wear it lord god

Light shines through the eyelids and falls on the retina, casting a warm, rosy glow.

She slowly opened her eyes. The "nightmare" in front of her had disappeared. Only the wardrobe door ten steps away was open, empty and devoid of anything inside.

"My God! She actually chased away the nightmare!" came the incredulous exclamation from the students behind her.

"They didn't even use magic, they just used their willpower to drive them away, that's amazing!"

"Who were those men just now? How come they were all so good-looking!"

"Are all the guys at the Eastern Taoist Academy this handsome? I want to transfer!"

"Me too!"

...Chattering away, none of them knew that they, along with everyone else in the room, were about to die.

This is a divine ruler; even the supreme god who rules this world is but an ant in his eyes, just as a supreme god views humans.

Let alone blasphemy against the gods, even in ancient times, someone who dared to impersonate a king was committing a heinous crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of their family.

Those mortals who glimpse the Heavenly Dao will either become gods or immortals, or they will be destroyed. Even if ordinary people know too much about the higher realms, they will still be destroyed, simply because they know too much.

The strange phenomenon that just occurred must have been noticed by the main god or a high-ranking deity of this world, who came to correct it.

The best way to deal with this is to wipe everyone here out completely, eliminating them completely.

Thankfully, nothing bad happened! Xining, who had been holding her breath for so long, suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his breathing was short and rapid, as if he had just crawled back from the brink of death and woken up from a nightmare.

The classroom door was suddenly kicked open, and the white-bearded Vice Dean Seymour rushed in, clutching a large wand.

A quick glance across the classroom revealed no sign of danger: the girls' cheeks were flushed, as vibrant as peach blossoms in full bloom; the boys huddled together, buzzing with barely suppressed excitement.

Vice Dean Sai's gaze fell on the exchange student slumped on the ground, then swept over the mustachioed lecturer beside him: "What happened?"

"Huh? It's nothing!" the man with the mustache replied, his shoulders shrugging slightly. Although his skills were mediocre, he could tell that the scene just now was definitely not simple.

Xi Ning slowly stood up, her voice still a little weak: "I'm fine, but it seems I'm really not suited to taking such dangerous courses. I'm feeling a bit unwell right now and want to go back to rest. I'll submit the leave slip later."

Vice Dean Seymour pulled a small wand, the same size as the students', from his sleeve and waved it at her: "Restore!"

Tiny silver specks of light drifted from the tip of the staff, slowly landing on Xining's head and sliding into her limbs and bones through her hair.

Xi Ning shivered slightly, feeling the lost strength gradually return along the light spot, and in the blink of an eye, she was back to her full state before entering the classroom.

She deliberately feigned surprise, raised her hand to look at it, and exclaimed, "How amazing! Is this healing magic?"

The man with the mustache rolled his eyes as he listened, raising his chin as if he were looking at a country bumpkin and pointing his nose at her.

Vice Dean Sai tucked the little magic wand back into his sleeve and said gently, "No need for a leave slip. We've always been very casual about studying here. I'll take you back to rest."

Xining followed him out of the classroom. The corridor was empty, with various sounds drifting from the next classroom from time to time: mostly the professor's voice lecturing, interspersed with laughter, screams, and a muffled explosion or two, probably because some student had messed up while practicing magic and made a fool of themselves.

Vice Dean Sai walked ahead, his black magic robe trailing on the smooth marble floor. His voice was steady, echoing softly in the empty corridor: "The three vampires who were supposed to participate in evening study tonight have gone missing."

Sister did indeed take in two, but the other one was killed by one of your own professors. It's a real shame, such good nourishment. However, the professor who killed the vampire was also taken in, which can be considered revenge for the vampires and cleaning up a scourge for the academy.

After waiting for a while without hearing her reply, Vice Dean Sai simply asked directly, "Do you know where those three vampires went?" "No, are vampires in danger here?" Xi Ning feigned ignorance, pretending to know nothing.

Vice Dean Sai didn't press the matter further. He walked all the way to her dormitory door, and just as Xi Ning reached out to open the door and was about to go in, the other party suddenly pulled out that little magic wand and waved it at her: "Tell the truth!"

Is this some kind of truth-telling curse? That damned old man with the white beard, he's actually playing dirty tricks!

Vice Dean Sai repeated the question: "Where did the three vampires go?"

“They should have gone where they were supposed to go.” Xining replied uncontrollably, but her mind was quite calm—she could still control this level of truth-telling curse for the time being.

That's the truth, isn't it? We went where we were supposed to go.

The old man tried a different approach: "Where were you just now?"

Xining followed up smoothly and answered flawlessly, "In Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"And what about before class?" the old man persisted.

"Open the door in the hallway." That's the truth, isn't it? It's all the truth.

The old man stared intently at her, and she looked back without flinching, waiting for the next question.

If they ask again whether it was before the door was opened, say it was in the hallway, and before that was the stairs. If they ask again, there's nothing you can do but say it was in the basement, which will expose you.

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he put on a kind expression and said, "Take a good rest. I hope you can come back to class as soon as possible." After saying that, he turned and left.

Xi Ning blinked and left without asking any more questions.

Jingxing: "The Truth Spell can only be used to ask three questions at most; it will lose its effect after that."

Oh, I see. You scared me to death! I thought we were really going to be exposed this time.

Jingxing added, "The academy has a Pensieve, which allows you to access other people's memories; it also has a Time-Turner, which can take you back an hour..."

Upon hearing this, Xi Ning immediately turned and rushed out, shouting as she ran, "Dean, wait! I have something to report!"

At the same time, she asked Jingxing in her heart, "Is it possible to go back to an hour ago?"

“Uh, yes… but there’s also the Pensieve,” Jingxing replied, offering a reminder.

Pshaw, does he even have the guts to enter my sister's memory?

The "nightmare" alone has attracted strange phenomena in the heavens and earth. If he enters my memories, it is like peeking into the heavenly way. If I take him in, it is like acting on behalf of heaven.

How long does my sister need to hold off the vice president before it exceeds one hour since she left the basement?
Jingxing: "About eleven minutes."

It's not easy to keep talking for eleven minutes, so let's use other methods.

As she ran, Xi Ning pulled a sleeping talisman from her storage bag and held it in her hand: "Dean, wait for me, I have something to report..."

He ran to the old man in one breath, and in the blink of an eye, he raised his hand and slapped the sleeping talisman on the old man's forehead with a "smack".

"What are you doing?" The old man was stunned for a moment. He just raised his hand to remove the talisman when he felt his eyelids become as heavy as lead, and then he "plop" fell down.

The key to getting things done is to be quick, accurate, and ruthless, and to do things unexpectedly—doesn't that solve the problem? (End of Chapter)