Yin Lin named her new half-completed spell the Feng Wall.
With the Feng Wall positioned in front of her as she flew, and by channeling mana to keep the Feng Wall floating ahead, she completely solved the issue of wind resistance.
At last, she could deal with the greatest danger in the Verdant Wilds; she wouldn’t have to spend a lifetime fleeing from the Verdant Wilds’ relentless pursuit.
A straight line is truly the fastest way!
She tested flying in the air, but the first problem she ran into was not being able to see the road ahead—her vision was blocked by the Feng Wall.
As for flight speed, there was indeed a massive improvement. At 100 km/h, the mana consumption was almost negligible.
At 200 km/h, the wind was deafening. More mana had to be spent to maintain the Feng Wall. Huan Hong definitely couldn’t handle such a mana cost, but for Yin Lin, it hardly mattered.
At 400 km/h, the mana required to maintain the Feng Wall noticeably increased, even Yin Lin couldn’t treat this as her regular flying speed.
At 800 km/h, even she couldn’t bear the mana drain—she would even fall into a brief state of exhaustion from burning so much mana so quickly.
The maximum flight speed was around 1200 km/h; even the Feng Wall would shatter at that speed, unable to hold together.
She might not be able to defeat Verdant Wild, but escaping would certainly never be a problem again.
As the saying goes, think about something, and it comes right to you.
When she tried flying at 1200 km/h, it created a massive disturbance. The enormous amount of mana needed to sustain the Feng Wall was noticeable to anyone sensitive enough.
And flying at such a speed generated a roaring sound and a huge impact on the ground—ordinary people could easily hear it.
So, of course, a certain magical girl would find out.
Late at night, Huan Hong messaged in the group, telling Yin Lin not to act crazy in the middle of the night—she needed to sleep.
She had flown past Huan Hong’s neighborhood during the flight; the noise was a serious nuisance.
At first, Huan Hong thought it was magical girl Verdant Wild on the move, but once she checked the news online and saw someone had snapped a photo of Yin Lin flying in the air, she immediately knew who the real culprit was.
Huan Hong didn’t think Yin Lin looked cool at all—just loud.
Jin Luan, on the other hand, was curious and messaged to ask, “How did your flight speed get so fast? How did you do it?”
There was no reply.
Because bad things tend to sniff you out, and there was no time to check her phone.
Yin Lin kept some mana in reserve and slowed down to 200 km/h, just about to finish her day’s training and head home to rest.
Suddenly, she sensed a surge of mana in the distance. It wasn’t the signature of a fiend, nor was it Jin Luan or Huan Hong.
She immediately concluded: it was that mysterious magical girl, Verdant Wild.
She was moving incredibly fast, at least 600 km/h, flying from fifteen kilometers away directly toward Yin Lin with clear intent.
Was this her maximum flight speed? She could actually hit 600 km/h?
Yin Lin quickly left the area, headed to her stash spot for clothes, canceled her transformation, resumed her identity as Song Wuli, and hid in the shadows after getting dressed.
She waited for several minutes, but Verdant Wild never showed up.
At this point, in her human form, she couldn’t sense Verdant Wild’s presence at all.
She waited a bit longer—a full half hour.
After confirming it was safe, he left.
Through this brief encounter, Old Song gathered a few more clear pieces of intel about Verdant Wild.
First, Verdant Wild’s flight speed could reach at least 600 km/h. Second, Verdant Wild’s sensory abilities were average—not as good as Yin Lin’s.
This was an accurate assessment.
Verdant Wild had been lurking in the city, waiting for her little cuties to show themselves, when she suddenly sensed that intoxicating magic in the sky and immediately got excited.
She was confident in her sensory skills and her speed.
But that electrifying magic soon vanished from her senses, and even Verdant Wild’s pride in her speed couldn’t make up the difference.
By the time Verdant Wild reached the last spot she sensed that mana, there was no trace left.
She stubbornly searched for a long while, and by dawn, still hadn’t found the magic’s owner.
Finally, she had to return home in frustration, clutching her blanket and tossing and turning in bed for nearly the whole night.
This was why Song Wuli didn’t run into Verdant Wild at the scene—he now knew her sensing ability wasn’t as sharp as his own, which was good news.
On the way home, Song Wuli, for once, found himself thinking about why his abilities were so overpowered.
Previously, he only had Jin Luan and Huan Hong as points of comparison and knew Yin Lin’s mana reserves and sensory abilities far outstripped theirs.
Now, with Verdant Wild as another benchmark, his sensory abilities were also leagues ahead.
Why were magical girl Yin Lin’s stats so ridiculous? Was it really random? Or was there some price to pay?
These thoughts plagued Song Wuli all night, leaving him unable to sleep.
The next morning, he was jolted awake by his alarm and dragged his tired body to work.
“Morning, Team Leader Song.” Xiao Liu and the others greeted him energetically.
“Morning.” Song Wuli nodded.
“Uh, Team Leader Song, did you not sleep well last night?” Xiao Liu asked, curious.
“I’ve just got something on my mind.” He yawned as he walked.
“Did the team leader get kept up last night by some selfish magical girl’s noise?” Xiao Liu was still guessing.
“Hey, Xiao Liu, what do you mean by that? I heard that!” From a distance came Huang Yijun’s shout: “Which selfish magical girl are you talking about?”
Xiao Liu quickly yelled, “Magical girl Verdant Wild!”
Suddenly, the sound of a cup shattering on the floor rang out in the hallway.
Turning his head, he saw it was that Rita—just arrived at the office area, the woman from another district.
Noticing everyone’s attention was on her, she looked warily at Xiao Liu.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look too well either—didn’t get any sleep?” Xiao Liu asked kindly.
The woman from the other district’s expression softened, “Oh… um… I was just thinking about work last night and couldn’t sleep.”
Xiao Liu joked, “How come both you and the team leader didn’t sleep well? You two weren’t up to something last night, were you?”
Song Wuli gave an awkward smile and hurried back to his desk.
That Rita also grabbed a broom, swept the broken cup into the trash, and mopped up the floor.
He was really tired at work today, barely made it to lunchtime before finding somewhere to nap—might as well head to the roof.
When he got to the rooftop, he suddenly saw someone—it was that woman from the other district.
Why was she here?
Did she discover my secret stash?
After all, Old Song often kept his clothes on the roof and usually transformed into a magical girl up there.
He couldn’t help but feel tense.
Seeing her curious gaze, Old Song quickly asked, “By the way, what’s your full name again? I always forget.”
The woman answered, “Greta Wohl.”