How could one acquire the cultivation methods of an Other World?
Knock someone out and force them to talk? Spend a fortune to buy them? Or invest time in building connections, establishing social relationships, then study under a master?
"I see. That's amazing. Could you explain it in a little more detail?"
Lu PingAn merely used the identity of an intellectual—a thoroughly flawed identity—and chatted with the knights under the pretense of gathering material. He got what he wanted.
"Mr. An Nan, are you from out of town? You probably haven't been here long. Are you planning to settle nearby?"
If that had been all, Lu PingAn would have had to worry about whether they suspected him and would start checking his background.
"...I see. Your feathers and eyes are as clear as black crystals. You really don't look like some local bumpkin. Kukala City is actually much more prosperous. Would you be interested in developing yourself over there? I could be your guide."
That overly enthusiastic "Female Knight," who kept swallowing, made even Lu PingAn unable to bear looking at her.
If her looks had not been so exceptional, he would have genuinely wondered whether he had run into some lovesick pervert. But then he thought about it—who said pretty people could not be perverts? So, he sensibly kept his distance from her.
Lu PingAn was now certain that the feathered-race appearance he had conjured with an item was probably quite good-looking.
"It's mainly your life force. Your surging life force is like that of a transcendent species. Within their race, it would count as an exceptionally high-quality mutation. A creature's evolutionary instincts crave a superior mate."
"I'll pretend I believe that."
What Lu PingAn admired most about Big Cat was probably how she could always come up with