Starting Today, I’m an Angel [Western Fantasy]

Coming soon: [Playing House as a Cultivator]. Please bookmark! --- Story blurb --- The little demon Alisha infiltrated a secret base on Earth belonging to Heaven! Years later, she became a legend shared by Heaven and Hell. The wrong way to be a spy: study angels' words and behavior, fit into their environment, and disguise yourself as a flawless little angel. The right way to be a spy: work your way into the top position, corrupt the angels' beliefs, and drag the other little angels down with you. If everyone has a problem, then it basically doesn't count as a problem. The angels: Although she's extravagant, arrogant, and has scammed countless people, she's a good angel. The demons: Hurry up and let her loose in Heaven to wreak havoc! What? She's right here? There's no doubt about it, Alisha is an exceptionally reliable and capable demon. We love Alisha the most! [Alisha's Guide to Infiltration, Classic Edition] First, pour in an appropriate amount of bleach to whiten a demon's black wings. Next, buy three halos for ten yuan each at the wholesale market, polish one up, and press it onto your head. Then put on a blonde wig... But after all that effort, Heaven was actually sending the angels to school?! Alisha was sent to school, too. As an exceptionally accomplished little demon who knew nothing and cared even less, Alisha mailed her homework home. "Father..." She was a spy funded by all of Hell. She had an entire Hell's worth of demons helping her cheat. Her homework came back. It was full of incomprehensible scribbles. Alisha had a breakdown. Black spots began appearing on her freshly polished halo. She couldn't keep being a spy for another day! But Father raised her allowance. Note: 1. This is my take on modern-setting Western fantasy, not reality. I'm writing a silly slice-of-life story and letting my imagination run wild. There are lots of original ideas. 2. The infiltration guide above is for reference only. The author is not responsible for any little angels or demons who fail to disguise themselves. --- Upcoming story blurb --- Dashitou Village was so remote that even the immortal sects recruiting disciples in the mortal realm wouldn't give it a second glance. Whenever Lin Taotao came up, the villagers of Dashitou Village would shake their heads and sigh. "The Lin family spoils their daughter too much. Taotao is already seven years old, and they won't let her lift a finger. They just let her play house all day." Lin Taotao was playing cultivator house. The mud house she molded became a towering palace. The beans she stir-fried with a little shovel became life-saving pills. The scribbles she wrote brought spring rain... The villagers: An immortal! Years later, among the names on the rankings of the super immortal sects was one that didn't fit in at all: Dashitou Village. The cultivators were baffled. "What on earth is that?" Theme: Work hard to change your life