Elven cultivators

In the crowd, an adventurer with two swords at his waist was the first to lose his composure.

He glanced around at the several familiar groups and lowered his voice, saying, "There's only one monster. With so many of us charging in together, are we afraid we can't take it down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone scoffed coldly.

"That monster is clearly a Gold-tier level being. Even if all of us attack together, we'll just be feeding it."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

"If I knew what to do, would I be standing here staring blankly?"

"you……"

The surrounding adventurers fell silent again, their gazes shifting back and forth between the armored undead and the scattered spirit weapons.

Some people rubbed their fingers repeatedly on the hilt of their swords, while others licked their chapped lips, but no one dared to actually take that step.

They were complete strangers to each other, and no one could guarantee that someone nearby wouldn't back down during the chaos, let alone gamble on whether someone would stab them in the back amidst the confusion.

In this situation, the idea of ​​joining forces is simply wishful thinking.

Just then, seven figures suddenly emerged from the Silvermoon Clan's group, steadily approaching the undead monster.

The adventurers were taken aback, and their gazes turned to the seven figures in unison.

"What are the Silvermoon Clan up to?"

"They're going to fight that monster? Why don't they all go together?"

"Could it be that there's a Gold-rank expert among them?"

Ignoring the whispers and stares around them, Ivy and her six disciples silently dispersed as they walked, each taking their assigned positions.

The seven auras gradually connected in the stillness, as if they were connected by an invisible thread, and the seven people's footsteps and breathing were also subtly synchronized.

The undead monster seemed to sense something. The skeleton, which had been motionless, slowly turned in their direction, and pulled the broadsword from the pile of bones, the heavy blade leaving a shallow groove in the dust.

A solemn aura emanated from the seven people, like an invisible net enveloping the undead monster.

The next moment, Evie moved first.

Instead of charging head-on, she cut in from the flank along an arc, so fast that she left almost no afterimage.

The other disciples also acted at the same time, and the seven figures moved in a staggered and orderly manner, surrounding the undead monster in the center of the Big Dipper formation.

The undead monster instinctively sensed the threat and immediately swung its broadsword, sweeping it towards a disciple with a muffled whistling sound.

The disciple shifted to the side to deflect the force, the sword blade almost grazing his robe, cutting through the air with a low, mournful sound.

Just as the undead monster was caught off guard, an attack from the other side landed.

At the same time, Ivy's Yin Blade Light also fell, sweeping past the blind spot and leaving a clear crack on the undead monster's ribs.

The undead monster immediately turned its sword to retaliate, but in the instant it turned, the attacking disciple had already retreated from the attack range, while another person had already approached from another direction.

The seven people moved like a spinning wheel, one link after another, with almost no gap between offense and defense.

The Seven Stars Falling Fate Formation is a type of battle formation.

The formation uses the spiritual energy trajectory of the Big Dipper as its framework, connecting the energy of the seven people forming the formation. When attacking, the seven forces unite as one, unleashing a powerful force; when defending, spiritual light flows and they take turns being injured.

It is best suited for using the weak to defeat the strong and the many to surround the few.

The seven figures constantly changed positions, their formations shifting endlessly.

Whenever a disciple runs out of energy, his companions will immediately take over the defense, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

With the help of the Seven Stars Falling Life Formation, Ivy and the others managed to hold their own against the undead monsters for a time.

The group of adventurers watching were already dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

"What kind of playing style is this?"

"These elves are all Silver-rank, right? How can they suppress Gold-rank undead?"

"Are all the disciples of the Silvermoon Clan this powerful?"

At the edge of the mountaintop, Una and the others watched intently.

Judging from the battle situation, the undead monster in front of them is at least at the mid-Gold level... Fortunately, it hasn't reached the peak of Gold yet, otherwise they could turn around and leave now.

Even if it's just a mid-tier gold item, it's not easy to deal with.

Every attack from that undead monster forced Ivy and the others to give it their all.

In contrast, even with the support of the formation, their attacks could only inflict minor injuries on the undead monsters.

We can only gradually wear down this undead monster's fighting power.

Whenever a disciple becomes overexerted or injured, another disciple immediately steps in to replace them, ensuring the formation continues to operate.

In just half an hour, apart from Ivy, the other disciples had basically all taken turns.

Fortunately, their efforts were not in vain.

The undead monster's armor was mostly shattered, several of its left ribs were broken, and its left arm was moving much more slowly, with each counterattack taking half a beat longer than before.

Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, the monster suddenly let out a low roar, and its broadsword slashed horizontally, sweeping out in all directions with a visible ring of grayish-white ripples.

The shockwave, carrying shattered bone fragments and dust, swirled out, sending all six disciples flying.

Only Evie reacted quickly and dodged the attack.

Two disciples had already been injured and had to leave the battlefield, and now there are six more. The remaining disciples are no longer enough to form the Seven Stars Falling Life Formation.

However, Ivy remained calm.

Taking advantage of the moment when the undead monster was stunned by its "ultimate move", she flipped her wrist and seven silver-gray crescent blades appeared out of thin air in her palm.

These curved blades, as thin as cicada wings, flowed with moonlight patterns and trembled slightly as they hovered between her fingers.

With a flick of her wrist, seven crescent-shaped blades shot out simultaneously, like seven silver-gray fish, piercing through the shattered armor and bone crevices, and precisely embedding themselves in the gaps between the skull and spine of the undead monster.

The undead monster suddenly froze, its movements abruptly halting. The two pale flames in its eye sockets dimmed, and its aura visibly weakened.

"It's the Taiyin Soul-Slaying Needle."

A disciple recognized the magical artifact that Ivy had used, and his eyes lit up.

The Taiyin Soul-Slaying Needle is a magic weapon of the highest level, specifically designed to seal the enemy's soul and spirit, and is extremely effective against spellcasters.

It also has a remarkable effect on undead, creatures that rely on spiritual power.

After defeating the enemy with a single blow, Ivy did not stop. With a flick of her hand, a long silver-black ribbon flew out and wrapped around the undead monster's limbs and sternum as if it were alive, binding it firmly in place.

The long ribbon, though seemingly thin, was exceptionally strong; even a gold-tier undead monster could not break free from it for a time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ivy casually waved her hand, and a silvery-white crescent-shaped ring appeared out of thin air, like a bright moon floating above her head, slowly rotating, with faint starlight flowing around the sharp edge of the ring.

With a flick of her fingers, the silvery-white moon above her head suddenly plummeted, like a crescent moon falling to earth, carrying a sharp cutting force as it crashed down upon the head of the undead monster.

Crack.

A crisp sound, like ice shattering.

The tall skeleton split open cleanly from the top of the skull downwards, breaking into two halves that lay tilted to the left and right on the skeletal platform, unable to move any further.

The two pale flames in their eye sockets were extinguished completely, turning into two wisps of smoke and dissipating into the air.

The crowd remained silent for two or three breaths before erupting into an uncontrollable uproar.

"They actually won..."

"What level of magical equipment is that? It's incredibly powerful!"

"This half-elf is amazing!"

Una and the others also looked surprised and exchanged astonished glances.

Among all the disciples of Taichu City, Ivy is probably the only one who possesses three magical artifacts at the Qi Refining stage.

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Ivy immediately took out a pill and swallowed it to restore her spiritual energy.

While magical artifacts are incredibly powerful, using them consumes a great deal of spiritual energy.

In particular, she used three magical artifacts at the same time.

That attack just now almost drained her of her spiritual energy.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have waited until the undead monster was at its last gasp before using these three magical artifacts.

After catching her breath, Ivy went to the skeleton of the undead monster, and with a casual wave of her hand, the broadsword floated up and landed in her palm.

The moment she got her hands on it, her eyes lit up slightly.

She had sensed that the spiritual energy of the greatsword far surpassed that of other weapons, but now that she had come into contact with it, she discovered that the spiritual energy contained within the greatsword was even more profound and substantial than she had expected.

Just by holding it in your hand, you can feel the vibrant, almost overflowing spiritual energy emanating from the sword.

"This spirituality... should be able to meet the clan leader's requirements."

A hint of joy immediately appeared in Ivy's eyes.

She knew more than the ordinary disciples.

The clans sought out spirit weapons in order to refine spirit seeds and cultivate spirit artifacts.

For example, the ancestral totem of the Golden-backed Ape-man clan contained a spiritual essence that was refined into a spiritual seed by the clan leader.

The spirit within this giant sword should be no less powerful than that of the ancestral totem.

A slight smile played on Ivy's lips as she put the greatsword into her storage bag.

She then turned to her disciples and said, "Clean up the battlefield, and put away all the spirit weapons. Don't leave any out."

