I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 421: Chapter 361: Blood Spirit Bead, Blade Soul Awakening (Part 2)

“Push harder.” Qin Tian shouted lowly, as the Emperor’s Power of the Divine Weapon within him poured out without reservation.

A golden torrent roared within the blade, washing over every inch of it. Suddenly, the Black Frost Blade let out a clear dragon’s roar, trembling violently, then escaped Qin Tian’s grasp and floated mid-air.

The dark patterns on the blade illuminated completely, forming a complex golden network that enveloped the entire sword.

An icy and piercing cold emanated from the blade, creating dense white frost in the surrounding air, only to dissipate instantly upon touching the golden network.

At this moment, a moment of clarity passed through Qin Tian’s eyes. He abruptly withdrew his hands, no longer infusing power, but instead, calmly observed the changes in the blade.

Boom!

The Black Frost Blade suddenly exploded with a glaring black and white light, the black as deep as the night, the white as sharp as the frost, the two colors intertwining, forming a black and white tornado.

In the center of the tornado, a humanoid silhouette slowly materialized—a blade soul clad in black armor with an indistinct face, surrounded by ice crystals and black mist, gripping a miniature battle sword identical to the Black Frost Blade, exuding bone-chilling coldness and unrivaled sharpness.

“So this is the soul of the Black Frost?” Qin Tian looked at the shadow, a hint of marvel flickering in his eyes.

The blade soul slightly raised its head, and the instant its gaze met Qin Tian’s, transformed into a stream of light and submerged into the blade.

The tremors of the Black Frost Blade gradually subsided, the black and white radiance on the blade’s surface quietly diminished, leaving only a layer of warm, lustrous light flowing as if fine black jade infused with life, with every inch of it gently breathing.

Qin Tian reached out and grasped the hilt, an extraordinary connection instantly spread between him and the blade—like an added sensory vein, clearly touching upon the existence of the blade soul, and discerning the peculiar abilities hidden within.

The first characteristic of the blade soul is the fundamental essence of all swords—sharpness.

The Black Frost was renowned for its sharpness, and after the awakening of the blade soul, this trait was pushed to its utmost.

Qin Tian could even feel that the blade seemed to harbor an invisible “slashing principle,” which, even when sheathed, exuded an indestructible fierceness.

The second characteristic is the “frost freeze” power surrounding the blade.

This is by no means ordinary low-temperature freezing, but a special effect acting directly on the energy plane—each time the blade cuts through, it leaves a frost mark on the enemy, slowing their spiritual energy circulation.

What’s more intriguing, if the blade causes bleeding injuries, the frost effect would spread along the blood, with the freezing power surging by thirty percent, akin to an unshakable affliction.

These two main traits left Qin Tian very satisfied.

He possesses numerous talents and doesn’t need the Black Frost to awaken any fancy abilities, the sole requirement is ultimate sharpness—sharp enough to cut through any obstacle.

As for this frost freeze trait, it was purely a pleasant surprise. It can continuously disrupt the opponent’s energy control in weapon clashes, and the longer it drags, the more sluggish the opponent’s moves become.

With this, he can either use the unmatched sharpness to swiftly strike the enemy’s vital point with thunderous momentum or use frost freeze power to slow down the fight, wearing down the opponent like a dull knife carving meat.

Such two completely different combat tactics were flawlessly unified with the awakened blade soul of the Black Frost Blade.

“I need to find a worthwhile opponent to thoroughly test the power of the blade soul.”

Qin Tian tightened his grip, the Black Frost Blade responded with a cold and eager sensation, seemingly thirsting for blood. A gleam of expectation burned in his eyes—when testing a blade, naturally, you need to find a strong enough opponent, at least one with a sturdy shell.

If a single slash could decapitate, it wouldn’t do justice to the newly awakened sharpness.

With a thought, he released his divine thought, and the winds and grass moves within hundreds of kilometers vividly appeared in his mind.

In just a few breaths, a massive presence entrenched in the crevice of a volcano fell within his perception.

“This is it.”

Qin Tian’s lips curled into a smile, ripples appeared in the void before him, and a pitch-black gate of space slowly unfolded.

He stepped through, and in the next second, he was standing on the brim of a massive volcano bubbling with magma.

Beneath him, a Purgatory Dragon Turtle lay crouching at the volcano’s mouth.

