I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 490 - 404: Damage Transfer, Revival from the Brink

Chapter 490: Chapter 404: Damage Transfer, Revival from the Brink

The heavy snowflakes were still falling all over the sky, dyeing the world in a vast expanse of white.

The cold wind carried snow grains, cutting across the cheeks like sharp knives, settling on Dongfang Mingyue’s hair tips, quickly forming a thin layer of frost flowers.

She knelt in the snow, holding Xiao Yu tightly in her arms, clearly feeling the body in her embrace gradually growing cold, the once faint life breath like a candle flickering in the wind, could extinguish at any moment.

Dongfang Mingyue’s body trembled violently, not from the cold, but from bone-deep fear, and hot tears fell one by one onto the snow in front of her, instantly melting small snow pits, soon to be covered again by newly fallen snowflakes.

The surrounding guards stood silently to the side, watching this heartbreaking scene, each with red-rimmed eyes.

In their eyes, Xiao Yu always seemed like a little sun, bouncing around by Dongfang Mingyue’s side, handing hot soup to the guards on duty, and telling jokes to entertain everyone when bored.

But who could have thought that this lively and lovely girl would eventually head toward death in such a withered and decaying manner?—for a girl in her youth, such an ending was too cruel, and too heavy.

Just as everyone was shrouded in despair, even their breathing turning heavy, a black figure suddenly broke through the storm, landing in the snow like black lightning.

It was Qin Tian!

As soon as he landed, his gaze locked tightly on Xiao Yu in Dongfang Mingyue’s arms, his spiritual sense quickly scanning over, and when he sensed that there was still a trace of faint life breath within Xiao Yu, he didn’t hesitate at all, immediately crouching down, and placed his palm on Xiao Yu’s head.

“Buzz——”

With Qin Tian’s palm landing, a faint black halo spread from his palm, enveloping Xiao Yu’s body.

This was his innate ability [Damage Transfer], capable of forcibly transferring all negative states and thirty percent of injuries from the target’s body to his own.

In the next moment, something miraculous happened.

The thick black aura on Xiao Yu’s face receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though meeting its nemesis, the originally wrinkled and aged face started slowly smoothing out, the loose skin gradually tightening, and even the graying hair faintly showed a hint of black—although not yet completely restored to its original appearance, this obvious change was like a beam of light, instantly illuminating everyone’s hope. The previously dying flame of life seemed to be doused with oil, suddenly becoming vigorous.

“Xiao Yu!” Dongfang Mingyue exclaimed in surprise, her body jolting, eyes bursting with intense ecstasy, tears welling up again, yet this time tears of excitement and relief.

The surrounding guards also showed expressions of disbelief, their tense bodies relaxing at last, faces displaying the relief of surviving disaster.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian’s face soon appeared with the same black aura that Xiao Yu had earlier, a sign of the curse transferring to him.

However, his Emperor’s Dominator Physique state hadn’t dissipated yet, the trait of “immune to all control and debuff effects” instantly activated, causing the black aura on his face to vanish entirely almost the moment it appeared, leaving not the slightest trace.

After dealing with the curse, Qin Tian didn’t pause, the gentle life energy continuously channeled into Xiao Yu’s body through his palm.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mingyue immediately reacted as well, concentrating her Power of Qingmu at her fingertip, gently pressing it on Xiao Yu’s wrist, nurturing Xiao Yu’s body alongside Qin Tian’s life energy.

With the combined forces of the two energies, the changes in Xiao Yu became more pronounced: the aging face quickly rejuvenated, the skin restored its usual fair and tight complexion, the graying hair returned to a glossy black, and her breathing gradually became steady and strong.

However, her eyes remained tightly shut, showing no sign of waking.

Qin Tian withdrew his palm, frowning slightly, and said solemnly, “This still isn’t enough. Her life force has been too severely eroded by the curse. Although her life is temporarily stabilized, to fully awaken, she likely needs the assistance of elixirs or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to repair her damaged essence.”

“Elixirs… that’s right! The Dan Tower!” Dongfang Mingyue suddenly lit up, seemingly thinking of something, hastily and urgently said, “There’s a Yin Yang Rebirth Pill inside the Dan Tower, capable of resurrecting the dead and regrowing flesh on bones, it can definitely save Xiao Yu!”

Qin Tian, hearing this, flashed a gleam in his eyes, immediately nodded: “There’s no time to lose, let’s go to the Dan Tower now!”

As his words fell, the Power of Space surged around Qin Tian, and a semi-transparent Gate of Space slowly unfolded in front of everyone. He was the first to step in, with Dongfang Mingyue tightly holding Xiao Yu following behind, and the guards hurriedly catching up as well.

The other side of the Gate of Space was precisely the square outside the Dan Tower.

