Elven cultivators

Ryan took a deep breath, walked to the long table, and looked at the jade disc in front of him, his heart pounding.

"take it easy."

Eleanor noticed his nervousness and gently comforted him.

"Place your hands on it, close your eyes, don't think about anything, just relax."

Ryan nodded vigorously and placed his palm on the plate.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, and the surface of the jade is as smooth as a mirror.

He closed his eyes.

The surrounding sounds gradually faded away, as if everything had quieted down at that moment.

The next moment, Ryan felt a warmth in his palm.

The heat rose from the center of the disc, spread upwards along the lines of the palm, flowed into the body along the arm, and finally gathered in the chest.

It's very warm, like the winter sun.

Before he could experience it again, the disc under his palm suddenly trembled slightly.

He subconsciously opened his eyes and looked down at the disc.

The red stone lit up.

Crimson red like flames, it was particularly dazzling in the morning light.

Seeing this, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both delighted and slightly disappointed.

To my delight, he also possessed spiritual roots.

Disappointingly, he only had one type of spiritual root.

But then Ryan shook his head, thinking to himself that he was being greedy and trying to swallow an elephant.

Having spiritual roots is already quite good; it's much luckier than those elves who failed the test. They shouldn't be greedy anymore.

Ryan looked up at Eleanor excitedly, only to find that her expression was a little strange.

Instead of announcing the results directly as before, she stared at the disc, her brows furrowed, as if deep in thought.

Ryan's heart jumped again.

What's wrong?

Is there a problem?

Just as he was about to ask a question, Eleanor picked up a thick book from the table and began to read it quickly.

Her eyes darted quickly across the pages, turning a few before stopping to read intently.

Ryan stood in front of the table, his heart pounding, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

Roman, who was sitting next to her, noticed something was wrong and curiously leaned over.

"What's wrong?"

Eleanor did not answer immediately, her gaze remaining fixed on the ancient texts.

A moment later, she closed the book, looked up at Ryan again, and her eyes showed a hint of undisguised surprise.

"Is...is there a problem, Lady Eleanor?" Ryan finally couldn't help but ask.

Eleanor smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Rather, it's just that your constitution is rather special."

special?

Ryan was stunned.

Roman, intrigued, leaned closer and asked, "What's so special about it?"

"Although he only has a single spiritual root, he is a rare Haoyang True Body, a natural talent for cultivation."

Eleanor looked at Ryan and asked gently, "What's your name?"

"Lai, Ryan Silvermoon."

"You passed, congratulations." Eleanor smiled slightly. "Now you can go wait in the treehouse over there."

Ryan nodded blankly.

Although he didn't quite understand what "Haoyang True Body" meant, judging from Eleanor's expression, it seemed to be a good thing.

A guard stepped forward and led Ryan toward the treehouse.

Roman watched Ryan's departing figure, then turned to Eleanor and asked curiously, "What is the Haoyang True Body? Is it very powerful?"

Eleanor sighed and said in a low voice, "In the cultivation system, spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation. They determine which type of energy of heaven and earth a cultivator can better sense and absorb. The more spiritual roots a cultivator has, the better their aptitude, and the more cultivation techniques they can practice."

"A spiritual body is a special constitution formed on the basis of a spiritual root due to bloodline, opportunity, or mutation."

She paused, her expression becoming increasingly complicated.

"People with spiritual bodies absorb spiritual energy quickly and progress rapidly in cultivating certain techniques. Some spiritual bodies can even greatly enhance the power of specific attribute spells."

"It can be said that spirits are all born geniuses in cultivation."

People with spiritual roots are already rare, and those with spiritual bodies are even rarer.

Among ten thousand cultivators with spiritual roots, there might not be even one person with a spiritual body.

Eleanor never expected that the clan's first spiritual root test would reveal a potential cultivator with a spiritual body.

Could it be, as Anton said, that elves, as darlings of nature, are naturally more suited to cultivating the Tao?

Roman nodded, seemingly understanding, and then asked, "What level of spiritual body is the Haoyang True Body? Is it very rare?"

"The Haoyang True Body does not belong to the Five Elements Spiritual Body, but is a rarer type of Yin-Yang Spiritual Body, second only to the legendary Dao Body."

"Eleanor said in a low voice, her gaze fixed on the book."

Anodes generate light, and light focuses to form flame.

Those with the Haoyang True Body are born near fire; their flesh, blood, tendons, and bones form a furnace, and they inhale and exhale spiritual energy as if drinking from the blazing sun.

Practicing fire-attribute and yang-attribute techniques allows one to progress rapidly.

For such a cultivation genius, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage is as easy as taking candy from a baby.

The chances of condensing a golden core are far greater than those of ordinary cultivators.

Even she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for Ryan at this moment.

"I never expected that." Roman turned to look in the direction of the treehouse, clicking his tongue in amazement. "That little guy who looks so thin and small actually has such great talent."

Eleanor nodded, collected her thoughts, and continued the test.

