Elven cultivators

On the Tide Sound Plain, dusk was falling.

On the uneven plain, dried blood stained the soil into large patches of dark brown crust, which crunched underfoot.

Numerous blood-soaked corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the ground.

In the most densely populated area, dozens of human corpses lay scattered in the low-lying area.

"This war is quite intense."

Evan sighed, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground before settling on a few fish scales on the ground not far away.

The scales were dark blue with thin tinges of blood around the edges, and they weren't completely dry yet.

He crouched down, picked up a piece with the tip of his sword and examined it carefully, saying, "The wounds on the corpses have the piercing characteristics of the conical blades commonly used by merfolk. Combined with these fish scales, the other side in the battle must have been merfolk, and they won, taking the corpses of their own people with them."

Ryan kicked a broken blade at his feet and casually remarked, "The Tide Sound Plain is indeed in great chaos; they're fighting so fiercely over a salt mine."

Evan neither confirmed nor denied it.

The Tide Sound Plain is home to many races, including humans, halflings, sea creatures, fishmen, and beastmen, forming hundreds of racial factions, making it a veritable melting pot.

Geographical ties are already loose, and there is little trust or friendship between different ethnic groups. The discovery of any resource point is enough to ignite a bloody conflict.

As a result, wars are more frequent here than in other regions.

"Forget it, why bother with all that?" Ryan took out the Soul Gathering Banner. "We'll just collect the remnant souls."

Evan nodded, took out the Soul Gathering Banner, and infused it with a wisp of spiritual energy.

In an instant, the dark red patterns on the banner surface lit up inch by inch along the banner cloth, spreading out in a dense pattern.

Immediately afterwards, the banner trembled slightly, and a grayish-white mist diffused from the edge of the banner, spreading slowly along the ground like a thin haze covering the wasteland, silently spreading in all directions.

Wherever the fog passed, translucent, grayish-white figures gradually appeared in the air, seemingly formed from condensed smoke and dust.

They floated in the void, their bodies light and airy, without facial features, only the vague shapes of limbs and torsos, like a dream that had not yet fully taken shape.

Evan then planted the flagpole in the ground, sat cross-legged, and formed a mudra with his hands.

An invisible suction force swirls out from the center of the banner, gathering the entire mist.

The next instant, the mist slowly contracted, gathering towards the center of the banner like a receding tide.

And those phantoms were also helplessly swept up by the mist and gradually disappeared into the Soul Gathering Banner.

When the last wisp of mist dissipated into the banner, no shadow could be seen within a hundred meters of Evan.

All that remained was the empty wilderness and the lingering chill in the wind.

Evan closed his eyes, sensing the accumulated soul power within the banner. After a moment of mental calculation, he nodded in approval.

"These remnant souls can be used to forge at least four or five wandering soul-level Yin soldiers."

Meanwhile, Ryan also completed his soul gathering not far away.

The two then moved to another location and continued collecting remnant souls.

It took the two of them about half an hour to collect all the remnants of souls from the entire battlefield.

"A great harvest!" Ryan said with a beaming smile. "There are so many remnant souls on this battlefield, it's equivalent to what we harvested in the previous half month. After we return and hand them over, we'll definitely be able to exchange them for a lot of contribution points."

"It's too wasteful to hand over the materials," Evan disagreed. "I heard that the Chengshi Hall has issued a task to refine Yin Soldiers. We can refine these remnant souls into Yin Soldiers before handing them over and get more contribution points."

Ryan paused for a moment, then nodded: "That makes sense."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from afar.

Evan and Ryan, whose conversation had been interrupted, turned around and saw a group of people running frantically toward them.

You can still faintly hear panicked shouts and children crying.

"That's... a half-elf!"

With his excellent eyesight, Evan quickly recognized the person's face.

They were a group of ragged half-elves.

Evan's expression shifted, and his gaze passed over them, landing on the back.

Sure enough, about a hundred meters behind the half-elf, more than twenty burly men clad in leather armor and wielding weapons were hot on their heels.

Their identities can be easily guessed from the chains and nets they wear.

"It's a slave-hunting team." Ryan frowned, looking at Evan. "What do we do?"

Evan put away the Soul Gathering Banner and said without hesitation, "The half-elves that have appeared in the eastern part of the continent at this time are most likely after the clans. Since they are our future companions, we cannot turn a blind eye to them."

"Moreover, there have been orders from above that any slave-hunting teams that dare to ambush and kill those who seek refuge on the way shall be annihilated."

Ryan was not surprised by Evan's answer, nodded, and took out the magic weapon.

The two then rushed toward the group of half-elves.

They were incredibly fast, and in just a few leaps they were in front of the group of half-elves.

Upon seeing two elves suddenly appear ahead, the half-elves were initially taken aback, but after recognizing the oak emblem on their chests, their faces lit up with ecstatic joy.

They are elves of the Silvermoon Clan; they are saved!

But this joy lasted for less than a moment.

They soon noticed that only two elves were rushing towards them, and there was no one else around.

In an instant, the hope that had just been ignited quickly cooled down, and despair welled up in his heart again.

The slave-hunting team behind them numbered over twenty; two elves alone were no match for them.

At the same time, the slave hunters also noticed Evan and Ryan, and their expressions changed simultaneously.

"That emblem... belongs to the Silver Moon Clan!"

"Damn it, it's those persistent bastards again!"

"How come I keep running into them everywhere?"

They had also heard about the Silvermoon Clan's campaigns against slave-hunting teams.

I originally thought that since the Tide Sound Plains and Green Highlands were so far apart, I wouldn't run into the Silvermoon Clan, but I didn't expect to run into them anyway.

