wear it lord god

Master Li was stunned for two seconds, then reacted and laughed so hard his mustache stood on end: "With your Golden Core stage cultivation, why would you need to pursue a master's degree? We'll directly award you a doctoral degree from the same academy and recruit you to work at the Daoist Administration Bureau! After you get off the ship, you don't need to go back to the academy; just come with me to the Administration Bureau to sign your employment contract!"

He's already a Golden Core cultivator, what's the point of studying anymore! There are very few Golden Core cultivators among the doctoral supervisors and within the Bureau. To be able to recruit such a young Golden Core cultivator directly into the Bureau is a great achievement.

And so, Xining was assigned to the best suite on the cruise ship, a one-bedroom suite with a private balcony overlooking the sea, offering a superb view.

Three days later, escorted by warships, the cruise ship left the port, embarking on a transoceanic voyage that was expected to take more than half a month and cover more than 10,000 nautical miles.

Xi Ning didn't want to attract attention, and since she had just formed her Golden Core, she needed to meditate and practice breathing exercises every day to stabilize it. So she simply stayed indoors and had her staff place her three meals a day at her door so she wouldn't be disturbed.

Master Li came by once along the way and brought a small bottle of newly refined pills. He said that there happened to be a Taoist alchemist on the ship who had studied medicine abroad and had recently refined a batch of new products to strengthen the body's foundation. He specially brought them to her to test their effects.

No wonder there's been a smell of burning wood on the ship these past two days, mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance. It turns out this alchemist has been refining pills.

On the tenth day of the voyage, the cruise ship was finally about to leave the coastal waters and enter the turbulent high seas.

But she sensed something was wrong; the more the boat sailed, the heavier the demonic energy became in the sea ahead.

Xining finally stepped out of her cabin and walked down the deck to the observation deck at the very front of the passenger ship.

A salty sea breeze, carrying distant fog, swept over her. She raised her eyes and gazed into the distance, then slowly closed them, her fingertips forming a magic seal, which she gently brushed along her eyelids. When she opened her eyes again, the sea, which appeared clear to ordinary people, now reflected surging, dark demonic energy in her pupils.

The further you go, the more concentrated the black mist becomes. When you reach the horizon where the sea meets the sky, you can vaguely see the coastline.

The seawater, imbued with demonic energy, drifted in from that coastline. It was like a giant inkstone, constantly pouring ink into the sea, turning the entire area dark and even the water droplets splashed up by the surging waves looked like thick, unyielding ink.

As the demonic energy continued to spread outwards along the ocean currents, Xi Ning frowned deeply.

If there were a very powerful monster on land ahead, the hundreds of lives on the passenger ship would be in grave danger in an instant.

She immediately gave a low shout: "Bring the banner!"

A giant black banner with purple runes immediately appeared beside her, then tilted down and hovered a foot above the ground.

Ignoring the stares of others, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed steadily on the straight banner pole. Before everyone's eyes, the banner soared into the sky. The banner fluttered in the sea breeze, and she shot upwards like an arrow released from a bow.

Ascending to a height of several hundred meters above the clouds, the view is expansive. A hundred nautical miles away, the outline of a solitary island clearly emerges.

Along the island's coast stood a drab factory, several pipes continuously discharging seemingly clear wastewater into the sea. But to Xining's discerning eyes, that wastewater was nothing more than flowing ink, imbued with a bone-corroding demonic energy. Upon contact with the seawater, it spread wildly outwards with the ocean currents, and even as it was constantly diluted by the vast expanse of blue waves, the sinister aura showed no sign of dissipating.

Any fish and shrimp that come into contact with this demonic water will first mutate and die, and creatures along the shore will inexplicably fall ill. Their offspring are also very likely to mutate and become monsters.

This is no ordinary factory; it must be a den of monsters created by alien races!

They dumped demonic water into the ocean, not to harm a single area, but to spread demonic energy across every body of water on the planet via global ocean currents. Before long, the entire world's oceans would become demonic realms, and all living beings would mutate under the influence of the demonic energy, aiming to turn the entire world into a demonic domain. This is truly outrageous; their intentions are despicable. The original owner of this body is merely a demonic cultivator, not a demon. Even as an ordinary cultivator, one cannot allow the demons to act in such a manner.

Without a moment's hesitation, she turned around and changed direction, not returning to the passenger ship, but heading straight for the escorting warships.

She landed on the deck outside the command room in a flash, grabbed a passing sailor, and asked bluntly, "Who is the highest-ranking officer here?"

The sailor stared at the woman in the plain white Taoist robe before him, with a long banner that almost covered half the sky floating beside her. He froze on the spot, stunned.

Soon, a middle-aged officer with the rank of general on his shoulder and a crisp uniform walked over quickly with several staff officers.

Looking at the scene before him, he suppressed his surprise and maintained the composure and politeness of a soldier: "You are a passenger on the ferry, right? What can I do for you?"

"I need your help!" Xining didn't mince words, pointing to the distant island where demonic energy was churning. "There's a factory on that island that's dumping highly toxic wastewater into the sea. I need you to blow it up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air on the deck fell silent.

The officer paused for several seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. He deliberately softened his tone and explained, "That area is not under our jurisdiction. Without a clear order from our superiors, we cannot open fire rashly. If we act rashly, it could easily trigger unnecessary international disputes. Our mission this time is to escort the passenger ship safely back home."

Xi Ning frowned, somewhat puzzled: "The water they discharge will pollute the entire ocean, ultimately harming all life on the planet. Why can't we take action? They're not afraid of causing trouble, so why should we be?"

The officer shook his head with a wry smile: "Things aren't that simple. We're aware of the dangers of that thing, but once we fire the first shot, no one can predict how far the conflict will escalate. Besides, it's not up to our country to take action there alone."

Xi Ning stroked her chin and pondered for a few seconds, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "What if the shells that blew up there weren't yours? Since you didn't fire them, what happens to the factory is none of your business, so there shouldn't be any conflict or disputes, right?"

The officer turned his head and exchanged a glance with the staff officer beside him. They quickly calculated in their minds and slowly nodded: "Theoretically... that's how it is. As long as it's not our firepower, it naturally won't be traced back to us."

"That makes things easier." Xi Ning snapped her fingers crisply, and the long banner that had been floating in mid-air instantly flew to her feet.

She leaped onto the banner, which carried her straight into the sky, quickly shrinking into a tiny black dot between the sea and the sky.

Everyone on deck craned their necks to look, and a young staff officer couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "She's not really going to blow up that factory herself, is she?"

Another veteran stroked his chin and guessed, "Judging from the speed at which she controls her weapon, she must be at least at the late Foundation Establishment stage. But a full-force attack from the late Foundation Establishment stage is at most equivalent to the power of a medium-sized cannon. How could she possibly flatten such a large factory area in one go?"

Just then, the officer abruptly pulled back his aching neck, glared fiercely at the people around him, and said in a low but authoritative voice, "What were you talking about? What bombing of the factory? We didn't see or hear anything today, understand?"

Everyone reacted instantly, rubbing their stiff necks as they responded.

Several quick-witted individuals had already pulled their companions toward the command room, loudly trying to smooth things over: "Once you've rested enough, go back to your positions, disperse, disperse, don't gather here!"

Order was quickly restored on the deck, with only the sea breeze whipping waves against the hull, as if the conversation had never happened. (End of Chapter)