I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 908: Chapter 603: The Blood Demon Cult Returns

Ice Extreme Pass Training Ground No. 2.

Thousands of Barbarian Warriors, dressed in uniform attire, were engaged in rigorous tactical exercises.

Xue Wu Yang stood atop a high platform, his voice echoing like a resounding bell, issuing one command after another.

The vast contingent moved like a finely tuned set of gears, sometimes separating and advancing, sometimes converging and regrouping, continuously transforming into disciplined battle formations.

The movements were not particularly fast, yet they were precise and synchronized, exuding an air of relentless training and lethal focus.

This group of once unruly Barbarian Warriors had, under Xue Wu Yang’s relentless training, shed their wild tendencies and taken on the true demeanor of soldiers.

Their abundant qi and blood surged, their postures tall as spears, their gazes steely as iron, every detail attested to their disciplined training.

After a long while, Xue Wu Yang abruptly waved down the battle flag.

“Hoo——”

The flag fluttered in the wind, resonating throughout the training ground.

The Barbarian Warriors collectively relaxed, resting on the spot, gasping for breath.

Xue Wu Yang descended from the platform, picked up a water bottle from the table, and took several gulps, easing his parched throat.

At that moment, his assistant hurriedly approached, holding a black envelope with a solemn expression: “Instructor, someone just asked me to give this to you, specifically instructed that you must open it yourself.”

Xue Wu Yang took the envelope, pinching it lightly with his fingers; the texture was thin, as if it contained a few photos inside.

Who sent this?

He furrowed his brows slightly.

Originally an orphan, since his wife’s tragic death and his son’s abduction by the Blood Demon Cult, he had no family left in the world, and almost all friends had severed ties.

Who would deliver something to him in this manner?

Without thinking further, he tore open the envelope and pulled out the photos inside.

In the next instant, Xue Wu Yang’s pupils contracted abruptly, his muscles tensed instantly, his fingertips turning white.

“Instructor, are you alright?” The assistant noticed his dramatic change of expression and hurriedly stepped forward in concern.

“I’m fine.” Xue Wu Yang took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging emotions, his voice uncontrollably heavy, “Where is the person who delivered this?”

“They left immediately after dropping it off, moved quickly.”

“Shi Tou.” Xue Wu Yang’s gaze was grave, tinged with a hint of urgency difficult to conceal, “Do me a favor. No matter what means, find that person.”

The assistant, seeing his expression, dared not probe further, nodded heavily: “Yes, Instructor, I’ll go now!”

With those words, the assistant left in a hurry.

The corner of the training ground reverted to silence, Xue Wu Yang lowered his head, once again looking at the photos in his hand.

The first photo showed a boy of about ten pinned to a chair, his face filled with fear, an arm pierced with a needle, and a nearby blood bag nearly filled with fresh blood.

The second photo showed the boy kneeling with a group of children of similar age, facing a fierce-looking man whose whip hung down on the boy’s back, clothing torn, several gruesome bloody marks shocking to the eye.

It was his son.

His only son.

Being drained of blood, being whipped, enduring tortures he dared not even imagine.

Blood Demon Cult!

It must be the Blood Demon Cult!

“Beep——Beep——”

The smart watch on his wrist suddenly beeped softly, an anonymous message popped up.

Xue Wu Yang scanned his surroundings, quickly walking to a secluded spot, and tapped open the message.

“Meet here in two hours. If you tell anyone else, you will lose your son forever.”

At the end, there was a series of coordinates for Mingwang Planet.

Xue Wu Yang quickly locked the position on the map—three hundred kilometers outside Ice Extreme Pass City, in a desolate uninhabited area.

Blood Demon Cult… meeting…

He struggled to maintain his composure, but thinking about the hardships his son faced under demonic hands, his mind was a chaotic mess, his heart gripped by an icy hand.

“Instructor.” A Barbarian Captain approached respectfully and asked, “Do you want the training to continue?”

Xue Wu Yang instinctively flipped the photos face down, pressed his dry lips together: “Let Mu Ya lead the team. He has trained with me for so long, he should be able to handle it alone.”

Mu Ya was the third-ranking figure in the Barbarian Battle Group, only below Terreda and Xiong, born in the Winter Tribe, thriving in the icy terrain of Mingwang Planet, now a genuine Tier Six Warrior.

The Military Lord had recently arranged for Mu Ya to learn by his side. This person was diligent in attitude, advancing rapidly.

At this moment, Xue Wu Yang had no heart for training, so he let Mu Ya take over.

“Yes!”

The Barbarian Captain saluted, quickly ran to Mu Ya’s side, and whispered the instructions.

Upon hearing, Mu Ya’s eyes sparkled with happiness, he looked at Xue Wu Yang from afar and saluted.

Xue Wu Yang, amidst his tumultuous thoughts, barely nodded before hastily departing the training ground.

Unnoticed by him, in various hidden corners of the training ground, numerous miniature cameras quietly operated, recording his earlier loss of composure, the child’s silhouette in the photos, and the dramatic change in expression—data that was analyzed and ultimately transmitted to Robert.

…

Snow and wind filled the skies, piercing cold.

Xue Wu Yang braced against the fierce wind, stepping into the dark, deep cave.

“You’ve arrived.”

In the dim light, a figure slowly emerged.

This person was not tall, wearing a white cold-resistant suit, indistinguishable from the recent influx of survey personnel at Ice Extreme Pass, but with an icy iron mask on his face.

Xue Wu Yang instantly activated his spiritual power, trying to penetrate the mask and glimpse the true visage, yet was blocked by a layer of spiritual power.

“Don’t waste your effort,” the masked figure spoke indifferently.

Xue Wu Yang stared at him intently, his voice hoarse and trembling: “Where is my son? What does the Blood Demon Cult want?”

“Instructor Xue, there’s no need to be so eager.”

The masked figure chuckled lightly, “To find out your son’s whereabouts, or even to reunite father and son, is not difficult. However, you need to do me a favor.”

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