I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 960: Chapter 625: Poseidon’s Secret (2)

Why is Yang Ling’s sword in Qin Tian’s hand?

What exactly is the gift Qin Tian mentioned?

That damn Qin Tian, always being so mysterious!

Katherine was gritting her teeth in anger inside, but on the surface, she had to feign calmness, putting on an indifferent expression as she said lightly, "Alright, I’ll introduce you to each other when I get a chance."

After speaking, she didn’t say a single word of goodbye and turned around to head straight for the flying device parked not far away, her steps were a bit quicker than before.

"Hey, you..." Qin Tian raised his hand, wanting to say something.

Bang——

With a dull thud, the hatch of the flying device slammed shut.

The next second, a dazzling blue tail flame shot out from the bottom of the flying device, slowly lifting it into the sky, its speed increasing until it disappeared from Qin Tian’s sight in an instant.

"This person..." Qin Tian looked at the empty sky, smiling wryly, and slowly lowered his raised hand.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Jie La in the distance, the corners of his mouth curling up in a smile.

Athena, the Eldest Princess of the Mercenary Association, the renowned Elemental Queen;

Yang Ling, the True Martial Emperor, the Judgement Court’s youngest black-robed Judge, Tier Eight Sword Immortal;

Poseidon, the top Beastmaster mastering the Divine Artifact of Beast Evolution, single-mindedly seeking historical truth.

Each of these individuals has extraordinary talent and experiences.

As for the remaining members—Giant God, Ares, Taoist Duobao—what kind of interesting people are they?

And what secrets are they hiding?

Thinking of this, the curiosity in Qin Tian’s heart grew stronger.

This mysterious Mythical Society is becoming more and more interesting, making him more eager to see the day when all the members gather together.

...

In a guest room in the Ice Extreme Pass, it was so quiet that the ticking of the timer on the wall could be heard.

Xiaoyong sat straight on a chair, his small body tense, his hands tightly gripping the corners of his clothes, staring unblinkingly at the door, his chest heaving violently, his heart pounding.

He knew his father would come to see him soon.

Before long, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, getting closer and closer, filled with an unmistakable urgency and panic.

Xiaoyong’s body stiffened, he immediately stood up from the chair.

The next second, with a loud crash, the door was forcibly swung open by brute force, and a tall figure rushed in.

"Xiaoyong!"

This quivering shout instantly triggered Xiaoyong’s long-suppressed emotions.

He could no longer hold back, rushing madly towards that familiar figure, tightly hugging the other’s waist, crying out with all his strength: "Dad!!!"

Xue Wuyang held his son tightly in his arms, fearing that even the slightest loosening would cause his son to disappear again.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, his eyes full of guilt and heartache, repeatedly saying, "Xiaoyong, I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry... It’s my fault for letting you suffer."

"Dad, I missed you so much."

Xiaoyong, at just ten years old, having endured hardships in the Blood Demon Cult yet remaining strong, completely let down all his defenses and disguises in his father’s warm embrace, crying out loud.

The cries were filled with grievance and longing, tears streaming out continuously, soon soaking a large part of Xue Wuyang’s chest.

Xue Wuyang just held his son tightly, gently patting his son’s back while softly comforting him, his own body uncontrollably trembling slightly.

Every time he thought of the suffering his son might have endured at the Blood Demon Cult, his heart ached as if cut by a knife.

He didn’t know how long they cried, but Xiaoyong’s sobs eventually subsided, leaving only intermittent sniffles.

He slowly raised his head, wiping the tear stains from his face with his sleeve, his eyes landing on his father’s face.

Compared to a few years ago, his father seemed more brawny now; even though his eyes were red, there was a newfound calm and authority between his brows.

Their father-son connection was bonded by the blood of the Cyan Dragon, and after the trials and growth Xiaoyong experienced in the Blood Demon Cult, he could clearly sense the astonishing latent power in his father, like a sleeping giant dragon, restrained yet immensely intimidating.

