Elven cultivators

In recent years, with the emergence of a series of new potions, the reputation of Anton's genius apothecary has become increasingly prominent within the clan.

The elders placed high hopes on him, and many clansmen saw him as the hope for the clan's growth.

But now, as they watched Anton slowly walk into the basin, everyone present suddenly realized that this young elf was a genius who was proficient in both magic and martial arts.

The young elves, especially those who had experienced the real-world test seven years ago, recalled the shocking scene of Anton single-handedly taking down more than two hundred lizardmen on that day.

For a moment, a strange emotion spread through the crowd.

Everyone was eager to know just how powerful this genius, skilled in both magic and martial arts, had become.

The Ridgeosaurus seemed to sense something unusual and, unusually, did not charge forward. Instead, it lowered its body and let out a low, warning roar.

Anton stopped twenty meters in front of the behemoth, slowly raised his longsword, and pointed the tip at the Ridge Dragon Beast.

The seemingly ordinary action made the Riftdragon feel a strong sense of impending death.

Survival instinct overcame fear, and the Ridge Dragon could no longer restrain itself, roaring as it pounced on Anton.

Anton remained calm as he thrust his sword forward.

In the next instant, nine blazing, almost blinding, halos of light burst forth from the sword, like nine radiant suns rising simultaneously, their golden and red flames intertwining to form a dazzling sky.

The air distorted and boiled under the high temperature, and the visible heat waves surged as if they were real. The ground cracked, and the gravel turned into dust before it could even fly.

Nine suns emerge simultaneously!

boom!

Nine blazing suns crashed into the Rift-Splitter Dragon Beast like meteors.

The latter didn't even have time to scream before its massive body was swallowed up by the blazing sea of ​​light.

Flames shot into the sky, transforming into a pillar of fire tens of meters high. The heat wave swept across the surrounding area, and the ancient oaks on the edge of the basin shook violently in the hot wind, their branches and leaves scorched and curled.

Many elves instinctively raised their hands to shield themselves from the scorching heat, but still felt their cheeks burning painfully.

When the light finally faded, only a charred skeleton remained in the spot.

The scales, flesh, and internal organs of the Riftdragon were all burned to ashes in that instant, leaving not even a trace.

The area around the basin was completely silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the skeleton, feeling their mouths dry and their minds go blank.

After a long silence, someone broke the silence first, uttering a dreamlike whisper.

"Wow, that's amazing..."

As if a switch had been flipped, the crowd quickly erupted into a frenzy, like boiling oil being poured on water.

"That's incredible!"

"That was a Silver-tier Ridgeback Dragon Beast... and it was dealt with in an instant."

"Anton is actually this strong..."

Eleanor stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Anton's retreating figure, her face filled with disbelief and shock.

She had considered that Anton's abilities had improved over the years, but she never expected his progress to be so exaggerated.

The power to instantly kill a Silver-ranked Ridge Dragon Beast is already approaching the Gold rank.

Compared to the practical assessment seven years ago, it has clearly reached a new level.

Despite having lived a secluded life and focused on potion research all these years, his strength hadn't lagged behind at all; in fact, his improvement far surpassed that of someone like me who had been diligently cultivating day and night.

This monstrous talent made Eleanor feel a sense of powerlessness deep inside.

The slight desire to compete with Anton vanished in an instant, as if burned away by the nine blazing suns.

Frustration, defeat, shock, amazement... a mix of emotions welled up inside her, leaving her feeling as if a jumbled bottle of flavors had been spilled.

Eleanor vaguely understood that she probably had no hope of surpassing Anton in her lifetime.

At the top of the hill, the high-ranking members of the clans looked at each other, their faces filled with shock and astonishment.

Among the clan leaders present, only three elders, Cedric, Elena, and a handful of others were capable of instantly killing a Riftspinosaurus.

But these individuals are all Gold-rank experts!

Besides, perhaps a few top-tier silver spellcasters could also do it if they were well-prepared and had prepared high-level spells in advance, but they definitely couldn't do it as effortlessly as Anton.

In other words, the power that Anton is displaying at this moment has surpassed that of most of them.

The thought that Anton was still an underage elf filled them with a sense of absurdity, as if they were in a dream.

"That kid Anton..."

The usually eloquent Third Elder opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

No matter what words are used to describe what just happened, they all seem pale and powerless.

