Interstellar Farming: I Make Potions and Climb to the Top

That long-lost feeling of freedom and power made him want to throw his head back and roar. Ning Xuan saw a complete change in Yun Han’s demeanor the moment she adjusted his collar’s settings. She much preferred seeing him like this—full of vigor—than in his previous, timid state.

"Contractor, I will go handle this matter first. I will return to thank you and... atone for my offense." With that, Yun Han’s face flushed slightly. He backed away slowly, only turning to leave after retreating a dozen or so steps.

Ning Xuan watched him go, an unconscious smile touching her lips. All things considered, this was only their second formal meeting. The first time they met, she had sent him straight to the Training Institute. She had expected their reunion to be unpleasant, but she could sense that Yun Han didn’t seem to harbor any resentment toward her.

She recalled the light that shone in his eyes after his restraints were released. She much preferred seeing him full of life like this, rather than in his previous, suppressed state.

’Atone, huh?’ Ning Xuan murmured to herself, the smile at the corners of her lips deepening. ’There’s no denying I’m very fond of Yun Han. Maybe it’s because that video from the Training Institute was so tempting, or maybe I’m just the type to be swayed by a handsome face. We’ve already established a spiritual connection, so it would only be natural for me to develop feelings for him, and for things to progress from there.’

Ning Xuan was in a great mood. After returning to her courtyard, she immediately looked up the Heavenly Might Corps on her Light Computer, prompted by what she’d just heard. The information confirmed the rumors. The Heavenly Might Corps was indeed founded by Yun Han. A wormhole crisis had recently erupted across three major battle sectors, and since the Heavenly Might Corps was stationed near one of them, they were naturally deployed as reinforcements. They had suffered heavy losses.

Although the Heavenly Might Corps was an Independent Corps, it was still officially part of the Federation Military Department and held a formal commission. The corps was originally founded to respond to sudden crises in the Federation’s border Star Domains. Thanks to Yun Han’s personal charisma and strategic vision, he quickly forged it into an elite fighting force. Because it was a formally commissioned unit, it was nominally subject to deployment orders from the Military Department. With the outbreak of the wormhole crisis, the Heavenly Might Corps was urgently dispatched to the battle sector as support, which was how so many of its members got injured.

However, compared to other military corps, Independent Corps enjoyed much greater autonomy. Barring sudden, urgent missions like this one, the Heavenly Might Corps was simply required to defend its post, and the Military Department rarely interfered in its internal affairs.

Of course, the trade-off for this greater autonomy was that their quotas for resource allocation and logistical support were much lower than those of other corps. During this wormhole crisis, the Heavenly Might Corps’ losses weren’t just equipment and supplies, but more importantly, personnel. Even a general of Qin An’s rank had become a casualty, which meant that no one who set foot on the battlefield had escaped unscathed.

A faint unease stirred in Ning Xuan’s heart. The case of medicine she had sent contained a full twenty thousand units. It sounded like a lot, but she had no idea how many people over there were injured.

At this thought, Ning Xuan called Yun Han directly on his Light Computer. The moment he answered, she said bluntly, "Yun Han, don’t worry about passing the medicine along. Just go back to the Heavenly Might Corps."

Hearing the first part of her sentence, Yun Han thought she had changed her mind. But the second part made his heart pound fiercely in his chest.

"I can go back?" Yun Han asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes. There’s no rush. Come back after you’ve taken care of things," Ning Xuan said. Now that she had made her decision, she was perfectly calm.

’Even though I haven’t been here long and don’t feel a strong sense of belonging to this world,’ she thought, ’it’s different for the people around me. I’m willing to provide medical support simply because I’ve accepted help from the Controller Protection Association. Yun Han has countless brothers-in-arms who have faced life and death with him. In a crisis like this, how could he possibly not be worried about them?’

It wasn’t just Yun Han. Ning Xuan went ahead and contacted Chen Nan and Lin Mo as well. Both were at the villa and rushed over to her courtyard as soon as they received her message. "The situation on the interstellar battlefield seems unstable," she said. "I know you’re both on leave, but if your units need you, feel free to go back. If they’re short on any medicine, I can also help prepare some."

Ning Xuan was only saying this to them because she had given Yun Han the medicine and time off. She remembered how loyally the two of them had served her without complaint, and it would seem unfair if she didn’t extend them the same offer.

"Contractor, the Second Legion is about to be deployed to the battlefield! I need a batch of Alienation Value Clearing Potions. Do you have any more?" The moment Lin Mo heard her offer, he sidled up to Ning Xuan and hugged her arm.

He had been in constant contact with his legion and knew their situation like the back of his hand. He’d seen Ning Xuan spending all her time on Alchemy Potions lately and had been racking his brain for a way to ask her for a batch for his unit. And now, she had offered it herself. ’Talk about perfect timing!’

Seeing how naturally and boldly Lin Mo made his request, Ning Xuan simply waved her hand and retrieved a case of medicine from her Space Button. "This case has twenty thousand units. Is that enough?" ’Suddenly,’ she thought, ’my stockpile from working nonstop for five or six days doesn’t seem like nearly enough.’

Lin Mo’s eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of twenty thousand units. "More than enough! Lord Contract Master, rest assured, the effects of this medicine will absolutely astonish them. I’ll be sure to bring back plenty of resources in exchange for you." ’The potions my Contractor worked so hard to make can’t be traded away for cheap,’ he thought.

Chen Nan was a Major General in the First Legion. The Star Domain the First Legion was garrisoned in was quite stable and hadn’t been affected by the current crisis. As a result, Chen Nan’s unit hadn’t issued any recall orders for personnel on leave.

"Contractor, the situation in my legion is stable for now. Thank you for your kind offer," Chen Nan replied respectfully.

「Early the next morning」

Ning Xuan went to the Controller Protection Association to provide medical support as invited. Once she had her equipment ready, a Flying Car sent by the Association was there to pick her up. Lin Mo and Di Youlin accompanied her to the Controller Protection Association.

The Controller Protection Association was already crowded with soldiers evacuated from the front-line battlefields. Some of the wounded were covered in bandages, while others were unconscious. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, punctuated by occasional pained groans. These were all soldiers with severe external injuries, requiring treatment from clinical doctors. They were sent for surgery, given blood transfusions, or placed in Treatment Pods as needed. These were not the patients Ning Xuan was there to treat.

A staff member escorted her directly into an elevator and up to the main hall on the tenth floor.