Chapter 1471

Baimu felt quite surprised.

"There are actually Pokemon from the Galar region around here?"

The Aurelian region is separated from Galar by more than just ten thousand li; even by plane it would take at least half a day.

He couldn't help but think of the lazy Coralie back home.

He remembered that he had originally picked up this guy by chance while participating in a cruise fishing tournament near the Unova region.

"A wild Duraludon clan?"

Baimu felt this was a good thing.

He had been worrying over how to meet Duraludon's needs just days ago, and now there was an entire clan; there should be plenty of Dreepy.

Do Dreepy have owners?

Bullshit!

Only the strong deserve offspring!

—Just kidding, Baimu wasn't about to seize them by force; he planned to see if there were any stray Dreepy.

In a normal wild Pokemon clan, the number that can ultimately evolve is not high; the natural growth of energy levels has limits, especially for late-bloomer types.

Every wild individual that can ultimately evolve belongs to the type with stronger battle lust, the kind that goes around picking fights.

Even though Dragon-type Pokemon are innately belligerent and irritable, there still aren't that many individuals that can ultimately evolve.

Evolving into Drakloak is often the limit.

This law was fully exemplified at Platinum Silver Mountain; the brought-back Hisuian Goodra clan actually consisted of less than twenty percent Hisuian Goodra.

This still factors in the important element of Dragon-type Pokemon's long lifespans.

"Let's go!"

Baimu released Duraludon and, incidentally, mounted Spectrier's back, laughing: "Going to find a mate for our family's Duraludon!"

"... Ruto!"

The socially anxious dragon bashfully let out a low groan.

What mate, it just wanted to find two "missiles."

Easily passing through the Spirit World entrance, a gray-black mist spread before Baimu's eyes, the smell rotten and foul.

Emitted from rotten bones?

He covered his mouth, and Spectrier continued weaving through without pausing.

Soon the mist gradually dispersed, revealing the same derelict ship's lower hold as in reality, only without that rotten bone.

Baimu let go of his mouth, observed his surroundings, and said: "So this is the caliber of a place rarely visited by humans."

Unlike the spine-chilling environmental atmosphere of the previous two times, the current derelict ship's bottom hold could at most be considered a bit uncomfortable.

The difference between the two obviously lay in whether there were ghosts or evil spirits nearby.

The Aurelian region was sparsely populated to begin with, and an overseas isolated island might not see a single visitor in tens of thousands of years, let alone anyone dying there.

Without "raw materials," how could ghosts or evil spirits appear?

In a certain sense this was undoubtedly fortunate, effectively avoiding future danger for students coming here.

However, the conditions for Hisuian Arcanine's birth are places with more deathly aura; can areas without ghosts or evil spirits satisfy the conditions?

Baimu couldn't be certain, and could only pin his hopes on Mingyi this little guinea pig.

Anyway, Aurelian Ceruledge succeeded.

Outside the derelict ship.

Baimu looked up at the sky; the gray-white firmament sprinkled down a hazy, faint light from who knows where, the sea surface was unexpectedly calm, as if there were no tidal gravity, presenting a completely dead-silent atmosphere.

Worthy of the Spirit World's ocean!

"Hilulu—"

Spectrier's hooves kicked in place, not rashly entering the pitch-black deep sea.

It hadn't forgotten that Baimu couldn't breathe underwater.

"The Slate... forget it."

Baimu had originally wanted to try using the Slate's power to create a protective film that would bring oxygen for himself, but this kind of operation was undoubtedly more delicate; currently his use of the Slate was still very straightforward, and he still needed a period of practice before he could wield it at will.

He quickly put on a mini scuba tank, turned on the flashlight on his foldable phone, and Spectrier accordingly dashed toward the Spirit World's ocean—

Glug.

The sensation of entering the water was very strange; there were no splashing water droplets, only the feeling of passing through a membrane and arriving in a high-pressure zone.

What exactly is the Spirit World's ocean made of? Is it really an ocean?

Intuition told Baimu not to think too deeply about this thing.

At the same time he also felt he was reckless enough to rely on skill; clearly not understanding many things, yet relying on Spectrier being by his side to plunge in headfirst.

He was a living creature, after all!

Fortunately, no mishaps occurred during the process.

The entire ocean was just as Spectrier had said — lonely, with nothing at all, a void resembling the universe.

Until the accompanying Duraludon sensed something, "Ruto?"

"Huh?"

Baimu looked at it.

Duraludon nodded, indicating it was indeed the aura of its own kind.

Spectrier accelerated forward, and in a blink they arrived at a deep ocean trench; the surroundings remained quiet as if empty of anything.

Until the first pair of yellow-lightbulb-like eyes lit up.

Immediately after, it was as if they had entered a lamp shop; dense pairs of eyes occupied all around them.

"This..."

Baimu froze.

The Spirit Horse said there was a group of Multi-Dragon Baruluo here, but it didn't say it was a large group!