During this time, the father and son had been keeping in touch through the Star Net.

From his father’s words, he learned that his father had now settled on Mingwang Planet, following a big figure, not only wielding great power but also successfully advancing to a Tier Six, Six Stars Spiritualist in terms of ability.

However, upon close contact, he found that his father’s change was more than just the one star improvement in spiritual ability level, but an all-around transformation of the entire person.

It was as if he had undergone a baptism, vastly different from before.

"Dad, can you make me stronger? I want to become strong, I want revenge!"

Xiaoyong looked at his father, his voice full of hatred and determination.

Xue Wuyang didn’t expect his son’s first words after calming down would be this, but he still placed his large hand on his son’s shoulder, saying solemnly:

"Xiaoyong, I will make you stronger. Together, we shall avenge your mother!"

"Yeah!"

Xiaoyong nodded heavily. At the memory of his mother’s tragic death before his eyes, and the myriad of humiliation and pain he endured at the Blood Demon Cult, the flames of revenge burned fiercely in his eyes.

Blood Demon Cult, just you wait.

The two chatted in the room for a long time. Xiaoyong didn’t talk much about his experiences in the Blood Demon Cult, instead constantly asking about Xue Wuyang’s work and situation at the Ice Extreme Pass, his voice full of curiosity and anticipation.

"Dad, can you show me around the Ice Extreme Pass?" Xiaoyong asked expectantly.

"Of course!"

Xue Wuyang patted his son’s head, then led him out the door.

"Instructor Xue!"

As soon as they stepped out, the two soldiers standing guard at the door saluted Xue Wuyang in unison.

Xue Wuyang returned the salute with a smile, nodded slightly, and then took his son out of the building.

"Instructor Xue!"

"Instructor Xue!"

Walking along the way, Xiaoyong noticed that almost every soldier approaching would stop and salute his father; those who didn’t salute would nod amicably at his father, their eyes falling on him.

In those eyes, there was no scrutiny, only friendliness and concern.

Dad’s prestige here is truly high.

Xiaoyong felt a surge of pride welling up inside him, even straightening his back a bit more.

Xue Wuyang noticed the change in his son’s demeanor, a smile appearing on his face.

"Xiaoyong, this is the Number One Training Ground at the Ice Extreme Pass; more than half the soldiers train here."

Xiaoyong looked at the agile figures on the training ground and the powerful spiritual energy auras, his eyes widening:

"Dad, did you train all of them?"

Xue Wuyang said with a smile:

"You could say that. Look at those alien faces; they’re Barbarian Warriors. When they first arrived here, they knew almost nothing, not even how to form ranks correctly. But after a period of training, they’ve all become disciplined soldiers, their average strength above Tier Four."

Tier Four on average!!!

Xiaoyong’s eyes widened in shock.

Before the trouble at home, he didn’t have a clear understanding of a Spiritualist’s strength, just aware that his father as a Tier Six, Five Stars Spiritualist was impressive, but not how impressive.

Only after being captured by the Blood Demon Cult did he truly understand the terrifying power of Spiritualists.

A Tier Four Spiritualist could easily crush him with just a finger.

And on this training ground, a rough count showed at least a thousand Barbarian Warriors.

All thousand of them were Tier Four elites?

What kind of place was this!

Xiaoyong suddenly felt a deep respect for the ground beneath his feet, and greater curiosity about the Military Lord who had built this place, praised as invincible.

What kind of person is he?

At this moment, a gentle voice reached his ears.

"Instructor Xue, congratulations on the reunion with your son at last."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyong immediately turned his head to see a man approaching slowly.

"Military Lord!"

When his father bowed respectfully, his voice filled with excitement and gratitude, Xiaoyong realized that this man was the very one his father revered as a god.

The Military Lord of Ice Extreme Pass, Qin Tian, General Qin.