Toxic!

When the hall reached a small path, the Skiploom in his arms had already fallen asleep.

"Whoosh--whoosh--"

The yellow petals on the top of the Skiploom closed completely, as if it had returned to its unevolved state, curling up into a ball and emitting even breathing sounds.

After looking around, Dian found a suitable campsite.

Beside the path, there was a large Rock Head wedged between two trees, and below it was a small grassy slope, which looked like a perfect place to rest.

Dian touched the sleepy Misdreavus, who was also a little sleepy, and quickly went to prepare Sleeping Bag.

By the time he had pitched the tent, Moonlight had already replaced sunlight and shone upon the Ground-type.

After wiping the Houndoom's Poké Ball and the Silver Poké Ball, the hall checked whether the lock was loose, as this was a critical point.

After all, once that Houndoom comes out, it probably won't just lick him a couple of times and be done with it; it might even give him a few passionate, hard kisses.

Furthermore, the Honedge was no pushover either. Although it may have enjoyed a feast from Kanon due to the previous sacrifice, no one said it was full.

If it's still hungry when it comes out, there's no guarantee it won't take the palace as its first big meal after waking up.

After checking all the Poké Ball, he retrieved the water-sprayed Skiploom and then applied another layer of Sunscreen Coating to the still somewhat excited Zubat to prevent it from getting Burn the next day.

Then he carefully took out the bottle of Steel Coating.

Although the actual price of this item is unknown, I estimate it's not cheap.

He put on a pair of disposable gloves, then had the Zubat stop in front of him. He carefully and evenly applied a layer of the mixture to its wings, paying particular attention to the area where the wings connect to the body.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

The Zubat flapped its wings, seemingly unaccustomed to them, as if they felt much heavier than before.

It took a while to adjust before circling and flying again, occasionally letting out a call. It seems that its nocturnal habits are still intact, so even though it was tired during the day, it was still very energetic at night.

"Alright, come back now."

The palace couldn't let the Zubat continue to waste its physical and mental energy, after all, it would begin its special training starting tomorrow.

Similarly, the experience and methods used in breeding Beedrill should be gradually applied to Zubat. Ideally, the toxicity stored within their bodies should be stimulated to see if, like with Beedrill, the increased toxicity can be replenished to the body, thereby promoting an overall improvement.

Furthermore, unlike Beedrill, it also needs to train its two wings to improve its ability to use Gust.

In other words, the Zubat Little Queen's leisurely days are only lasting until today.

Meanwhile, the Zubat, completely unaware of all this, continued to fly freely under the warm Moonlight, occasionally emitting Supersonic waves to probe their surroundings.

Only after hearing the words of the temple did it willingly collide with the Red Light emitted from the Poké Ball, thus returning to the Poké Ball.

After the palace recalled the Zubat, it suddenly felt a light breathing sound above its head.

He smiled, then took Misdreavus Demon off his head and placed her in the Sleeping Bag beside him.

As Dian gazed at the bubbles that swelled and shrank, he suddenly recalled the days before he had subdued the Misdreavus, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He took a deep breath, knowing he needed to work even harder than before, so as not to let down the Pokémon that followed him.

Of course, all of this is also for his own sake. What's the point of coming to the Pokémon World if he's just stuck in one place?

How can you say you've been here if you don't personally interact with each Pokémon, meet all the characters in the Pokémon World, and experience all the things in this world?

Since we're here, we should experience everything and see all the scenery, and the prerequisite for doing so is to climb to the highest peak!

Dian took out Beedrill's Poké Ball again and gently touched it.

Thump

Along with the Red Light appeared a larger, more slender Beedrill, almost as tall as him, with three long, slender Poison Sting wreathed in a bluish-purple aura.

Buzz!

The Beedrill looked at the hall with its red eyes, then silently nodded to him.

Dian shook his head and did not continue to administer the toxic crystals extracted from the Pure White Star Grass as requested by Beedrill. Instead, he took two Antidote himself, removed his gloves, and gently touched the yellow body of Beedrill.

Beedrill - Insect, Poison, Poisonous Pokémon.

Ability: Swarm.

Skills: Fury Attack, Focus Energy, Twineedle, Rage, Agility, Swords Dance, Pursuit, Toxic.

Upon seeing the data before him, the prince immediately withdrew his hand.

In just a short while, not only his fingertips, but also his palms and forearms felt numb, and he also felt a heavy, weak feeling, even though he had taken the Antidote beforehand.

Dian shook his arm, then picked up a small knife and made a small cut on his fingertip. Drops of blood, shimmering with a purplish-blue glow, slowly dripped down.

Sizzle...

Blood droplets rolled onto the grass, and wisps of white smoke immediately rose up.

The grass withered and turned yellow very quickly.

Dian's expression remained unchanged; he directly applied the Antidote powder in his hand to the wound.

He took a deep breath and endured the sharp pain.

Because he knew that he wasn't the only one suffering pain at that moment; the Beedrill was in the same boat.

For Beedrill, now is the time to perfect its key ability Toxic.

Only when its own bee venom can completely expel Arbok's purple snake venom can it truly learn the Toxic ability.

This is a test, a pain, and an ordeal for it, but it is precisely because of this that its spirit, as if forged in a raging fire, becomes dazzling and radiant.

Dian looked at the silent Beedrill, and like him, he let the excruciating pain ravage his nerves, feeling the perseverance born from this suffering.

Is it not easy?

Of course it's not easy!

Is it difficult?

Of course it's difficult!

However, if asked by others, neither he nor Beedrill would likely say a word.

Because all the hardships and difficulties are not spoken, but silently endured.

What can be shown to the world is only ultimate strength and resilience.

This is the belief of the temple, and also the spirit of Beedrill.

This spirit was formed from the moment it was reborn from the fire.

Only by crossing the raging flames can we be reborn.

Dian and Beedrill stared at each other silently, the three large characters "Toxic" flashing continuously before their eyes until the last trace of purple on Beedrill's body disappeared completely, at which point the situation finally stabilized.

The crucial foundational skill Toxic, is finally complete!