Elven cultivators

In the spacious courtyard, more than twenty disciples of Taichu City stood in twos and threes, their eyes all fixed on the water curtain floating not far away.

The image above shows an overview of the campsite from an overhead perspective.

The image is still, clearly a reconnaissance image captured by a disciple using magic beforehand.

Although it's impossible to observe the movement of people in the camp in real time, the sheer number of tents and the arrangement of trucks indicate that the camp is quite large.

Evan stood in front of the light screen, his fingertip tracing several points on the screen, his tone calm: "Based on our reconnaissance over the past few days, there are at least two or three hundred people in this camp. The good news is that we haven't detected any energy fluctuations from the magic array, which means we can launch a surprise attack."

"My suggestion is to wait until nightfall to make our move. Their defenses will be rotated after dark, which is when they are most relaxed. The darkness will have no effect on us, but it will be a significant obstacle for them. In this environment, our cooperation with the Taoist soldiers can maximize our advantages and catch them off guard."

The disciples nodded in agreement, and no one raised any objections.

With the aid of magic and elixirs, and having experience operating in dark regions, they were already accustomed to fighting in lightless environments; night was no different from daytime to them.

On the contrary, the enemy will be greatly weakened by the nighttime environment.

Someone whispered, "Then it's settled. Let's take action tonight and get it over with as soon as possible."

The others echoed this sentiment, and then began discussing specific action plans.

After finalizing all the details, Evan cupped his hands in greeting to everyone and said, "Dear fellow disciples, thank you all for coming to help. I will remember this favor."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the disciples shook their heads and waved their hands.

"Senior Brother Evan, you're too kind. This concerns the clan, so of course we should contribute."

"Exactly! The half-elves are going to join our clan, so they're our people. How is ambushing and killing our people any different from slapping us in the face? When something like this happens, how can we stand idly by?"

"This time, we have to teach those blind fools a lesson."

A chorus of agreement rose and fell, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Evan was one of the first elves to become disciples of the Primordial City, and his cultivation level was the highest among those present. Even if it weren't for the clan, they would still lend a hand out of respect for Evan.

Building a good relationship with Evan is entirely beneficial.

They naturally know how to choose.

Evan responded with a smile, then looked up at the blue bird that was still circling in the sky above the yard.

Now that everyone has been gathered, there is no need to send any more signals.

He raised his hand and beckoned, and the azure bird swooped down, folded its wings, and landed back in his palm, transforming once again into a warm and lustrous azure jade feather.

Just as he put the feather into his bosom, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the courtyard gate, followed by Ryan's face, which was clearly excited.

"Evan! Look who's here!"

Evan noticed the undisguised smugness in Ryan's voice, and a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. He subconsciously turned to look at the door.

Ryan stepped aside, and behind him stepped a tall, slender figure into the courtyard.

Upon seeing who it was, Evan's expression froze for a moment, revealing a look of surprise.

"Senior Lucius!"

The newcomer wore a light blue robe, was slender but not thin, with a straight back like a pine tree, and a face as indifferent as a deep pool without ripples. His expression was unreadable, and he stood there quietly, yet he attracted everyone's attention.

It's like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath; though its edge is not outwardly visible, its presence cannot be ignored.

Upon seeing Lucius, the other disciples were also taken aback and quickly bowed.

"Senior Lucius?"

"Senior brother, what brings you here?"

"What a coincidence..."

Suppressing his surprise, Evan quickly stepped forward to meet him.

Lucius was one of the most senior disciples of the City of the Beginning.

Furthermore, he received personal instruction from the clan chief and was a true student of the clan chief.

In comparison, the other disciples of Taichu City were nothing more than disciples.

Evan had only recently heard that his senior brother Lucius had successfully condensed a sword pellet and become a true sword cultivator.

In terms of strength, among the nearly one thousand disciples in the entire Taichu City, perhaps only Senior Brother Ryan can rival him.

How did he end up here?

Are they here to collect remnant souls too?

No, it shouldn't be.

This is not like Lucius's style at all.

It's more likely they came to exterminate the slave-hunting team.

Before Evan could even process what was going on in his mind, Lucius had already spoken.

"I heard from Ryan that you're going to attack the slave hunters' stronghold."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the image of the camp on the screen.

Count me in.

Everyone present was taken aback at first, then their faces lit up with joy.

Senior Brother Lucius is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a sword cultivator known for his combat prowess.

With him participating, the success of this operation is greatly enhanced.

Evan also looked delighted and nodded without hesitation: "With Senior Brother Lucius's help, we are naturally more than happy to accept it."

Lucius nodded slightly, his gaze returning to the light screen, as if he had already memorized the layout of the camp.

But the next moment, he suddenly turned his head without warning, his gaze fixed on the shadow of a crooked locust tree on the west side of the open space, and a sharp and piercing aura suddenly erupted from his body.

Ryan, who was closest to him, instinctively tensed up, feeling as if he were standing in front of a volcano about to erupt, and his scalp tingled.

But then, as if he had seen something clearly, Lucius suddenly withdrew the sharp aura that had been threatening him, like a blade being sheathed, clean and swift, without any hesitation.

He lowered his hands, bowed slightly, and his tone returned to its previous flatness.

"teacher."

All the disciples present were stunned. They all turned their heads and followed Lucius's gaze, only to see a figure that had appeared in the shadow of the crooked locust tree.

The other person was standing there, and no one knew how long he had been standing there; none of them had noticed his arrival.

When they saw who it was, they were even more surprised.

Who else could it be but Anton?

The disciples then seemed to awaken from their daze and bowed respectfully.

No one expected Anton to suddenly appear in such a place.

Anton's gaze first fell on Lucius, and he nodded slightly: "Not bad, it seems you have already mastered the Blazing Sky Sword Scripture."

The "Blazing Sky Sword Scripture" follows the extreme route of "forging the blade with fire," and is in line with Lucius's "Burning Sky Refining the Blade."

The core concept of this flying sword technique is to push the meaning of "burning out" of the fire element law to its extreme.

The sword strikes silently, yet upon hitting its target, it unleashes an intense heat that incinerates everything, turning the enemy to ashes from the inside out.

It is a perfect match for Lucius's invisible sword pellet.

Judging from the sword intent that Lucius suddenly displayed just now, he has clearly mastered this flying sword technique.

He can be considered a qualified swordsman.

Lucius kept his head down, showing no arrogance, and calmly said, "I've only just begun."

It was precisely because he had just completed the "Blazing Sky Sword Scripture" and wanted to find a suitable opponent to test his sword skills that he participated in the operation to exterminate the slave hunter team.

To his disappointment, he did not encounter a worthy opponent for several months in a row.

Therefore, after sensing the fluctuations of Qianji Ling's spiritual energy, he came to investigate with a glimmer of hope. Upon learning that it was an attack on the slave hunter team's stronghold, he immediately had the idea of ​​joining.

Surely there must be a few strong individuals at the slave hunters' stronghold?

Anton smiled, offering no further comment, and focused his gaze on the screen.

"What's going on?"

Evan didn't dare to delay and immediately recounted the whole story.

Upon hearing this, Anton's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said calmly, "In that case, I'll join in the fun too."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The group looked at each other, unsure how to react.

For the clan leader to personally deal with a mere slave-hunting team's stronghold... this can't even be described as using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; it would be more apt to describe it as "a meteorite falling from the sky and smashing an anthill."

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but silently mourn for those slave hunters.