I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Qin Tian’s eyes sparkled with energy, and in just a few bites, he consumed the entire fruit. Immediately, he clearly felt the astounding changes occurring inside his body—his meridians, with torrents of Spiritual Power, seemed to grow denser, more refined, as if tempered over from numerous rigors; all three hundred sixty acupuncture points gleamed like polished Spirit Jade, projecting a lustrous glow. Every pore greedily absorbed the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, doubling his absorption efficiency over before!

He knew full well what these changes signified—this wasn’t merely a temporary boost in Cultivation but a fundamental optimization of his cultivation physique.

From now on, every cycle, his cultivation effects would surpass those of the past.

”Thank you.”

Qin Tian clasped his fists in gratitude.

The ancient tree’s branches and leaves gently swayed, producing a rustling sound, as if responding to his gratitude.

Even before meeting the elder, a gift had already been received.

To this, Qin Tian could only say—

The Dongfang Clan, how generous!

Dongfang Mingyu did not immediately consume the fruit but put it in his pocket and continued leading Qin Tian deeper into the ancestral mansion.

Soon, the two stopped in front of a wooden house.

”Elder Ke, I’ve brought Qin Tian here.”

Dongfang Mingyu said respectfully in front of the house.

”Alright, come in.”

A slightly aged voice came from inside.

”Yes!”

Dongfang Mingyu gently pushed open the door and led Qin Tian inside.

The wooden door creaked softly as Qin Tian followed Dongfang Mingyu into the house.

Inside, the light was soft, with the faint fragrance of grass and wood filling the air. By the window, an elder dressed in a simple long robe was attentively watering a pot of spirit plant on the table with a jade pot.

The spirit plant was wholly verdant, its leaves sparkling like emeralds. As water droplets fell, it gently swayed, as if enjoying the elder’s care.

Hearing the sound, the elder looked up, and only then did Qin Tian see his appearance—a head of jet-black long hair casually tied at the back, not a trace of gray, yet his face bore the marks of time, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead etched deeply like carvings.

However, the most striking were his eyes.

Aged, profound, yet clear as an ancient well, as if they had endured millennia of storms, seen through the rise and fall of worldly affairs, yet distilled the purest wisdom.

When his gaze fell on Qin Tian, Qin Tian felt completely seen through, as if all secrets were laid bare before those eyes.

”Qin Tian, sit.” Dongfang Ke put down the jade pot, his voice gentle.

Dongfang Mingyu respectfully exited the room, and Qin Tian quietly saluted before sitting cross-legged on the cushion opposite the elder.

The room fell silent, save for the spirit plant gently swaying in the breeze, its leaves rustling as if whispering.

Dongfang Ke looked at Qin Tian, a slight smile on his face:

”Indeed, heroes emerge from the young. I reckon your age is about the same as that group of children.”

”Yes... not too different.”

Qin Tian silently added in his heart, only a twenty-year difference or so.

After all, I’m not even a year old yet.

Dongfang Ke chuckled and then his gaze fell on the green vine on Qin Tian’s wrist, saying:

”If I’m not mistaken, your symbiotic spirit plant should be the long-lost Soul-Devouring Demon Vine.”

Qin Tian nodded. With the Dongfang Clan’s research on spirit plants, recognizing the Soul-Devouring Demon Vine was no surprise to him.

He also wasn’t worried that the Dongfang Clan would covet the Soul-Devouring Demon Vine, as its most glorious feat was resisting ten Tier Eight Beastmen single-handedly, whereas in the Dongfang Clan, Tier Nine spirit plants definitely existed and possibly were not uncommon.

Dongfang Ke slowly said, ”In the past, the Dongfang Clan tried to trade with Dugu Feng for a segment of the Soul-Devouring Demon Vine, but unfortunately, the trade hadn’t been finalized when Dugu Feng died in battle, and the Soul-Devouring Demon Vine disappeared. Who would have thought it would reappear after a millennium?”

”Qin Tian, I’d like to trade three Silver Level Cultivation Techniques or Martial Techniques for a segment of the Soul-Devouring Demon Vine. Would you be interested in this deal?”

”I am willing!”

Qin Tian agreed without hesitation. Jie La’s segments were plentiful, and trading a mere segment for three Silver Level Cultivation Techniques or Martial Techniques was like a gift from the heavens for him.