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Chapter 2720 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 16)
A moment later, a professor dressed as a witch, wearing a dark-patterned black robe and a tall, pointed hat, slowly walked over.

Unlike the witches of legend, who are described as withered, old, ugly, and terrifying, she was only in her early thirties, with a beautiful face and a few soft golden curls hanging playfully from under the brim of her hat.

"Have you all memorized the magical potion recipes and brewing steps I taught you last time?" The potions professor spoke in a gentle tone, and as soon as he finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly, as if to cheer everyone on, and shouted, "Alright, let's get started now!"

Following her classmate's example, Xining placed the large, thick, and heavy potion book, which resembled a dictionary, on a specially made stone bookshelf. After opening it, she carefully added the ingredients to the cauldron, referring to the recipes on the pages.

"Three spoonfuls of crushed nettle powder...one cobra fang..."

"What word is this? Two steamed centipedes with tentacles..." English is so difficult to understand. At least half of the words in this potions book are words you don't usually use.

"Three drops of crocodile tears...a suitable amount of toad mucus..."

Looking at these bizarre ingredients, Xi Ning couldn't help but mutter to herself: This isn't a magic potion for curing dysentery; it's clearly a hodgepodge of culinary disasters!

Drinking it could worsen the condition or even kill the person.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a loud noise rang out. One of the students' pots exploded, and black smoke instantly turned him into a black charcoal, and his hair was blown into an explosive mess.

"Hahahaha!" The surrounding students burst into laughter, some pointing at his miserable state and laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

Xi Ning was not surprised at all; this was exactly the same as the exploding furnace in the cultivation world when alchemy was being carried out. If not handled properly, it could cause an explosion.

"Oh no!" another student exclaimed. His crucible began to melt like wax on a fire, and the thick, dark brown medicine flowed onto the firewood pile below, instantly igniting with crackling sparks.

Then it turned into a shower of sparks, shooting wildly in all directions like fireworks.

The potions professor immediately stepped forward, waved his wand and chanted a spell, instantly freezing the pot and fire into ice.

This move is quite interesting; it can even freeze fire. This made Xi Ning take a second look.

"The last ingredient: half a catty of artemisia annua."

Xi Ning was stunned. Artemisia annua was clearly a common herb used to treat dysentery. What was the point of putting all those miscellaneous things into the pot earlier? Was it just for some kind of mystical act?

She threw half a pound of artemisia into the crucible, stirred it slowly with a long-handled wooden spoon, simmered it over low heat for ten minutes, and then recited incantations to finally complete the process.

The professor emphasized that it should be read aloud with great emotion, as if giving life to this pot of foul-smelling, thick black medicine.

Xi Ning's lips twitched; this was just too childish!
Who would perform rituals while decocting medicine?
But then I thought about it again, and there are indeed similar rituals in the art of incantation, such as performing rituals with incense ash or even water, probably to enhance psychological suggestion.

Seeing her classmates chanting incantations with devout expressions, Xi Ning gritted her teeth, opened her arms as if to embrace the cauldron, closed her eyes, and whispered the incantation: "Abu Ada, eat the big melon~"

"Haha~" Jingxing's laughter suddenly echoed in my mind, then I quickly stopped myself: "Sorry, please continue."

It's a bit ridiculous, but we have to put up with it for the sake of the mission.

By the way, is the system so easily amused?

Jingxing's voice rang out again: "Systems have personalities too. Ningning always surprises me. I'm very happy to be your system."

You know how to talk!
Xining opened her eyes to check the results and saw that the thick black broth in the pot was emitting a strong green glow.

The potions professor walked over, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, excellent!" He then made a note of it in his notebook.

Walking up to Roger's crucible, the professor glanced at the still-black pool of liquid, frowned, and said, "Failure, unacceptable!"

Roger's face immediately fell, looking utterly dejected.

Lisa's medicine next to her had a faint, almost imperceptible green glow, barely acceptable.

Emitting a green light counts as success? This aesthetic is too unique; it really is "green is a light, so bright it makes you dizzy." Xi Ning secretly complained. Anyway, even if she died of diarrhea, she wouldn't dare drink this medicine.

Back in the castle hall, the students were buzzing with discussion about the strange incident of the ghosts in the academy disappearing overnight.

As she passed the stairs, Xining noticed that all the oil paintings on the wall had "holes".

Where there were originally characters in the story, now all the colors are gone, revealing the canvas background in varying shades.

Hmm~, Xi Ning raised an eyebrow, there's still one who slipped through the net!
In an oil painting, a little girl wearing an old and ugly medieval plain-colored cloth hat is covering her face and crying.

In the distance behind her, there was a farmhouse surrounded by wheat fields. It seemed she had been sleeping in the "house" last night and only came out during the day, which was why she hadn't been taken back inside.

Several students stood in front of her painting, some comforting her, others asking where the other painted spirits had gone.

The little girl just kept crying. When she happened to look up and saw Xining's interested gaze, she was terrified. She screamed "Ah~" and turned to run towards the little house in the painting.

He dashed into the room, slammed the door shut, and vanished in an instant.

Xi Ning tilted her head. Was there any need to treat her like she was a ghost? She was just a little ghost. Taking her in wouldn't increase her power much. It didn't matter whether she took her in or not.

For the next lesson, Xining chose the history of magic, which is a segment of human history in this plane that contains magic.

It's all just legends like "the great sorcerer summons a fire dragon when the king is at war," "the princess is cursed and sleeps for a hundred years," and "who was cursed and died tragically covered in sores."

It all felt like utter nonsense, just like how some countries with no history fabricate or even concoct their own. It made her feel drowsy.

Evening came quickly. After washing up, Xining set her alarm and went to bed.

At 11:30, she was woken up by her alarm clock, got up, and put on her shoes.

The ghosts in the building have all been dealt with; it's time to go outside and take a look tonight.

What's the danger outside? Fortune favors the bold. Look at the heavy resentment hanging over the academy, covering almost the entire campus; there must be a lot of ghosts.

When she reached the door, she changed her mind: it would be more discreet to go through the window.

But just as he reached the bedside, the window suddenly creaked open, and a hand reached up from below, grabbing tightly onto the window frame...

Oh my god, that's terrifying! It scared me to death! Ideally, it should be something powerful that can quickly raise the banner's level.

This is like bringing a pillow when you're sleepy; or bringing snacks when you're hungry—how thoughtful!

Hehehe, come in quickly, your big sister will take good care of you!
Xining first lowered the bed curtains, hid behind them, and held her breath, making sure she didn't scare the person away.

Then I heard a sound outside the window:

"Hey, hurry up!"

"Okay, shh, be gentle, don't wake her up."

Hehe, it's not just one person, that's great! It would be best if there were more!

"Ouch~"

"Be careful." Although the voices were low, it was clear that they were male voices.

You're so old already, yet you're still so mischievous. Don't tell me later that you two are over-aged 18-year-old boys behaving like boys under 12.