Live Stream Treasure Appraisal: Your elf isn't thriving!

Chapter 695 The Primarina and the Flower Seal Lions! Abandoned Individuals? They Inherit More Than Just Song and Dance!

As the warship approached, the sky was already tinged with orange-red sunset clouds.

Ye Yinchuan jumped onto the deck, and the captain and several crew members immediately surrounded him. Ye Yinchuan waved his hand, indicating that he was alright.

Although the number of viewers in the live stream has dropped from its peak of over 500 million, it still remains at an astonishing level.

Ye Yinchuan stood on the observation deck and aimed the drone camera at the open sea to the southwest.

The setting sun cast its golden glow upon the sea, turning it into a vast expanse of molten gold. Beneath that warm light, streaks of white, evolved light still flickered intermittently among the scattered reefs. In the distance, several newly evolved Gyarados were testing their new bodies, clumsily tumbling across the surface, splashing up huge sprays of water.

Ye Yinchuan's gaze swept past the group of Gyarados and continued searching further into the distance.

Then he heard singing.

Very far. Very light.

But on the calm sea at dusk, the melody, as clear as a thread, pierced through the sea breeze and reached his ears.

It's not a human voice.

It was an ethereal voice, slightly vibratoed and carrying a hint of moisture. The melody was melodious and undulating, each syllable like a drop of water falling from a height, rippling across a calm lake.

"Over there," Ye Yinchuan pointed southwest. "Minatra, move closer."

Milotic was released from its Poké Ball and fell into the sea. Ye Yinchuan flipped over and jumped onto its back, with the drone following closely behind.

The closer you get, the clearer the singing becomes.

There is more than one sound source.

It is a choir.

Ye Yinchuan saw the scene as Minas rounded a half-submerged black reef.

The sunset painted the shallow reef in front of us. On the flat, white coral reef exposed after the tide receded, stood—or rather, "danced"—a dozen or so Pokémon.

Their bodies are streamlined, predominantly pink and white, with three layers of skirt-like membranes extending from the waist down. The first and third layers are light blue, while the middle layer is a dazzling pink. Each head has two soft, braid-like tentacles with slightly curled ends.

Each one is dancing.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; their forelimbs drew arcs in front of them, and the hems of their waists swayed gracefully with each movement, splashing up tiny droplets of water. Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, these droplets were tinged with gold, falling onto the white coral reef and creating a thin, shimmering halo.

Flower-shaped sea lion.

At the very front of this group of colorful sea lions stood a creature that was much larger and had a completely different temperament.

It had long, curly, sea-green hair, tied in three sections with pearl-like hair ties. Pink starfish-shaped ornaments adorned its temples, and long, thick white eyelashes drooped, obscuring its deep blue eyes. Its body was slender and long, entirely white, with a shawl draped over its shoulders.

It wears a light blue, wavy shawl, with a wavy skirt-like decoration around its hips. The most striking feature is its dark blue tail, forked at the tip, also adorned with ornate wavy decorations.

West Lion Sea Ren.

The final evolution of the succulent sea lion. A songstress of the sea.

At this moment, this western lion sea lion stands at the highest point of the reef, singing and gently waving its arms. Its song is the soul of the entire chorus, and all the flower lions' harmonies revolve around its melody.

With each sustained note, a transparent water balloon would materialize from its fingertips. Reflecting a rainbow in the sunset, the balloon floated above the choir, rising and falling with the melody.

The colorful sea lions kept time with their skirts swirling in the breeze.

The balloons floated above their heads, blending into the afterglow of the setting sun.

The whole scene resembled a meticulously choreographed stage play—the sky was the curtain, the sea the dance floor, and the sunset the lights.

The live stream chat exploded.

I cried. It's so beautiful. I just finished watching a battle of the gods, and now watching this, I feel like I'm dreaming.

What kind of paradise is this? Is it a concert at sea? Can I buy a ticket?

[The flower-patterned sea lion is so cute! It's dancing in a little dress! I'm dying!]

Is that one at the very front their leader? That long, green, curly hair, that aura—absolutely stunning.

[Sirion Seagull! Ocean Diva! I've seen videos of her, but this is real! Alive!]

Ye Yinchuan couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth.