The disciples responded immediately and began collecting the spiritual weapons on the mountaintop.

Although the group of adventurers watching were envious, they could only stand at a distance and watch, and no one dared to step forward.

Putting aside whether they dare to offend the Silvermoon Clan, even if they were willing to take the risk, they would still be no match for the group in front of them.

After putting away all the weapons, everyone returned to Ivy's side.

Everyone was all smiles.

This can be described as a great success.

With so many spirit weapons, the contribution points that can be exchanged for them after returning and handing them over will undoubtedly be a huge number.

Even if the contribution points are divided equally among everyone, each person will still receive a considerable amount.

Ivy glanced at the adventurers who were still watching from a distance, and suddenly said, "Go ask them if they are willing to sell their weapons. We can buy them with money, or we can trade them with talismans or rune equipment."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and their eyes lit up.

Great idea!

Spirit weapons are just ordinary magical equipment to those adventurers. As long as they pay a price slightly higher than the market price, those adventurers will definitely agree to the deal without hesitation.

By taking it back, they can exchange it for contribution points worth several times or even ten times more, making a sure profit.

Una immediately volunteered, "I'll go and talk to them."

He then immediately walked toward the adventurers.

The adventurers were somewhat surprised and uncertain when they saw the Silvermoon Clan members approaching them.

Only after they understood the purpose of the visit did their expressions change from wariness to surprise.

"Really? You're willing to trade talismans and rune-enhanced equipment for it?"

"If that's the case, we'd definitely be willing."

"Change it now!"

The runes and rune equipment of the Silvermoon Clan are highly sought-after items; you might not even be able to buy them normally.

Now that someone is willing to trade these things with them, and at a premium, they naturally won't refuse and agree without hesitation.

For a time, the mountaintop was as bustling as a market.

Una and the others busied themselves inspecting and counting the goods, then took out talismans and equipment to trade.

The adventurers happily accepted the items and carefully checked them.

Both sides were very satisfied.

In less than half an hour, dozens more spirit weapons were transferred from the adventurers to the disciples.

After the last transaction was completed, Una counted the total number, her smile almost impossible to contain: "A total of one hundred and sixty-three items, this is truly a great harvest."

Everyone else also had a happy expression on their face.

After that, the group left Bone Mountain and continued searching the other areas.

Unfortunately, they didn't find any more spirit weapons, and they didn't even encounter many undead monsters.

So they returned along the same route and left the battlefield.

As they stepped out of the cave, a blast of cold wind hit them, causing everyone to involuntarily exhale a long breath.

The lingering, decaying stench of the battlefield was left behind, and the air became crisp and clear again, making one unconsciously relax a bit.

But this relaxation didn't last long.

They quickly noticed the unusual thing outside the cave entrance.

Dozens of adventurers' corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the open ground.

Many of them were familiar faces who had traded with them before.

A dozen or so large gray wolves were gnawing on the corpses when they heard the noise. They raised their heads and stared at them with their cold, beastly eyes.

Una and the others instinctively raised their weapons, staring at the wolf pack with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

Where did this monster come from?

Just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out.

"You've finally come out."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that there were three tall wolf offspring behind the wolf pack.

They stood there with their arms crossed, scrutinizing their group with a critical look.

Wolf offspring?

Evie's expression hardened.

The three werewolves in front of her gave her a sense of danger.

Gold Rank!

The leader of the wolf-men was burly and broad-shouldered, his gray-white fur appearing as if covered in frost in the night.

He glanced at everyone and said slowly, "We waited outside for a long time, but the people who came out didn't even have a single spirit weapon on them. After asking around, we found out that you took them all. But that's fine, it saves us the trouble of searching them one by one. Just hand them over and don't make us waste our time."

Upon hearing this, Una and the others immediately realized they had been mistaken for mantises catching cicadas, and their expressions darkened as they assumed fighting stances.

Ivy calmly asked, "Are you from the Bloodclaw Clan?"

The leading wolf raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise in his voice: "You're quite perceptive."

Ivy thought to herself, "Just as I expected."

Although there are wolf clans in the eastern part of the continent, there have never been any gold-rank wolf clans, let alone three of them appearing at once.

Moreover, the other side can also control the wolf pack.

After much thought, the only wolf-born individuals who fit these characteristics are the Bloodclaw clan from the north.

