I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 619 - 475: Visit of the Golden Clan, The Ruins Finally Open

"Boom boom boom——"

Inside the frigid cavern, waves of tremendous auras burst forth relentlessly.

Thanks to endless Dragon Blood provisions, The Shadow Division's members shattered their barriers successively, their bodies and Spiritual Energy surging dramatically.

A few saw their Spiritual Energy ripples explode, jumping two or three Stars at once; even more astonishingly, certain members vaulted straight from Tier Four to Tier Five, their Night Demon wings at the back growing denser and radiating a deeper shadowy essence.

Qin Tian and Li Qi observed by the Blood Pool as countless Night Demons unfurled wings, revealed sharp fangs, and huddled poolside to guzzle Dragon Blood, the atmosphere thick with Blood Qi and Dark Energy, evoking a mythical fiend den yet brimming with vibrant life force.

"Dragon Blood becomes a fixed reward in the exchange vault from here on," Qin Tian declared. "Monthly, every member gets 100 liters baseline of matching-grade Dragon Blood; merits earned allow requests for superior Dragon Blood exchanges."

He halted briefly, then continued, "Work with Poisonous Widow to perfect these guidelines."

As his followers multiplied, free resource handouts like before were impossible; a structured exchange setup was essential, mirroring the Empire’s Military Merit Points framework—clear, enduring, and efficient.

Recently, he’d built this resource swap system—core figures like Li Qi, Xiong, and Terreda enjoyed boundless supplies, but regular troops in The Shadow Division and Barbarian Battle Group had to fulfill quests for resources.

Daily duties granted essential provisions, while achievements yielded merit points for redeeming vital items from the vault.

His stockpile of resources stood impressively abundant now.

High-grade Elixirs from the Dongfang Clan purchases, master-forged Spiritual Ability Weapons, diverse Cultivation Techniques and Martial Techniques, expansive Space Equipment, plus personal weapon upgrade slots... Should the vault miss member-desired goods, requests went to Poisonous Widow’s logistics team for market sourcing.

This approach ensured equity while sparking team-wide drive, cultivating a spirited rivalry vibe.

"Yes, boss," Li Qi affirmed with a nod; though Shadow Division needed merits for Dragon Blood swaps, as core leadership, he skipped those constraints.

The boss had previously supplied him vast Tier Six Dragon Blood stocks for unrestricted cultivation.

Supported by Dragon Blood and Ice Marrow Ointment, he felt assured of hitting Tier Seven in just a few years.

Qin Tian surveyed the area; most were still lost in Dragon Blood absorption bliss, a shift bound to persist another hour or two.

"Fine, watch over here; I’m heading back to Ice Extreme Pass for duties."

"Got it, boss, I’ll manage everything," Li Qi replied, eyes scanning the breakthrough Night Demons of The Shadow Division, brimming with pride.

This wave of advances would elevate The Shadow Division’s power to new heights, smoothing future intel webs across Mingwang Planet and nearby Royal star belts.

Qin Tian fell silent, summoned a Gate of Space with a gesture, and vanished into it from the icy cavern instantly.

...

Unlike over a month prior, Ice Extreme Pass shed its barren outpost look of mere ice huts and drifts; it thrived now as Mingwang Planet’s hottest "hub".

The former compact stronghold for barely ten thousand had stretched walls kilometers farther, new barriers clad in frost-proof alloy etched with Spiritual Energy runes to repel blizzards and repel Mid-Low Tier Snow Beast assaults.

Within, a total revamp unfolded, snow-blocking barriers everywhere; ice shacks gone, swapped for neatly arrayed structures in scenic layout.

A seven-floor edifice at street’s bend bore a "Warm Stove Hotel" plaque, windows glowing cozy amber, mingled now and then with patron chuckles.

At the roadside stood a tavern decorated with dried beast bones dangling at its entrance; swinging the door wide released the rich fragrance of malt wine, as mercenaries and merchants clustered at tables, quaffing steaming wine amid talks of prospects on Mingwang Planet.

Shops lined the area too, hawking ores, energy crystals, and cold-weather equipment, their clear display cases at the front brimming with items that lured passersby in insulated garb to halt and browse.

Broad avenues gleamed under smooth alloy paving, scrubbed to a shine, where supply-hauling hovercars drifted past leisurely now and then, emblazoned with faction symbols like the Empire Academy crest and badges from elite Golden Clans.

Streets bustled not just with black-uniformed soldiers on patrol but also throngs in assorted attire.

Merchants sported sharp suits bearing guild pins on their chests, striding along while negotiating partnerships; Spiritualists donned flexible combat outfits, weapons slung at hips and snow beast carcasses gripped in hands; backpack-laden civilians, drawn by word of Mingwang Planet's growth, played tourists snapping shots of remote ice peaks with devices, sometimes querying patrolling guards for routes to attractions.

Inside the pass, the landing zone hummed with energy, orderly ranks of hundreds of varied flying vehicles parked, some disgorging cargo while others settled carrying fresh arrivals.

Qin Tian wandered the street enveloped in vibrant clamor—the merchants' bargaining calls, tourists' awed outbursts, tavern guffaws, and the deep rumbles of ascending flying devices. This lively chorus wove together, shattering the former frigid isolation of Ice Extreme Pass.