I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 974: Chapter 632: Clues to the Amber of Time and Space (2)

Qin Tian heard this and suddenly laughed: "So, you want to use a vague lead about a mystical artifact in the cosmos to have me kill your own brother? Is this the irresistible condition you mentioned?"

Kesler’s face was calm and there was not a hint of guilt: "General Qin, I believe no one can resist the temptation of the Time Amber. Moreover, you should see that the existence sealed in the Amber is not from any known race, and behind him, there must be ancient secrets that can overturn what we know. Aren’t you curious at all, don’t you want to find out?"

"Even if you’re not interested in the secrets, exchanging the life of a Beastman royal for the whereabouts of a cosmic treasure—it’s a deal you’ll profit from no matter how you count it."

Qin Tian took a deep look at Kesler.

The temptation of the Time Amber was indeed too great.

From the surface, exchanging the life of a Beastman royal for a lead to the treasure seems not to be a loss, but the risks behind it cannot be underestimated.

The Eternal Ice Silkworm is one of the nine major royal families of the Beastmen. In this Nine Star Martial Meet, there are bound to be Tier Seven or Tier Eight master warriors from the Ice Silkworm tribe accompanying them, making it extremely difficult to assassinate Broden amidst these experts.

Not to mention, after the deed is done, Kesler can completely renege, deny the deal, refuse to disclose the ruin’s coordinates; or the ruins might not have the actual Time Amber at all, and all of this could be a deathtrap against him for Unol’s revenge from the start.

But the next second, Qin Tian suddenly laughed, speaking decisively: "Alright, I agree to this deal."

A flash of unconcealable joy flickered in Kesler’s eyes, and he immediately extended his cold, fair hand, speaking solemnly: "General Qin, wishing us a pleasant cooperation."

Qin Tian raised his hand to shake it, looking straight into Kesler’s eyes: "Kesler, let me say this upfront. Agreeing to work together does not mean I fully trust you. If you dare play tricks, believe me, you won’t leave the Celestial Stele Secret Realm alive."

His tone was calm and devoid of waves, yet Kesler felt an overwhelming pressure; the wings of the Ice Silkworm behind him instinctively trembled, and a trace of chill rose in his heart.

"Rest assured, General Qin, I am sincerely seeking cooperation."

Kesler took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and slowly said: "To ensure smooth communication and mutual trust between us, once we enter the Celestial Stele Secret Realm, I will contact you actively at the first moment."

After speaking, Kesler gently flipped another hand, revealing an ice jade object shaped like a conch in his palm, its body entirely white and lustrous.

"This is the Sound Transmission Ice Conch. Inside the Celestial Stele Secret Realm, conventional communication devices will fail. We can only rely on this secret treasure for sound transmission. Later, your Human Empire’s combat teams will also be provided with Sound Transmission Conches. This Ice Conch is my private collection and currently has an exclusive sound transmission channel set with another conch that I carry, showing highly reliable confidentiality. Using this, you and I can communicate anytime in the Secret Realm without being intercepted by third parties."

Qin Tian took the Sound Transmission Ice Conch, feeling its cool and smooth texture, with its stable space fluctuations clearly perceivable inside.

"Alright. I hope you don’t disappoint me." Qin Tian put away the Ice Conch and spoke lightly.

His willingness to take on this highly risky deal was never a gamble on Kesler’s character; it originated from his own vast confidence in his formidable strength.

Over the past six months, benefiting from multiple Holy Blood-grade talents and unrestricted resource investment, his Spiritual Ability Level had steadily broken through from Tier Seven Three Stars to Tier Seven Five Stars.

In merely half a year, advancing two stars within Tier Seven, this breakthrough, if spread around, would be enough to shake the world.

Besides the skyrocketing cultivation, during this period, he had also cleared unknown planets and slaughtered Ice Giant Beasts, amassing evolution points that exceeded the 1 billion mark.

This terrifying sum of evolution points, invested into any Holy Blood talent, would enable his combat strength to make a leap forward again.

In addition to this, Shadowstrike and Black Frost, nurtured day and night under the Soldier Immortal talent, were steadily improving in quality.

If Kesler really dared to play tricks, Qin Tian had absolute confidence that he could blow this guy’s head off from a hundred miles away with a single shot.

"You go back first, I will contact you later."

