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Chapter 2717 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 13)
To outsiders, this magic academy exudes a profound aura—both the main building and the annex are pure Gothic architecture, towering into the clouds like a vampire castle, mysterious yet with a touch of eeriness.

If it's a rainy night with thunder and lightning, and you stand downstairs looking up, the terrifying atmosphere and feeling must be absolutely incredible.

But in Xining's eyes, a thick resentment was swirling above the academy's buildings, which were topped with metal crosses. This resentment was as thick as ink and was the most severe kind of resentment.

In broad daylight, with the sun blazing overhead, the resentment still managed to coalesce into a massive black vortex, showing no signs of dissipating. This resentment was likely even more potent than the legendary Gonjiam Hospital.

What exactly happened in the academy that accumulated such terrifying resentment?

However... for Fan Xiu, this place is simply a blessed land, an excellent place to improve his cultivation!
Looking at the resentment that hovered over the academy like a typhoon cloud, Xi Ning's mouth almost watered.

The school attached great importance to this exchange program and specially sent a white-bearded professor dressed in a black magic robe and cloak to welcome the students.

He was carrying a magic wand taller than a person, and when he walked over, he looked exactly like an NPC from "The Lord of the Rings".

"We warmly welcome students from Huaxia Daofa Academy to our academy."

Xi Ning wore translation glasses, which were also provided by the Taoist Academy. When she put them on, she could see the simultaneous Chinese translation.

These glasses originally cost 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. Although the price has now dropped to between 3,000 and 10,000 yuan, they are still beyond the reach of the poor student who is just coasting along on a scholarship.

She looked at the translated content as if it were printed in front of her. Then she took out her phone, opened the translation app, spoke into the phone, and played back the English reply.

Not only can it translate, but it can also display alternative answers, making it perfect and a lifesaver for struggling students studying abroad.

The visitor was Vice Dean Celeste, who showed Xining around the college.

The vice dean's full name is too long, just like a common problem in many worlds, where the longer the name, the more prestigious the status seems to be.

Xi Ning was too lazy to remember his full name, so she simply saved his contact name as "Vice Dean Sai" in her phone.

"This is the main hall and dining area." Vice Dean Sai led her into the largest building, where long square tables were set up with matching chairs, seemingly capable of accommodating all the students in the college at the same time.

Lighted candles hang from the ceiling, illuminating the interior of this medieval-style building.

Xi Ning asked in confusion, "Vice Dean Sai, why don't we use electric lights?"

Vice Dean Sai walked ahead, his long robe trailing on the polished marble floor: "Electricity costs money, but these candles will never go out, so they don't cost anything."

Xi Ning was even more puzzled: "Doesn't this consume spiritual energy?"

After thinking for a moment, Vice Dean Sai replied, "That's not my responsibility. I'm only in charge of reducing government spending."

Xining...

"By the way," Vice Dean Se suddenly asked, "what do you major in? White magic or black magic?"

Xi Ning blinked: "What's the difference between the two?"

"White magic is mostly used for construction and maintenance, such as healing, protection, defense, and blessing; black magic is mostly used for destruction and conquest, such as attack, damage, and control."

"Well..." Xi Ning pondered for a moment, "It should be considered dark magic. Is the academy divided into two departments based on white magic and dark magic?"

“No, that’s not it.” Vice Dean Sai shook his head slightly, walking slowly forward, the hem of his robe trailing on the ground. It made Xining feel as if he was simultaneously mopping the floor with his long mage’s robe as he walked.

“Our magic academy hasn’t been established for long, and we don’t have many students, only a little over a hundred, so there’s no need to divide it into colleges. Each magic course has corresponding credits, and you can graduate once you’ve accumulated enough credits.” As she spoke, Vice Dean Se snapped her fingers, and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air and floated down in front of her.

Xi Ning quickly caught it, her glasses following her gaze as she translated the English on the paper.

This is a course schedule, with more than a dozen compulsory courses, including "Potions Mastery," "Transfiguration," "Herbalism," "Defense Against the Dark Arts," and "History of Magic," among others.

The elective courses below are even more outrageous: "Cooking," "Tailoring and Sewing," "Sports," "Magical Ethics," and so on. Are you kidding me? You can even earn credits for community service and joining the cheerleading team.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..." The crisp sound of horses' hooves rang out, coming from afar.

A headless knight, radiating a pale silver glow, rode a skeletal horse through the wall and passed in front of her. Xining's gaze was instantly drawn to it.

Vice Dean Sai stopped and turned around to remind him, "Oh, I forgot to mention, these are wandering ghosts. Don't be afraid, they won't hurt anyone, they can be a little noisy sometimes."

Hehe, scared?
They are the ones who should be afraid! The fact that ghosts dare to show themselves in broad daylight indicates that their energy is extremely strong, making them the perfect nourishment for the banner!
After Vice Principal Sai finished speaking, he continued walking forward. Not long after, Xining saw even more ghosts floating past.

Most of them were dressed in medieval or even older clothing, while some looked like students in magic apprentice robes; roughly estimated, there were at least twenty or thirty of them.

Xi Ning asked curiously, "Why not take them in and let them roam around the academy?"

Vice Principal Sai sighed slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness: "They are all pitiful people, with obsessions in their hearts, their souls unable to ascend to heaven, but they did not commit any major mistakes in their lives, so they cannot go to hell either."

"To send them to Heaven, a high priest is needed to perform a ritual for them. The cost of a high priest's appearance is too high, and their schedule is very full, so this is the only option."

Why bother with rituals? Just come into my spirit tablet! Food and lodging are included, and we can even share memories. Isn't that great?
So many ghosts—this is something the Huaxia Taoist Academy could never see.

I heard that there used to be a lot of ghosts in the college, but the students from the East Campus all killed them and eliminated them on behalf of Heaven.

As a result, the academy later stipulated that students in the East Campus were not allowed to go to the West Campus cemetery to fight ghosts, as those ghosts were reserved for demonic cultivators.

It's truly a case of some people dying from drought while others are drowning from floods!
Xi Ning swallowed hard, checking the route while planning to take a stroll that evening to find a good place for these "poor" ghosts.

The two then visited the annex buildings, one of which was a teaching building and the other was a student dormitory.

When Xining saw the walls covered with oil paintings of portraits, she was stunned once again.

The figures in the painting came to life: some huddled together whispering to each other, some waved to her across the canvas, and others were meticulously enacting the scene set in the painting.

Seeing her surprised expression, Vice Dean Sai said with a hint of smugness, "These are all souls dwelling in the paintings. They are very kind and will not come out to harm people."

No, don't look at me with that "you've never seen the world" expression.

What surprised my sister wasn't that the painting had a soul, but that it could actually move.

Instead, they were surprised that Western magic didn't have spells and artifacts for refining the soul.

So many excellent "materials"! If they were at the Huaxia Daofa Academy, they would be snatched up in the blink of an eye.

Despite her being such a capable deity, the number of living souls within her banner is pitifully small.

"This is wonderful!" Xining was so surprised and slightly tipsy that she felt like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.