What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

Especially since China had just experienced the shadow of the attack in Hongying City.

Although the invaders were eventually repelled, it was at best a Pyrrhic victory, and the city and its people suffered indelible wounds.

Therefore, the country urgently needs good news to calm the panicked and uneasy hearts of its people.

What happened in Fangyuan City today is undoubtedly the most fitting example.

The intruders were of high status, being the Seven Sins Witches; the magical girls of the Floating Light Squad not only defeated them in direct combat but also achieved zero casualties throughout the entire battle.

The spread of this news was fueled not only by the municipal government but also by the Destiny Headquarters, which was operating behind the scenes.

Today, in every part of the city, on every street and alley, in shopping malls and restaurants, the glorious deeds of that night are being broadcast.

However, those involved, who are now being praised by the public, don't seem to feel much about it and have returned to their peaceful lives, continuing to live their original lives as before.

As soon as the battle ended that night, Cangxing returned home, took a nice hot bath, and then lay down on the bed to watch her favorite melodramatic drama. As for her roommate Zhong Hui, he maintained his usual excellent habits, staying up all night and focusing on his cultivation.

Because the captain was injured, Altai took on all the follow-up work and report preparation, becoming the busiest person in the team.

The injured captain was taken to Muyue's home and personally cared for.

As the petite and delicate Muyue held Yaori, a wicked smile played on her lips, and no one knew what she was plotting.

As for the fluorescent light, which played a crucial role and contributed greatly in that battle, it disappeared without a trace after that, as if it had vanished into thin air.

Of course, nothing happened to her.

In Altai's words, except during meetings or when witch monsters appear, you can't find Fluorescent at any other time.

The members of the Floating Light Squad each lead different lives.

However, beneath this calm, the witches have already been busily devising new schemes.

Chapter 31 Counterattack Against the Witch

July 16th was the official departure date for the advance team formed by the Destiny Headquarters.

This advance team was not large, consisting of only twelve people.

However, every magical girl in the team is at least five-star in strength, including two six-star magical girls, and the team leader is even seven-star.

And this was just an advance team.

Once this team has ascertained the specifics of the witches' encampment, several reinforcement teams waiting in the rear will rush to the battlefield in an instant and annihilate all the witches in the encampment at an extremely fast speed.

Even if the witch's hideout they discovered was actually a trap set by the witches, the Schicksal headquarters was confident that with the many high-ranking magical girls they had prepared, they could make those cunning witches suffer the consequences.

The headquarters has made extensive preparations for this battle.

Not only were elite captains drawn from major cities to form top-tier combat teams, but a large number of high-level Grief Seeds were also distributed, relieving the magical girls of their worries about the contamination of Soul Gems.

"Since the witch descended, our country and our people have lived under the shadow of the witch and the calamity beast, constantly living in fear and unease."

"Now, after years of investigation by headquarters, we have finally located a witch's hidden hideout. This is the perfect opportunity for us to take the initiative and strike the witch hard."

"You are all guardians of the nation and protectors of the people. This world belongs to us, and even more so to you who have stepped forward. For a better tomorrow, for this world to return to its former glory, this battle is entrusted to you!"

In a passionate mobilization speech by the highest-ranking official at the Destiny Headquarters, twelve magical girls embarked on their journey, bearing a heavy responsibility.

Antarctic ice sheet.

Looking out, the world is filled with snow-capped mountains that have never melted.

This extremely cold place has a year-round temperature below minus sixty degrees Celsius. The fierce wind howls like a blade, raging and whipping through the air, stirring up a flurry of snowflakes, and covering the place in a thick white fog.

The witch's stronghold, discovered by the headquarters of Destiny, is hidden in this desolate, icy wasteland.

During their journey, the group encountered several attacks.

Ferocious monsters kept emerging from under the thick snow, while witches lurked in the shadows, attempting to annihilate the entire magical girl team.

However, the witch clearly underestimated the strength of this elite team. All the calamity beasts she sent out were killed, and even several witches who secretly attacked were killed on the spot.

In contrast, the magical girls were unharmed, except for a slight loss of magical power.

Along the way, we achieved victory after victory, and everyone was full of fighting spirit.

A thought filled their minds: "The witches' doomsday has come!"

……

July 17th, early morning.

Zhong Hui and Cang Xing quickly finished washing up, tidied their clothes, and went out one after the other.

Just last night, the team leader, who was recovering from his injury, suddenly sent an urgent notice announcing that a team meeting would be held today.

The two went outside, hailed a taxi, and got in.

As soon as Cangxing settled down, he turned his head and saw Zhong Hui yawning incessantly on the other side.

She said with concern, "Really, can't you get a proper night's sleep? You're always staying up all night practicing your cultivation techniques. If you keep doing this, your body won't be able to take it sooner or later."

"Ha..." Chairman Zhong yawned, leaning listlessly against the car window, and replied weakly, "Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. Besides... ha, sleep is a need that only mortals need. I cut it off 500,000 years ago. I'm not sleepy at all. I just have too much spiritual energy in my body, and I'm a little... dizzy from the spiritual energy."

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense." Cangxing scolded, leaned over, and gently patted his back to comfort him, speaking softly, "There's still a while to go, so just relax and take a nap."

