I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 457 - 383: Winter Tribe (Part 2)

Chapter 457: Chapter 383: Winter Tribe (Part 2)

Old Ghost showed a smile on his face: “Director Feng, I’ve heard the boss mention you. He said you are his capable subordinate. All of our food, clothing, and cultivation resources now rely entirely on your management.”

“Those are very kind words.” Feng Mochuan laughed heartily, waving his hand. “Everything I have now was given by the boss—if it weren’t for his support, where would Feng Mochuan be today? Moreover, Ling Feng Trading is originally his business; I’m only helping to manage it.”

He stepped aside to make way for the flying device behind him, the cabin door had slowly opened, revealing a soft dark-patterned carpet inside, with wall lights emitting a warm glow: “Everyone, now that we’ve returned to Silver Gray Star, it’s like coming home. Though the boss is not here, I have prepared a lavish dinner. Shall we head to the place to settle in and chat while eating?”

The crowd boarded the flying device one after another, with Xiong, Terreda, and Old Ghost—a few core members—sharing one cabin.

The flying device ascended slowly, Feng Mochuan leaning against the seatback, looked at Li Qi opposite him, and remarked with a smile: “Seeing you all return safely from the Demon Suppression Abyss, the weight on my heart has finally lifted.”

“Following the boss, we’ve never had anything to worry about.” Li Qi spoke with certainty, his eyes showcasing complete trust in Qin Tian.

“Ah, I must say, I’m quite envious of you all.” Feng Mochuan showed a trace of bitterness on his face, “These past few months have been filled with ledgers, contracts, and a cluster of merchants to entertain. I’m just a Mercenary Corps Leader at heart, simple and rough; what do I know about these things? It’s really driving me crazy.”

He wasn’t actually complaining. Qin Tian had once “pushed him into the position”, having him act as the legal representative and general manager of Ling Feng Trading. Although most affairs were managed by Yang Fan, as the “hands-off manager,” he still had to oversee the big picture and deal with the partners and local officials who occasionally visited.

They did earn a lot of money, and the brothers of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps were living better, but he always felt something missing, often reminiscing about the days when he led his brothers on adventures and battles in the Cosmos, camping in the wastelands.

“There’s no helping it; the boss trusts you the most.” Li Qi patted his shoulder.

Yang Fan was neither a Night Demon Apostle nor the boss’s Soul Servant, so proper precautions and balancing were necessary. Besides, as Ling Feng Trading grew, it would inevitably encounter problems that couldn’t be solved by business means. At such times, they would still need the support of Feng Mochuan’s Hurricane Mercenary Corps to handle both overt and covert troubles.

Feng Mochuan, listening, gave a wry smile, and was just about to say more when his gaze fell on Terreda, who had been staring out of the porthole. A thought struck him, and he said, “By the way, Terreda, another batch of your Barbarian Race compatriots arrived at Silver Gray Star over the past two months; they are now settled in your previous quarters. Would you like to visit them first?”

“What?” Terreda abruptly turned his head. Qin Tian, knowing Terreda’s impulsive nature, hadn’t mentioned this earlier. Now hearing the news, he was so excited his eyes widened, nodding repeatedly, “Yes! Let’s go now!”

“Alright, then we’ll head there first since there is still time before dinner.” Feng Mochuan agreed with a smile, though his tone was tinged with some helplessness, “But honestly, your Barbarian Race compatriots are really stubborn—I asked the elders and children of your tribe to persuade them several times, yet they remain full of distrust, thinking we are deceiving them. I believe only you, as one of their own, can step forward and showcase some of your strength to truly ease their hearts.”

“I’ll handle it.” Terreda nodded strongly, his expression determined. He understood the Barbarian Race’s nature too well; despite the strength of outsiders, they couldn’t be subdued by force.

Originally, he had chosen to follow the boss for two reasons: one was for his people, and the other was Qin Tian’s promise to “help them return to their homeland in five years.”

