Elven cultivators

The Flying Cloud Flying Boat briefly landed at a docking plaza in the outer area of ​​the Primordial Spirit Realm.

The elven soldiers, escorting the slave hunters, disembarked from the airship along with the dog-men and half-elves.

Elf members who had received the message were already waiting outside to meet them.

They left with the dog-men and half-elves, heading to an area specifically for settling vassal races.

As for the slave-hunting team, they will soon be imprisoned.

Immediately afterward, the Lingyun Flying Boat took off again and flew towards Taichu City.

In the lobby on the first floor.

Una awkwardly brewed a cup of flower tea and respectfully presented it to Roman.

Seeing the teacher pick up the flower tea and take a sip, she couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her.

"Teacher, where are we going next?"

"Go to Taichu City." Roman glanced at her. "You're my first apprentice; let Anton take a look at you."

"Lord An-Anton?" Una's voice suddenly became tense.

Even in the distant Frostridge Plateau, she had heard plenty of stories about the legendary reputation of the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint.

Almost everyone who mentioned her name spoke with a tone of awe.

The thought of meeting such an important person made her heart clench with nervousness.

Roman laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, Anton won't eat people."

Seeing that Una's face was still tense, Roman smiled and simply led the dog-woman girl toward the deck.

Judging by the time, we should be arriving at Primordial City soon.

As the two stepped onto the deck, they saw the outline of a majestic city appear on the horizon.

Una was immediately drawn to him.

Even from a great distance, one can feel an indescribable sense of weight and solidity just from its outline.

As the distance closed, the appearance of the giant city became clearer.

The city walls, like the undulating spine of a giant dragon, encircle the entire city.

The buildings in the city are of varying heights, with layers of dark tiles that gleam with a dim, gloomy light in the twilight.

The most eye-catching feature is the towering pagoda in the center of the city, with its octagonal eaves soaring into the sky. The pagoda is shrouded in a pale golden halo, like a frozen sunset.

Una subconsciously softened her breathing.

She had seen the prosperity of Azurescale City and the vastness of Frostridge Plateau, but she had never seen such a magnificent city.

The airship landed on the docking plaza outside the city.

After disembarking from the flying boat, Roman did not use his movement technique to travel, but instead led Una on foot into the city.

It was probably intended to familiarize the new apprentice with the Primordial City.

The bluestone path was wide and straight, with shady trees on both sides. Occasionally, disciples dressed in blue robes would pass by, stop when they saw Roman, and bow to greet him.

Una's gaze fell on the disciples.

Their robes were spotless, their steps were light as if they were walking on clouds, and they exuded an ethereal aura that was hard to describe.

Una glanced down at her dusty old clothes, quietly tucked her hands into her sleeves, and hid them further back, unconsciously falling half a step behind Roman.

Pass through the stone gate and enter the inner city.

The two quickly arrived at the Nine Heavens Tower.

Una looked up at the towering building that seemed to reach into the clouds and swallowed hard.

"Go in."

Roman stepped into the tower first, leading Una to the teleportation hall, and then used the teleportation array to reach the tower floor where the Heavenly Origin Palace was located.

Upon entering the Tianyuan Hall, both Anton and Eleanor were present.

Upon seeing Roman, Anton smiled slightly: "Your trip to Bilin City was quite opportune. Not only did you run into the slave hunting team, but you also took on an apprentice."

"I've always thought I'm lucky."

Roman casually sat down in the empty chair, waved to Una, and then introduced her to Anton and Eleanor.

"Here, this is my new apprentice, named Una."

Anton and Eleanor both turned their gazes to the small, dog-woman girl.

Una felt her body stiffen, and after biting her tongue hard, she recovered somewhat and quickly bowed.

"Lord Anton... Lady Eleanor..."

No wonder she was so nervous.

These two people in front of her were simply too important figures for her to reach.

Let's not even talk about the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint.

The overlord who rules over the two major regions of Eldron Plains and Green Highlands.

A powerful figure who can decide the life or death of the entire dog-man race with a single sentence.

Even Lady Eleanor beside her is a legendary powerhouse.

In the past, she would never have had the opportunity to meet such important figures.

Anton looked the dog-woman up and down a few times, his divine sense sweeping over her silently, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Good aptitude."

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he already possessed the strength of a lower-level Black Iron cultivator. While this might not be considered outstanding within the Silvermoon Clan, it would be quite remarkable outside of it.

After cultivating in the Primordial City for a period of time, one can quickly stand out.

Roman laughed and said, "I told you she was good. Her fighting style suits my taste, which is why I took her as my apprentice."

Anton remained noncommittal, but gestured for Eleanor to test Una's aptitude.

With a flick of her wrist, Eleanor conjured a palm-sized jade disc in her palm.

With a wave of the girl's hand, the jade disc floated gently down toward Una.

The latter instinctively reached out and caught it.

"Put your hand on it," Eleanor gently reminded her.

Una quickly did as she was told, placing her palm in the center of the disc.

