Yabao was just too easy to fool...
After sighing about this, Qiao Sang saw Yaobao plop down on the floor, placing his paws on his chest with an indignant expression. His pout grew more pronounced, and his face darkened.
Qiao Sang had read about the skill Touch Perception online.
As the proficiency and level of the pet increased, it could observe events from further back in the past.
If its mental strength was high enough, the pet could even sync the visions directly into the mind of the contracted beast master.
Not only that, but once the skill was honed to a certain level, it could project the replayed scenes directly into the real world, like watching a virtual video.
However, the specifics of the level required for this ability were not clearly detailed online.
Psychic-type pets were already rare, and those capable of using Touch Perception were even fewer.
Even if some powerful pet had reached that level, they probably wouldn’t share it online so easily.
After all, Touch Perception was a godlike skill for intelligence agencies, allowing them to perfectly replay crime scenes.
If those with ill intentions knew the exact time limit of what could be traced, it would be easy for them to plan even more flawless crimes.
With Yabao's current beginner-level proficiency and mental strength, he couldn’t sync the visions into her mind yet.
But judging by Yabao's expression, Qiao Sang guessed that he had probably seen why he ended up soaked.
Otherwise, why else would he look so upset?
Yabao, with his eyes closed, painfully reviewed the recent events in his mind.
He hadn’t noticed anything wrong while he was acting, but seeing things from a third person perspective made all the difference.
Who was that embarrassing creature wailing like a banshee?!
It couldn't possibly be himself, could it?!
No!
He refused to admit it!
The replay stopped just at the moment he started crying after realizing he was all wet.
He hadn’t seen anything useful, just his own miserable state.
Yabao opened his eyes, looking utterly defeated. He felt like he would never be happy again...
"Did you see anything?" Qiao Sang asked, sitting on the bed, observing Yabao as he opened his eyes.
"Yap..."
Yabao shook his head, his ears drooping, looking thoroughly demoralized.
"So, what was the last thing you saw?" Qiao Sang asked curiously.
If he hadn’t seen anything, why was his expression so animated during the process?
"Yap..."
"Yap Yap..."
Yabao raised his head, wearing an expression of unbearable shame.
Qiao Sang: ...
I see...
It looks like Touch Perception at the beginner level can only go back about 10 minutes.
Seeing Yabao’s depressed look, Qiao Sang consoled it, “It’s okay. This will stay between us, you, me, and Little Treasure. No one else will know.”
“Xun!”
Little Treasure lifted a paw and thumped his chest, swearing he would never tell a soul.
“Yap.”
Yabao let out a reluctant sound, seemingly a bit comforted.
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The mysterious reason why Yabao was suddenly soaked still didn’t make sense, but Qiao Sang didn’t continue investigating because it was already 7:27 AM, and she had to attend a training session at school.
After a quick breakfast, Qiao Sang headed out.
Little Treasure floated above her head, habitually making himself invisible.
He now preferred remaining unseen while openly observing others.
Yabao walked beside Qiao Sang. When they reached a fork in the road, he suddenly vanished.
Qiao Sang paused, her expression unchanged.
Because the Yabao that had been walking with her all this time was just a clone...
If she calculated each step as half a meter, and she had walked 484 steps, then Yabao’s clone control range was about 242 meters.
After finishing her calculations, Qiao Sang took a step back and formed a hand seal. The real Yabao appeared in the gray star array before her.
“Yal...” Yabao let out a dejected cry.
He had thought his clone could make it all the way to school.
“You did well.”
Qiao Sang reassured him before asking, “Did you leave a clone at home?”
“Yap.”
Yabao nodded.
“Good. Now that you’re wearing the Fire Condensing Pearl, you should be able to control it from farther away.” Qiao Sang knelt down and tied the red strung Fire Condensing Bead around Yabao’s neck.
After walking another 100 steps, about 50 meters, Yabao stopped in frustration and let out a soft cry.
The clone at home had disappeared...
Qiao Sang sighed. Only 290 meters… still far from the 1-kilometer goal. Yabao wasn’t quite there yet.
If other beast masters knew about this, they’d probably roll up their sleeves and start arguing with Qiao Sang.
Controlling a clone nearly 300 meters away with a mid-level pet, and she thought that wasn’t good enough?!
Then what did they call their pets that could only control clones within their line of sight, trash, weaklings, failures?!
Qiao Sang thought Yabao wasn’t doing well simply because she had no reference point.
If she had a mid-level pet for comparison, she’d realize just how impressive Yabao was.
This was largely due to the dual-type nature of Yabao, which included psychic abilities.
Unfortunately, neither she nor her two pets knew what was considered normal at this stage.
“Xun~” Little Treasure appeared and handed Yabao some milk, signaling him not to feel down.
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Qiao Sang arrived at Training Ground No. 5.
She quickly realized she was the last one to arrive again.
Xu Yajie was still practicing the compression of his water gun.
Shi Gaofeng was training his Berry Lance’s accuracy, trying to make his Razor Leaf change direction mid-flight.
In the face of the difficulty of learning new skills, the school team was focused on improving existing skills.
Qiao Sang thought their training approach was good, but not suitable for her.
Yabao had high talent and learned new skills quickly. He had mastered advanced skills when it was still a Fire Fang Dog at the beginner level.
And once he learned a skill, his proficiency soared.
With high-level skills and high proficiency, he could easily crush other pets at the same level, and even outclass higher-level opponents.
Pure power made tactics unnecessary.
But Qiao Sang only thought this in her mind.
“Qiao Sang, you’re here!” Wang Yao, who was squatting on the ground, called out.
Among the sophomore battle group, she was the only girl, until now. With Qiao Sang joining in, both of their first contracted pets were fire-type, so they quickly grew close over the past few days.
“What are you doing?” Qiao Sang asked as she walked over.
Wang Yao was holding a jar of bright red paste, applying it to her Flame Sparrow’s tongue.
“You’re feeding your Flame Sparrow ketchup?”
Wang Yao paused her action, looking at Qiao Sang with a helpless expression.
“This is Original Fire Paste. If applied, it makes fire-type skills easier to perform within ten minutes and boosts proficiency.”
Qiao Sang: ...
No wonder Wang Yao’s Flame Sparrow managed to reach the intermediate level of Flame Whirl in just a year without any special advantages.
“Yap.”
Yabao sniffed curiously from the side.
“Yan Yan.”
The Flame Sparrow generously dipped its wing into the Original Fire Paste and offered it to Yabao.
Its wing was large, so it scooped up a huge portion of the paste.
Yabao hesitated for a moment, then licked some.
“How much is a bottle of that Original Fire Paste?” Qiao Sang asked curiously.
Wang Yao took a deep breath and replied, “Around 300,000.”
Qiao Sang: !!!
She lunged forward and pried open Yabao’s mouth.
“Spit it out and give it back!”
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