Chapter 7: A Black Miaomiao!

Ding dong! A Little Spirit Ba Dahu was spotted one meter ahead!

【Ba Dahu (Insect Type/Flying Type)】

【Level: Level 16 (Beginner Level)】

【Ability: Compound Eyes】

【Skills: Spit Silk, Insect Bite, Ultrasonic, Telekinesis, Poison Powder, Paralysis Powder】

【Potential: Novice Extreme】

Listening to the System Prompt Sound in his ears, Lin Mo's mouth curved into a smile.

The Level‑16 Ba Dahu, though stronger than Da Zhen Feng, is only limitedly strong.

Da Zhen Feng!

Lin Mo gently patted the light‑brown Da Zhen Feng at his side, a smile appearing on his lips: "From now on, it's up to you!"

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Da Zhen Feng's compound eyes twitched, and it nodded vigorously.

Go!

Lin Mo strode forward and soon saw a white figure sheltering from the rain beneath the canopy.

Such a torrential downpour is equally deadly for Ba Dahu.

Especially poison powder and paralysis powder cannot be used at all.

Six moves, now only four remain.

Da Zhen Feng, close range, Poison Needle!

Lin Mo looked toward the Da Zhen Feng beside him.

As Lin Mo finished speaking, a harsh buzzing rang out, and Da Zhen Feng instantly appeared before Ba Dahu.

Da Zhen Feng's strength was still too weak to launch Poison Needle under the pounding rain.

First, the toxin would be washed away by the rain, weakening it.

Second, its speed would also be affected.

The safest method, of course, is to use Poison Needle up close.

Several deep‑purple poison needles shot out swiftly, embedding firmly in Ba Dahu's body.

In an instant, several violet‑colored Blood Holes appeared on Ba Dahu's lower abdomen.

Woo‑woo!

Ba Dahu winced in pain, letting out a whimper, and reflexively opened its tiny mouth to bite Da Zhen Feng.

This is a wild Little Spirit.

When suddenly faced with danger, it panics and attacks purely on instinct.

For example now, Ba Dahu has many skills, yet at this moment it chose Insect Bite.

Random Strike!

As Lin Mo finished speaking, his sharp steel needle shot out swiftly.

Accompanied by two whooshing sounds, the sharp steel needle, like a spear, lodged firmly in Ba Dahu's lower abdomen.

At the same time, Ba Dahu's Insect Bite was interrupted.

It halted briefly, then was flung backward.

With a "Bang", Ba Dahu slammed heavily against the tree trunk, its insect eyes glazed.

It fell unconscious.

Bang bang!

Seeing the motionless, powerless Ba Dahu on the ground, Da Zhen Feng looked very excited.

The Da Zhen Feng, fresh from its first victory, excitedly tapped its sharp steel needle.

Producing crisp "Bang" after "Bang" sounds.

Well done!

Lin Mo also didn't hold back praise, gently patting Da Zhen Feng's head, and laughing: "Although its power is low, its battle sense is good, and it follows my commands without hesitation."

This Da Zhen Feng truly lives up to its quasi‑Heavenly King pedigree; both its moves and combat talent are excellent.

If properly trained, it could become a mainstay.

Lin Mo does not idolize species stats as a trainer.

On the contrary, Lin Mo prefers ordinary Little Spirits.

Guiding them to surpass those so‑called Elite Three, quasi‑gods, and even divine beasts.

That is the true hallmark of a great trainer.

Of course Lin Mo is not foolish; if he encounters a rare Little Spirit, he won't miss the chance.

Go!

Lin Mo took out a Spirit Ball, which landed steadily on Ba Dahu.

As strands of red light surged, they instantly enveloped Ba Dahu.

The roughly half‑meter‑sized Ba Dahu whooshed into the Spirit Ball.

This thing is truly amazing!

Lin Mo pressed the Spirit Ball's button; the fist‑sized ball instantly shrank to the size of a winter jujube.

That Miaomiao should be near that stream!

Did you all actually see correctly? How could there be a black Miaomiao!

If I misread, I'll gouge my eyes out for you!

Lin Mo, who was looking down at the Spirit Ball, suddenly lifted his head.

His eyes were full of astonishment.

"Black Miaomiao???"

"Isn't that a shining Little Spirit!"

Lin Mo's heart pounded wildly; a shining Little Spirit represents mystery and uncertainty.

Besides differing in color from other Little Spirits of the same group, it also has a huge disparity in various abilities.

For example, the shining Giant Rock Snake in the story underwent a change in its attributes.

It became a Ground‑type Ice‑type Little Spirit.

That is, it fears fire and also fears water,

Hmm… judging solely from the attribute change, it's clear the Giant Rock Snake's shine failed.

"Black Miaomiao!"

Lin Mo stroked his chin, clearly developing a strong interest in this Little Spirit.

Since it exists within the system, it should be possible to investigate what special abilities this black Miaomiao possesses.

Thinking of that, Lin Mo patted Da Zhen Feng's head, signaling him to move more gently.

He then stuck his head out.

Three men dressed in black bodysuits were seen walking toward the stream on the right.

From the distinctive bodysuits on the three, it can be inferred that, like the previous two, they are all Little Spirit hunters.

"It's just that we don't know what strength these three have!"

Lin Mo's eyes flickered as he murmured softly: "Seeing that the three aren't young, the Little Spirits they hold must be at least late‑novice level; even ordinary level would be quite normal!"

Thinking of that, a thought rose in Lin Mo's mind.

"Since they don't know the exact direction of the Miaomiao, why don't I search for it myself???"

Lin Mo's mind raced, quickly recalling his hint system.

He believed that, when it comes to finding Little Spirits, he would certainly be faster than those three.

He thought of that.

Lin Mo sprang up quickly and ran toward the right‑front of the three.

Now it was pouring torrential rain; as long as he didn't get too close to the three, he believed he wouldn't expose himself.

The torrential rain drummed down continuously, like a timer counting down.

A competition to see who finds the Miaomiao first.

"Eh?"

Lin Mo observed carefully and suddenly noticed the bushes ahead on the right were slanted.

"I wonder if it's here?"

Lin Mo stroked his chin and boldly walked forward.

On the rainy night, Lin Mo pushed aside the thicket, revealing a winding path before his eyes.

A few catnip leaves appeared before him.

Lin Mo's gaze flickered, a slight smile curling his lips: "The catnip is here; I'm sure that Miaomiao won't be far away!"

Thinking of that, Lin Mo chose to lie in wait.

He went straight to the withered vine tree opposite the catnip, his sharp eyes fixed on the distant catnip, motionless.

"Tick! Tick!"

Droplets fell continuously from the sky, touching Lin Mo's forehead with a series of pat‑pat sounds.

Soaked by the rain, Lin Mo sat as still as an old monk in meditation.

His ears heard nothing of the world outside, merely waiting.

"Ding‑dong! Little Spirit detected 200 meters ahead! Shining MeowMeow!"