A spirit descends, Gardevoir is my childhood friend?

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiaolin had basically finished packing her luggage.

night--

Tang Tian led everyone to a Chinese restaurant not far from the hotel, which was decorated in a very luxurious style.

Tang Tian unusually ordered a few bottles of beer, but he didn't allow the first and second-year high school students to drink them; he let the senior students have some.

The food here was pretty good. Lin Xiaolin ate in silence. After staying with Lingxin for a few days, his mouth was so bland that he had been eating fruit every day.

The senior students were unexpectedly lively over the past few days. Even Lan Rou, who is usually very quiet, drank some alcohol, but her face turned red after just one bottle.

"Back in the day, this kid was a crybaby, haha." Tang Tian put his arm around Wang Can and laughed heartily.

"Teacher Tang, let's not talk about this embarrassing history with the younger students." Wang Can said speechlessly, eating the fruit he had just finished eating.

"Nothing much, you'd never guess..."

As Tang Tian spoke, he began to tell them about the dark history of the upperclassmen, as if he remembered every single moment of every student.

Lin Xiaolin suddenly realized that the senior students in their final year of high school seemed to have already graduated after the college league, and their performance in the college league was their graduation exam.

No wonder Tang Tian brought everyone to the party.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaolin saw Wang Can give him a look, signaling him to leave. Then he told Tang Tian he was going to the bathroom and slipped away.

Lin Xiaolin followed her out.

"Senior Wang Can, is there something you need?"

The two stood at the entrance of the restaurant, enjoying the cool night breeze. There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and judging from the weather, it looked like it was going to rain.

"Xiao Lin." Wang Can suddenly sat down on the steps by the door, gesturing for Lin Xiao Lin to sit next to him.

Lin Xiaolin didn't mind and sat down next to Wang Can.

"Do you know the story of No. 1 High School?" Wang Can's sudden question puzzled Lin Xiaolin.

"I don't know. I wasn't in Xingcheng when I was little. I've only been back for a short time now," Lin Xiaolin said, scratching her head.

"Really? Then let me tell you. No. 1 High School has been established for 30 years, but for the first 20 years or so, it was known as the worst high school in Xingcheng."

Wang Can looked at Lin Xiaolin, and their eyes met. Lin Xiaolin was somewhat surprised, as he had never heard of these things before.

"Until the year before last, there was a senior high school student named Asaba. She wanted to lead No. 3 High School out of this predicament. She was a child adopted by the principal. Her goal was to lead the school to go further. She succeeded and she failed. She raised No. 3 High School to the level of No. 1 High School. No one knows how much she sacrificed, but she also failed. She lost miserably in the college league."

Wang Can's eyes were a little dazed as he spoke.

"Back then, he was a senior in high school, and I was a freshman. But she was so dazzling that she could attract everyone around her. When she failed and was eliminated, she just patted Lanrou and me on the shoulder and said that she would leave the rest to us. Unfortunately, I disappointed her."

At this point, Wang Can suddenly stood up and placed his hand on Lin Xiaolin's right shoulder.

"I'm leaving the rest to you!"

Wang Can's words were like a legacy passed down to Lin Xiaolin, and Lin Xiaolin seemed to see a glimmer of light in Wang Can's eyes.

"Yes, I won't let you down." Lin Xiaolin's eyes were full of light as she nodded firmly.

"Haha." Laughter drifted in, then faded into the distance.

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The next morning, Lin Xiaolin had no regrets. She had already told them everything she needed to say the day before, and directly injected her superpower into the pink stone.

But calling it an injection is more like an exploration. He only knows how to explore now, and nothing else. He can only use it through spiritual guidance.

The next instant, Lin Xiaolin reappeared in the passage.

Whoosh! When she opened her eyes again, she and her luggage were already in the cabin. At that moment, Lingxin was holding a Ralts and helping her comb her hair.

Little Ralts had gotten a head full of spider webs from somewhere, and Lingxin was gently combing them away.

"Back so early?" Lingxin asked Lin Xiaolin.

"Yes, I've said everything I needed to say and I'm back."

As Lin Xiaolin spoke, she pushed her luggage back into her room.

When I came out after packing my luggage, Lingxin was already waiting outside.

Lin Xiaolin released Xiaolan and Xinlinbao and placed them in front of Lingxin.

"Come on." Lingxin didn't say much, but placed her hand on Lin Xiaolin's shoulder and helped Lin Xiaolin activate his superpowers to move towards Xiaolan.

Unlike Xiao Lan and Xin Lin Bao's passive acceptance, Xiao Lan can also respond to Lin Xiao Lin with her superpowers, and the two quickly got into the mood.

At this moment, Heartscale was facing four Ralts.