Guarded year-round at the entrance, the guards, spotting the group suddenly emerging from the Gate of Space, immediately became alert, hands resting on their weapons at their waists, loudly demanding, “Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Dan Tower!”

“It’s me.” Dongfang Mingyue held Xiaoyu and urgently moved forward.

The guards finally saw the person clearly. When they saw Dongfang Mingyue covered in blood, with the guards behind her all injured and looking disheveled, they instantly realized Dongfang Mingyue must have encountered danger.

The leading guard hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully asked, “Miss Ming Yue, what happened to you?”

“No time to explain!” Dongfang Mingyue held Xiaoyu, continuously walking, and urgently said, “I need to find the Dan Tower master, Xiaoyu is in critical condition, we need the Yin Yang Rebirth Pill to save her!”

Seeing this, the guards did not dare to hinder her, quickly stepping aside to clear the path, and didn’t forget to instruct their companions, “Quick, notify the master, Miss Ming Yue has an urgent matter to discuss!”

Dongfang Mingyue held Xiaoyu and hurriedly rushed inside the Dan Tower, her steps eager yet cautious, afraid to disturb the person in her arms.

Qin Tian and other guards stayed outside the Dan Tower, partly to avoid too many people entering and disturbing the order, and partly to guard against any potential surprises – after all, the previous encounters with the black-robed and white-clad individuals were not yet fully settled, and they must remain vigilant.

The light from the Dan Tower’s interior spilled through doors and windows, illuminating the square, casting shadows of Qin Tian and the guards, reflecting the hope in their eyes – hoping this time, Xiaoyu could truly escape danger and return to being the lively, smiling little sun she once was.

…

At the mountain peak, the snow was like cotton; the howling cold wind carried snow grains, brushing against the black-robed man’s face but unable to cool the coldness in his heart.

He stood on a protruding boulder, gazing at the distant city’s faint lights, his black robe flapping in the wind, sounding as sinister and poisonous as frosted ice: “Damn it, I want to see how long you can protect her!”

He originally thought his ability as a Tier Seven Spirit Mage would easily complete the task, yet unexpectedly failed at the hands of a Tier Six Spiritualist. However, recalling the opponent’s strange bloodline that could suppress Dark Spiritual Energy, an air of solemnity naturally surfaced in his eyes.

Just then, a light voice suddenly sounded behind him, casual yet exploding like thunder in the black-robed man’s ears: “Just now, did you say I am a waste?”

The black-robed man instantly stiffened, hair standing on end.

As a Tier Seven Spirit Mage, his Spiritual Sense far surpassed ordinary people, yet until the voice spoke, he hadn’t detected someone approaching from behind. The stealth ability of the other was terrifyingly extreme.

He abruptly turned around, seeing a white-clad figure standing not far ahead, snowflakes landing on the person’s pure white robe but leaving no trace.

The person’s appearance was ordinary, yet the aura surrounding them was exceptional, like an immortal landing on a snowy night, standing in the cold wind yet giving off a sense of isolated cold elegance.

What shocked the black-robed man even more was feeling a Spiritual Energy fluctuation from the other that far exceeded his own, as vast as the ocean, seeming calm but harboring destructive power.

“Who… who are you?” The black-robed man instinctively retreated a step, secretly gathering Dark Spiritual Energy in his hands, warily watching the white-clad person – he was sure he had never encountered such a formidable individual, whose appearance stirred a strong life-and-death crisis within him.

The white-clad person did not answer, instead slowly raised his right hand, a silver longsword appearing at his waist, its blade reflecting snowlight, shimmering like the galaxy.

“Then let me see if you can withstand a strike from this ’waste’.”

Before the voice faded, the sword light suddenly surged! A silver sword arc several feet long cascaded like the galaxy, instantly filling the black-robed man’s vision, the sword wind carrying bitter cold turning surrounding snowflakes into ice crystals.

The black-robed man’s pupils contracted sharply, with all his might concentrating a thick dark shield as his body moved quickly sideways, hoping to evade this lethal strike.

But the speed of the strike was extraordinarily fast, so fast he couldn’t react. The silver sword arc sliced through his dark shield like cutting tofu, effortlessly passing through his body.

“Pssh—”

The black-robed man’s body shuddered violently, standing motionless, a thin blood line slowly forming on his forehead.

Then, the blood line extended, dividing his body neatly into two halves, blood and organs spilling on the ground, quickly covered by falling snow, leaving only two torn black robes, slightly trembling in the cold wind.

The white-clad man’s silver longsword emitted a final radiance, which he slowly sheathed in a flowing motion as if he had merely waved his hand instead of dispatching a Tier Seven Spirit Mage.

He looked up towards the city in the distance, his gaze settling on the Dan Tower, with a subtle, unfathomable curve rising at the corner of his lips.