Primarina, a Water-type Pokémon. For it, battle is its stage. It can manipulate water balloons to attack by singing. Some balloons will explode when touched, while others will not. It will use the unbreakable balloons to toy with its opponents, and then use the breakable ones to create a chain explosion.

He paused.

"But what's even more interesting is its songs. The melodies of the West Lionhairen are passed down from one companion to another, with different groups having different tunes, passed down from generation to generation. The melody you are hearing now may have been sung in this tribe for decades, or even hundreds of years."

[A century-old tradition? That's longer than the transmission of intangible cultural heritage among humans!]

The world of Pokémon is so romantic.

[Hey streamer, those little spotted sea lions seem to be glowing?]

Ye Yinchuan nodded.

"That's right. What's emanating from them is the light of evolution. This group of flower sea lions has also been affected by the aftermath of the divine beast and is on the verge of evolution. The songs and dances of the Primarina, especially the emotional resonance within the group, have become the catalyst that triggers their evolution."

He had barely finished speaking.

A discordant sound burst forth from among the group of succulent sea lions.

"Squeak!!"

The voice was sharp, hoarse, and cracked.

Like a rusty iron nail scraping against glass.

It's like stuffing a wet cat into a blender.

All the flower-patterned sea lions stopped dancing at the same time.

The song by the West Lion Hyren came to an abrupt end.

One by one, the water balloons that had been floating in the air burst open, splashing water all over the faces of several spotted sea lions nearby.

Ye Yinchuan:

The entire reef fell into a deathly silence.

A dozen or so spotted sea lions turned their heads in unison, their gazes focusing on the right rear of the group—where a spotted sea lion stood with its mouth open, clearly the one that had just roared.

Its size is not much different from other spotted sea lions, with a pink and white skirt and two braided whiskers on its head. But at this moment, all its companions are looking at it with a "are you slaughtering a pig?" look.

The lead lion-hair slowly turned around.

Its deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, and its long white eyelashes trembled gently. A slender hand gracefully rose, its fingers...

It pointed precisely at the spiky sea lion that had caused the trouble.

The meaning is very clear: You are you.

The spotted sea lion shrank its neck. It tilted its head and forced a smile.

But how to describe that smile?

It's smiling. The corners of its mouth are upturned. Its eyes are curved. A perfect, flawless, radiant sea lion smile.

But in Ye Yinchuan's eyes, that smile was as bitter as the dregs of Chinese medicine that had been soaking for three days.

Showy sea lions don't easily show sadness in front of people. They only let down their guard in front of trainers they truly trust.

But it was too sad.

The way they desperately tried to maintain a smile, yet their eyes were full of embarrassment and self-blame, was both funny and inexplicably heartbreaking.

[Hahahaha! What kind of mesmerizing sound is this?! It popped all the balloons!]

Is this fancy-featured sea lion born tone-deaf? Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!

No—look at its expression, it's smiling, but why do I feel like crying?

Behind those smiles lies a deep-seated inferiority complex, brothers.

[Aren't fancy sea lions supposed to not easily show sadness? This one is so heartbroken it can't hide it anymore.]

But she's still smiling—that makes it even more unbearable.

The sirens shook their navy blue curly hair and waved at the shrike that had caused the trouble.

The action was clear—go to the side first.

The spotted sea lion paused for a second, then obediently moved to the edge of the reef. It sat on a protruding coral rock, its two braided whiskers drooping down, its skirt lying listlessly on the surface of the rock.

The bitter smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

After confirming that it had left the queue, west Shi Hai Qian turned around again and raised his long, slender hand once more.

The song resumed.

This time, without the noise, the melody flowed smoothly again. The sea lions stepped back into rhythm, their skirts billowing and water splashing everywhere.

Then, the light came.

The first succulent sea lion was completely enveloped in white light. Then came the second, the third—

One after another, white evolutionary lights shone on the reef, like lamps being lit in sequence.

In the light, the bodies of the flower-colored sea lions elongated and transformed. The braided whiskers on their heads transformed into flowing, long, breezy blue curls, and the three-tiered skirts at their waists became wavy shawls and short skirts. Their slender white bodies were upright and long, and their deep blue tails swung out from the light, forked at the tip, as elegant as a silk banner.

