Tempered Immortal

Chapter 438 Youzhou Chaos Witchcraft Conference
The third person was the youngest, only about thirty, with an ordinary appearance, and belonged to the kind who was thrown into the crowd and forgotten.

Luo Yi, the most promising wizard in this small tribe, has been replaced by Lin Xuan now, and his memory has been passed on, so Lin Xuan naturally recognizes the two people in front of him.

The old man's name is Santo, and he is 180 years old this year. Although he is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation establishment, although his cultivation is the highest, he has reached the end of his life.

The brawny man is younger, but he is over a hundred years old, and it hasn't been long since he succeeded in building the foundation, so his aptitude is only average.

Not to mention those low-level wizards, among the three, Luo Yi was naturally the most promising, and he was highly regarded by the elders.

Although the caves are in the same mountain, they practiced separately on weekdays and rarely met each other, nodding each other was considered as a greeting.

Naturally, Lin Xuan wouldn't talk too much, otherwise, wouldn't it be self-defeating to show his flaws?

The old man looked calm, took out a sound transmission talisman from his bosom, whispered a few words, took a breath, and immediately turned into a flame and flew into the cave.

After a while, the cloud and mist in front of me suddenly surged violently, accompanied by a low roar, as if the two sides separated, revealing a passage.

The three of them glanced at each other, and then the old man was the first, Lin Xuan was second, and the strong man was last, and they flew in one file at a time.

This is a cave similar to the place where Luo Yi practiced, 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, library library...

Although they are both immortal cultivators, it has to be said that wizards learn more complicated things than 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 circular in shape, with an extremely large area, and it is seven or eight feet high, full of aura. On the surrounding mountain walls, there are many traces of cutting with knives and axes, which are obviously forcibly carved out by people with great magic power. .

In the center of the stone room, there is a small round piece, sunken down, and an old man with a strange appearance is meditating below.

Although his face was also covered with wrinkles, he was obviously younger than Santo, but his actual age was more than doubled. This person was a wizard in the Condensation Stage.

"Elder." The three of them crossed their hands in front of their chests and bowed together.

"Yeah." The old man slowly opened his eyes: "You are all here, this time I summoned you to discuss the witchcraft conference."

"The Witchcraft Conference?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly, but he had no memory of it. In Roy's memory, there was no such thing at all.

However, Lin Xuan glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and the other two showed expressions of surprise and joy. Obviously, they knew this witchcraft conference clearly in their hearts.

It doesn't make sense, only Roy doesn't know. Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems that something went wrong when he used the soul-searching method at that time.

Although I have also obtained a lot of useful information, but a small part of the memory is missing, as if blocked by some secret method.

Lin Xuan was really surprised that a small foundation-building wizard had such abilities. This witchcraft conference, just from the name, could tell its extraordinary, Lin Xuan immediately paid attention.

"Master Elder, is it really going to be held now? Isn't the holy fruit still ripening in seven years, how could it be so much earlier?" Santo asked first, with an expression of surprise and fanaticism on his face.

"Well, it's indeed a bit earlier than expected, but the maturity of the holy fruit has a certain range, which fluctuates up and down. Even with the supernatural power of the great elder, it is very normal to make mistakes occasionally." The wizard in the condensing stage smiled. He continued to explain, and Lin Xuan also remembered his name at this time, which was a bit strange, called Master Withered Leaf, but it was somewhat similar to the Taoist name of the former head of the Tianmu Sect, Master Kumu.

The strong man's eyes flickered as well, showing concern, but like Lin Xuan, he didn't speak.

"I summoned you this time because of the witchcraft conference. You also know that the competition at the witchcraft conference is directly related to the distribution and ownership of the elixir refined by the holy fruit. Our Tiancang tribe, in ancient times, , this is one of the few big tribes of the Moyue Clan. There are several Nascent Soul wizards alone, and there are even superpowers in the late Nascent Soul. Today, 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 silence. If he was a small wizard in the early stage of congealing alchemy in the heyday of the Tiancang tribe, let alone an elder, even if he was a guardian, he would definitely not be able to do it.

"The population is not strong. I have checked all the newborn babies. None of them have spiritual roots. In other words, there will be no new wizards in the tribe in a short period of time, and the revival is far away."

After saying this, Santo and the brawny man's expressions also darkened.

"So we should pay more attention to this witchcraft conference. If we can get a good ranking in the competition, then we can share more elixir refined from holy fruits, and we can add a few new wizards to our Tiancang Department." .”

Hearing this, Lin Xuan's heart moved, and he caught something vaguely, but it was not very clear, but he paid more and more attention.

"This witchcraft competition, according to the ancient rules, the participants must not be over a hundred years old."

Hearing this, both Santo and the strong man showed disappointment on their faces, and their eyes could not help turning to Roy.

The alchemy wizard named Dead Leaf also looked over: "Loy, this time you will follow me. Go back and get ready. We will set off in three days."

"Yes!"

Lin Xuan nodded and saluted respectfully without expressing any objection.

Half an hour later, he left Dead Leaf's cave and returned to his residence. However, Lin Xuan was not idle, and there was still one thing he needed to figure out urgently.

What exactly is a witchcraft convention?
Although from a few words, Lin Xuan heard that it was unusual, but Roy's memory about it was completely blank, and there was no information left.

However, the "sacred fruit" and "elixir" aroused Lin Xuan's great interest. Why can the tribe add a few new wizards with this thing? Could it be...

Naturally, Lin Xuan couldn't ask others, so he could only read the classics quietly by himself.

Fortunately, this is not a secret, and soon Lin Xuan found a record about the "Witchcraft Conference" in an ancient jade tube slip.

This matter has to start from ancient times...

After the defeat in the battle with the Qin Clan, the Moyue Clan was forced to retreat to poor mountains and rivers, and their number decreased sharply. It can be said that the second largest clan in Youzhou is on the verge of extinction.

(End of this chapter)