A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Zhang Heng's words, "I can lock space," were like a boulder thrown into a still pond, stirring up a tidal wave in the hearts of Zhang Leiyuan and Uncle Luo.

An absolute silence fell over the study for several seconds.

The veins on the back of Zhang Leiyuan's hand, which was pressed against the edge of the table, bulged slightly. His eyes, which could see through the cunning of people's hearts, were now filled with an unbelievable sharp scrutiny.

Uncle Luo subconsciously held his breath, even forgetting to put down the purple clay teapot he had been playing with.

He just stared at Zhang Heng, as if he were truly getting to know this child he had watched grow up for the first time.

Locking onto the entrance to the spirit world?

This was almost a declaration that overturned their understanding.

"Xiao Heng..."

Zhang Leiyuan's voice was unusually hoarse, and he leaned forward even more, his gaze piercing as if trying to burn through every expression on Zhang Heng's face.

"Do you understand what you're saying? The interface between the spirit world and the real world is elusive and its rules are hard to find. Its spatial properties are extremely unique and unstable."

"The League has invested a massive amount of resources, and even several Master-level Psychic and Ghost-type Pokémon are still unable to pinpoint their location, let alone lock onto it!"

Uncle Luo slowly put down the teapot, his brows furrowed, and added in a serious tone.

He said, "That's right. Even those Psychic-type Pokémon that can briefly affect space or even teleport short distances are like facing a chaotic fog when they encounter the Spirit World, a special dimension that is attached to reality yet independent of it. They simply cannot anchor their coordinates."

"Xiao Heng, this matter is of utmost importance. You must not make any rash judgments based on momentary impulses or vague intuitions."

Despite the suspicious and extremely cautious gazes of his father and Uncle Luo, Zhang Heng remained unmoved.

The confident curve of his lips deepened slightly, his eyes calm and resolute, as if he had already anticipated their reaction.

Instead of directly answering the questions about how he did it, he turned slightly to the side, raised his right hand, palm up, and gently gestured towards a corner of the room.

"come over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Doronchi, who had been hovering by the coffee table and trying to sneakily snatch a piece of cream cake with his illusory claws, suddenly stopped.

It glanced at the cake with a hint of regret, then its figure flickered and floated over like a wisp of smoke, gently placing its semi-illusory, ghostly chin on Zhang Heng's warm palm with utmost naturalness.

It even squinted its blue pupils contentedly and made a soft "woof" sound, just like a pet whining and trying to please its owner, completely lacking the majesty that the legendary "Giratina Messenger" should have.

Zhang Leiyuan and Uncle Luo's gazes instantly focused on the seemingly harmless, even somewhat comical, quasi-god, Doronchi, their eyes filled with even deeper doubt.

"Dorunchi has the ability." Zhang Heng gently stroked Dorunchi's cold head and calmly announced.

"It? Although it is a quasi-god, but..."

Zhang Leiyuan frowned even more deeply, not because he underestimated Zhang Heng's Pokémon, but because the fact was simply too unbelievable.

While Dragapult is a rare Ghost/Dragon-type pseudo-legendary Pokémon with exceptional talent, its ability to lock onto the entrance to the Spirit World goes beyond the scope of ordinary Pokémon abilities.

Zhang Heng knew he couldn't reveal the core secret of the "system reward space stabilizer".

But he had already prepared another set of arguments that were convincing enough, or at least difficult to disprove.

“Dad, Uncle Luo, you both know that Doronchi is no ordinary quasi-god.” Zhang Heng’s gaze swept over the two of them, his tone carrying just the right amount of mystery and solemnity.

"It carries the divine messenger of the will of Giratina, the Pluto Dragon. Although its power is meager, through this connection, it can borrow a trace of... the power of the antimatter world."

He paused, making sure each word was clear: "The Spirit Realm, to some extent, shares a spatial similarity and a faint resonance with the 'Destroyed World' controlled by Giratina."

"Doraki cannot create an entrance to the spirit world, but through that primal connection, he can mark and temporarily stabilize an already formed entrance, preventing it from closing quickly..."

These words were half true and half false, yet logically consistent. They also brought up lofty titles such as "Giratina" and "the origin of the antimatter world," instantly elevating Doraki's abilities to a mysterious and profound level that demanded serious attention.

Zhang Leiyuan and Uncle Luo fell silent again, but this time, their initial doubt was gradually replaced by shock and a sense of weighing the options.

Their gazes turned incredibly complex as they looked at the unusually "well-behaved" Duolongqi nestled in Zhang Heng's palm.

If what Zhang Heng said is true... then the value of this Pokémon will far exceed that of a typical pseudo-legendary Pokémon!