"Chirp!" All of you get out of the way, I'm fierce, I can bite.

Heartscale snarled as it stared at the four Ralts.

"Raru! Raru!" Little Dragon came to be our mount.

Several Ralts rushed forward and mounted the Heartscale on its back.

Although Xinlinbao was very angry, he couldn't fight with a few children. That would be too embarrassing for Xiaobao, especially since the old witch was there and looked quite fierce.

Xinlinbao thought to herself, glancing in Lingxin's direction.

Lin Xiaolin was currently calculating in his mind countless times how to control the power within his body. If once didn't work, he would try twice, and if twice didn't work, he would try three times.

Xiao Lan is much more reliable than Xin Lin Bao. Xin Lin Bao just waits for the energy to come, while Xiao Lan can use her superpowers to give Lin Xiao Lin a coordinate and leave her a destination.

There's nothing we can do about it; you can't expect Heartscale to learn superpowers, can you?

Chapter 101 Giant Tree

Days passed by, and more than two months went by in the blink of an eye. During this month, Lin Xiaolin spent most of his time cultivating his superpowers under the guidance of Lingxin.

However, in his spare time, he would wander around and, just as the internet had said, Lin Xiaolin discovered quite a few fairy-type spirits in the vicinity.

After two months of hard work, Lin Xiaolin can now strengthen her own abilities on her own with Xiaolan, but Xinlinbao is still not ready.

Lingxin said he wasn't skilled enough yet, but he would be fine once he was. He just needed to take it one step at a time. People like him have very long lifespans, though he didn't know exactly how long, but Lingxin's mother was over three hundred years old.

Moreover, her mother did not die of old age, but in a battle.

Lin Xiaolin became interested when the topic of the battle came up, but Lingxin didn't reveal the details for a long time, so Lin Xiaolin could only sigh in disappointment.

Early that morning, Lin Xiaolin had just gotten up when he noticed Lingxin standing outside, not sitting in the room as usual.

"Sister Lingxin, what's wrong?"

Lin Xiaolin stood beside Lingxin and asked.

“The time has come.” Lingxin’s eyes gleamed with blue light as she looked at the towering tree in the distance.

"When?" Lin Xiaolin was full of questions. Why were they all speaking in riddles, never explaining themselves clearly?

At this moment, Xiao Lan walked out from behind Lin Xiao Lin.

"Little Scale, I feel an unprecedentedly powerful force awakening within me. It's incredibly powerful; in its eyes, I'm not even worth an ant."

Lin Xiaolin turned to look at Xiao Lan and found that Xiao Lan was trembling all over, as if she had sensed something extremely terrifying.

Then he turned to look at Lingxin.

"Get ready to come with me. I'll take you to see an important person," Lingxin said.

Without thinking, Lin Xiaolin took out a Poké Ball and put the Xinlinbao, who had just woken up and was eating fruit in the living room, into the Poké Ball. Then, she and Xiaolan looked at her at the same time.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaolin felt a sense of disorientation, and the next moment she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

Lin Xiaolin looked around and saw that Lingxin and Xiaolan were both there. Then she looked up and her breath hitched.

They were now standing not far from the giant tree, and only now, standing beneath it, could they clearly see how enormous and magnificent it was.

He wasn't even as big as the tendrils at the base of this giant tree.

Lingxin headed towards the giant tree, and Lin Xiaolin and Xiaolan quickly followed.

There were places that Lin Xiaolin couldn't climb over, so he asked Xiao Lan to take him there.

At this moment, Lin Xiaolin felt as if he were an ant darting through the bushes, surrounded by enormous roots.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lin Xiaolin and Xiao Lan were both panting heavily when they finally reached the roots of the giant tree.

Standing on the foundation is like standing on a hillside.

Lingxin stood still, with Lin Xiaolin and Xiaolan standing behind her.

Suddenly, the giant tree began to tremble, and even the slightest tremor caused Lin Xiaolin to fall to the ground with a thud.

The trembling lasted for three minutes before the giant tree stopped. Lingxin suddenly closed her eyes in the direction of the giant tree and clenched her hands as if in prayer.

The next moment, an ethereal voice came, a voice that seemed not to be spoken, but rather to come from this very place.

"My supporter, what business do you have with me?" The ethereal voice reached Lin Xiaolin's ears, causing him to tremble.

Even Xiao Lan's body trembled, but she still stood in front of Lin Xiao Lin.

Lin Xiaolin finally realized how foolish it was to want to capture a divine beast. Could such a powerful divine beast be matched by human strength?

Lin Xiaolin stared blankly at the towering tree. He already knew who the tree belonged to, but he couldn't say a word or move.

“Great God of Life, I have found another god’s representative, who is also my friend. He is injured. Can you heal him?”