In Locke, beast taming begins with a black pot.

The spaceship traveled through the clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds outside the window was dyed golden red by the setting sun, as beautiful as a painting.

Chen Xun leaned back in his chair, holding the little black pot that was dozing off after eating and drinking its fill, but his mind was on something else.

[Mud spraying].

This is a new skill unlocked at level 2 of the Little Black Pot.

He recalled the skill details in his mind:

[Skill: Mud Jet]

[Attribute: Earth]

[Type: Physical Attack]

[Power: 40]

[Effect: Sprays a high-concentration mud at the target, dealing damage and having a 30% chance to reduce the target's hit rate. After the mud dries, it forms mud clumps that restrict the target's movement.]

[Note: Toxins can mix into the mud. When a poison-type compound potion is triggered, an additional poison effect is inflicted, lasting 3 rounds.]

……

Chen Xun's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the skill description.

This is not a typical mud spraying.

This is a toxic mud spray!

Ordinary mud spray is just a basic skill of the Earth element, with average power and effect.

But the mud spraying from the small black pot is different.

Because it has the properties of a compound drug, it can mix toxins into the mud.

What does this mean?

This means that the mud spray from the little black pot not only has the physical damage and restriction effect of earth-type skills, but also the continuous damage of poison.

Dual attributes, dual effects!

Most importantly, from the outside, it looks like an ordinary mud spray, and no one would suspect that it was laced with poison.

Just like the previous mud bubble poisoning.

They appear harmless, but are deadly in the blink of an eye.

"Little black pot, you're such a treasure."

Chen Xun touched the warm lid of the small black pot.

The little black pot made a "glug" sound in its sleep, and the lid rubbed against Chen Xun's palm.

You touched the little black pot, triggering a skill insight: Mud Spraying Proficiency +5

Chen Xun was stunned for a moment.

Touching it can increase skill proficiency?

Does this work too?

He touched it again.

[Currently at level 86, Mud Spraying Proficiency +3]

Touch it again.

[Currently at level 87, Mud Spraying Proficiency +2]

Touch it again.

[Currently at level 88, Mud Spraying Proficiency +1]

……

Chen Xun got hooked on touching it, and his hand never left the lid of the little black pot.

The little black pot felt incredibly comfortable to touch, making a "bubbling" sound, and its body was slightly warm, as if it were enjoying a top-notch spa treatment.

Old Han, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore: "Could you please stop touching that pot? It's giving me goosebumps."

"What do you know? This is called cultivating feelings."

Chen Xun stated matter-of-factly, "When the relationship is good, the elves become stronger in battle; that's common sense."

"Common sense my ass."

Old Han rolled his eyes: "I've raised elves for so many years, and I've never heard of them becoming stronger just by touching them."

"That's because you've never seasoned a pot before."

Chen Xun continued touching.

Old Man Han: "..."

Okay, whatever you say.

That's what happens when you're the father.

……

As night fell, the spaceship's lights dimmed, and the second-class cabin was filled with the sounds of snoring.

Chen Xun, however, couldn't sleep.

He leaned against the window, watching the occasional starlight flash across the dark sky outside, his thoughts drifting far away.

capital.

My parents' alma mater.

The Black Tower organization.

The seal of the spirit slot.

And there's that Dudu Egg that I found by chance in the Elf Junkyard.

What is the connection between all of this?

What exactly is Old Man Han hiding from him?

What is the truth behind the parents' disappearance?

The little black pot seemed to sense his emotions, woke up from its sleep, gently rubbed its lid against his arm, and made a soft "gurgling" sound.

"fine."

Chen Xun looked down at it and smiled: "No matter what lies ahead, we'll face it together."

The lid of the little black pot gleamed, as if to say "good".

[Little Black Pot senses your determination and triggers a hidden effect: Little Black Pot's fighting spirit increases, and its skill power will be increased by 10% in the next battle.]

……

Chen Xun looked at the prompts on the panel.

This pot is getting more and more interesting.

……

The next morning.

The spacecraft slowly landed at the Capital Airport.

Chen Xun, carrying a bag and holding a small black pot, walked out of the cabin.

What hits you is the dry air and noise unique to the capital city in the early morning.

Looking around, the huge airport was bustling with people, with passengers everywhere dragging suitcases and carrying pets.

On the airport's dome, a giant holographic projection played a promotional video for the Capital Beast Taming Academy on a loop. In the video, majestic elves fought in a secret realm, and the beast tamers were full of vigor.

"Capital Beast Taming Academy, the cradle of Chinese beast tamers!"

"This year, we only have one hundred places available. We will select the best candidates; we will not accept unqualified students!"

"Will you be the next legend?"

……

Chen Xun looked at the large characters and took a deep breath.

He didn't care whether it was legendary or not.

There was only one thing he cared about.

Find the truth.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Old Han dragged his huge, tattered bag over, wobbling like a penguin: "I've already booked a hotel, right next to the Capital Beast Taming Academy, just a five-minute walk away, so it'll be convenient for you to take the entrance exam."

"Where did you get the money?"

Chen Xun looked wary.

"Uh... I used my credit card."

Do you have a credit card?

"no."

"So how did you swipe it?"

"It was applied for using your ID card."

"..."

Chen Xun took a deep breath and told himself not to get angry and not to stoop to the level of an old scoundrel.

"Han Zhou, I'm warning you, if you dare to use my name to incur a mountain of debt, I'll stew you and feed you to Little Black Pot."

"Don't be so fierce."

Old Han grinned and said, "Once our patent application is approved, what's this little bit of money? It's just a drop in the ocean!"

"I told you, that patent application can't be filed!"

"We have to apply even if we can't! Let's go, let's go to the hotel first, settle in, and then go to the patent office!"

Old Han dragged Chen Xun toward the exit, acting as if the patent office was his own property.

The little black pot peeked out from Chen Xun's arms, curiously looking around at the unfamiliar city.

Skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and all sorts of sprites wandering the streets.

A Pied Eagle taller than a man flew overhead, its wings flapping so hard that Old Man Han's wig almost flew off.

"The capital city is indeed different."

Chen Xun sighed.

"Of course."

Old Han proudly raised his chin: "This is the center of the country, a paradise for beast tamers, but also a hell. Here, if you have the ability, you can rise above others; if you don't, you'll be trampled underfoot. It's incredibly cruel."

That's why I brought you along.

He looked at Chen Xun with a rare seriousness in his eyes: "You're talented, smart, and you have a unique pot. If you're properly trained, you'll definitely be someone important in the future."

Don't flatter me.

Chen Xun remained unmoved: "Pay back the money you owe me first."

Old Man Han: "..."

Why are you so stubborn?

The two walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi.

The driver, a man in his forties, paused for a moment when he saw the small black pot in Chen Xun's arms: "Young man, your little sprite is quite unique, pot-shaped, I've never seen one like it before."

"Earth element."

Chen Xun said casually.

"Earth element is good, it's durable."

The driver gave a thumbs up: "The first Pokémon I ever raised was a Ground-type Onix. It was tough and protected me from a lot of damage. After I retired, I kept it at home and fed it the most expensive energy crystals every day."

"Then you must have a very good relationship with it."

"Of course."

The driver started the car and said with a smile, "It's been twenty years. It's closer than my own son. My son isn't as obedient as it is."