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

The air in the underground parking garage was as murky as stagnant water. Several fluorescent tubes overhead hissed and flickered, casting eerily long shadows.

They looked hardly human anymore; one of them had half his face covered in grayish-white scales, and the other arm was clutching two thick bone spikes, from which crimson liquid was still dripping.

"Magical girl?!"

The demonic cultivator with long scales let out a hoarse, strange cry. His eyes were first filled with astonishment, then quickly filled with a greedy, ferocious light.

"Are you alone? I was just a little hungry, so here's some snacks delivered to your door!"

Without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of green poisonous fire.

The other two also cooperated well. The guy holding the bone spur suddenly sprinted off the ground, while the last one, a gaunt old man who looked cold and sinister, made hand seals, and several dark red blood swords formed a triangular shape to block all of Feng Ling's escape routes.

Clearly experienced, this combo would definitely give an ordinary magical girl a run for her money.

Poisonous fire blocks vision, bone spikes break defenses, and blood swords launch sneak attacks—a typical demonic fighting style.

The wind chimes did not react.

"It's ultimately too rough."

She made her own judgment in her mind.

In the blink of an eye, the green poisonous flames were upon them.

Then, wisps of dark mist rose and surged, suddenly breaking free from the shadows and completely enveloping the wind chimes, transforming into a dark vortex.

That fierce ball of poisonous fire vanished without a trace in the black mist in the blink of an eye, disappearing without even a bubble.

Immediately following, the blood sword arrived, and the moment it touched the black mist, it was bitten and chewed up and devoured.

Gluttonous Soul Devouring Technique: Magical Girl Improved Version, activate!

Fengling felt a tightness in her chest, as if something was welling up inside her.

"Hiss... This stuff is full of impurities. It's a wonder you even bothered to inhale it. Couldn't you be a little more picky?"

"Stop talking nonsense and share!"

Feng Ling remained expressionless; of course, she had a plan in place.

While she seemed to be only working on the Gluttonous Spirit Devouring Technique that afternoon, she had actually been picking and choosing from her previous ideas and installing the reverse filtering settings into the fully automatic magical girl disguise system.

The mottled demonic essence that was swallowed up had not yet entered the dantian before it was already entangled by the wind chime's magic power, and was filtered, peeled away and assimilated layer by layer according to the pre-set route.

After being mostly depleted, it became pure and usable magic.

After all, the magic used by the wind chimes was converted from the nightingale's magical essence.

Wind Chime pondered that since Nightingale's chime could spin, then everyone else's chimes could naturally spin too.

It proved to be true; the conversion loop, which originally operated internally, also worked when moved externally.

Then, this portion of magic was reversed and reconstructed into demonic essence, which was then incorporated into Nightingale's golden core.

Even though it has been mostly depleted again, and it seems insignificant, even negligible, it is indeed a power that perfectly matches Nightingale's Golden Core.

Dude, this works too?

Nightingale felt the sudden surge of power, her pupils dilated in shock, and she was completely at a loss for words.

This feeling was no less than the utter bewilderment she felt when her golden core was reversed and controlled by the wind chime.

Kids, this isn't about cultivation or demonic arts.

"How the hell did you do that?"

The nightingale seemed somewhat lost, and kept murmuring.

She really couldn't understand it.

If it were anyone else doing this, they would have already set off fireworks, scattering them all over the ground.

"Watch and practice more, how could magical girls be such an inconvenient thing?"

Wind Chime completely ignored the nightingale's ignorant clamor.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the bone-spur man finally arrived, a sinister smile on his face. Two steel plates pierced out fiercely, making a loud whooshing sound.

He could already see the scene of the unknown magical girl in front of him being poked and pierced with two transparent holes.

Then it plunged into the black mist, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't be pulled out.

The black mist, as if alive, climbed wildly upwards along the bone spikes, completely enveloping the entire weapon.

"What...what the hell is this thing?"

The man with the bone spurs screamed in terror. How come this method seemed even more demonic than his own?

Feng Ling stared blankly at the monster struggling in front of her.

"Something that will kill you."

As she spoke, she raised her palm, and wisps of black mist contracted and condensed on it, turning into a pitch-black energy ball.

Then he flicked his finger.

The black sphere exploded instantly, followed by a pure crushing force of magic.

A surging wave of air erupted, and a violent black shockwave swept past, violently sending the three demonic cultivators flying. They crashed straight into a concrete pillar, slid down like mud, and never moved again.

No matter how embarrassing Nightingale is, she is still a Golden Core stage demonic cultivator. She can beat these Qi Refining stage weaklings without them even standing still.

One move is enough to kill instantly.

The battle ended quickly, with a decisive and swift victory.

"This trick is indeed effective. With a few minor improvements, it can become a permanent method in the future."

How can a self-responding healing shield and damage reflection attack have such a sneaky mechanism?

The wind chimes silently reflected in their hearts.

She prepared to walk over and see if these guys had any loot to take, since looting corpses was an essential part of the experience.

"Wow--!"

A soft gasp of obvious surprise suddenly came from behind the nearby load-bearing column.

Feng Ling paused, almost losing her aloof persona.

anyone?

I was so focused on testing my skills that I completely missed the fact that there were other people in the garage. That was definitely a mistake.

She silently turned her head away.

A small head peeked out from behind the thick cement pillar.

He had a head of dazzling, wavy blonde hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes that were staring at her with an almost overflowing adoration.

Even though the light was dim, Feng Ling could tell at a glance that the girl's clothes were definitely not cheap.

Wearing a meticulously crafted nun's dress with a large sapphire brooch at the neckline, she looked petite, no more than 1.5 meters tall.

"Sister Wind Chime, is that really you?!"

The golden-haired little girl completely ignored the corpse on the ground and hopped like a rabbit to the wind chime.

Wind chimes dislike people who lack a sense of boundaries.

"I...I saw you on the news yesterday! The way you were dominating outside the stadium was just so—cool!"

But then again, the point is made.