Elven cultivators

The essence of cultivating the Five Elements Flame Transformation Technique lies in using oneself as a furnace to repeatedly grind, collide, and blend the spiritual energy of the five elements until the first spark of fire is born.

Anton sat cross-legged in meditation, and eighteen breaths of primordial spiritual energy swirled within his dantian like swimming dragons, transforming into the five elements and rotating endlessly.

He activated the wood elemental energy as fuel, the fire elemental energy as a catalyst, the earth elemental energy as a furnace, the metal elemental energy as a whetstone, and the water elemental energy as a quenching agent. The five elements circulated and quickly formed a miniature five-element cycle in his dantian.

Initially, the cycle of the five elements operated smoothly.

However, when Anton mobilized the five elements' spiritual energy to begin merging, the characteristics of mutual restraint and conflict among the five elements were immediately activated. In an instant, water and fire clashed, metal and wood clashed, and his dantian was like boiling water.

Anton gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the pressure and maintain the balance of the five elements, but he could only hold on for three or four breaths before the cycle of the five elements collapsed.

The five spiritual energies erupted instantly, running rampant in the dantian like wild horses, creating chaos.

Despite the excruciating pain, Anton spent considerable effort to reclaim the spiritual energy, transforming it back into primordial spiritual energy.

"Phew... High-level fire seeds are indeed not so easy to condense."

He let out a long breath and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Even so, Anton had no intention of giving up. After resting for a while, he continued with his second attempt.

For the next three months, he focused on cultivating the Five Elements Flame Transformation Technique.

Anton was well prepared for the high difficulty of this technique, and he proceeded steadily and patiently, gradually increasing the time he could hold the position each time.

During this time, he also studied another technique, the famous beginner lightning technique, "Palm Lightning".

However, this technique is also quite difficult to master, and he was prepared for a long and arduous process.

Refining spiritual energy, condensing spiritual fire, practicing spells, researching materials... Anton was so busy that he barely had time to breathe, but he didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he felt extremely fulfilled.

This feeling of being able to clearly sense one's own power gradually increasing is truly captivating.

However, at the same time, something else also happened.

Anton, who is now sixty years old, is due to attend a practical training course according to clan rules.

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On the northeast side of the settlement, there is a cluster of treehouses.

The treehouse cluster is backed by a hill that rises like a reclining ox, and on the top of the hill grows a thousand-year-old oak tree with a canopy that spreads out like an umbrella, serving as a natural watchtower.

This is the forest guard's station, located right next to the edge of the forest, less than three kilometers from the outer perimeter.

Early in the morning, Anton and Roman arrived at the entrance of the camp.

Today is their first day participating in a practical course.

"The teacher said that the opponents in this practical course are lizardmen."

Roman carried a battle axe, looking ready to strike at any moment.

"I've never fought a lizardman before in my life, I'm going to have a good time today!"

The girl's excited voice attracted the strange looks of several people not far away.

Anton, however, was already used to it.

Despite being an elf, Roman is more warlike than an orc at heart.

Ever since she was defeated by him last time, she would challenge him to a duel every few days. No matter how many times she was defeated, she would still be full of enthusiasm to continue the challenge next time.

It must be said that this resilience is truly admirable.

Roman's advancement to the Black Iron rank at such a young age was not only due to his talent, but also to his temperament.

"Anton, Roman."

Emmon and Braden then came over.

Both of them changed into a gray-blue robe, with faint glows of magical energy circulation visible on the surface.

This is a magic robe specially issued by the Elven clan to its spellcaster members. It is engraved with runes that provide effects such as constant temperature, moisture protection, water resistance, and arrow protection. It is a minor magical item.

Any young member of the clan who passes the magic course teacher's assessment can receive a magic robe, signifying that he has become a novice spellcaster.

Rare secondary magical items, which are worth tens or hundreds of gold coins in the outside world, are owned by every young spellcaster in the Silvermoon Clan, which also shows the clan's profound heritage.

This is the advantage of an immortal, intelligent race.

"Anton, where's your magic robe?"

Seeing that Anton was only wearing leather armor and had a black longsword at his waist, Eamon couldn't help but look puzzled.

"The magic robe is too cumbersome, this will do," Anton said with a light laugh.

He has important business to attend to today, and the magic robe will only hinder his performance.

Eamon and Braden exchanged a glance, both somewhat puzzled.

Are magic robes in the way?

But aren't all spellcasters like that?

Seeing that Anton had no intention of explaining further, the two wisely refrained from pressing him and instead began discussing today's practical lesson.

Although it's called a practical course, it can actually be seen as an assessment.

Participants must hunt targets in areas prepared by the forest rangers; it's a real, bloody battle.

Although the Forest Guard has made certain protective measures, many Pokémon are injured every year, and there have even been cases of death.

For the sparsely populated Elven race, holding such a practical assessment certainly required a great deal of determination.

As time went by, more and more people arrived at the entrance of the camp.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people gathered, chatting quietly in twos and threes.

Anton suddenly noticed a gaze and turned to look, only to meet Eleanor's gaze from more than twenty meters away.

Seeing Anton looking over, Eleanor gave him a deep look, then looked away expressionlessly.

"Am I just imagining things? I have this feeling that she's looking at me with a bit of displeasure?"

Anton was puzzled, but quickly shook his head, not dwelling on it, and turned to continue chatting idly with Roman and the other two.

Meanwhile, Leila, having observed their subtle interaction, chuckled softly, "What, are you looking forward to Anton's performance today?"

"I wouldn't say I have high expectations," Eleanor said calmly. "I just hope that through today's battle, he will realize his shortcomings and understand that talent doesn't represent everything."

Leila chuckled and said, "You're really malicious, trying to make a fool of a newcomer."

Eleanor rolled her eyes at her and ignored her words.

"quiet!"

A deep, resonant voice suddenly rang out, silencing all the whispers.

Two elves, a male and a female, slowly walked out of the camp and stood in front of the crowd.

The male elf on the left is tall, with long, dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, and a resolute face as if sculpted from rock.

He was dressed in fine leather armor engraved with silver moon patterns, with a long sword hanging at his waist, exuding an aura of calm and composure.

The female elf on the right appears much slimmer, with neat and refreshing short dark red hair and a sharp look in her eyes.

"I am Finn," the male elf said, his voice deep and powerful. "Captain of the First Squad of the Forest Guard."

"Rosalyn, captain of the second squad," the red-haired woman said crisply, "today's practical training session will be co-led by the two of us."

"Let's head to the venue now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Finn turned and walked towards the outside of the settlement, with Rosalind and the other guards immediately following him, their actions swift and decisive.

Eleanor, Lyra, and the others were used to this kind of practical course, so they immediately followed.

The newlyweds were stunned for a moment, then quickly took their steps.