I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 494 - 405: Dream Relived, Mythical Society (Triple Combo)_4

Chapter 494: Chapter 405: Dream Relived, Mythical Society (Triple Combo)_4

The only possibility is that the person in front of me already started investigating me a long time ago.

“So, you came for me?” Qin Tian’s voice turned colder, as Spiritual Energy quietly circulated within him, ready to handle any sudden situation.

The tone of the man in white finally turned more serious: “You could say that. However, Dongfang Mingyue is also one of my targets.”

Seeing the sharp glint in Qin Tian’s eyes, he added, “Don’t look at me like that. I was also entrusted by someone to protect Dongfang Mingyue once. Kid, do you think the assassins sent by the Round Table Meeting are easy to deal with? If I hadn’t preemptively dealt with that Tier Seven peak assassin and disguised myself as him, do you really think you could have protected Dongfang Mingyue with your current abilities?”

Qin Tian’s heart was suddenly shaken; listening to his tone, it seemed as if the man in white was on the same side as him.

If what the man in white said was true, then Dongfang Mingyue really did escape a disaster this time.

Killing is inherently easier than protecting, even with his Reflective Damage ability and spatial tactics, defending the unprepared Dongfang Mingyue against a surprise attack from a Tier Seven peak assassin would still be incredibly difficult.

Unless he directly sent Dongfang Mingyue into Yang Space and brought her back to the Royal star, but such a method would be unacceptable to Dongfang Mingyue unless absolutely necessary.

“Then earlier…” Qin Tian was about to ask why his previous actions were so ruthless, but the man in white interrupted him.

“You want to ask why I was intent on killing you?” The man in white took over the conversation, his smile gaining a playful edge, “If it weren’t for your strange Reflective Damage ability, you would have already been a corpse.”

Qin Tian nodded silently, waiting for the other’s explanation.

“This ties into my second task—to assess you.”

The man in white spoke plainly, but combined with the previous clues, he immediately guessed a possibility—that the other came from some mysterious organization, and after witnessing his “rocket-like” speed of progress in two years, they intended to test his strength through actual combat before deciding whether to extend an invitation.

Sure enough, with a flick of his wrist, the man in white sent a token flying towards Qin Tian.

Qin Tian hesitated for a moment before catching it steadily with one hand, feeling the cool metallic touch at his fingertips.

He looked down; it was a golden token, engraved on the front with an intricate design—like a giant door suspended in the starry sky, with a mysterious glow faintly emitting from behind, as if leading to some unknown world.

“I come from the Mythical Society, a small secret organization that only admits the top geniuses.”

There was a rare solemnity in the man in white’s voice, “Someone recommended you, and the head of the society appointed me as the assessor to test your power. Although your current Level isn’t high, being able to injure me with a Tier Six body qualifies you to join the Mythical Society.”

Mythical Society… the top geniuses.

He looked up at the man in white, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry: “Are most of the members of your Mythical Society Holy Blood geniuses?”

“Holy Blood?” Upon hearing this, the man in white’s mouth curled into a faintly disdainful smile, as if those words were not the supreme honor in his eyes, “I admit, Holy Blood indeed has an innate advantage in bloodline inheritance, born with a Spiritual Energy Talent far surpassing that of ordinary people. But if you think the top potential in the Cosmos is limited to this, then you are too narrow-minded.”

He brushed the snow off his shoulder, his tone becoming heavier, filled with a sense of awe about the vastness of the Cosmos: “Throughout the Star Sea, there are those who, in desperate situations, obtain ancient legacies, awakening powers that have slumbered for millennia; others who find treasures of the Cosmos, using extraordinary items to modify their physique, breaking through the shackles of Spiritual Cultivation; and still others who are exceptionally gifted in fields like Alchemy, crafting, and Array, achieving heights in their youth that others cannot reach in a lifetime. The potential of these individuals is in no way inferior to the most elite Holy Blood Descendants, and in some areas, they even surpass them. The Mythical Society embraces these unconventional, against-the-odds talents—like me, and perhaps like you.”

“Well, my assessment task is complete.” His tone shifted, returning to its earlier nonchalance, “Whether you join the Mythical Society is entirely up to you. Three days from now, the Mythical Society will hold its quarterly internal gathering. You only need to infuse your spirit into this token, and you can meet other members in the virtual space.”

He paused, as if remembering something, and added a piece of friendly advice: “Oh, and members of the Mythical Society don’t like using their real names. Everyone chooses a codename derived from ancient mythology for communication.”

Qin Tian’s grip on the token tightened slightly, his gaze on the man in white’s ethereal figure as he asked, “Then what’s your codename?”

Upon hearing this, the man in white’s lips curved into a faint smile.

He tapped lightly on the snowy ground, and his figure, seemingly moved by no wind, slowly ascended into the air. His white robes fluttered in the wind and snow, his dark hair and snowflakes intertwining, a faint aura surrounding him, like an immortal descended on a snowy night, untouched by earthly dust.

“My codename—” his voice carried by the cold wind, clear yet distant, as if traversing through time and space, “True Martial Emperor.”

Before his voice even fell, the man in white’s figure had already transformed into a white light, disappearing into the vast snowy curtain, leaving Qin Tian standing alone on the mountaintop, clutching the golden token, with “True Martial Emperor” and the sound of howling wind and snow still echoing in his ears.