Roughly estimated, the number is at least over two hundred!

The pitch-black seawater made the silhouettes of this group of Multi-Dragons appear and disappear faintly, as they gradually surrounded the Spirit Horse, Baimu, and the Multi-Dragon Baruluo, as if observing, and also as if wary of the aura they were releasing.

Setting aside the Spirit Horse as a legendary Pokémon aside, Baimu and the Multi-Dragon Baruluo possess the power to make them hesitate.

"How to say? Negotiate?"

The Multi-Sided Phone asked softly.

Baimu stroked his chin, looking at the Multi-Dragon Baruluo beside him, and asked with his eyes: "Can you do it?"

The Multi-Dragon Baruluo was a bit dazed, "Luo ta?"

Negotiate? Who? Me?

When it was at its hometown Wang Guan Snow Plains, it belonged to the type of warrior who was not good with words; otherwise, it couldn't have developed this near-socially anxious personality.

Compared to verbal sparring, it is more skilled at solving problems with force.

Seeing the Multi-Dragon Baruluo's bewildered face, Baimu sensed the surrounding gazes growing increasingly hostile, and inwardly sighed: "I am clearly such a peace-loving person."

The words fell.

The Spirit Horse made the first move.

Only seen, it fiercely released a large expanse of black mist, completely covering the nearby sea area, then swiftly darted through together with Baimu riding on it, with a swift speed that left no trace coming and no shadow going, one by one kicking away all the Multi-Dragon Baruluo, Multi-Long Qi, and Multi-Dragon Messi that it could sense.

It observes the world without eyes, relying entirely on smell, hearing, touch, and even inspiration toward energy.

Therefore, no matter how invisible the Multi-Dragon Baruluo are, they are completely unable to escape the Spirit Horse's trampling.

On the Multi-Dragon Baruluo side, it's equally at ease; its level ninety is not for nothing, and ordinary kin can easily be taken down.

The battle lasted three minutes.

The unconscious wild Multi-Dragon Baruluo, Multi-Long Qi, and Multi-Dragon Messi lay sprawled across the seabed, while the remaining small part, overly panicked, ran away.

The Spirit Horse wanted to pursue, but Baimu stopped it.

"Indeed, using force saves trouble."

He was very satisfied with the current situation, and then looked toward the Multi-Sided Phone.

The Multi-Sided Phone naturally understood the trainer's meaning: "Multi-Dragon Messi indeed has extra numbers, about forty-five or so."

"Ooh!"

Great!

Baimu affectionately patted the Multi-Dragon Baruluo that came up to him, "Ooh!"

Let's try to find two females for you as wives!

Multi-Dragon Baruluo: "..."

The trainer really knows how to say some embarrassing dragon lines all day, truly excessive!

A wild Pokémon tribe must necessarily have a leader, and the Multi-Dragon Baruluo tribe is no exception; their leader is the first unfortunate one to fall beneath the Spirit Horse's hooves.

The Multi-Sided Phone quickly revived this fellow, without directly stating the purpose, but first divided territory with it.

The gist is: from now on, we will set up camp nearby, and this time we came to say hello.

The Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader felt very aggrieved.

Although at that time it indeed had the intention to greet its brothers and surround them in attack, in the end it unilaterally suffered a beating—how could it possibly feel at ease?

"Luo ta..."

But it also wanted to know what Baimu considered as territory; if he wanted this place of theirs, well, he could just have it!

Baimu then had the Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader bring the gradually awakening other Multi-Dragons, and walk together with him.

The other party was initially not very willing, until the Spirit Horse released its aura, after which it obediently followed the content conveyed by Baimu through the Multi-Sided Phone, heading to the deserted ship island.

"Ooh puff!"

Upon leaving the sea, Baimu first took off his scuba gear and laughed: "This is it!"

Really, this place!

The Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader looked around.

It recognized this island; not long ago, a wrecked ship mysteriously appeared, causing quite a commotion.

They themselves would not normally come near here, as unknown risks are too great; now Baimu wants to take this place as territory, and it is completely indifferent.

"Luo ta!"

The Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader assumed a compliant posture.

After landing, Baimu gazed at the numerous Multi-Dragons before him and said, drawing a dagger to map the terrain: "The second matter is, to find two Multi-Dragon Messi for my partner."

"Luo ta!"

The Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader quickly looked at the timid dragon, whose firing Kong Li position was vacant, making it understand everything.

If that's the case!

I've been tricked!

The Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader deeply realized that the other's intention was not in the wine, and the second matter they mentioned after luring them here was the real one—

Their position was going to be taken over!

Heaven knows what kind of mental circuit the Multi-Dragon Baruluo leader has; Baimu clearly said he wanted to find two Multi-Dragon Messi for the timid dragon, but it thought the other was preparing to replace it.

No way!

Not allowed!

"Luo ta!"

