there a rule in the competition that Fan Xiu can't register?"

Professor Ye was speechless. There was indeed no such rule in the regulations, but the danger of demonic cultivators was well known. Therefore, the competition was divided into righteous and evil arenas, with righteous students competing against righteous cultivators and demonic cultivators competing against each other.

He paused, then reorganized his words: "The danger of banner cultivation is too great. Students from other majors can be healed if they are injured, but once a banner cultivator takes a soul, it is very difficult to save them. Therefore, students majoring in banner cultivation are aware of their own limitations and never participate in the competition."

Even poison cultivators can be unharmed as long as they take the antidote in time or expel the toxins with their internal energy. Only when a banner cultivator takes someone away is it extremely difficult to save them.

Xi Ning blinked again, looking completely innocent: "So?"

The baby didn't explain what "there's no way to save him" meant.

As I've said before, if you take half a bowl of your heart's blood and pour it into your body's mouth within half an hour, your soul and body can reconnect.

Even if I said it now, the person in front of me might not listen. Sometimes when people are arrogant, they pretend not to know even if they know the answer. They'll pretend not to hear even if I tell them, and if they're being unreasonable, they'll say, "I won't listen, I won't listen."

Professor Ye's brows furrowed deeply. Why was this girl so stubborn? He'd already gone to such lengths, simply asking her to withdraw and stay out of the competition. He'd come all this way himself; how could she still be so oblivious!

A girl nearby immediately chimed in, her tone condescending and urgent: "Didn't you understand Professor Ye's words? Fan Xiu is so dangerous, he shouldn't have signed up for the competition in the first place. Professor Ye is giving you face, so you should be sensible and withdraw from the competition!"

Xi Ning glanced at her, her face expressionless, and asked in a low, sinister voice, "Are you trying to stop my cultivation and destroy my Dao heart?"

Two heavy accusations were slapped down, both of which were the most taboo crimes for cultivators... Those who obstruct cultivators from killing will be executed, and those who destroy the Dao heart will die!

The girl shivered violently, her mind instantly clearing considerably. When she looked at Professor Ye again, the infatuation in her eyes had faded, replaced by lingering fear, and her gaze became much clearer.

The entire academy was already buzzing with the news of the other party's magical artifacts. It was said that they had taken in three foreign students and even a professor specializing in Qi cultivation.

This matter remains unresolved at the higher levels; there's still no conclusion, and the higher-ups are still discussing what to do.

What if he really got angry and took her in too... The girl turned pale with fright, her lips trembling, and she dared not say another word.

Professor Ye wasn't stupid; seeing this, he understood that Xi Ning was determined not to give him face. If he continued to argue, and she still refused to withdraw from the competition, he would be the one who lost face. He angrily flicked his sleeve and said, "Hmph, you'd better watch yourself!" With that, he turned and left.

As soon as Professor Ye left the classroom, the students all forgot that they were in class and rushed to the door and windows. Gazing at the tall figure riding away on a sword, their eyes were filled with admiration.

"Wow, Professor Ye is so handsome!" A girl wearing braces pressed her hands tightly to her chest, her eyes sparkling, her face full of infatuation.

Xi Ning, who remained seated and unmoved, rolled her eyes dramatically.

How dare you call this handsome? You're just an ignorant mortal who's never seen the world, like a wild boar that's never eaten fine chaff!
As soon as the bell rang, Xi Ning got up to pack her things, intending to go back to her dormitory to try out the skills she had acquired in other dimensions and set up a few defensive formations.

Although we still don't know the full extent of this academy and this plane, we must be wary of others.

In the cultivation worlds she had visited, the strong were always respected, and the weak were merely stepping stones on others' path to advancement; it was best not to be careless.

Even an old horse can stumble, and carelessness can lead to the loss of Jingzhou.

As she passed by the cemetery, she saw that Kui Xiu was still digging diligently.

Several tombs have already been dug up, and amidst the flying dust, bones are scattered all over the ground.

Xi Ning paused, hesitated as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

If you can't dig it up or find it, you'll naturally give up and hurry up to find the puppet again.

However, the corpses in this cemetery were no longer usable; their souls had all been collected into the banner.

Now, the corpses in the graveyard are all empty shells, useless to puppet cultivators. The same goes for ghost cultivators; not a single ghost can be found in this graveyard.

Xining silently shed a tear of sympathy for her fellow demonic cultivator.

From then on, Xining lived a completely solitary life, and wherever she went, there was always no one within ten meters of her.

They've been given the treatment of a great demon cultivator who can leave nothing but barren land within ten meters!
All the students in the college kept their distance from her. Even the usually arrogant foreign students would turn and run away like mice in front of a cat when they saw her.

Who told her to say, "Foreign students aren't respectable; living souls aren't ghosts, so they don't count as murderers."

For three days in a row, not a single living soul had been collected, which worried Xining.

This does not align with the divine persona of someone who is supposed to be dutiful and responsible.

Since there are no conditions here, let's look for them.

If everyone in the academy is keeping a low profile, then why not look outside? There are always some scumbags and degenerates who deserve to be "punished on behalf of heaven."

The outside world is vast, and I want to go out and see it.

But the academy was built in the middle of nowhere, with not a soul in sight for miles around. And she didn't have any magical artifacts that would allow her to make a round trip in half a day and get back to the academy before lights out.

Buying one is too expensive; the original owner is just an ordinary demonic cultivator from an ordinary family who is also receiving scholarships.

Xi Ning stroked her chin and pondered for a moment, then came up with an idea—to apply for a trip.

Hmm, that's a good idea. I'll submit the application after the competition ends in a few days.

Just as she finished planning her cultivation strategy, the vice principal of the demonic cultivation campus sent someone to tell her to go to his office immediately.