Elven cultivators

Spirits are extremely rare.

Since Ryan, the Primordial City has recruited nearly a thousand disciples.

Among them, there are quite a few with outstanding spiritual roots.

Two or three spiritual roots have appeared, but a second seedling with a spiritual body has never been found.

Unexpectedly, a spirit was found in a half-elf.

Anton couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of the world.

His gaze fell on the half-elf girl, his mind already racing, the characteristics and signs of several different spirits coming to mind one by one, but he would only know which one it was after testing.

"What's your name?"

"My lord, my name is Ivy," the half-elf girl replied softly.

Anton nodded, said nothing more, and simply gestured for Ivy to get up.

At the same time, a group of disciples from Taichu City also arrived and entered the camp.

Without Anton's instructions, they spontaneously dispersed and took over the tasks of clearing the battlefield and freeing the slaves.

Oru then walked over, accompanied by the ape-man elder.

"Lord Anton, I am deeply grateful."

Orlu was a burly man, but he bowed slightly in front of Anton, his posture extremely humble, and his tone full of gratitude.

"If you hadn't happened to pass by this time, my father, my son, and the rest of our clan would probably have perished here. I really don't know how to repay this kindness."

"Don't overthink it," Anton said calmly. "I came here to wipe out the slave-hunting team; rescuing you was just a side thing."

"No matter what, you saved our lives," Oru said solemnly.

He paused, glanced back at his son being helped by his tribesmen in the distance, then looked at the blood-soaked ape-man elder and the remaining tribesmen behind him. His eyes flickered intensely for a moment, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he lowered his back even further.

"Lord Anton, I have a favor to ask!"

Anton didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly.

Oru earnestly said, "We hope you will accept us and make us a vassal race of the Silvermoon Clan."

A flicker of surprise crossed Anton's eyes, but he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "What was the origin of that orc just now?"

Oru paused for a moment, then realized what he meant and quickly replied, "He's from the Steelmane tribe."

Anton's eyes flickered slightly.

He was familiar with the name.

The Steelmane Tribe is one of the strongest forces in the Thunder River Basin.

Back then, it was they who united with many forces to overthrow Dragon City in the Thunder River Basin.

After that, the Steelmane Tribe expanded rapidly in the Thunder River Basin, annexing many forces and showing signs of dominating the region.

It is worth mentioning that Eleanor once mentioned that the Steelmane tribe was one of the backers of those slave-hunting teams.

Anton, remaining calm, continued, "Why would the Steelmane Tribe go to such lengths to set up a trap and ambush you?"

A look of resentment flashed in Oru's eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, "They are acting under the orders of the Bloodclaw Clan, trying to steal our ancestral totem."

"Not long ago, the Bloodclaw Clan suddenly attacked our clan, killing many of our members, including our chieftain... who also died at their hands."

"We fought with all our might and sacrificed many of our people to break through the enemy lines and escape with our ancestral totems."

"But they still wouldn't give up and kept chasing us. We were forced to flee into the Tide Sound Plain. A few days ago, my son was accidentally captured by a slave hunting team. When I received the news, I rushed over to rescue him, but I didn't expect to fall right into their trap."

Anton's eyes flickered.

He suddenly remembered that in the Burning Beacon Hall, that legendary Bloodclaw Clan expert named Byron had threatened Oru to hand over something in front of him, and they almost got into a fight.

In retrospect, it seems that Byron was probably eyeing the ancestral totem of the Goldenback Ape tribe.

Seeing that Anton remained silent, Orlu felt a pang of anxiety, but then mustered his courage and pleaded again, "Lord Anton, I know this request is abrupt, but we really have no other choice..."

The only legendary warrior of the Goldenback Ape-Man tribe has been killed in battle. Only he and the elder remain as the remaining peak-level warriors in the tribe. Moreover, they possess the ancestral totem, a precious treasure. If they continue to flee, they will eventually be wiped out by the Bloodclaw Clan and the Steelmane Tribe.

Anton's tone remained calm: "I am not afraid of the Bloodclaw Clan, nor the Steelmane Tribe, but I have no reason to make enemies of two powerful forces for your sake."

Orlu fell silent.

He knew Anton was right.

The Bloodclaw Clan is a first-rate power, while the Steelmane Tribe, though slightly inferior, is still the strongest overlord in the Thunder River Basin.

In the current situation, no one would risk offending two factions for the sake of a group of fugitives.

Unless... they can offer something compelling enough to impress the other party.

After a long pause, Oru's expression shifted, and finally he gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind. He reached out and took off the spatial ring from his right index finger, then presented it to Anton with both hands.

"Lord Anton, I am willing to offer you my ancestral totem, along with all the resources my tribe has accumulated over the years, as the price for your protection."

The ape elder behind him changed his expression slightly, his lips moved a few times, but he ultimately couldn't utter a word.