"I can't sleep... The daylight is just right, I can still sleep..."

He had only spoken halfway when Zhong Hui tilted his head slightly and fell into a deep sleep on the spot.

Cangxing looked at him sleeping soundly and sighed helplessly.

This child is far too playful.

After the mission ended, he refused to rest properly for three days in a row, staying up late every night to meditate and cultivate. Even when he was so sleepy during the day that his eyelids were drooping, he still forced himself to stay awake and insisted on carrying out his so-called "daily training".

After all that fussing and turning, I ended up looking like this, so tired I could fall asleep at the slightest touch.

“No, since I’m going to take care of him, I can’t let him ruin his health like this anymore…” Her eyes suddenly lit up. “I’ve got it. I’ll secretly add some sleeping pills to his food every night from now on.”

She gazed at Zhong Hui quietly, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "Although taking medicine isn't ideal, it's still lower than the risk of sudden death from staying up all night. Don't blame your older sister, I'm doing this for your own good."

She continued to gently pat Zhong Hui's back to help him sleep more soundly.

Half an hour later, the taxi slowly stopped in front of the parking space of "Good Clean Housekeeping Company".

After paying the fare, Cangxing woke up Zhong Hui, who was still asleep.

He opened his eyes groggily, remained dazed for a moment, and then solemnly muttered to himself, "I never imagined... that I, in my dazed state, would dream of traveling to the Immortal Ancient Era with only Qi Refining cultivation, and gathering with the geniuses of that era to spar. What a great opportunity..."

Cangxing didn't reply, but just smiled.

What do you mean by "dreaming of the ancient immortal realm"? If it's a dream, it's a dream. Why bother sparring with so many geniuses? All she heard him doing was muttering names of people and skills in his dream.

What kind of tragic childhood did this child endure with his deceased parents? Cangxing's imagination ran wild once again.

As for what she actually imagined, only she herself knows.

Zhong Hui glanced at Cang Xing in surprise. Why was she crying again?

The two entered the company, took the elevator, and went to the third floor.

At this moment, in the conference room on the third floor, the captain sat in the head seat. He looked to have recovered quite well, with a rosy complexion, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Muyue lay there resentfully to the side, muttering something under her breath.

Fluorescent light sat quietly and gracefully, while Altai's gaze remained fixed on the elevator door.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Altai saw Cangxing and Zhong Hui walk into the conference room one after the other, and habitually said, "Cangxing, you're always the slowest in every meeting."

Here we go again... That wretched Altai!

Cang Xing pouted: "The captain didn't set a time. Besides, what difference does it make if it's a few minutes earlier or later?"

“Your attitude is the problem!” Altai stood up.

"You're not the captain, so what right do you have to tell me what to do?" Cangxing retorted defiantly.

"OK OK."

The team leader was quite annoyed and advised, "You two, is it really necessary to bicker with each other every time you meet? Just be there and sit down for a meeting."

Seeing that the captain had spoken, Altai didn't say anything more.

Cangxing, as if returning victorious, provocatively stuck out his tongue at Altai before smugly sitting down next to Zhong Hui.

Chapter 32 The Captain's Unfortunate Second Enlistment

At this moment, the entire Floating Light Team is gathered in the conference room on the third floor.

The captain slowly swept his gaze over everyone present, took a deep breath, and then slowly said, "We previously repelled the Gluttony Witch and successfully defended Fangyuan City. The rewards from headquarters have been officially issued. In addition to the five million cash reward directly deposited into your bank account, everyone will also receive an extra five B-grade Lament Seeds."

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and gently tapped the table. Five pure, shimmering seeds of lamentation appeared before everyone.

The meeting room was immediately filled with joy.

What everyone cared about wasn't the cash reward, but rather the Seed of Sorrow before them.

After all, as magical girls, their monthly salaries are already high enough. A few million more or a few million less is just a change in numbers in their accounts, and it doesn't feel real to them.

Of course, except for Sousei.

Her savings over the years have vanished along with the villa.

But the Seed of Sorrow is completely different; it is a rare resource that all magical girls desperately crave.

Five B-grade Grief Seeds, while not very useful to someone of the captain's caliber, still have a powerful purification effect on the rest of the group.

Zhong Hui, whose strength was still at the one-star level, couldn't wait to put away the Seed of Sorrow.

In the eyes of this former Heavenly Emperor, with these five Golden Core Realm demon cores, plus the assistance of the spirit of the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, his cultivation path for the next period of time would be extremely smooth, and he would soon be able to steadily reach the Qi Refining Extreme Realm.

It seems I need to prepare for my breakthrough to Foundation Establishment... Zhong Hui lowered his eyes without showing any emotion, his mind racing as he recalled the alchemical scriptures.

At this moment, Altai noticed that the captain's expression had been somewhat solemn from the beginning, and even on such a joyous occasion as distributing rewards, there was not a trace of a smile on his face.

She couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Captain, is something on your mind?"

"Yes, this is the second thing I called you all here to announce."

The captain paused, then said in a deep voice, "Do you remember what I said before, that headquarters was going to organize an advance team to counterattack the witch's base?"

Upon hearing this, the hearts of the people present skipped a beat, and a bad premonition inexplicably welled up within them.