Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 2013 Wood Elf Village

"Come on in, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

The arrival of the Wood Elf mage group, led by John and Sion, shattered the daily tranquility of the Wood Elf village.

However, the Wood Elf Elder had already told the other villagers about this matter, and now that they were coming, many Wood Elf villagers surrounded them, showing great enthusiasm.

During this time, the Wood Elf Elder grinned widely, thoroughly enjoying himself.

In the eyes of the Wood Elf Elder, John and Sion were the quintessential "other people's children"—capable, polite, ambitious, and with respectable jobs; they were outstanding individuals, perfect in every way.

Not to mention the most promising John and Sion, the other wood elves in the mage group were all quite capable and full of spirit when taken out individually.

Looking at his own children, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh whenever he thought about it.

As luck would have it, several wood elves who work in the city came home today and are currently staying in the village.

In the eyes of the village elders, after all, he was a child who hadn't returned for a long time. Even though he was dressed in strange clothes, he was still surrounded by people who asked him about his well-being, which made them feel quite good.

As soon as John and Sion arrived, the situation changed drastically, and the wood elves who returned to the village instantly became a negative example.

"You bunch of bastards, come here!"

The wood elf elder, looking utterly disappointed, summoned several wood elves over.

"Look at other people, and then look at you guys. Can't you give me a break?"

The wood elves, upon hearing that John and the others had all reached the Saint Realm, were impressed even if they didn't say it aloud. However, being young, they couldn't help but mutter something under their father's provocation.

"So what if I've entered the Saint Realm? What's so great about that? I just didn't cultivate properly. If I had cultivated properly, I would have entered the Saint Realm too."

This stubbornness immediately infuriated the Wood Elf Elder.

"John is only 435 years old! His magical skills are already comparable to mine, and Sion is only 404 years old. What about you? What about you? What about you?!"

Later, the wood elf elder would ask a question and then poke the wood elf with his staff.

The three questions in a row made the wood spirit jump up and down in frustration.

But he became much more honest with himself.

After all, he's already 437 years old this year...

At 437 years old, he was still considered a young man among the elves, but John was two years younger than him, and Sion was 33 years younger than him. How could he possibly argue with that?
He was just provoked by the old man, but he wasn't stupid. At the same time, he really couldn't imagine how John, at such a young age, had cultivated to this level. This was just outrageous!

John didn't seem to care about that.

Although he was younger than the other person, he was much more mature and naturally wouldn't care about such a small matter.

To entertain them, the Wood Elf Elder had the villagers clear out an open space in the village beforehand and arranged a tea party.

After everyone was seated, the tea party began. The Wood Elf Elder kept John and Sion talking to each other, and from time to time, he would ask about their lives in the Great Zhou.

John then began to speak, mentioning their own wood elf village and their old chieftain, Locke.

Locke has started to forget things in the last two years; after all, he's not young anymore, and his energy isn't as good as it used to be.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to do anything anymore and is happily enjoying his retirement. "Is your village close to here?"

Clearly, the Wood Elf Elder wanted to visit his clan leader, who was of the same race and lineage. Also, if the two sides were close, the Wood Elves from both sides could visit each other more often.

Unfortunately, the Wood Elf village of the Great Zhou Dynasty was too far away, which left the Wood Elf elders with nothing but regret.

As the tea party progressed, the topic gradually shifted to cultivation.

John, having just acquired his class, had many questions he could ask the wood elf elder before him.

"I think you should stay in the village a little longer. If you have any questions about your rank, you can come and ask me."

John was naturally more than happy to accept this.

"Speaking of which, Sion, you're a druid. After breaking through to the Saint Realm, you can contract a second beast spirit. I happen to have a pretty good one here. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Upon hearing this, Sai's eyes lit up.

"interested in!"

As an elf druid, under normal circumstances, it is not easy to find a good spirit beast.

At the same time, it doesn't mean that if a better one comes along, we can just replace it; it's not like that.

Elf druids can use shapeshifting to directly transform into the form of a contracted beast spirit, using all its abilities, and even continue to cultivate, enhancing the strength of the beast spirit form. Of course, being able to do this is not just a simple contract.

The spirit contract of an Elf Druid is a bond that runs deep into the soul; once signed, it cannot be changed.

This is due to reasons on one's own part, so one must be cautious when signing a contract with a beast spirit.

As for beast spirits, after a creature dies, its soul gradually dissipates. Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to preserve a soul for a long time.

Encountering a suitable spirit beast in the wild, where one is capable of signing a contract, and that spirit beast does not reject one and is willing to sign a contract with one, requires a great deal of luck for all these factors to come together.

This makes it much more difficult for elven druids to improve and train than for ordinary wood elf mages, and the number of elven druids within the race is also much smaller than that of wood elf mages.

The Wood Elf Elder was well aware of this, and now that he had seen the young Saen who had already cultivated to the Saint Realm, he naturally didn't mind giving him a hand.

Without lingering, having finished their tea, the Wood Elf Elder stood up and led Sain deeper into the village.

"It's right in front."

After passing through the village, the wood elf elder led Sion to a woodland behind the village.

To an ordinary person, this might just be an ordinary forest, but for Sion, who possesses the talent of 'Beast Spirit Affinity', he could sense just by getting close that a large number of beast spirits were floating around in this forest.

At that very moment, the Wood Elf Elder's voice rang out...

"This place is called 'The Abode of Souls,' and it was left behind by our ancestors, the Wood Elves. Don't be fooled by the fact that this place seems to have only trees and vegetation and nothing else; in fact, there is a huge barrier underground."

“Beast spirits that have a deep bond with our elves can choose to enter this place if they do not wish for their souls to dissipate after death. In this way, they can avoid the fate of their souls dissipating.”

(End of this chapter)