wear it lord god

Vice Principal He of the Demon Cultivation Academy is over seventy years old, with white hair and a youthful face. He is privately called "Old Man He" by everyone.

This old man looked like a sage, but he was actually a demonic cultivator.

The righteous path of internal cultivation relies on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to build a foundation, supplemented by rare and precious materials and elixirs for further progress; however, once the word "demonic" is involved, the path becomes completely different, and it begins to carry "demonic nature".

Stealing the yang energy of the living, drawing yin energy from graves, practicing the art of absorbing yin to replenish yang... these are all unorthodox methods, deviant practices that rely on bizarre methods and any means necessary to improve one's cultivation.

Old Mr. He was quite approachable; instead of sitting behind his desk as the vice principal, he went to the sofa next to her and had a heart-to-heart talk with her.

“Xiao Jiang, the teachers and students in the academy have a lot of complaints about you lately. We demonic cultivators have always been the target of everyone's criticism, with countless eyes watching us.” He had a kind smile on his face, looking every bit the patient and persuasive teacher.

Xi Ning was puzzled and curious about which aspect of Old Man He's demonic cultivation he leaned towards. He didn't associate with the Hehuan Sect and had never been involved in any scandals, so he didn't seem like a demonic cultivator; he seemed more like a righteous one.

"I'm not blaming you for taking in those three foreign students, but couldn't you have secretly taken them in afterward?" Old He stroked his white beard that reached his chest, his tone full of disappointment.

Xi Ning was taken aback, then said, "Principal, the academy has surveillance cameras."

Not only are there surveillance systems, but there are even magical artifacts like the Reincarnation Mirror. Not to mention going back in time to see past events, if the research continues, it's possible to see things from past lives.

Old Man He smiled so much his eyes narrowed into slits: "Surveillance equipment can 'malfunction' sometimes. You're a student of my Demon Cultivation Academy, so I can make decisions about that."

Xi Ning instantly understood and gave a thumbs up... As expected of a senior in the demonic cultivation world, he is cunning and wicked, yet so cunning that you can't find any fault with him.

Old Man He continued earnestly, "And that Qi cultivation professor, so be it. Good and evil are inherently irreconcilable. Anyway, he's already disliked me for a long time, so why should we bother with the rules?"

Xining...

After a long pause, Xi Ning tentatively asked, "Principal, I've taken on a professor. Will the school punish me for that?"

"Tch—" Old Man He scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "A Foundation Establishment stage professor actually accepted a Qi Refining stage student as his student, and he still has the nerve to say that? You can't blame anyone else for this. Blame him for his lack of skill. He even dared to fake his cultivation level just to get a professorship."

Xining immediately gave a thumbs up: Principal He, from now on I'll support you!

She had imagined countless possibilities, but she never expected that Old Man He would be so on her side.

“But—” Old Man He’s tone suddenly changed, and he became serious, “You shouldn’t have taken his student.”

"That lad has a single spiritual root, exceptional talent, and his appearance and physique are all top-notch. I originally intended to keep him so that I could possess his body after a hundred years..." Old Man He became more and more heartbroken as he spoke, and accidentally let slip the secret.

He quickly coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, "Ahem, so I can pass on my power to him and help him improve his cultivation and reshape his soul."

Xining...

Well, so this is what they mean by "a thousand wrongs, ten wrongs".

This is a classic case of "I'm passing on my skills to you, but there's a minor side effect—you'll lose your memory and forget who you are."

She quickly adopted a flustered demeanor and humbly apologized, "I'm sorry, Headmaster, I didn't know you not only cared about us demonic cultivators, but also had your sights set on potential orthodox cultivators amidst your busy schedule. Perhaps I could find you someone even more worthy of your nurturing?" She knew perfectly well that Old Man He probably didn't want to become a female cultivator in the future, so she was safe for the time being. But she had to maintain the proper posture, after all, this old man's cultivation level was likely not low, and she couldn't afford to offend him.

Old Man He stroked his beard, his smile growing even more benevolent, like a compassionate elder caring for a younger generation: "Hmm, you're a quick learner! This matter isn't urgent; I have my own plans. But your matter cannot be delayed. Are you really determined to participate in the competition?"

Finally, we got down to business. Xi Ning thought to herself that if Old Man He insisted on not allowing her to participate, she would have no choice but to compromise for the time being, since she couldn't fight city hall.

However, we must not give up unconditionally. This is a good opportunity to ask for some experience outside the home, which can be called "social practice".

She deliberately feigned a troubled expression and said earnestly, "Principal He, as you know, we demonic cultivators have always been looked down upon and restricted in every way, making it extremely difficult for us to improve our cultivation. I was thinking of taking advantage of this competition to recruit a few more... cough cough, to have more exchanges with other students, so that we can improve our cultivation."

I almost let it slip, but it doesn't matter. After all, demonic cultivators are supposed to be a bit wicked.

Old Man He seemed amused: "Little Jiang is indeed gifted and intelligent, very suitable for demonic cultivation."

No, old man, is that a compliment or an insult?

Saying something is suitable for demonic cultivation is just like saying something is suitable for being a bad person.

Despite her inner grumbling, the immediate problem still needed to be solved. Xi Ning made up her mind that if Old Man He wouldn't let her participate in the competition, she would have to approve her participation in social practice.

The world is so big, I want to go out and see it!
Just thinking about the outside world, and all those heinous death row inmates in prisons—a few years in prison would be enough to kill them all. Playing the game, completing missions, and seeing the world at the same time—perfect!

Just as she was about to make her application, she heard Old Man He slowly say, "It would indeed be a bit heartless not to let you participate in the competition. Fortunately, our academy has an exchange program with magic academies abroad, and we need to exchange students. There happens to be one spot available in the magic cultivation major. Why don't we give you this spot?"

Uh, this turn of events was a bit too abrupt.

Exchange students? Magic academies abroad? These terms sound quite fantastical.

As expected, experience counts. Sending my sister to that college and messing with their students solved the immediate problem.

She deliberately frowned, putting on a troubled expression: "Principal He, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. What if I accidentally accept someone else's student?"

Old Man He smiled and stroked his sparse, shiny white beard, his tone very relaxed: "If you've taken it, then you've taken it. Just remember to do it secretly, so no one can find any fault with it. Even if you are discovered, never admit it, just say that the person was possessed by a demon and you are acting on behalf of God."

"As for who possessed him, just look through other people's scriptures and pick a few devil names to fool them. Satan, Lucifer, Mammon, if you really can't remember, just say Voldemort."

Xining...

Holy crap, he really is a cunning and shrewd old man, he's so talented!
Even the most knowledgeable and experienced god was impressed by her.

And just like that, Xining transformed into an exchange student at the Academy of Magic and Law. The very next day, she had to pack her bags and head to Samohog Magic Academy to begin a year-long "friendly exchange" experience.

I really don't understand why this magic academy wants to have exchanges. None of the foreigners have spiritual roots, so what are they here to learn?

Are they just going to come here like foreign students, collect scholarships, and coast through life chasing girls? (End of Chapter)