343: Chapter 343 His Highness Invites You!

He hadn't expected to receive treatment here; if his arm had just been severed, even if it had been blown to powder, Her Highness Anya's methods could have healed it.

But now, it had been severed for several days, which usually required a powerhouse at the level of an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster to achieve.

However, Anya's gaze fell upon his empty right shoulder, and without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand again.

This time, the emerald light was even more intense, and the phantom of the branch that condensed was more solid, as if it were a real branch of life.

The light completely enveloped Xue Ye's severed arm and the injured area, with threads of green energy acting like the most skillful weavers, penetrating deep into his flesh and bone.

Xue Ye only felt bursts of itching and warmth coming from the wound, as if something was awakening and growing from the deepest depths.

Immediately, under the shocked gazes of all the geniuses in the camp, a miraculous sight appeared: amidst the interwoven green light, Xue Ye's bones, blood vessels, and muscles... connected at an unimaginable speed!

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the light gradually dissipated.

Xue Ye raised his New Student arm in disbelief, flexing his fingers and clenching his fist, feeling the real and tangible power and sensation. He stood there dazed, as if struck by lightning.

"This... how is this possible?!"

"Restoring my injury with such ease... Could it be that Her Highness Anya has already broken through to the... Eighth-Rank Grandmaster realm?!"

Not just Xue Ye, but all the elves who witnessed this scene were first stunned, and then their eyes erupted with rays of unbelievable ecstasy!

They all realized something!

"Her Highness! Her Highness... she has broken through to the Eighth Rank!"

"God bless our clan! Her Highness Anya actually crossed the Seventh-Rank chasm at such an age and advanced to Eighth-Rank Grandmaster!"

"Her Highness Anya is truly the most outstanding Princess of our Elf Clan in a hundred years!"

"Hymn of Life! Her Highness's light illuminates our path ahead!"

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Excited discussions and exclamations instantly broke the heavy silence of the camp.

The elves' faces were flushed with excitement as they exchanged thrilled glances. The sorrow and gloom that had hung over them due to the massive loss of their companions were mostly dispelled by this sudden, monumental good news!

For these elves who followed Anya, a Princess who became an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster in her early twenties held significance far beyond the gains or losses of a single Hidden Dragon Assembly.

This meant the backing behind their team was more stable, and the probability of Her Highness Anya inheriting the throne in the future had increased significantly!

The resources and influence they could fight for in the future would also be greater.

The campfire crackled, reflecting on every face that had begun to glow with spirit.

Anya did not stop her pace because of the surrounding cheers; she continued to calmly treat the other injured, her movements still elegant and composed.

Qin Yan looked at Anya's figure, which appeared even more holy and noble in the soft natural light, and had to admit in his heart that at this moment, Anya indeed possessed a heart-stirring charm—it wasn't just her exquisite face and regal temperament, but also stemmed from the unfathomable strength of an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster she had just displayed.

And the benevolence and responsibility revealed by personally healing the wounded.

This combination of power and mercy appeared so harmonious and dazzling on her.

Soon, Anya finished treating the many elves with the most severe injuries in the camp.

Their painful groans turned into steady breathing, and their pale cheeks regained their color.

She did not linger, but in her clear and soft voice, she spoke a few brief but sincere words of encouragement to all the returned geniuses, affirming everyone's courage and sacrifice.

She exhorted everyone to remember the deceased, cherish their new lives, and continue to forge ahead bravely on the path of martial arts.

The words weren't long, but they were like a spring breeze blowing through the heart, dispelling the last traces of confusion and dejection.

After speaking, she gave a slight nod to the crowd, and in a soft green halo, her figure faded away as she left the camp.

After Anya left, the atmosphere in the camp maintained a lingering resonance of solemnity and invigoration.

Not long after Anya's departure, Lady-in-waiting Jian Lu appeared again.

She had a solemn expression and began to walk through the camp, speaking in low tones with specific geniuses.

Soon, she arrived before Qin Yan and Xue Ye.

"Qin Yan, Xue Ye," Jian Lu's voice was kept very low,

"Please follow me. Her Highness has some matters to discuss with a few of you."

"Alright." Qin Yan and Xue Ye exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

They followed behind Jian Lu, walking out of the range illuminated by the camp's bonfire.

Qin Yan's gaze swept around and found that besides him and Xue Ye, three other geniuses had been called out together.

The number was small, only five in total.

But each one had an aura that was quite condensed and powerful, clearly outstanding individuals who had gone through the tempering of blood and fire in this Hidden Dragon Assembly.

Su Liuli was among them.

She seemed to have expected it long ago; when her eyes met Qin Yan's, she winked mischievously.

The other two were geniuses from the Elf Clan itself.

One was a tall female elven swordsman carrying a heavy sword, with a sharp sword intent between her brows;

The other was a male elf holding a staff, with a relatively calm and reserved temperament.

Qin Yan understood clearly, having a faint inkling of the purpose of this summons.

The group passed through the quiet roads of the Elf Clan's ancestral land under the night sky, and the architectural style gradually transitioned from simple camp tents to exquisite and beautiful elven-style houses.

Finally, they arrived at a secluded area surrounded by ancient trees emitting a faint glow.

A palace, not large in scale but extremely exquisite, stood before them.

At the palace entrance, several glowing flower vines emitting a soft halo hung quietly, illuminating the figures standing solemnly before the door.

They were four female elven guards dressed in bright silver light armor and holding long war spears.

They stood as straight as pines, their auras as steady as mountains, and their gazes as sharp as eagles. They were clearly elite warriors of considerable strength, with at least a Fifth-Rank cultivation or higher.

"This is Her Highness Anya's temporary palace. Let us go in."

Jian Lu gave a slight nod to the guards.

The guards clearly recognized Jian Lu and silently made way, their gazes quickly sweeping over Qin Yan and the others with scrutiny, but they did not block them.

Stepping into the palace interior, the air instantly became fresher and more moist, filled with a faint, soul-quieting fragrance of grass, wood, and sandalwood.

The interior space was open, with a high vaulted ceiling naturally formed by interwoven glowing vines, casting a soft and even pale green light.

The floor was paved with smooth, warm-toned light wood-grain stone slabs. Natural relief-like vine patterns grew on the walls, and occasionally, tiny butterfly-shaped Light Spirits fluttered elegantly among them.

The furniture and furnishings were simple yet elegant, mostly made of natural wood, jade, and some kind of flexible plant fiber, reflecting everywhere the Elf Clan's aesthetic of advocating nature and refined restraint.

Deep within the palace, on a large seat naturally woven from living Silver Moon Vines, Anya sat peacefully.