More than a dozen beams of evolutionary light bloomed simultaneously.

When the light faded, the spotted sea lions were no longer seen on the reef.

Instead, a new group of West Lionheads has taken their place.

Their long, turquoise manes danced in the evening breeze, each exuding the elegant aura of a sea goddess. The lead Serow let out a long, contented cry, and the newly recruited Serows gathered around it, chattering and laughing.

They were showing off their new looks to each other; some were comparing whose curls were shinier, while others were trying to make water balloons with their newly acquired hands.

Noisy, cheerful, and filled with laughter.

Then, they swam away.

A group of Serow Sea Menorin lined up behind their leader, gliding towards the deep sea. Their tails traced graceful arcs on the water's surface, their songs fading into the distance.

Only one figure remained on the reef.

That splendid sea lion.

It sat on the coral rock, watching the direction its companions had gone. The hem of its skirt was dipped in the shallow seawater, gently tugged by the receding tide.

It did not chase after it.

Two braided tendrils hung down on either side of his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth still tried hard to maintain an upward curve.

But that smile is gone.

It hasn't evolved.

All its companions evolved and left, leaving it behind alone.

[Seriously? You guys just left like that? Without even turning your heads?]

This is so tragic! My heart is broken!

[Fancy Sea Lion: It's okay, I'm not sad. (Smiling through tears.jpg)]

Ye Yinchuan observed for a few seconds before speaking into the camera.

"The succulent sea lion didn't give chase. It knew its voice was the problem. Primoraes fight by manipulating balloons with their songs, and their voices are their most important weapon. If a succulent's voice is damaged, it not only can't fight, but it can also disrupt the singing rhythm of the entire group."

He paused.

"So this spotted sea lion chose to stay behind. It wasn't that it was abandoned; it voluntarily gave up following, because it was afraid of being a burden to its companion."

[This is so thoughtful, I'm so sad!]

[Host, can you help it? Help it soothe its throat!]

[Yeah, right! Streamer, don't you have a heavenly aura? Can you use it on this?]

Please, please don't leave it here alone.

Ye Yinchuan glanced at the comments but did not act immediately.

"Don't rush," he said. "Let's wait and see."

What are you waiting for? I'm so impatient!

[Host, are you being too trusting? It's almost crying and you're still waiting?]

Ye Yinchuan didn't explain. His gaze passed over the flower-colored sea lions and landed in the direction where the group of western sea lions had disappeared.

The sea was empty.

Ten seconds or so passed.

Half a minute.

One minute.

The comments section shifted from anxiety to anger, with some people starting to curse the "heartless sea lions".

At this moment, on the sea surface unseen by people, the leader of the West Lion Sea Men turned around.

It stopped on the sea a hundred meters away, its azure eyes piercing through the twilight, looking at the lone figure on the reef.

Other newly evolved Primarinas also stopped.

They looked at each other.

The lead prismarine let out a short, commanding cry.

The newly evolved Primarinas turned around and scattered in all directions.

Instead of returning to the reef, they each dived into the sea in different directions.

Ye Yinchuan leaned against Milos's neck, waiting quietly.

The succulent sea lion gazed at the empty sea, its head drooping, its two whiskers limply resting on the coral, its skirt soaked with seawater. The smile on its lips finally crumbled slightly.

Oh, that's terrible!

[Hey streamer, why don't you take me in?]

However, the next moment.

Songs rang out simultaneously from all directions across the sea.

They are not in the same direction.

It is from all directions.

A western lion sea lion emerged from behind the rocks on the left, a handful of emerald green seaweed in its mouth. Another one emerged from the shallows on the right.

It emerged, holding a clump of wet, blue moss in its palm.

The third, the fourth, the fifth —

They swam back from all directions, each carrying various aquatic plants in its hands or mouth. There were emerald green, kelp-like long leaves, purplish-red spherical seaweed, and light blue tubular aquatic plants.

Ye Yinchuan recognized those things at a glance.

"Those are all aquatic plants in this sea area that have throat-soothing properties." He softened his voice. "Different types of seaweed have different effects; some are anti-inflammatory, some are moisturizing, and some can repair damaged mucous membranes. The Western Lion Sea People did not abandon their companions to go find medicine."

