It stood upon the ground.

My research was at a crucial juncture when I was interrupted by a communication summon.

Pressed for time, I resorted to my latest invention designed for swift travel, a flying cannon.

Impressive, Intipi tilted its head back at a 45° angle, gazing skyward, proudly showcasing its new line of thinking.

Since embarking on its scholarly pursuits, Ling Pipi seemed to have discovered a fresh direction in life.

No longer idling away the days, but rather immersing itself in invention, becoming a renowned inventor among the sprite community.

Though its ideas often appeared dubious, it consistently managed to unveil new inventions that shifted the sprite's perceptions.

The Wild Research Institute, established by Ling Capipi, undertook projects that were frequently eccentric.

At least Ling Jing Jing found it difficult to comprehend the rationale behind utilizing a cannon, a weapon of offense, as a means of transport.

While using sprites as projectiles was indeed swift, did it not inflict pain? The flying cannon traverses in a thousand miles in an instant.

Haha.

However, this contraption has its minor flaws.

Each use necessitates a recovery period of 10 days to half a month.

Yet, this time, it seemed to have worked out well with no significant issues today.

No discomfort at all.

Ling Pipi chuckled.

The sprites pointed at the wall, indicating the flattened culprit behind it.

Ling Pipi turned a look, startled, and leaped back.

With a tone of disdain, it remarked, "Oh, what an unattractive little sprite, so squashed.

" In unison, the sprites replied, "You did that.

" Ling Pipi awkwardly smiled.

The sprites continued, "This flattened sprite bears a striking resemblance to the white-eared one.

" Ling Pipi glanced between the white-eared sprite and the flattened figure, gesturing towards the former.

Indeed, it resembles this one quite closely.

Upon hearing this, the white-eared sprite took several steps back.

Let's not digress.

This matter is grave, and we must ascertain its true identity.

Is it not a sprite? Ling Pipi inquired, eyeing the flattened sprite on the ground.

Suddenly, it seemed to have made a discovery.

It touched the body of the flattened sprite and exclaimed with excitement.

Aha, I know what it is.

What species? Inquire the sprites.

Chapter 156.

The pink fluorescent mushroom.

What species is this? The crowd inquired.

This is a relative of Lulu.

Imbued with the essence of fluorescent flora.

Ling Pippy elucidated.

Curiosity enveloped the gathering as they pondered the connection between this peculiar being and Lulu, a figure of beauty and strength, likely a spirit of fluorescent vegetation.

Ling Pippy circled the dimminionive sprite, elaborating on her hypothesis.

This conjecture sparked a surge of enlightenment among the gathered spirits.

Since Lulu, no other transformable fluorescent plants had graced the divine realm.

However, with Lu as a precedent, the emergence of similar entities was not beyond the realm of possibility.

Lulu could manifest in accordance with Pippy's veneration of the divine, embodying the image of the deity.

Other fluorescent plants could likewise draw inspiration from the form of sprite.

Do you not perceive the essence of this fluorescent aroma? Ling Pippy countered.

She was intimately acquainted with this scent, having initially explored fluorescent bombs and engaged with the luminescent sap of such plants.

In moderate doses, it exuded fragrance.

While in concentrated forms, it emitted a powerful stench.

The aroma emanating from this sprite was pure, akin to that of the original fluorescent flora, not the aftertaste of Sprite.

The sprites clustered forward, inhaling the scent of the white ear pastry, soon discovering that it bore a striking resemblance to Lulu, radiating the fresh fragrance of a luminous organism.

With the answer in hand, they observed further, noting previously overlooked details.

The fluorescent powder on its body was remarkably uniform, and the scent was particularly authentic.

Upon closer inspection, the white-eared portions also shimmerred subtly, as if deliberately coated in a diluted fluorescent sap, mirroring the iridescent sheen of Lulu's skin.

The aroma of the fluorescent plant sap was refreshing and slightly sweet, appealing to the sprites, who were inclined to adorn themselves with it.

They had overlooked this detail, as the sprites had previously indulged in dying themselves, each possessing a trace of that fragrance.

This being had disguised itself as a sprite adorned with fluorescent sap.

By the way, what transgression did it commit? Ling Pippy queried, scratching her head with her claws.

She had been preoccupied with calibrating the cannon and had not fully grasped the communication, only hearing Defu urging her to visit the Sprite city's law enforcement.

Officer Dong Yao Yao, responsible for this case, began to recount the events.

Upon hearing the account, Ling Pippy's brow furrowed and she recoiled in shock.

Such a bizarre fluorescent plant.

I'm not deceiving you.

I am white ear.

Why do you not believe me? The sprite, having struggled to revert from a flattened form to a rounded one, was on the verge of tears.

Meanwhile, Ling quietly perused a spell book larger than herself, recalling that it contained useful incantations.

Soon enough, she located the spell she sought.

Supreme Lord of Darkness, I beseech you to bestow upon me your power that I may dispel all mists and restore through divine arts.

The spiritual energy within this realm of the divine nation surged forth, directed towards the creature with faux white ears.

With a resounding bang, it transformed into its true form.

The spirit did not air.

Indeed, it was a luminescent plant.

The original visage of the white ears vanished, revealing a pink hued glow-in-the-dark mushroom adorned with two white dots upon its cap.

The white-eared creature froze in place, recognizing it as the potted plant it had left behind in its old house.

An unawwakened luminescent flora.

Memories long extinguished surged forth, attacking its consciousness.

In those bygone days, a miniature sprite with a pink body and white ears felt despondent due to its unique appearance.

At that time, the power of luminescent sap against void creatures was largely unknown, and dying was not in vogue.

Thus, among the entire Sprite clan, it was the sole bearer of light, which brought it sorrow.

In its quiet moments, it often sought out the black and white flower to settle grievances.

On one such day, burdened by the past, it encountered a luminescent pink mushroom with two white dots on its cap on a hillside in the divine realm.

It took the mushroom home and nurtured it as a potted plant.

It shared countless heartfelt conversations with the mushroom, especially during times of sorrow, often rambling on.

I am called white ears, and you resemble me.

You shall also be called white ears.

How splendid it would be if you could embody the essence of sprite for me.

Little did it foresee that many years later, the mushroom would assume its likeness, believing itself to be White Ears.

Embarrassed, White Ears recounted these events, the other sprites grasped the situation's essence, and upon inquiring further about the pink luminescent mushroom, discovered its benign disposition, realizing it merely sought sustenance from its neighbors out of hunger.

The pink luminescent mushroom, identifying itself as white ears, proceeded to mimic the sprite's behaviors, including sleeping, grooming, kindling fire, and cooking.

However, its attempts to ignite a fire failed, and no food materialized in the pot, leading it to seek out its neighbors.

White ears does this, it reasoned, unable to comprehend why, being white ears, it could not engage in such actions.

Moreover, after expressing gratitude to the neighbors who provided food, it felt wronged when accused of robbery.

White Ears, in disbelief, had never cooked in the rain, nor had it ever approached the neighbors merely to take food.

It was an exchange for currency.

In those earlier days, White Ears often worked night shifts at the bell tower, sometimes feeling lazy and famished after work.

When it encountered its neighbor, the pristine white, returning home with food, they would negotiate in exchange for a small portion.

This scene left a profound impression on the still potted pink luminescent mushroom.

When hungry, one could approach neighbors for food.

However, the pink luminescent mushroom did not comprehend the social dynamics of the sprites, nor the principles of social interaction and exchange, leading to accusations of robbery and intimidation against the neighbor.

White seven.