I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 789 - 551: Dark Moon, Soul Cutter

Swoosh

Qin Tian retrieved a blade from his space equipment. The moment it appeared, a piercing sharpness rapidly spread out.

The blade resembled a Tang sword, measuring three feet seven inches long, with a straight and slender blade, and sharp lines.

The blade was forged from starmetal, with a surface that gleamed a dim azure color, and densely packed black cloud patterns were etched along the back, extending from the hilt to the tip, resembling black flowing haze. At the end hung a spirit jade bead the size of a pigeon’s egg, emitting a gentle glow.

Upon seeing this blade, Leng Qianjun blurted out:

"Good blade!"

As a master of Sword Dao, he could instantly see the extraordinary nature of this blade. Beside him, Leng Xiaoyu couldn’t help but open her eyes wide, looking on in amazement.

"This blade is called the Azure Nether, Brother Leng, would you like to try it?"

Qin Tian smiled.

"Then I’ll gladly oblige."

Without any formality, Leng Qianjun reached out and gripped the hilt.

The moment he grasped the hilt, he felt a streak of spiritual energy quietly penetrating through the meridians in his palm, like an icy spring cutting through stone, clear and sharp.

He slightly tightened his grip on the hilt, the entire blade’s dense weight fully conveyed, yet it strangely harmonized with his own spiritual energy.

In the next second, an extreme chill and sharpness suddenly burst from deep within the blade, charging through his arm straight to his head—not a physical coldness, but an oppression from the level of the spirit, as if a fierce beast dormant for a millennium was confronting him across the blade.

"Huh?"

Leng Qianjun’s eyes narrowed, instinctively channeling a thread of will to probe into the blade.

Upon probing, he touched the core of that hidden power

The blade spirit!

It was a pure, battle-born icy will.

Leng Qianjun had wielded many famed swords, yet never encountered a blade spirit as fierce and unyielding as this, as if evaluating the wielder’s strength, yearning to break free and drink blood.

"Such a strong blade spirit!"

Leng Qianjun marveled to himself, unconsciously channeling more spiritual energy and divine thought, attempting to form a deeper connection with the blade spirit.

In that instant, the blade trembled violently, emitting a low, suppressed blade hum, akin to the growl of a primordial fierce beast, causing faint ripples in the surrounding air.

Beside him, Leng Xiaoyu instinctively stepped back half a step, her face pale, just feeling the freezing pressure emanating from the blade, making even her breathing slightly labored.

The black cloud patterns on the back of the blade grew brighter, a bluish-golden glow crawling along the patterns and engulfing the blade, a phantom surged within the blade.

The phantom had a sharp head and scaly body, eyes gleaming with a cold glint, like an azure spirit dragon, revealing only a corner yet already exuding a voracity to devour everything.

Leng Qianjun felt a shiver in his heart, this blade spirit was too fierce, without acknowledging a master, he dared not easily touch the core of the blade spirit.

"Brother Leng, what do you think of this blade?"

Qin Tian smiled as he looked at Leng Qianjun.

Without hesitation, Leng Qianjun praised: "A good blade!"

The blade was undoubtedly excellent, several grades superior to the sword he currently carried, that was indisputable.

"Then, I wonder if this blade could be exchanged for your two of the Ten Great Guns?" Qin Tian asked.

Hearing this, Leng Qianjun was silent for a moment before slowly saying:

"Brother Qin, ever since I can remember, I’ve had a particular fondness for firearms. As a child, in order to practice shooting, I even neglected the cultivation of spiritual energy and martial techniques. My elders often reprimanded me for it, but I never gave up. Any rune spear available on the market, I surely have one in my arsenal, and as my strength grew, ordinary rune spears could no longer satisfy me, so I set my sights on the Ten Great Guns."

"Over the years, with great effort and significant cost, I acquired two of the Ten Great Guns. These two guns are the most precious treasures I’ve collected so far, and parting with them is truly difficult."

"Brother Qin, how about you name a price, and I buy the Azure Nether Blade from you?"

Hearing this, Qin Tian shook his head, "Brother Leng, if I wanted to sell, why would I need to transact with you privately? I only want those two of the Ten Great Guns."

"Moreover, Brother Leng, these two guns have been gathering dust in your arsenal for years without seeing bloodshed. For the Ten Great Guns, is this not also a form of cruelty and sorrow? If you truly love guns, you should find owners who are suited to these guns."

Upon hearing this, Leng Qianjun slightly raised his brow:

"Brother Qin, are you saying that you are more suited to these two of the Ten Great Guns than I am?"

Qin Tian replied calmly, "Yes."

Hearing this, Leng Qianjun felt a bit displeased.

It must be known, he played with guns since childhood, possessing an innate talent and level of control over firearms.

At the age of ten, his spear technique had already surpassed those so-called "gun gods" in the army.

And rune firearms, difficult for ordinary people to control, he only needed to fire a few shots for practice to reach a level that ace marksmen couldn’t attain in years.

Even with the Ten Great Guns, they had never gathered dust in his hands.

With these two of the Ten Great Guns, he had killed several Tier Six Spiritualists and a Tier Seven Snow Beast.

He didn’t believe anyone in the Empire was more qualified than he to wield the Ten Great Guns.

Seeing Leng Qianjun’s expression, Qin Tian suddenly smiled and said:

"Brother Leng, why don’t we make a bet? You bring out those two guns. If they choose me over you, then we’ll complete the transaction. If I fail, I will sell you the Azure Nether Blade at a friendly price."

"It’s a deal."

Leng Qianjun immediately agreed, feeling rejoiced inside.

You rascal

Who gave you the courage?

Having owned the two guns for years, he frequently nurtured the gun spirits with treasures, establishing a close bond. The two gun spirits were also willing to call him master.