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Chapter 2726 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 22)
Uh… Xining could only turn around.

The students behind him had already automatically parted to make way. A man dressed in an exquisite British three-piece suit, with a flowing black magic cloak draped over it, stood behind him, along with an ancient wardrobe two meters tall.

He had a meticulously trimmed mustache, which looked oily and slightly upturned, and he held a thin magic wand about an elbow's length long in his hand.

"This student is a new exchange student from the East, right?" the mustachioed professor asked, his tone carrying a classical Chongqing accent, which sounded particularly strange in a campus almost entirely filled with Xida accents.

Knowing full well the answer, Xi Ning forced a smile: "That's right, I have neither magic nor a magic wand, so I can't turn that 'thing' you're talking about into something funny. I just came to take a look. Sorry to bother you, I'll be leaving now."

As she spoke, she reached out to grasp the doorknob, but the metal handle seemed to be welded to the door, and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.

Damn magic, looks like I'll have to resort to force. I wonder if the door is sturdy enough; can I kick it open?

“It’s alright, I can help.” The mustachioed professor waved his wand, his voice extremely low, as if carrying an undeniable command: “Come here.”

Xi Ning felt her feet instantly slip out of her control and uncontrollably move towards him.

The students watching from both sides could no longer contain their curiosity, and each of them had an expression of waiting to see a good show on their face.

Only after standing in front of the mustachioed professor did the professor ask with a hint of smugness, "What methods do you Eastern Taoist practitioners use to deal with this kind of thing?"

Without hesitation, Xi Ning replied, "Destroyed."

Whatever it is, if it poses a danger to me, I will destroy it if I can; I will kill gods and Buddhas alike.

The mustachioed professor shook his head haughtily, a look of disdain on his face: "Nightmares can't be wiped out."

"Either take it or suppress it." Xi Ning said patiently and kindly, "I advise you not to force me to take action, otherwise the entire teaching building may be blown to smithereens."

Actually, she had another plan in mind: this ghost called "Nightmare" was quite powerful. If she could capture it with the Soul-Collecting Banner, her cultivation level would definitely increase significantly.

But if she were to take out the banner in public, the ghosts that had recently disappeared from the academy would definitely associate it with her.

There are countless "good students" in this academy, and she couldn't bear to be suspected, so she ran away overnight when she couldn't hide it anymore.

Anyway, the "nightmare" is right here. It's not too late to collect it when no one's around at night. Right now, the priority is to avoid attracting attention, hide my identity, and show weakness when necessary.

The professor with the mustache curled his lips into a fake smile: "You don't need to do anything. Just cooperate with my teaching and give the students a demonstration."

He turned to the students behind him and asked loudly, "Would you like to see this charming Oriental lady help me complete the previous demonstration?"

If I disagree, not only will I offend the professor, but I might also have to take his place as the demonstration guinea pig.

Demonstrations in magic classes are never short of embarrassing tricks, especially those related to dark magic. It's always better to see someone else make a fool of themselves than to do so yourself!
Adding to the excitement was the fact that everyone was curious about what fears this exchange student from the East might be hiding in his heart, and the students immediately erupted in a frenzy, all clamoring to "see it."

Xi Ning couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Professor, you have no idea what extreme darkness and terror are. The demons and ghosts of the East are countless times more ferocious than the evil spirits of your West. The powerful ones can make nothing grow within a thousand miles, and can even destroy the world. Are you sure you can withstand it?"

The professor with the mustache chuckled and shook his head, his meticulously groomed mustache twitching with smug satisfaction. His tone was brimming with confidence: "'Nightmares' are merely the personification of inner fears; they rarely kill, at most they just scare you half to death. Don't worry, I'll change it into something comical in no time, and you'll never be afraid again. Are you afraid of losing your composure? Like being afraid of little creatures like spiders or toads?" He thought his words were humorous enough, and the students behind him immediately understood, bursting into a scornful jeer.

It must have reminded him of the college's "tradition"—the "screaming welcome gift" prepared for new students.

If these people knew that the two students who had prepared "welcome gifts" for her had already been "welcomed" into the Soul-Gathering Banner, they probably wouldn't be laughing anymore.

“Professor, you’re playing with fire.” Xi Ning’s face darkened completely, her tone as cold as ice: “I’m warning you seriously, the consequences are very likely to be something you can’t afford to bear. It could even drag everyone here down with you.”

Perhaps intimidated by her attitude, a hint of unease flashed across the mustachioed professor's face. He slightly twisted his stiff neck, then raised his eyebrows defiantly: "I think I'm capable of controlling the situation. Let's see if I'm swayed by your fear. We'll wait and see."

You can't reason with a suicidal person. Xi Ning had made up her mind; she would choose the best option from the backup plan.

If things really get out of control, she'll let the students run away first, and then take the opportunity to subdue the ghost.

If these people insist on staying to join in the fun, that's fine too.

Anyway, she reminded him repeatedly and said everything that needed to be said. According to the man with the mustache, the most extreme ability of this ghost was simply to absorb fear to create illusions and drag people's consciousness into them.

When it really comes to that point, when it's time to subdue the demon, the illusion and its consciousness will be collected into the banner together, which might even add a bit more spiritual power.

"Please look at the cabinet door." The professor with the mustache pointed to the wardrobe behind him.

Xi Ning glanced up briefly, then immediately looked away.

It was an old-fashioned wardrobe with a full-length mirror embedded in it, looking at least a hundred years old. The mirror surface was mottled and tarnished, and the coating around the mirror had peeled off. The paint on the wardrobe body was also chipped and pitted, revealing the dark wood underneath.

"Please keep an eye on it," the mustachioed professor urged impatiently.

"No." Xi Ning refused outright, her eyes lowered, showing no sign of cooperation.

"Looks like someone needs a little help." The mustachioed professor smirked, thinking he was being amusing, and raised his wand, waving it lightly at her before shouting, "On my command: Open your eyes, and don't move!"

Xining felt her eyelids twitch suddenly, and her eyes widened uncontrollably. Her gaze was fixed on the ancient mirror, and she couldn't move.

How foolish! If I didn't want to expose him, I would have already taken this guy into my banner as nourishment.

Although I have a kind heart, some people are just asking for trouble. Since you're willing to bear the consequences, don't blame me if anything goes wrong!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the glass door slowly and silently opened...

I've always believed in the virtue of cherishing life, but some people are just asking for trouble. Since they're willing to bear the consequences, don't blame me if anything goes wrong!

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, the glass cabinet door with the mirror inlaid with mirrors silently and slowly opened...