Starting with "The Demonic Cultivation," I had no choice but to pretend to be a magical gi

A clear, ethereal voice suddenly exploded in my ears.

Lin Zhixia shuddered and turned around abruptly.

The dark purple magical girl stood less than two meters away. She had her arms crossed, and her long, dark purple hair with gradient highlights moved in the wind, making her look extremely beautiful.

"Miss Wind Chime."

Lin Zhixia subconsciously took a half step back, and her words became somewhat hesitant.

"Put away that weak look."

Feng Ling frowned, her tone slightly impatient.

"I didn't call you here to see you trembling. Time is of the essence, so let's get straight to the point."

She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and asked the question she had been agonizing over for so long.

"Besides doing homework and running away from home, what else do you do?"

"Two days later, at the audition, you'll be thrown onto a stage full of spotlights and cameras. Besides standing there like an idiot, how exactly do you plan to pass?"

The wind still blows.

Lin Zhixia was clearly stumped by the question.

Her once bright red eyes were now wide open, and her lips opened and closed repeatedly, unsure of what to say.

Then, I subconsciously straightened my back.

"I...I've studied cello."

Lin Zhixia seemed a little flustered, tucking her wind-blown hair behind her ear, her voice sounding somewhat weak.

"I've also taken piano exams, and as for calligraphy and painting... if you mean traditional Chinese painting, I should say I know a little bit about it."

The wind chime paused for a moment in thought.

Goodness, she really has the standard rich girl setup.

This kind of persona, proficient in all the arts (music, chess, calligraphy, and painting), would be considered a refined lady in ancient times, but it might not be very effective in a magical girl audition.

And who knows if this guy has been blinded by his past life?

"That sounds pretty intimidating."

The wind chimes spoke casually, but their words were utterly merciless.

"But I've seen too many people who use exam certificates as a get-out-of-jail-free card. The things they practice at home with teachers and nannies are completely different from the art that audiences can truly appreciate."

This isn't just idle talk. Every year, there are so-called heiresses who come on stage, each with an impressive resume, but as soon as they open their mouths, they reveal their true colors.

The audience certainly won't tolerate it. No matter what, unless there's some mysterious big shot pulling the strings, everyone's popularity will be at the bottom.

It can only be said that contrasts are not the same thing at all and cannot be confused.

So she took another step forward.

The oppressive feeling that followed her like a shadow instantly made Lin Zhixia shrink back.

"Since you say you know how, then use the simplest method."

Fengling raised her fair chin.

"Sing two lines, just a cappella."

Lin Zhixia was very nervous, but she didn't dare to refuse. She had the feeling that if she said no, she would be thrown off the rooftop.

Perhaps it's not just my imagination?

She was a little confused, but she just took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to temporarily block out the howling wind around her.

Then, a melody came to mind.

That was when I was very young. It was a tune that the always busy woman would hum to her when she occasionally came home.

Lin Zhixia hummed softly.

At first, Feng Ling didn't think much of it, but as she listened, her expression stiffened slightly.

There was no accompaniment, no auto-tuning, and the sound was even a bit intermittent due to the strong wind, but the timbre was just too amazing.

Clear, ethereal, with a penetrating power that reaches deep into the bones. It's not just about having a pleasant timbre; there's a clear emotion in it, drawing you in without you even realizing it.

It's a hard feeling to describe; it's neither a show of skill nor particularly sweet, but it's something that's hard to forget.

The wind chimes even had the illusion that this might actually work.

She would definitely vote out.

This thing is nothing special; it can't be explained by whether you've practiced it or not. It's completely a matter of being born with natural talent.

The song ended.

Lin Zhixia slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes slightly damp. It was as if she had truly returned to that bedroom, which was already blurred in her memory, and to that embrace that always carried a pleasant fragrance.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Feng Ling stood there, motionless, her violet eyes extremely calm, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Actually, the wind chimes were already quite panicked.

She had already prepared a whole set of sarcastic lines, such as "You don't even deserve to be called a singer, not a single note is on key."

The plan was to use this to undermine Lin Zhixia's confidence, and then, naturally, to unveil his specially designed training plan.

Who knew you actually knew it?

This isn't right! That's not how it's written in the story. How can you actually do this?! How am I supposed to eat KFC with you now? I don't accept this!

To be fair, the aesthetics of wind chimes are generally normal; it's impossible to lie and say something unpleasant.

But now the question is, can we praise it?

That definitely won't work. Fengling's character is a cold and mysterious big shot. If she were to show an expression like, "I'm sure you can do it this way," it wouldn't be right.

Her aura as a mysterious magical girl is definitely going to be ruined.

While this might guarantee passing the initial selection, without a CPU in place, it's highly unlikely that you'll have complete control over the future.

The issue of human nature and the issue of someone's achievements overshadowing their superiors.

And so, the two remained locked in a stalemate.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Lin Zhixia's heart sank little by little.

Is it... really that bad? Well, the songs my mother sang back in her day must sound really outdated by today's standards.

She lowered her head, and the little bit of courage she had managed to muster deflated like a punctured balloon, making her look even smaller.

Although Lin Zhixia is actually a little taller than the wind chime.

"cough."

The wind chime finally moved. Clearing its throat slightly, it slowly spoke.

"Not bad."

The evaluation was quite perfunctory and full of deception.

"As far as basic skills are concerned, it's barely passable. At least it won't scare the audience to tears the moment I open my mouth."

Fengling racked her brains trying to find the right words.

But he quickly regained his composure, and that confident, commanding presence returned.

"but--"

Fengling abruptly changed the subject, speaking in this way.

"That alone is far from enough. Every year at the audition, there are just too many people trying to debut by singing."

Audiences are sick of hearing the same tunes every day. If she just sings a dry, uninspired song, those craving more exciting visuals will only vote for the girl next door who's more likely to create something interesting.

The dark purple magical girl paused at this point.

"Lin Zhixia, you don't want to be unable to become a magical girl and investigate the truth, do you?"