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

I reckon that's about enough. Too much of a good thing can be bad, and continuing the search would only make things worse.

After all, the search takes more and more time, and it might lead to losses.

So the wind chimes were ready to wrap up.

The way back is always much faster than the way there.

Gu Yun obediently found a blind spot in the surveillance cameras to deactivate his transformation, then slipped out and strolled back among the crowd of people finishing work.

Tonight wasn't exactly a big profit; it was more like barely breaking even, but Gu Yun still felt good.

As long as it keeps spinning, that's a good thing. It proves that my idea was correct. We can slowly study how to expand the benefits later.

Having more technical reserves is always a good idea; you never know when you might need them.

After closing the door, Gu Yun collapsed onto the sofa.

This thing is somewhat mentally taxing and takes a lot of his energy.

At this moment, deep within his consciousness, the golden core, which was originally covered in cracks and dull in color, now had a faint layer of black light flowing across its surface. Although it still looked shocking, at least it was indeed improving.

It can only be said that human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once they start, they can't be stopped.

Previously, as long as Gu Yun didn't waste Nightingale's resources, she felt it was acceptable.

And now they're even starting to complain that the goods they're bringing in aren't pure enough.

"Could you find something more upscale next time?"

Nightingale, while mending the golden core, finally couldn't help but complain.

"There are differences in quality between different types of demonic true essence. How could I, a dignified Golden Core stage cultivator, have fallen so low as to use this kind of pig feed?"

"It's good enough that it's useful, since you only need to repair your Golden Core, while I have a lot more to consider."

Gu Yun was too lazy to waste words with her.

The nightingale was momentarily speechless, instinctively wondering if there was something wrong with her statement. In the end, she gave a cold snort and fell silent.

"I need to go into seclusion to repair myself. Don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary, and definitely don't call me if there's a problem."

She actually thought it was pretty good.

Regardless of how much wind chimes absorbed, at least her stress level has decreased significantly, and she no longer has to rely entirely on herself to recover.

The next goal is to first cultivate a new level 99 female elixir for her own use.

Gu Yun didn't care about her thoughts.

He wasn't acting recklessly; he came prepared. As long as everything went smoothly according to plan, there was no chance of any problems.

The key question is, will things really go according to plan?

Gu Yun himself didn't know either.

Therefore, he usually prepares multiple plans, and uses whichever one is useful when the time comes. Even a cunning rabbit needs three burrows, so how can a person hang himself on a crooked tree?

Before we obtain the Seed of Glass, understand its principles, and achieve replicable production, we can neither let this demon be killed off nor let her live too well; we must keep her in check from time to time.

After all, no matter how shameful Nightingale may seem, she is still a genuine member of the demonic path, and to truly believe in her wholeheartedly is just asking for trouble.

This is outrageous! A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to murder his master! (jpg)

Gu Yun trusted no one but himself.

After all, anyone could potentially harm themselves, but would they harm themselves?

He felt he knew everything.

The phone screen lit up, and a new message was quietly lying in the notification bar. Gu Yun glanced at it and saw that it was sent by Lin Zhixia.

"Miss Wind Chime, I'm ready. Whether you hate the magical girl persona or there are other arrangements, it's all fine. I'm not afraid of being criticized, nor am I afraid of losing. I will definitely become a magical girl just as you expect and obtain the ticket to the truth."

Even through the screen, you can feel the determination between the lines.

It seems my FGO skills have improved a lot.

Gu Yun was very satisfied with this. He stared at the line of text for a while, thinking about how to reply to consolidate the effect.

Should I offer words of comfort and encouragement, or perhaps tell some profound and enigmatic riddles?

Gu Yun pondered for a moment.

"No, that's not right, none of that matters."

For Lin Zhixia, she probably didn't want those sentimental platitudes; what she needed was a mysterious and powerful being who could guide her.

After all, the fact that this silly child could associate his mother's disappearance with the existence of a dark side of the association and then run away from home without hesitation is enough to prove that this silly child's self-awareness is actually not low at all.

Who would think that way?

So the less she talks, the more she fills in the blanks in her mind and tries to convince herself.

Maintaining consistency in one's public persona is also very important.

Lin Zhixia only needs to obey orders and follow the plan obediently, while Gu Yun has much more to consider.

So Gu moved his fingers and typed a few words.

"understood."

Send, lock the screen, and toss the phone aside.

Let her guess for herself and slowly ponder the deeper meaning behind those words.

At the same time, Lin Zhixia, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and staring intently at her phone screen, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

"Ding-dong."

A message reply sounded.

She pondered and pondered those few words repeatedly before finally letting out a relieved sigh.

"I knew it."

No one knew what Lin Zhixia was thinking. She buried herself under the covers, her voice somewhat muffled.

"It's unrealistic to expect Miss Wind Chime to encourage me..."

She is actually very fragile, feels that she has never been very strong, and longs to be affirmed and encouraged.

Although, I probably won't hear it from the wind chimes in my lifetime.

……

Time flies, and the days pass quickly.

Four hours passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already early the next morning.

Before the sunlight outside the window had completely dispelled the fog, Gu Yun was already sitting in front of the computer again.

Today is a special day.

With less than 24 hours left until the official start of this year's magical girl auditions, the atmosphere is already quite lively, with even the air feeling restless.

Gu Yun thought for a moment and then sent another message to the homeroom teacher.

"Teacher, I'm still not feeling well, I'm dizzy, and I'd like to ask for another day off to go to the hospital to get checked out."

The message was sent and the other end responded with a voice message within seconds.

The homeroom teacher, Lao Wang, unleashed his signature loud voice from the microphone. You could also faintly hear other teachers in the office answering their phones, most likely dealing with various excuses for leave.

"Alright, alright, do you think I don't know you? What dizziness? I think you're just itching for a ride."

"Out of the thirty-five students in the class, twenty-eight messaged me today asking for leave, and the reasons they gave were incredibly ridiculous."

Gu Yun was taken aback.

Why are there only 28 people who asked for leave? Are the remaining seven people preoccupied with something?