Chapter 6: Still Talking Back?  

The flight training ended, and this was the least resistant Song Wuli had ever felt about being a magical girl.  

Flying! The dream of countless people.  

Using a flight device was satisfying enough for many, but this was flesh-and-blood flight with just a wand.  

It was infinitely more thrilling than wingsuit gliding.  

“For the sake of this awesome flight experience, I’ll temporarily forgive you for forcing me into the contract. Just for one day, though.”  

Yinlin brought up the contract again, clearly still holding a grudge.  

Diamond coughed for a bit.  

Just as it was about to speak, both sensed something and looked to the distant sky.  

Something was approaching fast.  

Diamond: “You felt that?”  

Yinlin nodded, sensing a mass of magical energy rapidly closing in—a magical girl’s signature.  

Diamond: “Your perception is terrifying. Among the magical girls I know, you’re at least top three.”  

Yinlin: “You’re not just saying that to keep me around, are you?”  

Diamond: “I’m telling the truth.”  

Yinlin tidied up the scene, hiding her original clothes and checking for anything left behind.  

The magical girl’s presence grew closer, maybe a few hundred meters away, almost here.  

Diamond gave a weird smile: “Not running? Gonna meet her?”  

Yinlin: “No need to run. Perfect chance to practice.”  

She was a bit excited to meet another magical girl again.  

A bit nervous, testing if her crafted persona would hold up.  

A bit expectant—who could it be?  

Okay, she shouldn’t have been expectant. 

A minute later, she regretted it.  

Now she understood why Diamond smirked earlier.  

From afar, she saw the color of the other’s hair, and Yinlin had a bad feeling.  

Golden hair, tall figure, a wand at her waist.  

Oh no, a boss-level magical girl.  

The golden-haired girl floated in the air, looking down at Yinlin from a dozen meters away.  

“Tell me your name,” she said coldly.  

Yinlin began her act, controlling her tone: “Oh my, Doesn’t Auntie know to introduce herself before asking someone’s name?”  

Ugh, that tone made her cringe, even though it came from her own mouth.  

The girl answered, “Jinluan.”  

Yinlin: “I didn’t say I’d answer just because you introduced yourself”  

“You don’t know who I am?” Jinluan seemed puzzled.  

“I know~ The third most wanted magical girl on the Human Alliance’s list, Jinluan. Specializes in blades, known for unbelievable speed.”  

Jinluan: “You knew, yet you made me introduce myself?”  

Yinlin: “What if Auntie was an impostor?”  

She could feel a slight shift in Jinluan’s magical aura, like a faint ripple from a grain of rice dropping into water.  

Yinlin quickly raised her magic shield.  

Almost simultaneously, a breeze passed, and a blur flashed before her eyes.  

A punch hit Yinlin’s chest—not painful, thanks to the shield. 

She only stepped back twice before steadying.  

Jinluan frowned slightly: What a strong shield.  

Yinlin frowned too: What insane speed.  

First to talk wins: “Hasn’t Auntie eaten?”  

Jinluan seemed a bit annoyed. 

Her arms glowed with visible golden light, like golden flames.  

“Careful, that’s Jinluan’s other ability—enchanting objects for extra damage,” Diamond warned from the side.  

It didn’t intervene, just watched the show.  

It knew this was a rare chance for Yinlin to gain real combat experience.  

It even thought Yinlin provoked Jinluan on purpose to create this opportunity for practice.  

Yinlin began charging magic while walking to create distance.  

Her inability to fly without the wand showed—needing it for flight but also for charging, she was stuck as a ground chicken.  

Jinluan easily closed the gap, landing another punch on the shield.  

The shield rippled but didn’t break.  

Jinluan upped the force, throwing three heavy punches. 

The impacts made dull thuds, sending out shockwaves.  

Yet the shield showed no damage.  

“Is Auntie okay? Need me to go easy?” Yinlin taunted.  

She was terrified inside. 

Each punch felt like it could kill her.  

The punches were nearly as strong as a demon’s full-force attack.  

And this was just Jinluan’s fists, not her weapon.  

Clearly, Jinluan was playing around, not serious yet.  

Maybe she should beg for mercy and stop running her mouth—continuing could get her in trouble.  

On second thought, if she could break Jinluan’s composure, didn’t that mean her persona was working?  

Keep acting, or it’d all be for nothing.  

After a dozen more moves, Yinlin was completely on the receiving end, relying on her shield.  

The shield started showing faint cracks.  

She kept charging, but her progress was only at 20%—still a long way to go.  

Jinluan began to get serious, using more strength.  

Another charged punch hit the shield, the shockwave peeling a layer of grass off the ground. Yinlin was knocked down but unharmed.  

The shield’s cracks grew larger.  

Suddenly, Yinlin made a bold move: she stopped charging, raised a new shield, then resumed charging.  

What? 

She could use such high-intensity shields back-to-back?  

Even Jinluan was surprised.  

Glancing at Diamond, who was grinning smugly, it seemed confident in the silver-haired girl.  

Jinluan finally got serious, drawing her weapon.  

What looked like a wand at her waist was a scabbard. 

She drew a katana.  

Infusing the blade with magic, it glowed with golden fiery effects, clearly powerful.  

Maybe it was time to beg for mercy.  

Yinlin was scared again—not knowing Jinluan’s full strength or her own.  

Could her shield hold?  

“Auntie didn’t get triggered, did she?”  

Damn! 

She didn’t mean to say that, but her mouth was too fast, spitting out a line from her green tea quotes.  

She was about to beg.  

Jinluan didn’t give her a chance, striking.  

From a distance, she swung a seemingly ordinary slash.  

The air seemed to split, and the fear of death surged again.  

The blade didn’t touch Yinlin directly, but the golden blade aura grazed her, hitting the edge.  

Her shield shattered instantly.  

The aura nicked her dress, cutting a slit in the black fabric.  

Jinluan moved again, a black blur, instantly at her side.  

Her silver hair was lifted, and Jinluan inhaled: “Very fragrant, but you still need punishment.”  

She raised her hand and, through the dress, slapped Yinlin’s butt with a crisp sound.  

The force was significant—harder than a fight, lighter than a killing blow.  

Her butt stung with fiery pain.  

Yinlin stumbled forward, losing control of her 35% charged beam, which fired involuntarily.  

The beam, still impressive, exploded in the sky like a massive firework, lighting up half the city.  

“We’ll meet again,” Jinluan said coolly, then fled.  

Yinlin ran too—staying would mean dealing with security or onlookers.  

The next day…  

At work.  

“Hey, Old Song, why are you standing to work?” Huang Yijun passed by.  

“Sitting too long gives you hemorrhoids,” Song Wuli said, typing while standing, looking out of place among seated colleagues.