Qin Tian waved his large hand, and the invisible Power of Space instantly enveloped Kesler. Before he could say another word, Kesler’s figure vanished into thin air at the mountaintop.

The next second, a towering White Tiger silhouette abruptly appeared—it was Raymond, still bearing severe injuries, stumbling to steady himself, his aura still feeble.

"What did Kesler talk to you about?" Raymond stared intently at Qin Tian, his voice hoarse, and every word he spoke brought piercing pain from the knife wound on his chest.

"You should worry about yourself first."

Qin Tian’s gaze swept over Raymond’s pale face, "Think carefully about what price you must pay to save your life."

Upon hearing this, a fierce look ignited in Raymond’s eyes: "You dare to kill me?"

Qin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly: "Who gave you the confidence to think I wouldn’t dare kill you?"

Raymond looked directly at Qin Tian, speaking in a tough manner: "With the Nine Star Martial Meet about to begin, the Beastman Empire’s combat forces have already reached the outskirts of the Royal Star. If you dare to kill a direct member of the Purgatory White Tiger tribe like me, aren’t you afraid it will directly trigger an all-out conflict between the Human and Beastman Empires? Can you bear the consequences of such a result?"

He paused, his tone growing increasingly sinister: "Moreover, if you kill me, I guarantee that the Purgatory White Tiger Tribe will go all out for revenge! By then, not only you, but your family and subordinates, even everyone at the Ice Extreme Pass, will accompany me in death!"

Bam!

Before the words could fall, a fierce gust suddenly roared.

The massive White Tiger body, like a kite with a broken string, flew back heavily, crashing against the ice-capped mountain behind him.

With a "boom," the mountain shattered instantly, sending rocks and snow flying everywhere.

The knife wound on Raymond’s chest, which was almost healing, completely split open under this immense force, causing blood to gush out like a fountain, dyeing the snow beneath him red.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Lying in the rubble of the collapsed ice mountain, Raymond continuously coughed up blood, his eyes momentarily flashing with deep fear and anger.

How dare he

How dare he!

Whoosh—

Qin Tian slowly floated in mid-air, looking down on Raymond with cold indifference.

"Threaten me? I want to see to what extent the Beastman Empire is willing to go for you."

Finishing his words, Qin Tian raised his hand, slowly drawing the Black Frost from his waist.

The cold blade rubbed against the sheath, producing a soft "swoosh," not loud, yet particularly clear atop the open mountaintop, carrying a heart-pounding aura of pressure.

An extreme sword intent slowly emanated, enveloping the entire mountain as if it were tangible; even the cold wind seemed to be sliced by the sword intent, becoming increasingly cutting.

At this moment, the knife wound on Raymond’s chest was once again triggered by this terrifying sword intent, an excruciating pain coursing through his entire body, causing him to shiver slightly.

He looked up at Qin Tian in the air, seeing the undisguised icy murderous intent in his eyes, all his ferocity and arrogance quickly faded, leaving only deep fear.

In a panic, he raised his trembling voice: "Wait! Let’s talk this over!"

Qin Tian completely ignored him, his wrist slightly sinking, with the Black Frost blade pointing down, aiming directly at Raymond’s head, the fierce sword intent locking tightly onto his skull.

He’s going to kill me! He really is going to kill me!

Raymond’s heart pounded ferociously, fear drowning him like a tidal wave; for a moment, he truly panicked.

He never expected Qin Tian to be such a reckless madman, one who truly was not afraid of provoking a war between the two nations, not afraid of facing punishment from the Human Empire, nor concerned about his and his companions’ safety?

The sharp sword intent penetrated every pore, invading his body, making him feel as if his body was about to be thoroughly pierced, his very soul trembling slightly.

Seeing the faint purple lightning gather on the blade, Raymond could no longer endure the fear in his heart and "thumped" down on one knee, lowering his proud head deeply, his forehead pressed against the cold snow.

"General Qin, I was wrong, please spare my life!"

In mid-air, Qin Tian quietly looked down at him; the once domineering Purgatory White Tiger now had its proud head completely bowed, nowhere near the fierce and brutal visage of a Beastman royal, instead resembling a small white cat begging for its life.

Indeed, the more distinguished one’s identity, the more they cherish life.

Purgatory White Tiger?

A glint of cold and disdain flickered in Qin Tian’s eyes.

Heh, nothing much after all.