I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 367 - 329: Time to Take Action
Chapter 367: Chapter 329: Time to Take Action
Chijin Battlegroup Headquarters, the eight battle flags fluttered in the wind.
Inside the main tent, the lights cast the shadows of several camp commanders onto the walls, the atmosphere as heavy as a lead block soaked in water, intermixed with an indescribable awkwardness.
Everyone’s eyes flickered as they secretly glanced at Qin Tian and Li Wufeng sitting opposite them while pretending to drink tea—no one expected that these two battalions, deemed expendable, could tackle the tough challenge of the second Demon Cave, let alone that Qin Tian could single-handedly kill two Tier Six demons.
This result struck like a resounding slap, leaving the entire battlegroup somewhat dumbfounded.
The squads considered sacrificial lambs not only survived but also achieved great success, plunging the Chijin Battlegroup into unprecedented embarrassment.
The clear-sighted could tell that the First and Third Battalions must despise Yan Song to the core, and there was no way they would obey HQ anymore; and Qin Tian, a tough character capable of fighting up from Tier Five to Tier Six, armed with genuine battle merits and the army’s morale, had the full confidence to stand against Yan Song, who hailed from the Golden Clan.
The air inside the tent seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see who would reveal their cards first in this fierce contest.
The thoughts of the six camp commanders were clear as mirrors—this matter was unavoidable. Yan Song had the backing of the Golden Clan, and Qin Tian equally hailed from the mysterious Seventh Bureau with many hidden cards in hand. Both were colossal figures not to be trifled with, but in the battlegroup, they ultimately had to place their bets on the scales.
The military merits distributed when destroying the first Demon Cave were still kept in their heart pockets. These tangible benefits forced them, despite despising Yan Song’s ruthless tactics, to stand silently behind him at this moment.
Their gazes returned to Qin Tian, seeing him remain as calm as ever, casually stroking the edge of his teacup, as if completely detached from the undercurrents inside the tent.
In stark contrast, Li Wufeng sat upright beside him, meeting everyone’s gaze without flinching, his eyes sharp and fierce.
The wind outside the tent suddenly picked up, making the flags flutter loudly, and the candlelight flickered, highlighting the calm on Qin Tian’s face and the resolve in Li Wufeng’s eyes even more clearly.
……
“Have they all arrived?”
In the distant central tent, Yan Song pinched a white porcelain teacup, gently blowing the floating tea foam. The Red Jade tea in the cup was a precious product from his hometown, with tea leaves unfolded like sparrow tongues, the steam exuding a fresh orchid scent.
At every critical juncture, he would brew a pot, watching the tea soup change from amber to crimson, which would calm his restless mood, a habit developed since his youth, and an exclusive composure of the Golden Clan’s offspring.
“Everyone’s here; all eight camp commanders are waiting in the main tent,” the adjutant replied with a bow, lifting a silver pot to add some spring water to the teacup, the sound of water hitting the cup walls particularly crisp.
“Good.”
Yan Song tilted his head back and drank the remaining tea in one go. The tea was slightly astringent as it went down his throat, but it left a faint sweetness afterward.
Setting down the teacup, his fingers gently tapped his knee, making a light friction sound as his military boots ground the rug beneath them. Straightening his uniform collar’s gold embroidery, he suddenly smirked a cold smile.
“Qin Tian, this next stage is yours and mine.” His mouth twitched with assurance, eyes alight with determination, “I hope you can take this script.”
Before his voice trailed off, he had already strode out of the tent, the sound of his boots hitting the flagstone path steady as drumbeats.
The sunlight fell on his upright silhouette, gilding the uniform embroidered with his clan crest in a layer of gold, but unable to hide the coldness concealed in his eyes—how did it matter if expendables turned the tables?
The power of the battlegroup would ultimately rest with him, Yan Song; Qin Tian, you can’t overthrow the heaven.
After Yan Song left, the adjutant quietly tidied up the tea set he used, carefully wiping the white porcelain teacup clean, sweeping the red jade tea crumbs into a copper basin, his actions meticulous, the tent lights flickering, reflecting his face as deeper in the interplay of light and shadow, yet his lips curled into a cold arc.
…
Slam
Yan Song opened the tent flaps, sitting imposingly in the main seat, his gaze sweeping the room like a blade, pausing for several seconds especially on Qin Tian and Li Wufeng.
Under everyone’s scrutiny, he began to speak in an even tone:
“The meeting begins, today’s session is a post-battle summary.”
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the people in the tent, his fingertips lightly tapping on the table, producing a measured, regular sound.
“In today’s battle, our battlegroup split into two paths, simultaneously annihilating the first and second Demon Caves, showcasing the iron-blooded battle strength of our Chijin Battlegroup.”
Then he unexpectedly shifted gears, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smile: “Especially the First and Third Battalions, succeeding in breaking through under Camp Commander Qin and Camp Commander Li’s leadership truly surprised me. It seems assigning you the second Demon Cave was indeed the right decision.”
The words seemed to be a compliment, but to Li Wufeng, they stung—Yan Song deliberately glossed over the fact of them being ’expendables,’ instead attributing the credit to his own decision-making.
Li Wufeng’s fists clenched tightly under the table, his knuckles turning white from the force, almost embedding into his palms. He glanced sideways at Qin Tian beside him out of habit, only to see him remain as calm as a deep pool, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly focused on some inconspicuous place, ignoring the hidden barbs in Yan Song’s words.
He instantly understood what Qin Tian was watching.
It was Yan Song’s right index finger with the Red Ruby Ring, and only half an hour ago did he learn from someone else that this seemingly elegant accessory was actually the infamous “Heaven-Burning Purgatory” among the Ten Great Guns, known for its destructive power.
Yan Song used this weapon to destroy the first Demon Cave with a single strike.
“Hmph, to think one of the Ten Great Guns would fall into the hands of such a vile person, such a waste and misuse of heavenly resources,” Li Wufeng cursed silently, a wave of uncontrollable anger surging in his chest.
Seeing the undisguised fury on Li Wufeng’s face, Yan Song felt the coldness within him deepen; Qin Tian was a hard bone to chew, but what ground did Li Wufeng have to show his teeth at him?
Wait, soon, he would deal with him first!
Yan Song’s body leaned slightly forward, elbows resting on the table, preparing to launch an attack, when suddenly a strange weakness shot up his spine to his head, as if all strength had been drained from his body.
His fingers suddenly trembled, the shoulders that had been as steady as a rock wavered, and a layer of white fog suddenly clouded his vision.
“Not good!” Yan Song was shocked to the core, instantly realizing that he had been poisoned.
No time to dwell on when he was poisoned, he instinctively tried to mobilize his spiritual energy to expel the toxin, only to find that his dantian felt as if it had been filled with wet cotton and refused to obey him.
As his face changed dramatically, a storm suddenly roared outside, covering the sky and blocking the sun.
“Boom——”
The sharp sound of canvas tearing pierced through, while the iron support of the tent emitted stressed twisting noises, and the entire main tent was uprooted by a gigantic force, turning into countless fragments, letting the sunlight pour in unimpeded, illuminating the stunned faces of everyone, and lighting up the rapidly approaching expanse of dark demonic qi in the sky.
That demonic qi appeared like a living creature dragged from an abyss, accompanied by crushed stones and dust, emitting a sharp howl, snapping any vegetation it passed. What terrified Yan Song even more was the astonishingly violent energy locked onto him!
“Damn, it’s coming for me!” Yan Song’s pupils constricted sharply, his face turning pale.
