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Chapter 2718 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 14)
The magic academy was quite accommodating and immediately arranged a private room for him.

Pushing open the door, a large European-style bed came into view, with layers of curtains hanging down, just like a princess bed in a fairy tale. The mattress was just the right amount of soft; you wouldn't want to get up once you sank into it.

The college provides meals. When it's mealtime, go to the lobby, find a seat, and a huge pile of food will automatically appear on the table.

Roast turkey, buttered bread, milk coffee, vegetable and fruit salad...

It looked very lavish, but the taste was really disappointing. There was a lot of thick turkey meat, sliced ​​and laid out like chops, but the texture was very rough, like chewing sawdust.

After finishing her meal, Xining returned to her room, set her phone alarm to silent and vibrate mode.

I even set it to alarm every minute, and if I don't wake up, it will keep alarming, I don't believe I can't wake myself up.

Then he went to bed early to conserve his energy for the night's operation.

In the middle of the night, Xining was woken up by the alarm clock.

I picked up my phone and saw it was almost midnight.

The hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM) is when Yin energy is at its strongest, and demons and monsters roam freely, making it a good time to do work.

Xining didn't even dare to put on her shoes. She tiptoed off the bed, afraid of making the slightest sound.

As I closed the door, I held my breath and slowly turned the handle, but a slight "click" sound still came from it.

She quickly peered around and looked left and right. The long corridors on both sides were dark and empty, without a single ghost in sight, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The entire academy was eerily quiet. Pale moonlight streamed through the glass windows, casting dappled shadows of trees onto the walls, which flickered and swayed like menacing ghosts.

Look at this terrifying atmosphere and chilling scene, it's perfect for demonic cultivators.

Hehehe, dear ghosts, your big sister is here!
Xining tiptoed to the stairwell, following her memory of the day, where the walls were covered with oil paintings.

Strangely, most of the ghosts in the painting are asleep, with only a few curiously peeking out to look at her.

That's not right. Aren't ghosts supposed to hide during the day and come out at night? Why are the ghosts here doing the opposite?

In fact, these ghosts are similar to the ghosts in Chinese ink paintings, but their activities are limited to the painting itself.

Even if they occasionally cross the frame and visit other paintings, they can never leave the canvas.

"Since that's the case, then let me help you," Xi Ning whispered, "Fan, come!"

"receive!"

The ghosts in the paintings screamed as they were pulled out by the powerful suction of the banner.

"Ah~" The ghosts in the painting screamed in panic as they were pulled out one by one by the powerful suction of the banner.

Oh no, that's too loud, it's sure to attract attention!
Xining quickly ordered the banner: "Retract it immediately!"

The banner immediately increased its suction power, like a super-powerful vacuum cleaner. The ghosts swirled around in the vortex and were all sucked in in the blink of an eye.

The entire staircase immediately returned to calm.

Xining quickly grabbed the banner and ran away before she could even gather it up.

As planned, Xining first hid in the women's restroom, so that if anyone noticed, she could use the restroom as an excuse.

The women's restroom was at the end of the corridor. After entering, she checked the situation inside the hallway.

Good heavens, the number has suddenly reached more than sixty! We're one step closer to our goal of a hundred banners, and things are looking up more and more promising!
Unfortunately, these ghosts are too weak; they can only make up the quantity, and the quality of the banners hasn't improved much.

If only I could encounter a painting ghost from China or Korea. Those guys can come out and suck people's life essence, and they can also trick living people into their paintings, making them live a life of debauchery.

Suddenly, a faint light flew out from the drain of the sink, circled in mid-air, and then "plop" jumped into the toilet in the next stall.

Is it a ghost? No wonder I felt something was off as soon as I came in; it felt colder than outside. A faint, glowing shadow floated up from the toilet bowl—it ​​was the condensation of ghostly, eerie energy.

A ghost with a stubble beard, bright red lipstick on his lips, and wearing a black magic apprentice robe slowly floated over.

"Waaaaah... I'm so pitiful~" the ghost cried, covering its face with its hands.

His voice was as rough as a man's, but he was wearing lipstick.

This fierce and alluring charm was so captivating that even through the translator's glasses, it was almost too much for Xining to handle.

She pulled out her phone to translate: "Um... sister, are you male or female?"

"Waaaaah, of course I'm a girl... but they won't admit it!" The ghost cried even harder, lowered its hands, and raised its head, revealing split, bright red lips and a ring of stubble around its mouth.

Ugh... This appearance is really hard to empathize with.

There's no need for tears; even someone who looks somewhat normal can elicit sympathy.

"Who are they?" Xining asked.

"Shh~" The ghost moved closer, its nail-painted fingers lightly touching the bulging "bloody mouth." It wasn't scary, but it gave me goosebumps and made me feel a little disgusted.

"Don't let them know I'm here, or they'll laugh at me again. They're my classmates!"

Uh, classmate... was this ghost a student here before she died? A college student growing up to be as beautiful as a flower seems a bit rushed.

Then, the ghost became mournful again: "The law recognizes 97 genders, but they don't recognize me as a girl and won't let me into the women's restroom."

Looking at the translation on her glasses, Xi Ning was a little confused: "Wait, sister, are you a man or a woman?"

The ghost suddenly became shy and hesitant, her hands hanging straight down in front of her, her body turning back and forth, her head lowered, and her face full of bashfulness: "Although I haven't had the surgery yet, I still have the heart of a girl!"

Xining...

Too lazy to waste words with him, Xi Ning rolled her eyes dramatically: "Stop!"

"Ouch~" the ghost cried out coquettishly, and was instantly sucked into the banner.

Don't worry, all beings are equal in this banner, so you don't need to worry about gender anymore. Just focus on contributing to my banner.

Sigh, another weak ghost. It didn't even struggle before it entered the banner.

The toilet ghosts in other places are more powerful, like the one that can reach out of the latrine during the day. One of them is worth ten of these.

As for the toilet ghosts of China, those are the real fierce ghosts. The kind that ask whether you want red or white toilet paper, you might just break through your cultivation level by capturing one.

After leaving the restroom, Xining wandered around the academy, collecting items as she went, until she had circled around twice and couldn't see a single ghost in sight. Only then did she return to her room, completely satisfied.

She quickly unfurled the banner and used her divine sense to investigate. Good heavens, the number had actually exceeded one hundred!

Haha, this place is indeed a geomantically auspicious place, full of ghosts and spirits!

Thanks to the Taoist Academy and the China Exchange Student Program for sending me to such a wonderful place.

It's a pity that his cultivation level only increased from the fifth to the sixth level of Qi Refining. These ghosts are too weak; there isn't a single powerful one among them.

Never mind, let's take down the banner first and get a good night's sleep!
The next day, Xining was awakened from her sleep by urgent knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked irritably as she got out of bed and went to open the door.

When the door opened, Vice Principal Se and two other professors dressed in magician robes were seen.

Xi Ning was a little worried. What if the ghost-collecting incident last night had been discovered?