Wen Qi watched the Ivysaur playing in the distance and checked its information.
Pokémon: Ivysaur Level: 22 Type: Grass + Poison Ability: Overgrow (Boosts Grass-type moves when HP is low) Potential: Deep Blue Moves: Tackle (Proficient), Growl (Proficient), Vine Whip (Proficient), Growth (Proficient, Variant), Leech Seed (Proficient), Razor Leaf (Proficient), Sweet Scent (Proficient, Variant), Synthesis (Proficient), Sunny Day (Proficient), Solar Beam (Proficient), Leaf Storm (Proficient), Seed Machine Gun (Proficient), Poison Powder (Beginner), Sleep Powder (Beginner), Seed Bomb (Beginner), Energy Ball (Beginner), Giga Drain (Beginner), Grassy Terrain (Beginner), Leaf Storm (Beginner), Toxic (Beginner) Status: Has fully absorbed the energy of the mysterious Grass-type legendary Pokémon crystal, boosting Grass-type move power by 20%.
With Ivysaur’s potential, it would likely reach its evolution limit soon. When that happened, he’d have to start using an Everstone again, and Ivysaur would definitely suffer more.
But what troubled Wen Qi even more was that raising it to Purple potential would require far more than just attribute evolution and life essence. He’d need the power of a legendary Pokémon—that was a hundred thousand points!
Though the cost was steep, success would break the bottleneck of Blue potential and make it a Purple-potential Pokémon.
Purple potential was basically the ceiling for ordinary Pokémon. If he could have one, Wen Qi would be ecstatic.
But that was still a long way off. He’d have to take it slow.
Wen Qi had Torterra accompany Ivysaur to get used to its body, then train together. After observing for a while and seeing everything was normal, he left.
Time flew by, and three days passed in a flash. During these three days, the sun still rose and set each day, and a gentle breeze brushed across the farm.
Wen Qi was busy with other matters, while Ivysaur and Torterra grew steadily through constant training.
Before he knew it, the third day arrived, and everything seemed to be quietly brewing new changes in the calm.
That day, a familiar figure descended from the sky. It was his old friend Charizard, carrying Zhou Zhiwen.
At the time, Wen Qi was lounging in the pavilion under his big tree, watching shows and drinking tea.
When Zhou Zhiwen came over, he didn’t stand on ceremony. He sat directly across from Wen Qi and poured himself some tea.
After resting a moment, Zhou Zhiwen spoke:
“Boss Wen, you sure are relaxed. When are you planning to meet Dr. Chu Feng?”
Wen Qi set down his teacup, squinted slightly, and looked at Zhou Zhiwen with a faint smile, speaking slowly:
“Captain Zhou, I really haven’t figured this out yet. I was genuinely eager to meet Dr. Chu Feng before, but now that it’s actually here, I’m not in a rush anymore.”
Zhou Zhiwen frowned, looking puzzled, and asked:
“Boss Wen, why is that? Such a rare opportunity—don’t miss it.”
Wen Qi sat up straight, crossed his arms, and wore a conflicted expression as he said:
“Captain Zhou, think about it. If I go rushing over, it’d make me look cheap. Dr. Chu Feng is impressive, sure, but I can’t just hand myself over for nothing. I need to show some value, don’t I?”
Zhou Zhiwen nodded thoughtfully, then said:
“That’s true, but what a shame it’d be if you missed out.”
Wen Qi shook his head lightly and sighed:
“I know I might miss it, but if I go in such a hurry, will I get any respect? I’m really torn about this.”
Zhou Zhiwen took a sip of tea and said:
“Boss Wen, your reasoning makes sense. But Dr. Chu Feng isn’t someone you can meet anytime. You need to think it through.”
Wen Qi frowned, his gaze drifting as he sank into deep thought:
“Captain Zhou, what do you think I should do? Going feels wrong, not going feels wrong too. I just can’t make up my mind.”
Zhou Zhiwen patted Wen Qi on the shoulder:
“Boss Wen, think it over carefully and weigh the pros and cons. Anyway, this opportunity is rare—just don’t end up regretting it.”
Wen Qi grimaced, picked up his teacup again, and fell silent.
Suddenly, Wen Qi seemed to have an idea and said:
“Captain Zhou, are Dr. Chu Feng’s Pokémon all Dragon-type?”
“Not all, but his main ones are Dragon-type. He has some others, but Dragon-types are the focus.”
“I see. I’ve thought of something—rushing in isn’t a good deal, but I really do want to connect with Dr. Chu Feng.
How about this: I’ll prepare some high-level Dragon-type perfect energy cubes infused with life energy, and you can take them to Dr. Chu Feng for me.”
“Will that work? Are you trying to bribe Dr. Chu Feng?”
“It’s fine. I think Dr. Chu Feng won’t turn these down. Only if he accepts my gift will we be on the same page. If he asks you to bring me a gift in return, take it and bring it back.”
“We’re both smart people. Give and take—that’s how cooperation works later.”
“I didn’t expect you to have so many schemes.”
“No choice. Dr. Chu Feng has high status and strong strength. If it weren’t for his good reputation and the items I want from him, I really wouldn’t want to deal with someone like that.”
“I’d rather just be a carefree slacker.”
“Alright, I get it. Hand over the stuff, and I’ll take it to him now.”
Wen Qi pretended to pull two jars from his backpack. One contained a hundred Fire-type cubes, which he handed to Zhou Zhiwen, and the other held a hundred Dragon-type cubes for Dr. Chu Feng.
Zhou Zhiwen looked at the jar of energy cubes meant for him, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
He thought to himself that all the risks he’d taken were for this very thing.
These were energy cubes even more miraculous than perfect quality. He figured that after finishing this jar, his Charizard would definitely level up.
At that thought, Zhou Zhiwen felt all the trouble he’d been through was worth it.