What she couldn't understand was why the Bloodclaw Clan would send three Gold-rank members all the way to the Ironhill Kingdom in the eastern part of the continent for just a hundred or so "magical equipment"?

Unless the Soul Weapon also holds special significance for the Bloodclaw Clan.

The other party's earlier mention of "spirit weapon" also corroborates this point.

"What do you need those weapons for?" Evie asked again.

The leading wolf-like figure narrowed his eyes: "This is not your business. Hand over the item, or don't blame me for being impolite."

As he spoke, the wolf pack slowly closed in, their deep, guttural voices escaping from between their fangs, sounding particularly chilling in the night wind.

Ivy remained unfazed, simply taking out a dark gold talisman from her sleeve and holding it between her fingers.

The leader of the wolf-men watched her actions and sneered, "You won't learn your lesson until you see the coffin. A bunch of Silver and Iron level trash, do you think you can resist us?"

However, the moment after he finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out.

"I think it's you who will die if a fight really breaks out."

The three werewolves' expressions changed simultaneously, and they turned their heads sharply in the direction from which the sound came.

In the darkness of night, three figures emerged from the woods.

Leading the group was a gentle-looking, blond elf, whose fingertips still held a wisp of lingering spiritual light.

Behind him followed a cold-looking elven youth and a red-haired elven girl wielding a crimson whip.

"Senior Brother Ryan!"

"Senior Brother Lucius, and Senior Sister Mia!"

Una and the others immediately recognized the person and were overjoyed.

Ivy's expression relaxed slightly, and she put away the talisman.

With Senior Brother Ryan and the others around, she didn't need to lift a finger.

Not far away, Ryan watched this scene unfold, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

The teacher really values ​​Junior Sister Ivy highly, even giving her a sword talisman.

The sword talisman, which seals a wisp of sword intent of a Golden Core cultivator at the third level, even if it only has half the power of a casual sword strike from the master after activation, is more than enough to kill a peak Golden Core cultivator.

Only high-level sword cultivators can forge this item, and it is not easy to forge. The exchange price is extremely high, and even he doesn't have one.

On the other side, upon hearing Una and the others' words, the three werewolves' expressions changed once again.

The Bloodclaw Clan had thoroughly investigated the Silvermoon Clan's intelligence, so they naturally knew who these three elves were.

The most outstanding disciples of the Silvermoon Clan in the Primordial City.

Moreover, they are all Gold-level experts.

The three werewolves exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt rising in their hearts.

But then he thought about how much time and effort they had spent investigating and planning, and how they were finally about to reap the rewards. Giving up now would mean wasting all their efforts over the past few years, so he made up his mind again.

As long as they're not at their peak, what do they have to be afraid of?

We'll only know who wins and who loses after the fight!

"Let's do it!"

The lead wolf let out a low growl and lunged at Ryan first.

The other two werewolves also suddenly attacked, rushing towards Lucius and Mia respectively.

Ryan smiled slightly, and without making any move, nine blazing golden wheels suddenly appeared behind him, like nine suns, carrying intense heat waves, spinning and slashing towards the enemy.

On the other side, Lucius remained motionless, his expression indifferent.

However, the wolf who lunged at him seemed to sense something, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

But he was still a step too late. With a very soft hiss, he groaned as a charred gash appeared on his shoulder armor. A wave of scorching heat exploded out, sending him flying.

At the same time, the crimson whip whirled like a snake in Mia's hands, each swing forcing the wolf-like opponent to retreat several steps, leaving him no chance to catch his breath.

The disciples watching the battle had their eyes shining.

"Is this Senior Brother Ryan's Great Sun Golden Wheel?"

"I've heard that this technique can both protect the body and allow it to fly away from the body to slash enemies. Moreover, the more light wheels there are, the stronger the power. Combined with Senior Brother Ryan's Haoyang True Body, the true essence is almost inexhaustible, and the golden wheels can be maintained for a long time without dissipating."

"Senior Brother Lucius's invisible sword pellet is also very powerful. It's a perfect match with the Blazing Sky Sword Scripture, making it impossible to defend against."

"As expected of Senior Brother Ryan and Senior Brother Lucius."

"I think Senior Sister Mia is very strong too; that wolf is no match for her at all."

By this time, Ivy had wiped out the wolf pack and turned her attention to the battle between her three senior brothers and sisters, her eyes gleaming.

She had only been a disciple of Taichu City for a short time, and spent most of her time cultivating, rarely interacting with other disciples, let alone Ryan and the other two.

