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Chapter 2736 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 32)
They always bring back some local specialties to share with family, relatives, and friends. Even if they can't go home before completing their mission to avoid revealing their identity, they still have to send something back to express their gratitude on behalf of the original owner.

And she also had to give a gift to the professors in the college, especially Vice President Zhao who took special care of her. This kind of social obligation was unavoidable.

Xining had long heard that there was a street here specifically for magicians to shop, with a wide variety of magical tools and supplies, as well as many novel gadgets that did not exist in the human world, so she went to Roger to inquire about it.

Upon hearing this, Roger immediately led her away without saying a word.

Walking along the road, Xining felt something was off. After thinking for a while, she finally spoke up: "Aren't you going to ask Lisa to come along?"

Lisa was always Roger's little shadow. At the magic academy, she followed Roger wherever he went, like an inseparable shadow.

“She’s not feeling well today.” Roger said, leading her into the forest that the academy was known as the “Black Forest.”

“Let’s do it another day. Let’s go see Lisa first; she might need some care.” Xining immediately stopped in her tracks.

We had now entered the depths of the forest. From a distance, the forest didn't look very big, but once you went in, you would find that it was a completely different world. Just like in Taoist teachings, the outside was inconspicuous, but the interior space was twisted and folded, and it was frighteningly wide.

There used to be a large number of goblins here, but of course she took them all away, leaving not a single one.

Roger noticed she had stopped and stopped as well. His back to her gave off an eerie feeling, and even his voice carried a sinister undertone: "Since you're not leaving, let's stay here. This place is quite nice..."

"Lisa is just there to cover for me. Only she and you are foolish enough to think that anyone would want to be friends with you."

Before he finished speaking, he whirled around, wand in hand, pointing it fiercely at Xining, and loudly chanted the spell: "Avada Kedavra!"

This is a finishing spell in dark magic; the original meaning of the spell is to destroy the target.

If a small wand is used, or if the magician's own power is insufficient, it's like a child carrying a watermelon knife; at most, it can cut the skin and flesh, but it can't kill anyone.

I've heard of students getting into arguments and using this curse in a fit of anger, only to end up giving the other person a nosebleed or a small bruise on their chest.

This time, however, a blinding bolt of lightning, as thick as a little finger, shot straight from the tip of the wand, heading straight for Xining. The light of the lightning illuminated Roger's already mediocre face, and also clearly revealed the smug, almost sinister, gleam on his face.

But before the lightning could touch Xi Ning, it was blocked by an invisible force. It turned out that Xi Ning had sensed something was wrong and quietly set up a protective barrier. Fortunately, the villain died from talking too much; while Roger was smugly rambling on, she managed to retrieve the necessary talisman.

Looking at the wand in Roger's hand, it was completely different from the small wand he usually used, which was about the thickness of a chopstick—not only was it much longer, but it was also completely black, clearly an enhanced version, and it was mixed with some unknown dark power, obviously intended to kill with one blow.

Choosing this place to carry out the crime was a clever plan: it's secluded, and no one comes in during the day. Even if someone is killed, without any body-dissolving liquid, they can just dig a hole and bury them.

When they are discovered one day, even if there are some leftovers, it will still be a pile of bones.

Roger was stunned when his first attack missed. He quickly recited the finishing spell again, but he was still blocked by the barrier.

"Damn it, what is this thing?" Roger panicked completely, his feet uncontrollably taking two steps back, watching helplessly as the magic power brought by the spell surged like electricity across the transparent barrier, his eyes filled with terror.

“This is a barrier,” Xi Ning said gently. “I’ll give you one chance now. Explain why you want to kill me and who sent you. I might spare your life.”

Roger seemed not to hear a word, gritting his teeth and saying fiercely, "I refuse to believe we can't blow this thing up!" With that, he gripped his wand and pointed it repeatedly at Shining, chanting incantations over and over: "Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!... Kedavra! Kedavra! Kedavra..."

The incantations rained down, only to be blocked by the barrier time and time again, causing a series of loud bangs around them. The light illuminated the entire forest so brightly that it looked as if someone was using a welding torch to poke at a steel plate.

Using magic consumes magical energy and physical strength. Before long, Roger was panting heavily, his wand feeling as heavy as lead, almost too heavy to lift. Yet, he was still muttering, "Gnawing...gnawing on a melon..."

Xi Ning kindly reminded him, "This barrier is only effective for fifteen minutes. During that time, it can withstand even attacks from your principal's level, and even bombs might not be able to break it. If you really want to kill me, you should wait until the time is up before you make your move."

So there's no point in wasting your energy; it's futile.

Roger was so exhausted he could barely speak, and he roared angrily, "You, you... why didn't you say so sooner?"

Xi Ning innocently spread her hands: "Is it my fault? I should have known better than to say it."

This was utterly infuriating, and Roger's face turned pale with rage. He glanced at his digital watch, then forced a vicious, ugly smile: "It's about time. Let's see if you're still alive this time!"

Since he remains obstinate, Xining need not be polite.

She gave a soft shout: "Fan, come!"

A sudden gust of cold wind swept through the entire Black Forest, and all the birds and beasts hidden in the forest became restless as if on the eve of an earthquake, fleeing out of the forest in fright. This alarmed almost all living things—beasts and birds ran out with their young, and even poisonous insects and strange beasts dared not linger.

Roger watched as a male centaur with sixteen-pack abs roared "Get out of the way!" and leaped over his head. After running a few steps, it stopped and faced the "exchange student" standing opposite him, making Roger's legs tremble with fear.

Xi Ning waved her hand at him gently: "You're scared, it's none of your business."

The centaur breathed a sigh of relief, lowered its head, placed its right hand on its chest, bowed respectfully, turned and galloped into the depths of the forest, followed by dozens of wild beasts of all sizes.

Roger panicked even more. As he frantically looked around, he inadvertently glanced down and saw that even the dung beetle was rolling its dung ball upside down, desperately trying to get as far away from him as possible.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the exchange student from China and the huge banner beside her, his face filled with fear: "I...I'll talk, I'll tell you anything you want to know! Please spare me!"

It's too late. I already gave you a chance, but all you could think about was killing me.

Xi Ning coldly ordered: "Stop!"

A powerful suction force instantly lifted Roger into the air. He struggled desperately, but apart from flailing his limbs like a turtle paddling in the water, it was of no use at all.

"Ah—! Why didn't you ask me! You don't play by the rules..." With Roger's shrill wail, he was completely sucked into the banner.

Once the people were inside, the forest quickly returned to calm.

Xi Ning expressionlessly put away the banner, and muttered to herself: After refining it, I can ask whatever I want without having to bother distinguishing between truth and falsehood. It's much easier than wasting my breath on him.