An uncontrollable look of amazement appeared on the Second Elder's face.

The usually calm and collected elder was now staring intently at Anton, his amber eyes seeming to burn with flames.

Ignoring the stares around him, Anton calmly sheathed his longsword, leisurely left the basin, and returned to his original position.

Roman immediately offered his praise, giving Anton a thumbs-up: "Amazing."

I learned this move from Anton.

Because she often sparred with Anton, she was the only one present who knew Anton's true strength, so she was not surprised by what she saw.

She even had a gut feeling that this might not be the full extent of Anton's power.

Her childhood sweetheart harbored too many secrets that no one else knew, and even today she still couldn't fully see through him.

"Quiet."

Seeing that the commotion was escalating, Cedric finally came to his senses and spoke up to quell the crowd's murmurs.

"The Wind Whisperer Trial is over. Everyone, go and do what you need to do. Don't linger here."

He turned to look at the Grand Elder, who nodded slightly, before saying to Anton and the other two, "The three of you stay here; the rest of you may leave."

Although the elves wanted to stay and watch the excitement, they reluctantly dispersed after Cedric spoke.

Before long, only three elders, two captains of the forest guard, and Anton remained on the hilltop.

"You all performed exceptionally well today."

The elder's gaze swept over the three young elves, lingering for a moment on Anton.

"According to the rules, starting today, you are the Wind Whisperers of the Silvermoon Clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roman grinned and flashed a bright smile.

Even Eleanor, whose emotions were complicated, showed a faint smile.

Becoming a Wind Whisperer is a great honor and recognition for any elf.

Anton smiled slightly, but his eyes remained calm.

For him, obtaining the title of Wind Whisperer was merely a means to facilitate his departure from the forest; he had no other purpose.

As for Glory, with his current reputation in the clan, he really doesn't need another Wind Whisperer.

"Windtalkers have many privileges, such as the freedom to enter and leave the forest, the right to reside under the Tree of Eternity, the right to attend important meetings, and a larger allocation of resources, among others."

Before Roman and Eleanor could show any joy, the elder changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.

"But while enjoying numerous privileges, Windtalkers must also bear their due obligations."

"When the clan faces difficulties, you must step forward and protect the clan."

Anton and the other two straightened up and nodded solemnly.

Roman then eagerly spoke up: "Elder, I would like to participate in the hunt for the lizardmen."

"Me too," Eleanor quickly replied.

She had long wanted to join the battle and contribute her strength to the clan.

Now that she is a Wind Whisperer, her status as a minor elf is no longer an issue.

As expected, the elder did not refuse their request again, but looked at Cedric beside him and said, "I'll leave the two of them to you. Next time we go hunting, let them accompany the team."

"Yes, Elder," Cedric replied solemnly.

"As for Anton," the elder said, his gaze falling on Anton, "you don't need to participate in the hunting expeditions anymore. Focus on your research into potions and your cultivation."

Anton readily agreed.

He knows very well where his value lies.

The hunting expedition doesn't need another fighter like him. Instead of wasting his energy on participating in the expedition, he should focus on making more potions, which would be a greater contribution to the clan.

Besides, he has many other things to do.

The people present all found the elder's words quite normal.

Anton is the clan's darling right now. If something were to happen to him during the hunt, it would be an unbearable loss for the clan.

Therefore, even though Anton had just displayed formidable strength, the three elders did not intend to let him easily venture into the battlefield.

"Alright, I'll have someone arrange the rest. You all go back and get some rest."

After the elder finished speaking, Anton and the other two took their leave.

After the three had walked away, Elena couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that our clan would have three Wind Whisperers appearing in the same year."

Cedric nodded silently, a faint smile flashing across his hard face.

The Silvermoon Clan hadn't had a Wind Whisperer for many years, but now three had appeared at once, including a genius like Anton, a talent that comes along only once in a millennium. This was undoubtedly a sign of the clan's prosperity.

The three elders exchanged glances, each seeing the excitement in the other's eyes.

For years they have been searching for a successor to the position of clan chief and to lead the clan to glory.

And now, this candidate has clearly emerged.

It was even more perfect than they had imagined.

Exceptional talent in pharmacology, with strong abilities and potential.

Anton, who possesses both of these qualities, is undoubtedly an excellent candidate.