Elven cultivators

Chapter 73 A Precautionary Strike (4th Update, Please Subscribe)

"To be able to escape unscathed after attacking the Dragonborn, this organization called the Fallen Dragon Society must be quite powerful."

"Why have I never heard of an organization like this before?"

"What was their purpose in attacking the Dragonborn?"

The three elders and Thorvin discussed the Fallen Dragon Society for a while, but they came up with no clues.

This organization seems to have appeared out of nowhere; there wasn't even a hint of a rumor about them before today, leaving everyone completely baffled.

Anton stood aside, pretending to be curious as he listened to the discussion.

He did not reveal the information about the Fallen Dragon Society, as he could not explain the source of his information.

What he was more curious about was whether the Meteor Dragon Society knew that the dragon race might have lost the protection of the Dragon God.

Was this attack on the Dragonborn a test, or just a routine operation by the organization?

A moment later, Thorvin got up to take his leave.

He needs to go back to continue overseeing the mining area.

After the dwarf elders left, only the three elders and Anton remained in the hall.

Anton then took out the prepared list of materials and reported it to the three elders.

Without hesitation, the three agreed and told Anton to go directly to the warehouse to collect it.

The three elders looked up at the same time, their eyes falling on him.

"Strange?" The Third Elder looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Anton said calmly, "The Ember Dragon has guarded Kreisor Dragon City for hundreds of years and has never left. But this time, it has broken with its usual behavior and left the Dragon City, flying towards the Dragon Court."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three elders. "I'm wondering if something happened to the Dragon Court that would cause a giant dragon guarding a region to leave in such a hurry?"

The hall fell silent.

The three elders exchanged glances, their expressions thoughtful.

In fact, they had already sensed something was wrong.

Dragons are the foundation upon which the dragon race rules over all other races. Each dragon guards a region and rarely leaves.

But the departure of the Ember Dragon came without any warning.

And judging from its appearance that day, it seemed to have left in a rather hurried manner.

Because of their preconceived notions, they had never considered the possibility of a connection between the two parties. However, after Anton's reminder, they immediately realized that there might indeed be a connection between them.

"This is indeed unusual." The Third Elder frowned. "But the Dragon Court is far away in the center of the continent. Even if something really happened there, we would have no way of knowing."

Anton had anticipated this answer and replied without hesitation, "It's not difficult to verify this. We just need to send people to secretly leave the Eldron Plains and investigate other dragon cities. If even the dragons guarding other dragon cities have left, then it proves that our guess is correct and that something extraordinary has indeed happened in the Dragon Court."

The three elders' eyes lit up.

That's one way to do it.

The Second Elder immediately said, "I'll go there myself."

The Grand Elder thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Nowadays, all the main roads in and out of the Eldron Plains are blocked by troops from the city of Crestor, making it difficult for ordinary elves to break through the Dragon Fang defenses and leave the Eldron Plains.

More importantly, once caught, it would inevitably implicate the entire clan.

Just in case, it would be more appropriate for the Second Elder to personally take charge.

No matter how tightly the Dragon Fang defense line was sealed off, it could not stop a Gold-rank expert.

With the Second Elder's strength, as long as he acts carefully, it won't be difficult for him to pass through the Dragon Fang defense line.

"What if the dragons from other places also leave Dragon City..."

The Third Elder only spoke halfway through his sentence, but the implied meaning made everyone else's expressions turn solemn.

If that's the case, it means there must be some serious problem within the Dragon Clan.

As the overlords of the Dawn Continent, if the Dragon Clan encounters any problems, the entire continent will be affected, and may even experience severe turmoil.

If that's the case, they'd better prepare early.

Seeing the changes in the expressions of the three elders, Anton breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This is also the reason why he suddenly brought up the matter of Hui Jinlong's departure.

Although it's impossible to explicitly state the fall of the Dragon God, at least the three elders can be given a heads-up in advance, making them aware that turmoil and chaos are likely to occur on the continent, so they can prepare accordingly.

This period before the arrival of turmoil and chaos is the golden age for the clan's development and growth.

We can't let it go to waste.

Having achieved his goal, Anton did not linger. He bowed to the three elders to take his leave, then turned and left the hall to collect the materials from the storeroom.

There's still a lot to do.

After Anton left, the three elders remained seated around the round table, the glowing light from the drooping buds casting interplay of light and shadow on their faces.

The elder picked up the teacup in front of him, took a small sip, put down the cup, and suddenly spoke: "Speaking of which, the position of clan leader has been vacant for many years."

The second and third elders paused, their faces showing complex expressions.

The previous chieftain of the Silvermoon Clan, who was also Leonard's son, perished in the war against Dragon City more than ninety years ago, and the position of chieftain has been vacant ever since.

The losses that battle brought to the Silvermoon Clan were not just the loss of a clan leader, but also the deaths of a large number of elite main forces.

The Silvermoon Clan has spent nearly a century recovering and still has not fully regained its strength.

If it weren't for the genius Anton emerging from the clan, the clan would probably still be mired in the quagmire of war with the Molten Thorn tribe, gradually weakening.

Perhaps one day in the future, they will be destroyed by the Molten Thorn tribe.

When the First Elder brought up the matter of the vacant position of clan leader, the other two almost immediately understood.

