wear it lord god

As soon as I stepped back into the teleportation array of the Dao Fa Academy, Vice Principal Zhao, Instructor Li, and a large group of professors surrounded me.

Vice Principal Zhao grabbed her wrist and pushed her feet toward another teleportation array to the side, his voice blazing with urgency: "Jiang, you're finally back! Go to the Daoist Association headquarters immediately to provide support. Our principal has led all the cultivators above Foundation Establishment there!"

Xi Ning stared at the teleportation array on the other side, her lips twitching violently: "Principal Zhao, I just got back. Can I take a shower, eat something, or even just have a drink of water first?"

"It's too late!" Vice Principal Zhao increased the pressure on his hands and quickened his pace. "Led by foreign magicians, they've gathered a large number of cultivators from various races across 16 countries, and they're about to attack!"

Xi Ning turned her head and looked at Vice Principal Zhao, who was pulling her, with a puzzled expression: "Then why aren't you going? And what about them...?"

Her gaze swept over Instructor Li and a group of professors standing beside her.

Instructor Li scratched the back of his head sheepishly, his face flushed red: "We're all in clerical positions. It's not that we lack cultivation, it's just that our cultivation hasn't reached that level yet. In the past, we would have just been sent to our deaths as cannon fodder."

So, when it comes to enforcing attendance and discipline, they're all so impartial and imposing, but when it really comes down to it, they're all utterly useless.

"Wait—" Xi Ning suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking at Vice Principal Zhao, "You just mentioned alien cultivators from 16 countries?"

Vice Principal Zhao, sweating profusely from pushing her, could only stop and wipe the sweat from his brow when she suddenly stopped moving. "Yes, Jiang, now is not the time to worry about personal gains and losses. The country needs you, and the entire cultivation world needs you!"

"Great!" Xi Ning slapped her thigh, her eyes shining brightly. "How many people came?"

Vice Principal Zhao froze on the spot, completely stunned, muttering to himself, "This... how would I know? Anyway, the number is definitely quite large..."

"Which direction are they in now?" Xi Ning grabbed his sleeve, her eyes almost gleaming with gold. "How far are they from here? Where are they at?"

Vice Principal Zhao was bewildered by her questions and quickly took out his phone to make a call: "Wait a moment, let me ask the principal about the specific situation."

The phone had barely connected when Xi Ning snatched it away. He had only managed to say half a sentence, "Principal, we just had an exchange student return who wants to ask about his situation."

"Principal, just tell me directly, where exactly is the enemy located now?"

At this moment, the frontline islands are located 50 kilometers behind the bustling coastal city—a core economic hub that supports 30% of the nation's tax revenue and handles 50% of its import and export trade, and is the enemy's primary target for conquest.

The president of the Daoist Association led a group of cultivators to stand in formation on the shore, ready for battle. More than a hundred nautical miles away in the high seas, an aircraft carrier comparable to a giant airport was steadily anchored with four escort ships.

The aircraft carrier's spacious deck was densely packed with all sorts of foreign cultivators: magicians in robes and wielding wands, sorcerers wrapped in black robes, sorcerers with Gu worms hanging from their sleeves, and Onmyoji carrying shikigami tablets...

"I'm right here. Now that you're back, come and help me out..."

Hearing someone making a phone call behind him, the president frowned and turned around. He saw that it was the principal of the Dao Fa Academy making the call. Although he was dissatisfied, he could only suppress it - after all, the Dao Fa Academy had sent most of its professors and students to assist in the defense.

If the defense line is breached, the command center will immediately launch a barrage of fire, which is equivalent to flattening the entire island and this sea area, regardless of whether it is friend or foe.

The principal roared, "The teleportation array leads directly to the front lines! They're almost at the shore! Come here now!"

After hearing the contents of the phone call, Vice Principal Zhao was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his legs shook.

Before she could finish speaking, Xi Ning shoved her phone into Vice Principal Zhao's hand and rushed toward the teleportation array like a gust of wind, disappearing into the spiritual light at the center of the array in a flash.

Vice Principal Zhao nearly dropped it, while Instructor Li, looking at the empty teleportation array, was moved to tears: "What an excellent student! She fearlessly rushed to the front lines to provide support. She is the pride of our school and a role model for all cultivators!"

The next second, light and shadow flickered, and Xi Ning had already landed among the cultivators at the front line. Cultivators from all over the country kept appearing beside her by stepping on teleportation arrays, and the sky was full of supporters riding on magical artifacts and clouds. The outlines of warships on the high seas in the distance were clearly visible, and the largest aircraft carrier had a deck that was wider than an entire dock.

Xi Ning's eyes grew brighter and brighter—this body's cultivation had just reached a bottleneck, and in order not to harm the innocent or commit any murders, she was worried about not being able to find enough rare and precious materials to break through.

Aren't these alien cultivators who come to our doorstep precisely nourishment for our cultivation?
She immediately shouted, "Bring the banner!"

A giant banner, over three meters tall, appeared out of nowhere beside her. Its banner, which blotted out the sky, fluttered wildly in the sea breeze, blocking out most of the sunlight overhead.

"Demonic cultivator!" The surrounding cultivators exclaimed in fright, instinctively taking several steps back to the sides.

Xi Ning leaped into the air and landed steadily at the top of the flagpole. Pointing at the fleet of warships on the distant sea, she gave a soft shout: "Go!"

The giant banner carried her like a purple lightning bolt, cleaving through the wind on the sea and instantly shooting far away.

The key members of the Taoist Association shouted anxiously, "Come back quickly! Don't be impulsive, it's too dangerous!"

Some people drew their swords and were about to chase after the person and stop him.

"Wait." The president raised his hand to stop him, his eyes fixed on the purple banner that was leaving a blur. "Look at that banner, it's surrounded by purple mist and covered with golden light."

The core members were suddenly stunned: "Could it be the legendary Emperor's Banner?!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than the principal of the Daoist Academy arrived with Professor Fan Xiu. The banner beside the professor was only half a person tall, and even though it was emanating a chilling aura, it looked like a small toy compared to the colossal banner that blotted out the sky in the distance.

“This is a student from our school who just returned from an exchange program.” The principal pointed to the professor next to him. “This is the professor who taught her her major courses.”

The president immediately turned to the professor and asked, "What is this student's current cultivation level?"

The professor shrugged and said, "I don't know."

"Can't you tell from the quality of the banner?"

"I can't tell," the professor said, still holding his hands outstretched.

The president instantly got a little angry: "Then what do you know? Tell me everything right now!"

“Once the banner reaches a high level, its size will no longer increase with cultivation level, so its depth cannot be discerned.” The professor stared at the banner, which was almost upon the enemy ship, his eyes filled with shock. “Even from this distance, I can feel the purple aura soaring into the sky, wrapped in a thick golden light of merit. The Myriad Soul Banner is definitely complete. When she left a few months ago, she was barely managing to build a Ten Soul Banner. How could she have improved so quickly… Incredible, truly incredible!”

Before he finished speaking, he jumped onto the small banner beside him and said, "I'm going to take a look. Don't come any closer."

After giving his instructions, Fan chased after the others.

The principal stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed, and he tossed his sword into the air. He leaped up and landed steadily on the sword, then chased after them.

Professor Fanxiu's shouts drifted on the sea breeze, clearly reaching the ears of everyone on the shore: "Good disciple, save two for your master, don't take them all..."

The guild leader and all the cultivators present reacted instantly, pulling out their magical artifacts and leaping onto the ship, rushing towards the enemy vessel like a swarm of bees. (End of Chapter)