The third person is the youngest, only around thirty, with ordinary appearance, the kind who would be forgotten after being thrown into a crowd.
Roy, the most promising wizard of this small tribe, has been replaced by Lin Xuan, and his memory has been passed down. Lin Xuan naturally recognized the two people in front of him.
The old man's name is Santo, and he is already 180 years old this year. Although he has the highest level of cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, he is already in his twilight years and there is no hope of condensing elixirs in this life.
The strong man is younger, but he is still over a hundred years old, and he has only succeeded in building the foundation for a short time, and his qualifications are only average.
Not to mention the low-level wizards, Roy is naturally the most promising among the three, and he is highly valued by the elders.
Although the caves are on the same mountain peak, they all practice separately on weekdays and rarely see each other. They just nod to each other and say hello.
Lin Xuan naturally won't talk much, otherwise wouldn't it be self-defeating if he exposed his flaws?
The old man looked calm, took out a transmission note from his arms, whispered a few words, blew it, and it suddenly turned into a ray of fire and flew into the cave.
After a while, the clouds and fog in front of me suddenly surged violently, accompanied by a low roaring sound, as if the two sides separated, revealing a passage.
The three of them looked at each other, then flew in one after another, with the old man at the head, Lin Xuan second, and the strong man at the end.
This is a cave similar to Roy's training place, but the area is much larger. In addition to the practice room and living room, there is also a small medicine garden, spirit beast room, and library...
Although they are both immortal cultivators, it has to be said that what wizards learn is more complicated than that of monks. Of course, this does not mean that this is a good thing. The pros and cons are still open to debate.
After the three of them entered the cave, they landed in a huge stone room.
The stone chamber is round in shape and has an extremely vast area. It is seven or eight feet high. It is full of spiritual energy. There are many marks of carvings and axes on the surrounding mountain walls. It was obviously carved out by someone using great magic power.
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In the center of the stone room, there is a small round piece of earth that sinks downwards. An old man with a strange appearance is meditating underneath.
Although his face is also covered with wrinkles, he is obviously younger than Santo. However, his actual age is more than twice as old. This man is a wizard in the pill condensation stage.
"Elder." The three of them crossed their hands on their chests and bowed together.
"Yes." The old man slowly opened his eyes: "You are all here. I am summoning you this time to discuss the witchcraft conference."
"Witchcraft conference?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly, having no memory. There was no such thing in Roy's memory.
However, Lin Xuan glanced out of the corner of his eye. The other two people showed expressions of surprise and joy. Apparently, they knew very well about this witchcraft conference.
It makes no sense. Only Roy doesn't know. Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that there was something wrong when using the soul-searching method.
Although I also obtained a lot of useful information, a small part of my memory was missing. It was as if it had been blocked by some secret method.
Lin Xuan was really surprised that a small wizard in the foundation-building stage had such abilities. Just from the name of this witchcraft conference, you could tell that it was extraordinary, and Lin Xuan immediately became attentive.
"Sir Elder, is it really necessary to convene now? The Holy Fruit will not mature for another seven years. How come it is so far in advance?" Santo asked first. There was a look of surprise and enthusiasm on his face.
"Well, it is indeed a little earlier than expected. However, the maturity period of the holy fruit has a range, which fluctuates up and down. Even with the great elder's magical power, it is very normal for the prediction to be wrong occasionally." The wizard at the condensation stage smiled.
While explaining, Lin Xuan also remembered his name at this time. It was a bit strange, it was called Master Kuye, which was somewhat similar to the Taoist name of the former head of the Tianmu Sect, Master Kumu.
The strong man's eyes also flashed, showing concern, but like Lin Xuan, he did not speak.
"I summoned you here this time just for the Witchcraft Conference. You also know that the competition at the Witchcraft Conference is directly related to the distribution of the elixir refined by the Holy Fruit. And our Tiancang Department, in ancient times,
, this is one of the few large tribes of the Moyue Clan. There are several wizards in the Nascent Soul stage alone, and there are even superpowers in the late Nascent Soul stage. However, in the battle with the Qin Clan, they also suffered the most heavy losses.
Now, there are only a few thousand people left, and there are only a dozen of us wizards."
When Dead Leaf said this, his face was full of desolation. If he were a small wizard in the early stage of Earth Condensation during the heyday of Tiancang Department, let alone an elder, he would definitely not be able to take on the role of protector.
"The population is not prosperous. I have checked all the newborn babies, and none of them have spiritual roots. In other words, the tribe will not add new wizards in a short period of time, and its revival is far away."
After saying this, the expressions of Santo and the strong man also darkened.
"So we have to pay more attention to this witchcraft conference. If we can get a good ranking in the competition, then we can get more elixirs refined from the holy fruit, and our Tiancang Department can add a few new wizards.
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Hearing this, Lin Xuan's heart moved. He vaguely caught something, but it was a little fuzzy and not very clear, but he became more and more concerned.
"This witchcraft competition, according to the ancient rules, the participants cannot be more than one hundred years old."
Hearing this, both Santo and the strong man showed disappointment on their faces, and their eyes couldn't help but turn to Roy.
The wizard of the Condensation stage named Gu Ye also looked over and said: "Roy, you will follow me this time. Go back and prepare yourself first. We will set off in three days."
"yes!"
Lin Xuan nodded and bowed respectfully without expressing any objection.
Half an hour later, he left the Cave of Dead Leaves and returned to his residence. However, Lin Xuan was not idle. There was still one thing in hand that he urgently needed to figure out.
What exactly is a witchcraft convention?
Although Lin Xuan heard something unusual from the few words, Roy's memory about it was completely blank, with no information left.
However, "holy fruit" and "spiritual medicine" interest Lin Xuan greatly. Why does this item allow the tribe to add several new wizards? Could it be...
Lin Xuan naturally couldn't ask others, so he could only quietly read the classics himself.
Fortunately, this was not a secret. Lin Xuan soon found the record about the "Witchcraft Conference" in an ancient jade tube slip.
This matter has to start from ancient times...
After losing the battle with the Qin tribe, the Moyue tribe was forced to retreat to the harsh mountains and rivers, and their numbers dropped sharply. It can be said that the second largest tribe in Youzhou was on the verge of extinction.