Chapter 1251
Chapter 1251 - 1237: Meeting
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With a gentle pat, all the "Lamp Flowers" in the house extinguished at once.
The next moment, with a snap of his fingers, the world in front of him brightened again.
"Indeed, all the Lamp Flowers contain the module I initially created...."
The factor of "Purifying Holy Fire" had been lost by its descendants, but the factor of "biological energy to thermal energy" remained the original version of Lu Ping’an.
They were able to exist solely because of Lu Ping’an’s "Authority".....
"... Link."
With his eyes closed, Lu Ping’an extended his Spiritual Power throughout the entire room.
Then, the dozen or so "lamps" in the room began to flicker on and off rhythmically, creating a Morse code sequence.
"Unfortunately, the range of my Spiritual Power has a limit, otherwise I could really have used it for telegraphy..."
These Lamp Flowers, in a sense, were all creations of Lu Ping’an.
When they encountered their "Creator," they instinctively grew close, but more importantly, Lu Ping’an could feel that he could "turn off" those special "fire-making modules."
However, he realized that this interference was not irresistible; the Magic Plants had more control over their own flesh than he did... but the Lamp Flowers had no need to resist the "Father’s" will, much like the Magic Plants and Magic Pets generally wouldn’t reject the commands of High-level Gardeners or Beast Tamers.
Now it seemed, Lu Ping’an’s "backdoor" had spread throughout the whole world, if only he had a network that could link them all.....
"... Sigh, still beyond reach." After pondering for a long time, Lu Ping’an couldn’t find the tools to achieve his goal.
Now, he could probably only play with light shows.
His "Eye of Truth" allowed him to observe from afar, but the limit of his Spiritual Power release was that of a standard fifth-tier professional. Even if he had the Magic Plants communicate with pheromones, the limit wouldn’t extend beyond one city.
Nevertheless, he felt it had great potential but lacked the capability in that area.
"Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time, and first regroup with the others....."
At this point, Lu Ping’an was increasingly aware of his team’s weaknesses, or rather his own weaknesses... He indeed needed the guidance of a Top Gardener now to turn his "wealth" in this field into tangible strategic resources.
Lu Ping’an chose a large local hotel, checked the prices, then without hesitation booked an entire floor with a dozen rooms, facilitating easy movement for his members.
At the same time, he hung up his own "Golden Balance Mark" at the hotel entrance and spent a little money to spread his message, waiting for people who received the notice to come looking for him.
But he had not expected that upon his return from the newspaper office, the first original member came looking for him...
"Long time no see, Head of Group Lu."
Taken aback by the proactive greeting, Lu Ping’an then recognized the "noblewoman" before him.
"You are..... Rou....."
"Rou Yiran, that’s my name now."
In the grand lobby of the ground floor of the hotel, Lu Ping’an saw his former employee.
And the reason she was "former" was that whatever employment contract there was had naturally expired after "ten years."
"Rule-level now?"
"By chance, I had some insights three years ago."
Unlike Mei Yuge, Mrs. Rou showed clear signs of aging, now in her thirties she seemed a bit plumper, and her once sharp eyes had softened considerably.
The young girl from ten years ago now had the air of a young matron, especially with her long hair pinned up and wearing a black long dress.
"Long time no see..... It looks like you’re doing well?"
Lu Ping’an smiled, poured her a cup of local tea, and pointed at the Holy-emblem on her chest.
It was the emblem of the city-state beneath the great tree, the mark of the God of Breeding and Watchfulness (Long-hand Race), and she seemed to be wearing the robes of a high-level Divine Position.
Of course, the most important thing was that kind of Rule-level "deterrence."
Lu Ping’an narrowed his eyes and could feel her "power"..... It was a true Rule-level, the strong capable of twisting reality with their will.
The elegantly coiffured noblewoman merely gently tapped the cup of tea, and in the next moment, the liquid turned to ash-gray.
"Coffee? Want some?"
"I’ll have a cup. I quite miss it."
The local coffee was really a luxury. When the cup in Lu Ping’an’s hand also turned into "coffee," at least when he drank it, Lu Ping’an couldn’t tell any difference.
"That’s kind of interesting."
"’Blending’ can do a lot. I can create an infinite amount of this kind of material...."
As she casually turned another cup of tea into milky coffee, Rou Yiran’s eyes held some nostalgia.
"....I am now a high-level Priest of the Watchfulness God, ranked seventh in the inner circle."
The inner circle must be the core decision-making body of the local church, meaning the current Rou Yiran was truly a high-level church official now, quite an achievement even for someone at the Rule-level.
"You can see that as a pure Logistics profession, I need a funder. Here, the most resources are provided naturally by the God of Magic Plants. I owe them a lot."
Lu Ping’an shrugged, understanding the situation.
Miss Rou, back in the day, was the most anticipated genius at Ancient City University. Apart from her professional expertise, her talent ability "Blending" could achieve a lot.
If making magic potions is akin to "chaotic cooking," then Blending could greatly reduce the chance of it exploding while also making Material A achieve the effects of Material B.... It’s a talent ability with a very high ceiling, albeit only limited to the realm of magic potions.
"So, you plan to keep developing here?"
Lu Ping’an’s tone remained calm as he took another sip of coffee.
He was quite open-minded about it, although it was a bit disappointing that the "new coffee-maker" didn’t reach his hands. Still, everyone has their own choices.
It seemed Miss Rou had already carved out a niche for herself here, asking her to follow a stray soldier like him seemed a bit too much....
"No, I’m just explaining my current situation. I really want to return to the team right away."
The woman spoke quietly about "betrayal," a tricky act since leaving the church wasn’t simple, especially not for a high-tier Magic Alchemist like her.
Lu Ping’an didn’t commit to anything; he was still waiting for her to continue.
"I have tried all the materials available here, the local church can’t offer me any more resources. Following you, I could get much more."
Okay, too realistic, but from another perspective, this proved that Lu Ping’an’s team had more appeal than the True God Church.
"Of course, the higher the tier of the professionals, the more they can appreciate the power of the residence... I could also recruit a high-level Gardener for you, your garden lacks a professional caretaker, doesn’t it?"
Was this someone offering a pillow as soon as he felt sleepy?
"The price?"
"Though we haven’t technically signed a servitude pact with Elder Liu... no one wants to offend a Quasi-God."
Lu Ping’an got it now; this was about dealing directly with Elder Liu to ask for a person.
After thinking it over, it seemed worth it; a Rule-level magic potion, and a Gardener who must be just as competent.
"You still think highly of me, asking for someone from a Quasi-God...."
"Of course, for you, a Rule-level isn’t really important."
"Don’t say that, I’m only fifth-tier...."
"Hmm, no direct answer, it seems a Rule-level like me really isn’t important to you."
Alright, the woman pouting finally showed a displeased expression.
Perhaps one of her driving forces until now was to make her old friends look at her in anew light.
"No, it’s quite valuable. I might have to bleed quite a bit dealing with Elder Liu...."
"Is that kind of importance really necessary? Lu Ping’an, that’s going too far."
Jokingly, the decade-long gap began to slowly dissolve.
Originally just colleagues, their transaction was straightforward, Rou Yiran desired progress, while Lu Ping’an could offer her everything she needed.
While they were talking, the inn’s door swung open once again, and a woman holding a bottle bag hurried in.
And this one, Lu Ping’an knew far better....
"Miss Lululu?" This time, Lu Ping’an recognized her instantly.
— End of Chapter 1251 —