This creature’s size rivals that of Xiaoshan, with a back shell in a dark golden color, covered with twisted lava veins, resembling countless solidified volcanic magma. Each shield plate is about ten feet square, edges protruding like ferocious bone spurs; the abdominal shell shines with an obsidian-like luster, with occasional wisps of sulfur smoke seeping through the gaps; four thick, short limbs covered with heavy scales, claws deeply embedded into rock, carving four deep grooves into the volcano’s crater; its head is like that of a dragon, yet not quite, with wrinkled skin covered with fine red scales, and a pair of amber vertical pupils burning with ghostly fire, slowly rising to lock onto the unexpected guest above.

From its aura, this is a Tier Six Dragon Turtle. With the characteristics of a Dragon Turtle, even at Peak Tier Six, it’s hard to shake its shell. Such a demon is undoubtedly the best whetstone for testing blades.

“Roar——”

The Purgatory Dragon Turtle sensed Qin Tian’s presence, a low growl rolled from deep in its throat, erupting with sulfur-laden heat.

It suddenly opened its massive mouth, a thick dark red flame breath shooting skyward like a fire dragon, scorching the air it passed through, causing even the space to ripple slightly.

Qin Tian swayed nimbly, easily dodging the flame breath, landing on the Dragon Turtle’s plaza-like back shell.

He gripped the Black Frost Blade tightly, not using any Talent, nor injecting a bit of Spiritual Energy, merely relying on his physical strength, swinging the blade in an arc.

“Slash!”

The blade edge, accompanied by the sound of wind being torn, heavily hacked onto the Dragon Turtle’s back shell.

“Clang——!”

A piercing sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the volcano, sparks flying everywhere.

Amazingly, without using any abilities, the Black Frost Blade managed to make a slight crack in that indestructible dark golden back shell, with trickles of lava-like blood seeping from the crack.

“Not bad.” Qin Tian looked at the crack, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Just this sharpness alone far exceeds before.

He took a deep breath, mentally reciting: “Soul of the blade, emerge!”

Buzz——

The Black Frost Blade suddenly emitted a clear hum, flowing black-and-white patterns appeared on the surface of the blade.

Then, a humanoid phantom slowly rose from the blade, the Blade Soul in black armor, with a blurry face. A bone-chilling cold surrounded him, his miniature battle sword slightly trembling, as if responding to Qin Tian’s Will.

The Blade Soul looked up at Qin Tian, nodded slightly, and then transformed into a stream of intertwined black and white light, rushing back into the blade.

In an instant, the Black Frost Blade burst into brilliant light, black and white colors swirling indefinably on the blade’s surface, as if an icy shadow-condensed dragon were swimming within the blade. The blade emitted a slight tremor, a far more grand and sharp aura spreading out, freezing the surrounding air into fine ice crystals, which silently vanished when touched by the Shadow Power.

Qin Tian could clearly feel the unprecedentedly tight connection between him and the Black Frost Blade, the sword seemed to become an extension of his arm, every bit of strength precisely transmitted to the blade.

“Let’s try this strike again!”

Qin Tian let out a low shout, fusing the Spiritual Energy and Blade Soul’s power perfectly, slashing down once more.

This time, the blade sliced through the air, leaving a black-and-white afterimage, carrying an unstoppable momentum, striking heavily at the previous crack.

There was no earth-shattering boom, only a slight “crack” sound.

The Purgatory Dragon Turtle’s incomparably hard back shell, sliced open like butter by the Black Frost Blade.

The sword momentum continued downwards, slicing this gigantic creature neatly from the center of its back into two halves.

Dark red blood mixed with lava gushed out, the Purgatory Dragon Turtle didn’t even have time to let out a cry before its head was chopped off by Qin Tian with a single slash.

At that moment, the ground behind Qin Tian cracked open, Jie La’s vines like spirit snakes drilled out, swiftly wrapping around the Dragon Turtle’s corpse. The verdant vines instantly turned blood-red, greedily absorbing the Dragon Turtle’s blood and energy. In just a moment, the massive body turned into a shriveled husk.

Qin Tian raised his hand to look at the Black Frost Blade, the blade surface as clean as new, not stained with even a trace of blood, only the flowing black-and-white patterns proving that the astonishing slash just now was no illusion.

“Blade Soul, you didn’t let me down after all.”

He smiled with satisfaction, sheathing the Black Frost Blade, turning to step into the Void Gate, disappearing above the volcano.