A moment later, the blue and white stones lit up simultaneously, the light soft and steady.

"Dual spiritual roots of metal and wood." A hint of surprise flashed in Eleanor's eyes.

Unexpectedly, this dog-woman girl not only possessed spiritual roots, but also dual spiritual roots.

Among the disciples of Taichu City, this aptitude is considered quite good.

After all, so far, the most talented disciples of Taichu City have only three spiritual roots—excluding spiritual beings like Ryan.

"Not bad." Anton nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Roman. "Do you plan to have her cultivate Qi or Strength?"

"Strength." Roman had clearly already made his decision and said without hesitation, "Her fighting style is somewhat similar to mine, so focusing on strength is more suitable for her."

Anton nodded without saying anything more.

Perhaps the force is more suitable for the dog-people.

After all, the source of this power inheritance is actually the demon race's techniques.

Previously, it was because the clan needed to control a large amount of spiritual energy as "productivity" that it stipulated that only cultivators who followed the Qi path could become disciples of the Primordial City, which led to elves with spiritual roots choosing to cultivate the Qi path.

Now the clans have lifted the restrictions, and cultivators of the Strength Realm can also become disciples of the Primordial City.

Even if one's spiritual root is determined, one can freely choose according to one's own conditions and goals, without having to focus on a single path.

Una's dual spiritual roots of metal and wood are perfectly suited for cultivating the Golden Wheel Thunder Body.

"Then it's decided." Roman made the final decision.

Anton looked at Eleanor.

The latter understood and gently tapped a piece of white paper on the table.

The white paper floated up and automatically folded into a small paper crane, which flapped its wings and flew out of the hall.

Before long, light footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the palace.

Flora strode in and bowed slightly to Anton and Eleanor.

"Teacher, Lady Eleanor."

"Take Una down and arrange accommodations," Eleanor ordered.

"Yes," Flora replied, turning to look at Una with a gentle smile. "Come with me."

Una glanced at Roman subconsciously, and seeing her teacher nod slightly, she followed Flora out of the palace gate.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Only Anton, Roman, and Eleanor remained in the hall.

"What about those half-elves? What are you planning to do with them?" Roman asked casually, leaning back in his chair.

Anton waved his hand: "We've even accepted vassal races, so what's there to hesitate about with half-elves? We'll accept them too."

Eleanor nodded in agreement: "Although half-elves have an awkward status, they at least have half-elf blood. More importantly, they are not welcomed by any race and are in a dangerous situation. Once someone extends an olive branch to them, they will definitely hold on tightly, and their loyalty may be higher than that of other vassal races."

Roman blinked. "Does that mean...we'll include half-elves in our acceptance program from now on?"

Anton smiled and nodded.

"But how do we recruit half-elves?" Roman frowned slightly. "As far as I know, many half-elves don't have fixed settlements. To avoid slave hunters, they migrate from place to place, making them very difficult to find."

Anton said calmly, "Since they're hard to find, let's have them come to us on their own."

Roman was slightly taken aback.

Eleanor immediately understood Anton's meaning: "The chieftain means... to issue a notice?"

"That's right."

Anton nodded.

"Effective immediately, we hereby announce that the Silvermoon Clan is willing to accept half-elves and provide them with protection. Anyone who is willing to come and join us will be treated equally and given the same treatment as other vassal races."

Eleanor pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "In that case, we need to set up a reception point at the border to receive the half-elves who come to seek refuge."

"At the same time, a large number of half-elves are converging here, which may attract many slave-hunting teams. They dare not enter our territory, but they may attack the migrating half-elves on the way."

"Just in case, we'd better send some elite squads to wipe out these slave-hunting teams."

Roman listened with admiration: "Anton just made the suggestion, and you've already thought of so many details. Eleanor, you're getting more and more amazing."

Eleanor glared at her reproachfully: "If you handled affairs every day like I do, you could do it too."

Roman shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "Then forget it."

She didn't want to spend all day buried in documents; just thinking about it gave her a headache.

Seemingly afraid that Eleanor would continue speaking, Roman quickly stood up.

"I'll go check on how Una is settled in, and teach her the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Scripture while I'm at it."

As the last word was uttered, Roman's figure had already disappeared at the entrance of the hall.

Upon seeing this, Anton and Eleanor both chuckled and shook their heads.

After that, Eleanor suddenly remembered something and said, "According to our intelligence network, many slave-hunting teams seem to be backed by powerful forces."

Anton was not surprised.

Without powerful backers, those slave-hunting teams would have been wiped out long ago by powerful individuals who couldn't stand them, given their infamous reputations.

Moreover, although the slave trade sounds unpleasant, it is extremely profitable, and it is inevitable that some covetous forces will get involved.

Fortunately, the five major powers value their reputations and will not get involved in this area.

As long as it doesn't involve the five major powers, Anton doesn't have many concerns.

He waved his hand dramatically, making a resounding sound.

"No matter who their backers are, if they dare to reach out, they will be cut off."