Elven cultivators

By the time I got home, it was completely dark.

The mother was standing at the door looking out when she saw Ryan's figure appear at the end of the tree-covered corridor, and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

"You're back?"

She didn't ask about the result, but simply stepped aside and said gently, "Come in, dinner is ready."

Ryan went inside and sat down at the table.

On the table sat his favorite herb-baked fish, its skin roasted to a golden brown and crispy, sprinkled with finely chopped herbs, and steam rising gently.

Next to it was a plate of candied fruit and a bowl of hot mushroom soup, with a few tender green coriander leaves floating on top of the soup.

The aroma, mingled with the smoke from burning firewood, filled the small treehouse.

His mother sat down opposite him, picked up a soup spoon, and naturally served him soup, still without asking about the test.

She didn't dare ask, afraid of putting pressure on her son.

"Mother," Ryan spoke first, his voice filled with barely suppressed joy, "I passed the test."

The spoon tapped lightly on the rim of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

The mother paused, looked up, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

"real?"

"Really." Ryan nodded vigorously, unable to suppress the smile on his face. "Lady Eleanor said it herself, that I should go to class tomorrow."

The smile on her mother's face instantly blossomed as brightly as a honeybee.

She hugged Ryan tightly and kissed him on the forehead.

"Very good!"

Ryan was a little breathless from being held so tightly, but he didn't struggle.

He could feel his mother's heartfelt joy.

"I knew you could do it." His mother released him, looked him up and down, her eyes slightly red. "My son is the best."

Ryan seemed to want to say something; his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

He simply nodded vigorously.

Just then, footsteps came from the doorway.

Ryan turned his head and saw his father walk in from outside the door, wearing the standard leather armor of the Forest Guard.

"What's wrong?" He keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange, and his gaze swept over his wife and son.

The mother released Ryan, turned around, quickly wiped her eyes, and then smiled and said, "Ryan passed the test. He will start taking classes with Lord Anton tomorrow."

The father froze, his eyes widening: "Really?"

His mother gave him a reproachful glare: "Who would joke about something like this with you?"

Only then did his father realize it. He quickly walked over and vigorously rubbed Ryan's head.

"Good lad, you're truly my son!"

Ryan's head was being rubbed and he couldn't help but grin.

"Lord Anton is the most remarkable person in our clan."

After the initial joy, the father patted his son on the shoulder with a solemn expression.

"Being able to become his student is a blessing that many people would rather die for. You must cherish this opportunity, study hard, and don't be naughty or lazy."

"I know," Ryan nodded seriously.

The father nodded with satisfaction, then burst into laughter: "If Oliver and the others knew that my son was chosen by Lord Anton, they would be green with envy."

The atmosphere at dinner was very pleasant, and the smiles on the family's faces never faded.

After dinner, the mother carefully checked Ryan's clothes and boots for the next day, wiped the boots clean with a damp cloth, and hung them by the window to dry.

late at night.

Ryan lay on the rattan bed, gazing at the night view outside the window, imagining what tomorrow's class would be like.

Will Lord Anton be very strict?

Am I able to keep up with the course pace?

Countless thoughts surged in his mind, causing his heart to beat faster involuntarily.

But soon, the excitement and fatigue of the day surged in like a tide, washing away those chaotic thoughts.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and my consciousness gradually faded.

Soon, Ryan fell into a deep sleep, a faint smile still on his lips.

Outside the window, the petals of honey bell flowers swayed gently in the night breeze, emitting a faint sweet fragrance.

Under the same night sky.

The treehouses in the Eternal Tree area were brightly lit.

Anton sat at one end of the long table, with a piece of parchment spread out in front of him, covered with names and their corresponding spiritual attributes.

Eleanor and Roman sat opposite him, each holding a glass of honeydew wine.

"Out of more than four hundred eligible children, twelve were found to have spiritual roots, which is a very good ratio."

Anton looked at the list with a satisfied expression.

Indeed, the Elf race is very suitable for cultivation.

Of the twelve people, one has three spiritual roots, three have two spiritual roots, and the rest have one spiritual root.

To his surprise, a promising individual with a spiritual body emerged from among them.

Moreover, it is the Haoyang True Body, which is relatively rare even among spirits.

Its rarity is in no way less than that of his five spiritual roots.

This luck is unbelievable.

But Anton quickly regained his composure.

While spiritual entities can greatly aid in spiritual practice, how far one can ultimately go on the path depends on one's own character and understanding.

Spiritual roots and spiritual bodies are just the starting point; what determines the upper limit is never talent.

Setting down the list, Anton smiled at the two elfin girls in front of him and said, "Thank you for your hard work today."

Eleanor smiled and shook her head, then asked, "Are you going to teach the class yourself tomorrow?"

Anton nodded: "I happen to be free recently."

The Fire Shield still needs time to mature, and during this time he will stay in the Silvermoon Forest, which will be a good opportunity to teach the first batch of students and guide them into the field.

Once the Fire Shield is restored to its original state, Eleanor will have accumulated a certain amount of knowledge, at which point she can take over some of his teaching duties, freeing him up to do other things.

After finishing his lecture, Anton casually waved his hand, and four objects appeared out of thin air in front of him, suspended in mid-air by his true essence.

"These are ritual implements for you."

Anton pointed his finger, and two of the items floated to Roman's side.

It turned out to be a battle axe and a suit of armor.

Roman's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out and caught the two magical artifacts, then looked them over carefully.

The battle axe is a deep blue-green color, with fine lightning patterns faintly visible on its surface. The patterns are deeply embedded in the metal, yet it has a warm and smooth feel to the touch.

Although the axe handle is made of wood, it is covered with silver threads with frost patterns, giving it a slightly rough feel when held, making it feel excellent in the hand.