Although I've heard many rumors about them, this is the first time I've seen these three disciples, who are known as the strongest in Taichu City, actually make a move.

She felt that he was even more powerful than the rumors suggested.

In particular, Senior Brother Ryan and Senior Brother Lucius clearly held back and did not go all out.

With their true strength, they would probably be able to put up a fight against even the most powerful opponents.

Compared to the astonishment of Evie and the others, the three werewolves were filled with nothing but horror.

Only after they actually fought did they realize that their opponent's strength far exceeded their expectations.

Even if it's not quite at its peak, it's not far off.

The key point is that their fighting methods are also very strange and unheard of.

Within just a few exchanges of the battle, they were both at a disadvantage and completely suppressed.

Realizing they were no match for the elf before them, the three wolf-born unanimously decided to flee.

While spiritual weapons are important, they are not as valuable as one's own life.

Ryan keenly sensed his opponent's intentions. His eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly clasped his hands together, a ball of golden-white flame condensing in his palms.

The flame was neither blazing nor fierce, but rather possessed a pure clarity like water, like solidified liquid sunlight.

Haoyang True Fire!

Ryan pushed forward, and flames silently appeared in front of his opponent as if by teleportation.

The wolf-born were being forced into a sorry state by the nine golden wheels when they were caught off guard and struck by the flames.

Wow!

The flames suddenly erupted and instantly engulfed him.

The wolf's fur and armor turned to ashes in an instant. He only had time to let out a short scream before collapsing to the ground.

When the flames died down, only a charred corpse remained on the ground.

Lucius's opponent also fell to the ground at the same time.

A thin, long wound had appeared between the wolf's eyebrows, from which faint wisps of blue smoke could be seen.

Seeing his two companions die, the last werewolf ghost who was fighting Mia was terrified.

He tried to escape, but was tightly entangled by Mia's long whip.

"Don't interfere, I'll handle this guy!"

Fearing that Ryan and Lucius would interfere, Mia quickly shouted.

Ryan chuckled and shook his head, but did not make a move as instructed.

Lucius stood to the side with an indifferent expression.

He had little interest in enemies who were far weaker than himself.

However, with two formidable enemies standing by, how could that wolf-born man possibly ignore them? Distracted, he made one mistake after another and was killed by Mia not long after.

"This guy has terrible mental fortitude."

Mia withdrew her Crimson Whip, looking somewhat displeased.

It's rare for someone to come out, and they run into a Gold-rank opponent, but the battle ends in a disappointing failure.

Ryan laughed and said, "In a normal fight, he wouldn't be a match for you anyway."

This wasn't meant to comfort Mia; it was simply the truth.

Although Mia is only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, she is top-notch in both cultivation techniques and magical artifacts.

Even if she faces a top-tier gold-ranked opponent, she will definitely win after a hard-fought battle.

Not to mention a wolf descendant of the lower rank of Gold.

"Are you all alright?" Ryan then looked at the group of people beside him.

Una and the others shook their heads.

Seeing that Ivy had no intention of speaking, Una briefly recounted the whole incident.

After listening, Ryan seemed to be deep in thought.

"The Bloodclaw Clan has appeared here, and they've even come specifically for the Soul Weapon. This is no small matter. We must report this to Lady Eleanor immediately."

He then looked at the group and said, "We came here on the Flying Cloud Boat and stopped outside the forest. You can come back with us."

Everyone agreed and left the forest together.

The area outside the cave quickly became quiet again.

After a while, two figures shrouded in black robes silently emerged from the shadows and stood on the open ground, which was chilled by the night wind.

One of the men in black robes gazed in the direction the Silver Moon Clan had departed and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "We're just letting them go like that?"

"Otherwise," another man in black robes said. "What we want is the death aura and spatial coordinates of this alternate dimension. Those weapons are not of much use to us, and there's no need to create unnecessary trouble. If we attract that Meteor Dragon Sword Saint... it will only ruin things."

Upon hearing the words "Meteor Dragon Sword Saint," even the first man in black robes fell silent.

In the Dawn Continent today, this title is quite famous.

Even they didn't want to clash with such a powerful figure.

Especially given the precedents that have already been set.

To date, all members of organizations who have been associated with the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint have met with extremely tragic ends.

He didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

"Let's go, this place is no longer useful to us, it's time to leave."

The two men in black robes vanished in a flash.