wear it lord god

Xining, riding the banner, soared into the sky and glanced at the giant aircraft carrier floating in the high seas opposite. The deck was densely packed with cultivators from other realms, numbering at least a thousand.

Her mouth was practically watering – this wasn't an invading enemy, it was clearly an experience pack delivered to her doorstep from afar!

Moreover, since the other side took the initiative to cross the border and provoke us, it is perfectly justified for us to defend our territory and resist the enemy. Taking away the cultivation of these invaders who have come to our door will not only not cause any karma, but will also be a real act of merit for protecting the country.

She scanned the crowd with her divine sense and identified quite a few individuals shrouded in evil aura: there were evil cultivators who raised Kumanthong to absorb the life essence of living people, poison cultivators who concocted demonic potions and harmed dozens of lives, and even those who carried various ghostly auras. These people already had enormous blood debts to repay, and her actions were entirely on behalf of Heaven, so her merit points were likely to increase dramatically.

However, she quickly suppressed the urge to take action—the other party was still firmly stationed outside the international waters and had not crossed the border. Taking action now would not only give them a pretext to attack, but would also diminish her merit.

After a moment's thought, she gracefully stepped back on the imperial banner, landing steadily on the walkway outside the command cabin of her own warship. She put away the banner and went straight inside, asking directly, "Do you have a loudspeaker here for external broadcasts? I need to call out to the other side."

The commander in the command room paused for a moment, then shook his head solemnly: "According to regulations, our external broadcasts can only use official diplomatic language; we cannot directly broadcast your message."

Xi Ning didn't dwell on it and directly ordered, "Then shout according to the rules and make them turn back immediately. As long as they dare to cross the border or attack us first, I guarantee that none of these thousands of people will escape. They will all be gone. This is not a warning, but Heaven's benevolence. If you don't believe me, you can try going forward."

After giving these instructions, Xining turned around and left the command cabin. She chose the best spot on the deck, moved a deck chair over, set up a huge parasol, and slumped down on the chair.

After sitting for a while, I took out some iced cola, potato chips, and dried fruit from my storage bag and ate them while waiting idly for the other side to break the deadlock first.

Two hours passed before the local cultivators guarding the island heard about the standoff and rushed over on their swords. Seeing the situation, they decided not to go back and simply waited there for news.

A few people gathered together to play cards, while water-element cultivators jumped into the near-shore sea to cultivate using the spiritual waves. Others simply took out small tents, set them up on the deck, and sat cross-legged inside to meditate and practice breathing exercises.

After waiting for a while, complaints began to rise from the crowd: "Are they going to fight or not? Are they really planning to settle down on the aircraft carrier deck?"

"Don't rush, I think it'll be soon. Otherwise, they'll all be crammed on the deck sunbathing. It can't be that they're here for a team-building activity at sea." The old principal accompanying Xining reached out to shield his brow bone. Today happened to be a cloudy day, so the sun wasn't too strong and the sea breeze was very comfortable. He leaned back in another deck chair, feeling quite calm.

Just then, in the middle of the sea where the two sides were facing off, the seawater suddenly began to spin wildly, and a huge whirlpool with a diameter of tens of meters appeared out of nowhere.

A cultivator suddenly stood up, pointed at the distant outer realm mothership, and shouted, "They're the ones causing trouble!"

Someone immediately took out a Qiankun Mirror and infused it with spiritual power. The mirror clearly reflected a strangely dressed priest in the crowd, who was holding a trident and performing a bizarre ritual dance on the deck, chanting incantations and sending evil energy to the sea.

The whirlpool spun larger and larger, the surging waves crashing against the ship, causing the entire warship to rock slightly. A gigantic black mass of flesh, resembling a gas cylinder, slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool. On its slippery surface, two black eyes the size of millstones appeared first, followed by eight thick tentacles as thick as giant pillars—it was the Cthulhu-like giant octopus they had summoned from the deep-sea alternate dimension!

"My God, it's an ancient deep-sea monster!" A gasp erupted from the crowd. The enormous octopus, as big as a hill, slowly approached their warship, its huge eyes fixed on the people on the deck. One of its suckers alone was larger than an ordinary cultivator's entire body.

Xi Ning frowned slightly, straightened up from the recliner, summoned the imperial banner, and leaped to stand directly on the top of the banner's long pole.

The banner carried her like a streak of light as she rushed to one of the octopus's giant eyes. At this moment, in front of this behemoth, she was as small as an ant, not even enough to fill its teeth.

Xi Ning looked into those black pupils that were taller than her, and said in a tone as if she were coaxing her own pet, "Be good, go back, I won't hit you."

The moment the octopus saw her clearly, its pupils shrank to pinpoints, as if it had seen something that made it tremble from the depths of its soul. Even its tentacles froze, and without thinking, it plunged downwards with a "splash" back into the deep sea, leaving only ripples on the surface of the water.

The crisis was averted in an instant, and the cultivators on the deck erupted in thunderous cheers. The old headmaster and the president of the Daoist Association squeezed over, their faces full of curiosity as they pressed her for details on how she had managed to scare away the evil creature.

Xining couldn't very well claim that she was a supreme god, and that all sentient beings could see through her primordial pressure at a glance, so she could only scratch the back of her head and make up a story: "Um... I used a top-tier beast-taming talisman from the Beast Taming Sect, which I had kept hidden away."

"I see." The principal suddenly realized, then asked, "Do you have any more of these talismans?"

"That's it, just this one. It's so rare." Xi Ning thought to herself, if she ever needed to chase away any monsters later, she would just say that she had found another one in her storage bag.

At that moment, the warship's loudspeaker rang out, and the communications officer's voice came through: "The other side has sent an official statement, categorically denying the summoning of the octopus, and instead accusing us of creating panic for no reason."

"It's obvious they're behind this! Where would such a huge deep-sea octopus come from in this international waters?" The crowd erupted in indignation. Anyone with eyes could see through their trick, but the other party refused to admit it, and for a moment, everyone was really at a loss with them.

"We can't let this go!" The cultivators were indignant and shouted that they would teach the other side a lesson.

At this moment, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, holding a whisk, walked out from the crowd.

He walked around the deck several times in a regular pattern, reciting incantations for summoning wind and rain. Suddenly, he raised his hand and flicked his whisk, sending white wisps of dust drifting into the sky on the sea breeze: "Wind, clouds gather!"

A refreshing easterly wind suddenly swept across the sea, and in a short while, a large, dark cloud, as thick as ink, rolled in from the horizon.

The old Taoist priest stood there with an air of otherworldly wisdom, his Taoist robe fluttering gently in the wind. He squinted, stroked his white beard, and said with a hint of smugness, "It's only polite to retaliate. With this move, they'll be in for a world of hurt."

The president of the Taoist Association immediately gave a thumbs up: "Excellent! Our orthodox Taoist magic for summoning wind and rain, passed down for thousands of years, is indeed far more authentic than those unorthodox and heretical arts!" (End of Chapter)