I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 589: Chapter 462: Planetary Governor, Thunder Tribulation Reincarnation Saber (Part 2)

Once Pluto becomes a habitable planet, it will not only alleviate population pressures on other planets but also open up new resources and economic growth opportunities. For the Empire, this is of epoch-making significance.

“I will report this matter to the Governing Council immediately and urge them to quickly send personnel to Pluto for an on-site investigation!” Yang Zheng said eagerly, already impatient to promote the matter.

Marshal Lin waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of deeper meaning: “No rush. First, let the Governing Council verify the feasibility of cultivating Cold Trees. If Qin Tian’s words prove true, and Cold Trees can indeed be planted on a large scale, then we can rightfully deploy troops to Ice Extreme Pass — after all, developing Pluto requires substantial military strength for protection.”

He shifted his focus, his gaze becoming profound: “We could even use the opportunity of Pluto’s development to propel Qin Tian to the position of Governor of the planet.”

What!

This statement hit Yang Zheng like a thunderbolt, his body shaking abruptly, his eyes full of disbelief.

The role of a planetary Governor is akin to a regional lord, holding military and political power over a planet. As one of the eight planets of the Royal star, the position is especially significant on Pluto.

If Qin Tian could ascend to this position, it would be tantamount to a meteoric rise, dramatically enhancing the influence of their faction on the Royal star.

But Qin Tian is, after all, fairly inexperienced. Even if the discovery of Cold Trees proves momentous, does he really have the qualifications to claim the seat of Governor?

Yet Yang Zheng knew that Marshal Lin never spoke without certainty, implying he had a plan in mind.

It seems I have seriously underestimated Qin Tian’s stature in Marshal Lin’s estimation~

Yang Zheng mused silently.

……

“Smack—!”

The crisp sound of a slap exploded in the lavish conference hall, as Inzaghi Luoho’s palm struck Alaya’s face fiercely.

The originally beautiful and fair cheek swelled instantly, the clear handprint tainted with purplish-blue, etching five finger marks like a brand on the skin.

Alaya staggered back some steps, unsteadily colliding with the stone pillar behind her, yet she dared not even cover her face, just kept her head bowed, long hair cascading down to cover her face, not daring to utter a single word in defense.

She was acutely aware that Inzaghi was of the Luoho Clan’s central direct lineage, wielding the military and political power of Soul Splitting Ice Valley, while she was merely a peripheral figure from the side branch — not just enduring a slap, but even more humiliating acts from Inzaghi, she could only silently endure without a hint of complaint.

“Speak! What exactly happened!”

Inzaghi’s eyes surged with fiery rage, the black spiritual energy around him fluctuating uncontrollably, causing the temperature of the entire conference hall to drop several degrees, “Dozens of Tier Six and over three hundred elites, gone just like that? Tell me, what on earth did you do!”

Alaya shivered all over, hastily raising her head, her voice carrying a tremor, recounting the events at Ice Extreme Pass in complete detail — from stepping into the spatial trap, the instant annihilation of hundreds of elites, encountering suspected Ten Great Guns snipers, successive falls of Tier Six powerhouses, to her fierce battle with Qin Tian, the Snow Beast horde blocked by the Leng Family, the whole process without the slightest concealment.

“Master, it’s not that your subordinate is incompetent!”

At last, Alaya hastily defended herself, her tone carrying an urgency, “Had it not been for the Leng Family suddenly intervening, Lu Yuan’s Snow Beast tide could have definitely flattened Ice Extreme Pass! Then, joined forces with Lu Yuan, killing Qin Tian would be easy!”

She thought this reason could absolve her, but what responded was another heavier slap.

“Smack!”

This slap was even more forceful, directly knocking Alaya away, causing her to fall heavily onto the cold marble floor, with blood instantly seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Inzaghi paced slowly to stand before her, looking down with contempt and disgust in his eyes: “You, a Tier Seven Holy Blood, got pushed back by someone of a lower tier? You’ve completely lost the face of the Luoho Clan!”

His foot planted on Alaya’s wrist, applying pressure, watching her tremble in pain but unwilling to make a sound, his tone becoming increasingly scathing: “A mongrel is always a mongrel, even with Holy Blood you can’t change the inherent worthless nature! You simply don’t deserve to possess the noble blood of Luoho!”

The words “mongrel” cut into Alaya’s heart like the sharpest blade.

She pursed her lips, her nails digging deeply into the palms, yet her face and eyes dared not betray a trace of resentment — she knew that any rebellious emotion would only invite even harsher treatment.

Seeing her dare not resist, Inzaghi’s anger slightly subsided, withdrawing his foot, coldly commanding: “Get out! Return to where you belong! If you screw up the task assigned to you, don’t ever step foot into Luoho Clan’s territory again!”

“Y-yes, Master.”

Alaya struggled up from the ground, head down, using her sleeve to wipe away the blood on the corner of her mouth, staggering out of the conference hall step by step, appearing particularly forlorn under the dim light.

The doors to the conference hall closed slowly, but Inzaghi’s face remained grim.

He moved to the window, gazing at the swirling snow outside, the ferocity in his eyes unabated — dozens of Tier Six Spiritualists were lost at Ice Extreme Pass, even with many talents under his command, it pained him.

“Side branches are indeed a bunch of trash.”

Inzaghi snorted coldly, in his view, Alaya’s defeat by Qin Tian was fundamentally not due to the Leng Family’s interference, but because her Holy Blood was impure.

The diluted Holy Blood of a side branch couldn’t even compare to some Golden Bloodlines.

If it were direct line Holy Blood from the clan, not to mention higher than Qin Tian by one tier, even at the same level or lower by several tiers, he could easily crush that kid!