The newly evolved West Sea Lions gathered together and piled the aquatic plants in front of the Flower Sea Lion.

The flower-colored sea lion was stunned.

It raised its head and looked at its companions who had just left with joy on their faces. It opened its mouth, but the smile it had been barely maintaining shattered completely.

Two lines of tears slid down its pink cheeks.

The succulent sea lion, who never shows weakness in front of outsiders, cried without any attempt to hide it.

The lead sirens stepped forward, extended their long, slender palms, and gently placed them on the head of the spiky sea lion.

The movement was extremely light and gentle.

Like a teacher comforting a student who has been wronged.

It's like an older sister saying to her younger sister—it's okay, we're all here for you.

【Zhao, did you already know all along? Are you just trying to deceive our feelings?!】

[It's definitely him! This kid can eavesdrop on Pokémon's thoughts! He's so wicked!]

Whoever said they were indifferent, come out here! I want to apologize!

[These are true companions! Not just words of "never abandoning or giving up," but concrete actions!]

The succulent sea lion finally burst into tears; it must have been so hard to hold it in.

Ye Yinchuan smiled at the accusations made in the live chat and did not deny them.

"While the succulent sea lions don't easily show sadness, the succulent sea lion is their evolved form. The evolved succulent sea lion is extremely sensitive to changes in the condition of its companions' voices—after all, their songs are everything to them. The leader noticed the problem from the beginning and made it step aside, not as punishment, but to prevent it from continuing to force itself to sing and aggravating the injury."

"Other West Lion Sea People seek out throat-soothing plants out of care for their companions, and it's something that this group has passed down through generations. It's not just about song and dance, but also about responsibility."

Under the watchful eyes of its companions, the spotted sea lion began to eat the aquatic plants. It chewed on the emerald green seaweed, swallowed the blue moss, and slowly melted the purplish-red seaweed in its mouth.

The surrounding sirens formed a circle, some humming soft melodies to encourage it, others making gentle rhythmic taps on the water's surface with their tails.

The food was swallowed.

The succulent sea lion mustered its courage and opened its mouth.

"Squeak!!"

It's worse than before.

It looks like someone is sanding a blackboard.

All the Siberian Sea Men simultaneously shrank their necks.

One of the newly evolved Primarinas even reflexively covered its ears, then realized it was impolite and quickly put its hands down, pretending nothing had happened.

The fancy sea lion tried again.

"Squeak—!"

It got even worse.

Even Milotic turned its head to the side.

The style of the bullet comments has changed again.

[Dude, is this plot development correct?]

That lion-headed sea lion that covered its ears and then put them down was hilarious! Zero points for acting!

[Fancy sea lion: I tried my best.jpg]

Sorry, my morals and my sense of humor are at odds!

The succulent sea lion once again revealed that bitter smile.

But this time, there was something more to the smile.

It wasn't all bitterness anymore. Having companions around lessened the despair of feeling isolated and helpless. But the throat problem persisted, and after trying throat-soothing herbs, it became even clearer—this wasn't just ordinary voice damage.

The West Lion Sea People looked at each other, all somewhat at a loss.

The lead sirens furrowed their long white eyelashes and fell silent.

The live stream chat was flooded with worried comments once again.

The medicine isn't working, what should we do?

[Will the Flower Seal be unable to sing anymore? Can it still evolve?]

[Host! It's your turn to make your move!]

Ye Yinchuan took a deep breath and stood up from Milotic's back.

Actually, he had been waiting for a long time.

The viewers thought he was on the second floor, but in reality, his skill level is as high as five floors!

He had noticed the abnormality in the energy channels of the succulent sea lion's throat long ago—it was neither a disease nor a physical injury.

"Everyone," Ye Yinchuan said to the camera, his tone turning serious.

"This flower-colored sea lion's voice isn't broken."

He paused for a second. The chat instantly went silent.

"Perhaps due to the influence of the divine beast's energy, its vocal cords have undergone a special mutation. The energy has formed an abnormal resonating cavity in its throat—a condition that cannot be cured by ordinary methods, because it is not a disease at all."

"Its voice isn't damaged. Its voice—is evolving."

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