"Isn't that simple?" the Third Elder chuckled. "Once Anton grows up, we'll let him take over as clan leader."

Every elven clan has an unwritten rule—the clan leader must be a sage or a sword saint.

The term "sage" corresponds to the legendary rank in the spellcaster system.

Sword Saint corresponds to the Legendary rank in the Warrior system.

Both of these are just general terms and do not represent any actual meaning.

Just like the title of "Sword Saint," it doesn't necessarily mean that one uses a longsword as a weapon; it's merely an honorary title.

Regardless of the elven clan, those of the legendary rank are top-tier powerhouses, standing at the very pinnacle of power across the Dawn Continent.

Only someone like this could lead the entire clan to survive and thrive in the fiercely competitive Dawn Continent.

This is the knowledge that the Elven race gained through countless years of bloodshed and sacrifice; it is the survival wisdom ingrained in their very bones.

With Anton's talent, becoming a legend is almost a certainty.

The only difference is the timing.

The three elders were convinced of this.

"Anton is indeed the most suitable candidate to serve as the clan chief."

A smile appeared on the Second Elder's face, softening his otherwise cold and hard features.

"His contributions to the clan are evident to all."

"In terms of character, although he is young, he is calm and mature, much more so than his peers, and has the courage to make the right decisions at critical moments."

In the battle against the Molten Thorn tribe, if Anton hadn't acted decisively, entangled and killed Drago, the outcome of that battle would have been hard to say.

From any perspective, Anton is the only candidate to become the next clan leader.

"I've never doubted that," the Grand Elder nodded in agreement, a hint of melancholy in his voice. "I just don't know if I'll live to see that day."

He is over 870 years old this year, which is considered old age for elves.

Although he lived longer than ordinary elves because he had broken through to the peak of the Gold rank, he would not live more than 1,300 years.

Unless one can ascend to the legendary level and have their life essence sublimated, their lifespan will not experience a qualitative leap.

However, he had absolutely no confidence in this regard.

He has remained at the peak of his career for centuries, unable to take that final step.

Given his current age and condition, the hope of breaking through is becoming increasingly slim.

"Renaard..." The Third Elder opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort him, but was stopped by the First Elder raising his hand.

"No need to comfort me." The elder smiled slightly, his expression calm. "I have lived for over eight hundred years, witnessed the clan's most glorious moments, and also experienced its darkest years. Now I see hope for the clan's return to glory, and I am already content. As for the rest... let fate decide."

The other two elders exchanged a glance and remained silent.

......

Anton was unaware of the three elders' gossip about him behind his back.

In the days that followed, he was extremely busy.

The Returning Origin Pill, the Fire-Separating Cover, the Golden Light Locking Prison Array... these three items alone consumed most of his energy.

Time flies.

The last wisp of hot wind at the end of summer swept across the treetops, turning the lush green into a rusty color.

The sweet scent of honeybees fades away, replaced by the somber aroma of humus and ripe acorns.

Autumn quietly descends upon Silvermoon Forest at dawn.

In a recent test of material combinations, Anton finally succeeded in refining the first batch of Guiyuan Pills.

Looking at the longan-sized, dark gold pill inside the cauldron, Anton breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally, it's done."

He immediately picked up a Rejuvenation Pill.

Under the light of the light source stone, the surface of the pill shimmered with a halo, faintly reflecting varying shades of dark gold.

The pill rested in my palm, heavy and substantial, its warmth emanating from my fingertips, as if I were holding a golden bead just taken from a furnace.

Without hesitation, Anton took out a Guiyuan Pill and put it in his mouth. Then he sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.

Within the dantian and dantian, the primordial true essence slowly rotated like a five-colored cloud of light.

The moment the medicinal power seeped into the dantian, the circulation speed of the true essence suddenly accelerated, and the swirling light cloud changed from its original leisurely state to a turbulent vortex, devouring the surging energy of heaven and earth.

The energy of heaven and earth surged in from all directions like rivers flowing into the sea, passing through the skin, muscles, and bones, converging into the meridians, and then flowing along the path of the cultivation technique to the dantian, where it was finally swallowed up by the five-colored vortex and assimilated into new true essence.

With each round of breathing exercises, the true essence grows stronger.

The magnitude of that expansion, though as subtle as a hair, was still clearly perceptible.

Anton was immersed in it, feeling the cloud of light in his dantian slowly expanding, like a growing star, absorbing endless light and heat.

After an unknown amount of time, Anton opened his eyes, sensing that the true essence in his dantian had clearly grown stronger, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The effects of the Guiyuan Pill are indeed far superior to those of the Longyuan Pill."

He estimated that at this rate, he should be able to break through to the second level of Foundation Establishment in about eight years.

After that, on average, his true energy would increase by 10% every ten years.

It won't take a hundred years to complete the foundation building!

"As expected, you need plenty of resources to cultivate quickly."

Coming back to his senses from his joy, Anton calmed himself down and got up to walk towards the weapon-refining room.

Compared to the Returning Origin Pill, the progress of the Fire Shield and the Golden Light Locking Prison Array is much slower.

However, now that we've secured the Rejuvenation Pill, we'll have more time to focus on these two things.