He also knew that the current situation left them with no room for further reservations.

The ancestral totem, if left in their hands, will eventually fall into the hands of the Bloodclaw clan.

Rather than letting our enemies benefit from it, we should use it to save our lives.

It's better than letting the Bloodclaw Clan get away with it.

Anton's gaze shifted slightly, and his divine sense immediately spread out, probing into the spatial ring.

The inside of the ring was quite spacious, and it was filled with many things.

Metal ingots, animal hides, medicinal herbs, scattered gems...

These were things that would be quite remarkable in the eyes of ordinary forces, but in Anton's view, they were nothing worth mentioning.

His divine sense swept over the scattered supplies in a single glance, probing directly into the deepest part of the spatial ring.

There, a huge totem lay silently.

It is over a hundred meters long and as thick as the trunk of an ancient tree that has been growing for a thousand years.

It has a deep grayish-brown color throughout, and its texture is like some kind of extremely ancient hardwood. After being soaked and polished for a long time, the surface is covered with a warm, oily luster, giving it a heavy feel.

What truly caught Anton's eye were the dense carvings on the surface of the totem.

Without exception, the content depicts golden-backed apes in scenes of battle, hunting, cultivation, and worship.

A series of complete and coherent images spiral upwards along the column, stretching from the bottom to the top, like a history book unfolded on a log, describing the process by which the ancestors of the Golden-backed Ape-man tribe expanded their tribe.

Beneath these lifelike images, Anton's divine sense penetrated through layers of wood grain and reached the deepest part of the pillar's core.

There, he felt a faint, yet real, pulse.

Its aura is ancient and profound, carrying a sense of weariness and tranquility as if it had been asleep for thousands of years, yet it faintly reveals a hazy awareness.

Spirit.

A hint of surprise flashed in Anton's eyes.

Unexpectedly, a spirit was found inside this totem.

But upon closer reflection, it's not entirely unexpected.

Ancestral totems are among the easiest carriers of spirits to be nurtured.

This totem has been worshipped by the Golden-backed Ape-man tribe for countless years. With generations of faith and reliance accumulating, it is not surprising that it could condense a spiritual essence over the long years.

The Bloodclaw clan may have set its sights on this ancestral totem precisely because of its unique characteristics.

Thinking of this, Anton felt a surge of joy.

With the spirit essence within the totem, he was able to cultivate a second spiritual artifact in a short period of time.

Given such a generous gift from Orlu, Anton naturally wouldn't be stingy and immediately offered his thanks.

"Okay, I promise you."

"From this day forward, you are a vassal race of the Silvermoon Clan."

Oru breathed a sigh of relief, and a genuine look of joy finally appeared on his face: "Thank you, Lord Anton!"

He bent his knees to kneel in respect, but Anton stopped him by raising his hand.

"It's just a fair trade."

Just then, a deep and steady hum suddenly came from the night sky.

Everyone instinctively looked up and saw a huge, bluish-white flying boat slowly approaching from the horizon.

The ship has a long, streamlined hull, and the brightly lit pavilions on the deck resemble a floating palace in the night.

The slaves and golden-backed apes in the camp had never seen anything like this before. They stared wide-eyed, and some even unconsciously took a half step back.

"Don't be nervous, that's our clan's flying boat," Anton said at the right moment.

Even before setting off, he had contacted the clan to send out the Flying Cloud Flying Boat to facilitate the transport of the half-elves to the Primordial Spirit Realm.

The Golden-backed Ape-man was fortunate to be there at that time.

Oru and the ape elder scanned back and forth between the hull and the buildings of the flying ship, their faces equally filled with shock.

When they were at Annihilation Fortress, they had heard that the Silvermoon Clan possessed a very peculiar giant airship.

Hearing about it was one thing, but seeing it with my own eyes was far more impactful than I had imagined.

"Wow, it's huge!" the ape-man boy murmured in shock.

The disciples of Taichu City nearby exchanged glances, none of them saying anything, but each with a faint smile on their lips.

If you're this shocked by the Lingyun Flying Boat, what will you be like when you see the even larger Feiyao Tower?

The flying boat landed smoothly on the open ground outside the camp, and the gangway was lowered silently.

Meanwhile, the battle on the other side of the camp had already come to an end.

Lucius sheathed his sword and walked back to the camp under the cover of night.

He walked with a relaxed gait, a faint sense of satisfaction on his face.

Clearly, he had thoroughly enjoyed the battle just now.

Anton glanced at everyone and waved his hand: "Take everything you can and get ready to leave."

The disciples of Taichu City immediately responded and scattered, getting busy.

Moments later, everyone, including the freed slaves, boarded the flying boat.

The flying boat quickly took off again, its bluish-white streak piercing the low-hanging night sky as it sped towards the Primordial Spirit Realm, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.