……

Ryan went into the treehouse and found that there were already seven or eight children inside.

His gaze swept around unconsciously, and he quickly spotted a familiar figure in the corner.

Flora.

She was standing next to a girl who looked younger, whispering something and occasionally chuckling softly.

Ryan glanced at it once, then quickly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant as he walked to the other side and pretended to examine the furnishings inside the treehouse.

But just a few seconds later, a gentle voice came from behind.

"Ryan?"

Ryan froze and turned around.

Flora stood before him, a hint of surprise in her emerald green eyes.

"You passed the test too?"

"Hmm." Ryan nodded, feigning composure.

"Congratulations." Flora smiled slightly, revealing shallow dimples on her cheeks.

"Thank you." Ryan's ears turned slightly red, and he quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what kind of spiritual root do you have?"

"I have the three spiritual roots of water, wood, and earth," Flora said with a gentle smile.

Three spiritual roots!

Ryan was taken aback.

I never expected Flora to be so talented.

"You're really amazing," Ryan said sincerely.

"I'm alright." Flora smiled and stepped aside to let the girl behind her pass. "By the way, this is Mia."

"hello!"

Mia was half a head shorter than Flora, with an oval face, bright amber eyes, and a lively and cheerful aura.

"Hello." Ryan nodded.

"I have both fire and metal spiritual roots."

Without Ryan asking, Mia recited her test results, concluding with a question for Ryan, "And you? What kind of spiritual root do you have?"

Ryan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Fire elemental root."

He did not reveal that he was the true form of Haoyang.

After all, he himself didn't quite understand what the so-called "Haoyang True Body" was.

"A fire elemental root is not bad either."

Mia nodded with a grin, then chattered on about the details of the test.

Soon other people of the same age gathered around and introduced themselves to each other.

As everyone chatted animatedly, Ryan gradually found himself unable to join the conversation, so he looked around and noticed a boy sitting silently in the corner.

He looked about the same age as Ryan, with long, silver-gray hair that covered his eyebrows. He had his head down, so his expression was not visible, and he was holding a wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword was crudely made, with traces of carving on the blade. It didn't look like it was bought; it looked more like it was carved by hand.

His fingers were long and pale, and his fingertips repeatedly stroked the shallow lines on the spine of the sword, his movements unhurried, as if the simple wooden sword were some rare treasure.

The surrounding noise had nothing to do with him; he was immersed in his own world, so quiet that he was almost transparent.

Ryan hesitated for a moment.

He's not actually good at initiating conversations.

In the clan, he was usually the one who stayed on the edge of the crowd, waiting for others to come to him.

But for some reason, looking at Lucius sitting there alone, he felt a strange sense of... closeness.

Perhaps it's because he often spends time alone himself.

Ryan took a deep breath and strode over.

Passing the test successfully caused a change in his mindset.

He felt that he was about to become Professor Anton's student, and it was time to make a change.

Ryan sat down next to the boy, about an arm's length away.

Not too far, not too close, just right so as not to offend anyone.

The boy raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his face expressionless.

"Hello, my name is Ryan." Ryan forced what he thought was a friendly smile and introduced himself.

The boy stared at him for a moment, then calmly said, "Lucius."

"Did you carve this wooden sword yourself?" Ryan pointed to the object in his hand.

Lucius glanced down at the wooden sword in his hand and nodded slightly. "Hmm."

"That's really well done," Ryan said. "I tried to carve one before, and the wood cracked halfway through."

Using the wooden sword as a starting point, Ryan and Lucius quickly began chatting casually.

He then realized that Lucius wasn't unsociable; he was just rather taciturn.

Although Lucius was a man of few words, and Ryan did most of the talking, with Lucius only occasionally humming or nodding, strangely enough, Ryan didn't find the conversation awkward.

Time passed while we waited.

One by one, people excitedly entered the treehouse, their faces all filled with undisguised joy.

By evening, the test was finally over.

There were twelve children gathered in the treehouse.

Not long after, the door to the treehouse was pushed open.

Eleanor and Roman walked in one after the other.

The treehouse fell silent as all the children turned to look at them.

Eleanor's gaze swept over everyone, and she said in a gentle tone, "Congratulations on passing the test. Starting tomorrow, you will become Anton's students and receive his instruction."

The children all had smiles on their faces.

Several people even clenched their fists and let out a low cheer.

Eleanor then registered the twelve children and said, "It's getting late, you should go back and rest. We'll meet here again tomorrow morning, and I'll take you to your classroom."

The children responded in unison, and then left the treehouse in twos and threes.

Ryan, Flora, and Mia walked out of the treehouse together.

As dusk deepened, the last glimmer of golden-red on the horizon was swallowed by indigo.

The fireflies of the distant Tree of Eternity lit up one after another, swaying gently in the night breeze.

"I'll get to see Lord Anton tomorrow!" Mia exclaimed excitedly, her face flushed. "I can't wait!"

Ryan nodded vigorously, clenching his fist excitedly.

Tomorrow, he will be able to meet the person he admires.