Now, with him as the guide and showing the transformations his brothers underwent by following the boss, these new compatriots would surely understand that the boss was different from those humans who captured them as slaves.

Half an hour later, the flying device landed on an open area in the Barbarian Race settlement.

Even before it stopped fully, a large group of Barbarians gathered below—the tall warriors wore beast leather armor, wielding rough stone axes, watching the flying device with cautious eyes. Yet, the elderly, women, and children standing behind the warriors wore clean cotton clothes and looked towards the flying device not with suspicion, but with anticipation.

“Poof—”

The cabin door opened, and Terreda leaped out first, followed by the Barbarian Warriors stepping out.

“Udi! You’re back!”

“Dad!”

The elderly, women, and children immediately rushed forward, hugging the warriors beside Terreda, crying and laughing, voices filled with excitement.

Meanwhile, the newly arrived Barbarian warriors, seeing Terreda and his companions, widened their eyes, their faces full of confusion and shock—why were these fellow tribesmen mixed with humans, dressed in unfamiliar clothes?

Terreda pushed away the surrounding tribesmen and strode to the new Barbarian warriors, shouting in Barbarian tongue, “Who is your leader? Come out and speak!”

The new Barbarian warriors looked at each other for a moment until a man, a head taller than Terreda, stepped forward—his hair braided in thick plaits tight against his scalp, a light blue totem painted on his neck, his voice as steady as the rock of an icy plain: “I am Mu Ya of the Winter Tribe. Who are you? Why are you mingling with humans? Have you forgotten they are the culprits who invaded our homeland and turned us into slaves?”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Terreda met his gaze, speaking with firm conviction,

“But humans aren’t all the same. The man I follow saved us from the slavers, restored our freedom; he treats our families kindly, providing us with enough food and warm houses; he even granted cultivation resources to make us stronger—he promised, when we become powerful enough, that he would help us reclaim our homeland, take back the land that was stolen.”

“You actually trust a human’s words?” Mu Ya sneered coldly, his eyes full of ridicule, “In our tribe, how many of our people were deceived by their honeyed words, only to become cold corpses?”

Terreda didn’t argue, only shook his head slowly: “I know you don’t believe, but here is the proof.”

Even before he finished speaking, he suddenly tensed his body, and the Qi Blood Power within him erupted like a roaring wave—the golden Qi Blood spread outward, causing the air’s temperature to soar, making even the air slightly distort.

Mu Ya and the new Barbarian warriors were forced back by the overwhelming Qi Blood, and the anger on their faces was instantly replaced by shock, their eyes round with astonishment.

“Are you a tribal chieftain? Or a legendary warrior?” Mu Ya asked in disbelief—such formidable Qi Blood could only belong to a tribal chieftain or a legendary warrior from a large tribe!

“Neither.” Terreda pulled back some of his Qi Blood, his voice still resonant, “I was originally just a high-level warrior in the tribe, my strength similar to yours. But after following the boss, he gave us potions to enhance our bodies; recently, he led us in battle against demons, using demon blood to inscribe battle patterns—now, each of us is several times stronger than before! Brothers, let the Winter Tribe people see our current strength!”

“Yes!”

The Barbarian Warriors behind him responded in unison, and even before their shouts ended, they collectively channeled their Qi Blood. In an instant, over a hundred solid columns of Qi Blood surged skyward, intertwining in the air to form a blazing “Qi Blood Canopy” over the settlement.

The entire settlement seemed enshrouded by this ferocious power emanating from Barbarian bloodlines, making even the air feel scorching.

Mu Ya and the new Barbarian were entirely rooted to the spot, faces filled with disbelief: among this group of tribesmen, each possessed a level above that of a middle-level warrior, and some’s Qi Blood intensity was nearly on par with that of a small tribal chieftain!

By the Barbarian God… what kind of team is this?

Could following that human truly make one so powerful?

Mu Ya looked at the scene before him, his wary heart experiencing the first loosening.