I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 619: Chapter 475: Visit of the Golden Clan, The Ruins Finally Open

"Boom boom boom——"

In the cold cave, an overwhelming momentum erupted one after another.

With unrestricted supplies of Dragon Blood, members of The Shadow Division broke through bottlenecks one after another, with both their physiques and Spiritual Energy soaring.

Some experienced a surge in Spiritual Energy fluctuations, leaping two to Three Stars in one go; even more impressive, some members directly ascended from Tier Four to Tier Five, with the Night Demon wings unfolding behind them becoming more solid, emitting a thicker dark aura.

Qin Tian and Li Qi stood by the Blood Pool, watching as hundreds of Night Demons spread their wings, bared their fangs, and crouched at the edge of the pool to gulp down Dragon Blood, as the air filled with Blood Qi and Dark Energy, resembling a legendary demon lair but pulsing with vitality.

"From now on, Dragon Blood will be a permanent reward in the exchange treasury," Qin Tian said, "Every month, each member will enjoy a basic supply of 100 liters of Dragon Blood of the same level; if they earn merits, they can apply to exchange for higher-grade Dragon Blood."

He paused and added, "You’ll refine these rules together with Poisonous Widow."

As the number of subordinates grew, he could no longer distribute resources as freely as before; a clear exchange system was necessary, akin to the Empire’s Military Merit Points system, transparent and sustainable in the long run.

Lately, he began to construct the resource exchange system—other than core members like Li Qi, Xiong, Terreda who could enjoy unlimited resources, ordinary members such as The Shadow Division and Barbarian Battle Group needed to complete missions to obtain resources.

Everyday tasks provided basic supplies, while merits could earn them merit points to exchange for necessary materials from the treasury.

Currently, the resources in his treasury were considerable.

There were high-grade Elixirs purchased from the Dongfang Clan, Spiritual Ability Weapons crafted by master artisans, various Cultivation Techniques and Martial Techniques, high-capacity Space Equipment, and even weapon enhancement slots handled personally by him... If the treasury lacked items needed by members, they could submit a request to be evaluated by the logistics department led by Poisonous Widow, who would then procure them on the market.

This model was not only fair but also actively engaged everyone, fostering a positive competitive atmosphere within the team.

"Yes, boss," Li Qi nodded; although Shadow Division members needed merits to exchange for Dragon Blood, as a core cadre, he didn’t need to abide by these rules.

Earlier, the boss had handed him an immense supply of Tier Six Dragon Blood, which he could consume and cultivate anytime he wanted.

With Dragon Blood and Ice Marrow Ointment as dual aids, he was confident he could charge toward Tier Seven within a few years.

Qin Tian glanced around the site; most members were still immersed in the pleasure of absorbing Dragon Blood, and this transformation was likely to last for another one or two hours.

"Alright, keep an eye on things here; I’ll return to Ice Extreme Pass to handle affairs."

"Alright, boss, I’ll take care of things here," Li Qi responded, his gaze sweeping across the members of The Shadow Division experiencing breakthroughs, filled with satisfaction.

With this batch of members undergoing breakthroughs, The Shadow Division’s strength could reach another significant level, which would facilitate the intelligence network layout on Mingwang Planet and the surrounding Royal star belt in the future.

Qin Tian said no more, raised his hand to open a Gate of Space, and stepped into it, disappearing from the cold cave in an instant.

...

Compared to more than a month ago, Ice Extreme Pass was no longer a desolate outpost with only ice houses and snow; it had now become the busiest "transit point" on Mingwang Planet.

What was once a pass accommodating only over ten thousand people had now expanded its walls outward by several kilometers; the new walls reinforced with cold-resistant alloy, had Spiritual Energy runes engraved on the surface to resist snowstorms and defend against Middle Low Tier Snow Beast attacks.

Inside the pass, everything underwent a complete makeover, with cold-resistant barriers shielding the snow; the line of ice houses had disappeared, replaced by a series of buildings arranged in a picturesque manner.

At the street corner stood a seven-story building with a "Warm Stove Hotel" sign, through the windows casting warm yellow light, occasionally accompanied by the laughter of guests.

A tavern by the roadside had dried beast bones hanging as decorations at the entrance; upon pushing the door open, the aroma of malt wine wafted through, where many mercenaries and businessmen gathered around tables, drinking hot wine while discussing business opportunities on Mingwang Planet.

Additionally, there were shops selling ores, energy crystals, and cold-resistant gear, with transparent display cases showcasing a plethora of goods at the entrance, attracting people in cold-resistant clothing to stop and pick.

The wide streets were paved with smooth alloy plates, cleaned spotlessly, with occasional hovercars passing by slowly—they were vehicles responsible for transporting supplies, marked with different factions’ emblems, including the emblem of the Empire Academy and clan badges of certain Golden Clans.

On the streets, besides soldiers in black military uniforms patrolling, there were more people dressed in various outfits.

Businessmen wore neatly tailored suits with badges representing their guilds pinned to their chests, walking along the streets discussing cooperation details with partners; Spiritualists wore combat suits convenient for movement, carrying weapons at their waists and snow beast corpses in their hands; ordinary people with backpacks, hearing the news of Mingwang Planet’s development, were tourists taking photos of distant ice mountains with cameras, occasionally asking patrolling soldiers for directions to tourist spots.

The landing pad inside the pass was bustling, with hundreds of different models of flying devices parked neatly, some unloading supplies, while others were descending with new visitors.

Qin Tian walked along the street, surrounded by lively and bustling sounds—the negotiation voices of businessmen, tourists’ exclamations, tavern laughter, and the booming sound of flying devices taking off. These sounds intertwined, dispersing the cold desolation Ice Extreme Pass had in the past.