The blade edge also gleamed with a silvery-white luster, like lightning.

Roman gripped the axe handle and swung it casually.

The moment the axe blade pierced the air, a muffled thunderclap suddenly exploded, causing the light source stone in the treehouse to tremble slightly, and even the cup on the table to shake gently.

Tiny arcs of electricity flickered along the edge of the axe blade, producing a soft crackling sound.

"This is the Thunderstrike Axe."

Anton's voice rang out at just the right moment.

"The axe blade contains the power of thunder. When it hits the target, the power of thunder will flow in, causing the enemy's skin to be charred and flesh to stiffen, and slowing their movements for a short period of time."

"The battle axe would also make a thunderous sound when it was swung, which would intimidate the enemy."

Roman's fighting style has always been aggressive and direct, and the paralysis effect of the Thunderstrike Axe can make up for her lack of hard crowd control.

"And this one too," Anton said, pointing to another item.

Roman put down his battle axe and picked up the dark blue half-body armor.

The armor was designed to fit snugly, covering the chest, abdomen, and shoulders.

The surface is covered with layers of scales like dragon scales, and each scale is inlaid with fine frost-like silver threads along its edge, outlining six winding rune patterns.

The armor fits snugly to the body after being worn, without hindering movement at all. The slightly raised shoulder blades add to its imposing presence.

"This is the Six-Armored Thunder Armor."

Anton said calmly, "When attacked, the lightning protection barrier on the surface of the armor will activate automatically, generating a very thin layer of protective lightning on the body. When hit by a close-range attack, the armor will convert part of the impact into lightning power and strike back, making the attacker suffer the consequences."

"These two magical artifacts are from the same lineage. When used together, the flow of lightning energy will be smoother."

Roman is accustomed to a head-on, frontal fighting style, and this set of magical artifacts was tailor-made for her tough, uncompromising combat style.

Armor protects the body, battle axe attacks the enemy; offense and defense are combined.

Roman naturally understood this as well, and with a beaming smile, he hugged the two magical artifacts to his arms, stroking them lovingly as he said to Anton with a grin, "You're so wonderful, Anton, I love you to death!"

Anton smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it."

He then looked at Eleanor, pointed his finger, and the remaining two magical artifacts flew towards Eleanor.

"Eleanor, this is yours."

Eleanor happily accepted it and examined it closely.

The two ritual implements were a neatly folded blue robe and a small, emerald-green tree about the size of a palm.

She first picked up the blue robe and gently unfolded it.

The robe was smooth as water, spotless, and the moment your fingertips touched it, you felt a warm, jade-like sensation.

The robe is clearly divided into warp and weft, with faintly visible crisscrossing patterns, as if the trajectory of the sun, moon, and stars were woven into it.

Upon closer inspection, the runes are not fixed patterns, but rather flow slowly with the changes in light, subtly revealing the workings of the universe.

"This Seven Stars Binding Sun Robe can resist external attacks, and it also has the function of changing its shape. Give it a try."

Eleanor did as she was told, patting the Seven Stars Robe onto her body. The robe automatically unfolded, quickly wrapping around her body and adjusting to fit her perfectly.

Even more miraculously, the style of her robe changed with the slightest thought she had.

It can transform from an ankle-length robe into a knee-length robe, and from a short robe into a light hunting outfit, and can even transform into other clothing.

"It's really convenient."

Eleanor was so enamored with it that she stroked it for a while before shifting her gaze to the lush green sapling on the table.

It is only the size of a palm, with lush, verdant foliage. The canopy is laden with fruit, each about the size of a mung bean, displaying a dazzling array of colors.

"This is the Six-Fruit Treasure Tree." Anton reached out and gently touched the crown of the small tree. "It bears six different kinds of fruit, and each fruit contains a Dao technique. With your current cultivation level, the power of each fruit is no less than a full-force attack from the first level of Foundation Establishment."

"If used by someone at the Foundation Establishment stage, its power will be even greater."

"After the fruit is used, it takes some time to re-condense. As long as you place the Six-Fruit Treasure Tree around you, it will absorb the free energy between heaven and earth and re-condense into new fruit."

"These two magical artifacts, the Seven Star Binding Sun Robe, are primarily for defense, while the Six Real Treasure Tree is mainly for offense. They are well-rounded in both offense and defense, enough for you to handle most battles."

Anton paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, magical artifacts are ultimately external forces; one's own cultivation is fundamental and one should not rely on them excessively."

Eleanor nodded solemnly, carefully put away the two magical artifacts, looked up at Anton, and said with a bright smile, "Thank you."

"Alright." Anton stood up, stretched, and said, "You all have classes tomorrow, so go back and get some rest."

Roman carefully put away the Thunderstrike Axe and the Six-Armor Thunder Armor, stood up, and waved to Anton: "Then we'll be going now."

Eleanor also stood up and nodded slightly to Anton as a farewell.

The two walked out of the treehouse one after the other, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Silence returned to the treehouse.

Anton went to the window and looked out at the Tree of Eternity.

He not only crafted magical artifacts for Roman and Eleanor, but also planned to create two custom-made magical artifacts for each of the gold-ranked warriors in the clan who had cultivated the Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Scripture, to enhance their combat power.

As for the spellcasters, they lack spiritual energy and cannot use conventional magical artifacts, nor can they use the specially made magical artifacts exclusive to cultivators of strength. Anton was powerless to help them.

However, he has been thinking about the matter of condensing the core recently, and has already begun to have some ideas.

Perhaps it won't be long before we can create a cultivation method specifically for spellcasters in this world.

By then, the speed at which the spellcasters in the clan improve their strength should also increase.