"The divine messenger... borrows the power of the Pluto Dragon..."

Zhang Leiyuan repeated in a low voice, his eyes growing brighter and brighter—a sharp gleam that comes from seeing hope for a breakthrough, from seeing a powerful weapon.

Suddenly, he slammed his palm down on the solid mahogany table!

"it is good!"

A loud cheer, full of energy, made the teacup tremble slightly.

Zhang Leiyuan suddenly stood up, his tall body seemingly filled with immense power in an instant, his face revealing an undisguised murderous aura and pleasure.

"Great! Xiao Heng, this gift is so timely!"

He paced back and forth a couple of times, his gaze sharp as lightning. "These cowardly parasites who only know how to hide in the spirit world and carry out assassinations and sabotage! It's time to make them pay back their blood debts with interest!"

However, Zhang Heng timely poured cold water on the situation, calmly pointing out the key point: "Father, don't rush. Although I can try to lock the entrance at the crucial moment, there is a prerequisite."

“They need to take the initiative and make the entrance visible. If they remain holed up or move their base, our plan is out of the question.”

This is indeed a real problem. The initiative regarding the entrance to the spirit world often lies in the hands of reactionary forces.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Leiyuan paused, but a cold smile, which he had already planned, appeared on his face, carrying a hint of ruthlessness.

"I had already made arrangements in this regard."

He walked back to the table, placed his hands on the surface, and glanced at Zhang Heng and Uncle Luo.

"Liao Chunfeng is dead, cleanly and neatly. But... his family is still alive."

“From the moment Liao Chunfeng showed signs of betrayal and began to secretly collude, I never intended to let his faction go.” Zhang Leiyuan’s tone was calm, but it carried a ruthless edge.

"On the day of the operation, the operation was carried out with swift and decisive action. Apart from a few who resisted and were killed on the spot, the rest of the core members and their immediate family members had already been secretly taken into custody and placed under strict house arrest. This naturally included his beloved son."

His family? Zhang Heng immediately pictured Liao Tianhao, the arrogant and domineering figure in the cafeteria with whom he had frequent conflicts.

"Is it... Liao Tianhao?" Zhang Heng asked.

Zhang Leiyuan gave a noncommittal smirk: "Of course it's him. Liao Chunfeng's only son. He usually relies on his father's power to bully and suppress his peers. He probably knows a lot of inside stories."

"For those rats hiding in the spirit world, Liao Chunfeng's death made his son a potential threat who could expose their secrets."

"Given their consistent policy of 'better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free'... they will definitely want to eliminate this hidden danger as soon as possible."

Zhang Heng instantly understood his father's intention—fishing. Using Liao Tianhao as "bait" to catch the "big fish" hidden in the spirit world.

As Liao Chunfeng's only son, he certainly carried enough weight to provoke those easily frightened individuals to risk their lives to try and silence or kidnap him.

Uncle Luo stroked his beard thoughtfully, his eyes gleaming, and added, "According to intelligence and reports from our informants, the other side has indeed been actively investigating the detention locations and transfer routes of Liao Tianhao and other detained individuals, and their activities have been frequent. In that case... we might as well turn the tables on them."

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "The original plan was to secretly move Liao Tianhao to a safer location tomorrow morning."

"How about... we deliberately leak the relocation time and make sure the route is poorly planned? Right tonight at midnight."

Their eyes met, and without a word, a clear outline of a plan to lure the enemy in and turn defense into offense was already sketched out in the air.

The atmosphere in the study became tense and efficient in the following hours, with everyone lowering their voices and carefully considering every detail.

The methods of spreading false intelligence, the configuration and acting skills of the decoy team, the hiding positions and timing of Zhang Heng and Duolongqi's attack, the ambush and support of the follow-up assault troops...

One by one, the instructions were clarified, and one by one, the possible unexpected events were discussed and countermeasures were prepared.

Time slipped away quietly as they plotted, and the specific action plan was finally finalized.

Uncle Luo was the first to stand up and went out with a solemn expression to make pre-battle arrangements and coordination.

Qi Shu was also assigned the task of assisting with the outer perimeter security, and left with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Zhang Heng recalled all his Pokémon except for Dragapult into their Poké Balls, preparing to return to their temporary lodgings so they could rest fully and recover to their best condition to prepare for the fierce battle that might occur tonight.

"Be careful." Before Zhang Heng left, Zhang Leiyuan patted him hard on the shoulder, his gaze deep.

"Stick to the plan, but be flexible. Your safety is always the top priority."

"Understood, Dad." Zhang Heng nodded, turned and walked out of the still tense Champion's office.