"Captain, what do we do?"

The group of people all looked at the burly man who was leading the group.

The captain's expression shifted for a few seconds, then a ruthless glint flashed across his face as he said coldly, "There are only two elves. Kill them, capture the half-elf, and no one will know it was us!"

The members of the slave-hunting team thought it made sense, and their faces once again showed murderous intent.

However, the next moment, they saw the two elves raise their hands at the same time, and four golden beans flew out of their hands and landed with a clatter.

What is that?

A question flashed through the minds of everyone in the slave-hunting team at the same time.

Before they could figure it out, the golden light suddenly exploded.

The four blurry outlines rapidly solidified, expanded, and grew taller in the light, transforming in the blink of an eye into four enormous creatures, each three meters tall.

They were clad in dark gold armor, their faces covered by iron curtains, and stood with golden maces dragging on the ground in their hands, exuding a heavy and intimidating aura.

The sinister smiles on the faces of the slave hunters froze instantly.

The Yellow Turban Warriors did not stop. They stepped forward simultaneously, charging towards the slave hunters like a charging chariot, and crashed into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

The golden mace swept across, sending three people flying in one blow. Shields shattered and people fell, like building blocks scattered by the wind.

Another strongman raised his hand and slammed down with his hammer, striking the man in the head squarely on the shoulder. The man groaned as his shoulder shattered instantly, his knees sinking into the ground, never to rise again.

The slave hunters tried to spread out and encircle the enemy, but the four strongmen cooperated perfectly, each holding their own position, their hammers flashing and tearing the formation of more than twenty people into a mess.

Someone swung their sword and struck the strongman's arm armor, sparks flying instantly.

However, this attack not only failed to harm the Yellow Turban Warrior, but instead caused the attacker's tiger's mouth to crack, the blade in his hand to break and curl, and he was shaken backward.

Before he could catch his breath, he was smashed to the ground by the Yellow Turban Warrior's hammer, blood splattering from his mouth and nose, clearly lifeless.

The Yellow Turban Warriors are mid-level Silver-rank combatants. Facing a team of over twenty slave hunters who are at most Iron-rank, dealing with them would be incredibly easy.

Evan and Ryan had only managed to kill one or two members of the slave-hunting team when the rest were dealt with by the four Yellow Turban Warriors.

Not far away, the half-elves stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the scene before them, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

So, that brutal slave-hunting team was dealt with just like that?

Are these the elves of the Silvermoon Clan?

so amazing!

The half-elves only snapped out of their daze when Evan and Ryan put away their Yellow Turban Warriors and walked towards them.

A half-elf man who appeared to be the leader stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply: "My lords, thank you for your help."

Evan said gently, "We are from the Silvermoon Clan. If I'm not mistaken, you've come to seek refuge with the clan?"

"Yes." The half-elf man nodded quickly. "We rushed over as soon as we heard that the Silvermoon Clan was willing to accept half-elves."

Ryan glanced at the half-elves, whose faces showed signs of relief after the ordeal, and asked curiously, "Is this all there are?"

"No," the half-elf man said with a bitter expression. "Our tribe originally numbered over a hundred, but not long ago, a group of slave hunters... the accomplices of those people just now, captured many of our people, so..."

At this point, the half-elf man gritted his teeth, as if making a decision, and looked up at Evan and Ryan with pleading eyes, "I know this is abrupt, but could you please save our companion?"

Evan and Ryan exchanged a glance, both of them hesitant.

They went out to collect remnant souls; rescuing half-elves was not their mission.

It's fine to help someone you encounter on the road, but it's too time-consuming to make a special trip to rescue them.

But looking at the pitiful half-elves before them, the two couldn't bear to refuse. After hesitating for a moment, they sighed and agreed.

The half-elf man was overjoyed when Evan and Ryan agreed.

"Thank you, thank you, sirs, I'll take you there right away..."

Evan waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "Don't rush. First, find a place to settle your people, and then you can tell me about those slave hunting teams."

The half-elf man glanced at his exhausted tribesmen, then nodded repeatedly after realizing what had happened: "Yes, yes, I was too hasty."

After that, Evan and Ryan took the half-elves to the nearest town and rented a few houses to settle them temporarily.

Although half-elves are not well-regarded in mainstream society, as long as they stay in towns with walls and guards, they don't have to worry about being captured by slave hunters.

Evan also went to the town's merchant guild to buy a batch of clean clothes and food, which he then gave to the half-elves to distribute.

After doing all this, he asked the half-elf man for information about the slave-hunting team.

The answer he received made him frown slightly.

The slave-hunting team that captured the half-elf was actually quite large.

They also established a camp in the wild specifically to imprison captured slaves and to serve as a transit point for slave transportation.

This is not something a mere slave-hunting team could accomplish; there must be other forces supporting them behind the scenes.

"It seems that the two of us alone are not enough."

Evan sighed, flipped his wrist, and a jade feather about a hand's length long, shaped like a bird's tail feather, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

He grasped the base of the feather and infused it with a wisp of spiritual energy.

The feather trembled slightly, then flew out of my hand on its own, transforming into a palm-sized, luminous bird in the air.

It circled once in place, then flapped its wings and soared into the sky, leaving a long, thin trail of blue light in its wake.

This Thousand-Machine Feather is one of the essential tools for disciples of Taichu City to gain experience in the outside world.

It can release unique spiritual energy fluctuations within a certain range. If there are disciples of Taichu City nearby, they will know that one of their people is in trouble after sensing the spiritual energy fluctuations, and they will rush over immediately.

The enemy outnumbered them, and Evan didn't intend to rush in rashly with just the two of them. He would gather enough reinforcements first.