The Duraludon leader immediately tried to defend its dignity, cursing them as a bunch of despicable villains while charging at the Social Anxiety Dragon first.

Then, it was sent flying by a single tail swipe from the Social Anxiety Dragon.

The gap between the two sides was too vast, so vast that wild Duraludon were like mayflies gazing at the blue sky — even if they all attacked together, they would be no match.

The remaining wild Duraludon, seeing their leader beaten down, some were filled with righteous indignation, some panic-stricken, and some directly kowtowed in submission to the Social Anxiety Dragon.

Among them were no few wild Dragapult.

No need for glowing cuisine to bribe them; Dragapult volunteered themselves.

Baimu was very surprised, the Social Anxiety Dragon even more so, "Ruto?"

Back when it wanted to abduct the Duraludon younger brother, it had gone through untold hardships, yet now it randomly gained followers just like that?

Of course.

The Social Anxiety Dragon's former strength cannot be compared to its current state at all; back then, it went to fight the Duraludon leader, and eight or nine times out of ten it would have lost.

"Ruto..."

The defeated Duraludon leader was very aggrieved, like a defeated male lion on the African savanna, about to slink away dejectedly, but was stopped by Baimu.

"Don't leave, you don't want this clan of yours anymore?"

He sensed the other party wanted to flee, and immediately intercepted it.

Currently, Platinum Silver Mountain has no plan to accommodate hundreds of Duraludon; that many Ghost-type Pokemon would turn the perfectly fine Dashan into a gloomy, eerie place.

The Duraludon leader looked at him aggrievedly, "Ruto!?"

This guy, he doesn't even spare himself?

It had already lost everything, and now even its own self...

Baimu quickly shattered its fantasy; the Social Anxiety Dragon's side had already picked the new Dragapult, "Based on humanitarianism, here's some medical expenses for you."

The Shiny Gengar emerged from the shadows, shook its belly, and a large pile of Pokemon food was stacked before this group of Duraludon.

An irresistible aroma began to permeate the deserted island.

These country bumpkins who live in the Spirit World, who knows if they've ever been to reality — how could He Ceng know the taste of food? From the moment the first dragon ate the "crab," they quickly scrambled to bury their heads and eat, the scene at one point resembling feeding koi in a park.

The two Dragapult that Kong Li sprayed were drooling uncontrollably and also wanted to join in, but for new members, Baimu naturally wouldn't shortchange them, and separately prepared a special portion for the two.

The Porygon-Z then conducted a simple "physical examination" on these two Pokemon, and soon learned much information.

It looked at the Social Anxiety Dragon with a strange color in its eyes.

"Two female Dragapult, hmm yes, both are female."

The Social Anxiety Dragon really found itself two wives!

Baimu's mouth formed an O shape, the Social Anxiety Dragon's narrow triangular eyes instantly widened, and it waved its claws in panic and fluster, "Ruto! Ruto!"

Misunderstanding! Absolutely a misunderstanding!

As it tried to explain, a Poké Ball at Baimu's waist suddenly opened, and the Duraludon older sister inexplicably appeared.

She looked at the Duraludon with a meaningful gaze, then suddenly rapped the latter on the skull with her small claws, huffed angrily, and turned back into the Poké Ball.

"Ruto~!"

The beaten Social Anxiety Dragon was a bit bewildered, then flew to Baimu's side, conveying something through the Poké Ball.

Baimu: "?"

Porygon-Z: "?"

The two looked at each other.

"Do you know about this?"

"Do you think I know?"

"I feel like you should know."

"Much to my regret, I actually don't know."

They both took a deep breath in unison.

Between the Duraludon and the Duraludon older sister, there exists a tender feeling that neither this trainer nor the Porygon-Z pinhole surveillance camera knew about!

That's not right.

The Duraludon older sister clearly despised the Social Anxiety one, so how could this be?

Baimu was utterly baffled.

He realized his understanding of his own Pokemon was actually still too little, at least on emotional matters, he knew extremely little.

"Do you have a Pokemon you like?" Baimu asked Porygon-Z.

Porygon-Z: "Do you count?"

"Not that kind of like."

He waved his hand, and a cold sensation came from the back of his neck — it was Spectrier's tongue, this guy wearing an 'I like you' expression.

Baimu hurriedly pressed down its head: "Alright alright, I know, have mercy on my mouth."

Among his own group of Pokemon, could there still be CPs?

He began to ponder this serious question.

Not long after.

The wild Duraludon clan finished eating, and looked expectantly at Baimu, hoping he would give a bit more.

Baimu naturally wouldn't give more, and told them to each return to their own homes.

Won't leave?

Beat you until you leave!

The wild Duraludon clan agreed very well, but after returning to the sea they didn't run far at all, lingering near the small island.

Just like neighborhood Hakimi who've tasted the sweetness, they'd come by from time to time to check if there were any kind souls feeding freeze-dried treats, cat food, and meat paste.