Interstellar Farming: I Make Potions and Climb to the Top

Ning Xuan didn’t say a word, so who would dare let anyone in?

Between the intimidating presence of Di Youlin and the staff, those who harbored certain ideas all fell in line.

Meanwhile, Yun Han took the medicine from Ning Xuan and boarded a Starship, rushing to the Heavenly Might Corps’ garrison. When he arrived, the atmosphere at the garrison was oppressive, and the air hung thick with the stench of blood.

Qin An roared furiously, "You all saw it! The bodies of soldiers who die after mutating are infectious! Our protective gear is useless against this kind of contagion. I’m ordering all of you to stay far away from the incinerator! That’s an order! Anyone who dares to approach without authorization will be thrown in and burned with them!"

Qiao Yu saw the dark aura swirling across Qin An’s face and grew frantic. He had just given Qin An a Suppressant Potion. ’Why does it look like the medicine had no effect on him at all?’

He remembered Marshal Yun’s last words before he hastily ended the call: send all soldiers with abnormal Mutated Values to the rear of the battlefield where the Purification Masters were gathered. He trusted Marshal Yun’s decision and, after hanging up, immediately arranged to send the men over. But to his dismay, the rear guard reported they were already at full capacity. With a constant stream of wounded still coming from the front lines, they simply couldn’t take anyone else.

With no other options, Qiao Yu sent people to Central Star to purchase Heterogenization Value Suppression Medicine and medicine for spiritual power rampages, but they couldn’t buy any.

He and Qin An could only watch helplessly as soldiers began to suffer from spiritual power rampages and complete mutation. Even some soldiers who had never been to the Insect Hole Battlefield began to show abnormal Mutated Values.

An investigation revealed that those who developed abnormal Mutated Values without ever going to the battlefield had all been in close contact with the corpses of soldiers who had died from complete mutation. Only then did they realize the bodies were infectious.

Afterward, they wore protective gear when handling the bodies, but they still got infected.

Intense panic spread through the garrison. The once orderly and disciplined corps descended into chaos. As they watched the number of people with rising Mutated Values grow, and saw complete Mutants killed after losing control, some soldiers tried to desert.

Qiao Yu stepped forward and announced that as long as the bodies of those who died from mutation were incinerated, the infection would not spread further. It was already standard military practice to cremate soldiers who fell on the battlefield and bring their ashes home, so no one objected to his proposal to burn the bodies to control the contagion.

Still, the men being burned were their close comrades, and it was only natural for some to be overcome with grief and reluctance.

The moment Yun Han arrived at the garrison, he heard Qin An’s furious roar from a great distance. At the same time, he sensed the poisonous miasma hanging in the air.

The region guarded by the Heavenly Might Corps had always had a poisonous miasma. However, it was low-level, and the soldiers stationed there long-term had long since developed an immunity to it. But now, the miasma seemed to have changed.

Qiao Yu watched Qin An’s condition worsen. ’Su Li and Zhu Yiyang are still out on a support mission and haven’t returned,’ he thought. ’If something happens to Qin An now, what am I going to do?’

Just as Qiao Yu was at his wit’s end, he suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power. He whipped his head around and saw him—the man he had been longing for day and night, Commander Yun Han.

Qiao Yu worried he was hallucinating, but before he dared to move, Qin An let out a cry. "Commander!"

Qin An scrambled forward and collapsed at Yun Han’s feet, clutching his leg and weeping. "Commander, you’re finally back! I knew you’d be alright! This is great, I can finally get some rest."

"Get up. What do you think you look like?" Yun Han chided in a cold voice.

"Yes, sir!" To Qin An, Yun Han’s rebuke was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. It was as if the fog in his chaotic mind had begun to clear.

"Marshal Yun, you’re finally back." The weight on Qiao Yu’s heart lifted instantly. In his memory, there was no problem Marshal Yun couldn’t solve. During the two years their marshal lay in a coma, they had come to realize just how easy their lives had been before.

The Independent Corps received pitifully few supplies from the Military Department. Most of the corps’ weapons, equipment, and resources had been earned by taking on missions under Yun Han’s leadership. But after he fell into a coma, they discovered that the lucrative missions they once accepted with ease were no longer available to them. All they could get were high-risk missions with mediocre pay.

Furthermore, the advanced equipment and Advanced Potions they had once acquired so easily were now almost impossible for them to obtain.

"Qiao Yu, pick ten soldiers whose Mutated Values are too high. Have these medicines administered to them," Yun Han instructed as he retrieved the case of medicine Ning Xuan had given him from his Space Button.

"Yes, sir." Qiao Yu didn’t hesitate for a moment. He immediately carried out Yun Han’s order, quickly selecting the ten soldiers with the highest Mutated Values from the ranks.

The surfaces of these soldiers’ bodies were already showing signs of mutation, and their eyes betrayed an irrepressible frenzy and agony. Qiao Yu knew that if they weren’t treated immediately, they would soon lose control completely and become complete Mutants.

With a wave of his hand, a medical team stepped forward. They took the medicines and administered the injections with clean, efficient movements. One of them, a medic, stared, mesmerized, at the brilliantly clear blue medicine in his hand. He was an Alchemist himself, and though his skill Level was average, his long years in the army meant he had seen a great deal. ’This medicine is so pure,’ he thought, ’completely free of impurities. I’ve never seen anything like it.’

The instant the medicine entered their bodies, the soldiers trembled visibly. It was as if a pure stream of power was rapidly spreading through them, suppressing the restless, mutating energy within.

The seconds ticked by. Qin An, Qiao Yu, and Yun Han all watched the ten soldiers intently, observing their changes.

At first, their breathing became ragged and their faces contorted in pain as a black mist rose from their skin. But after two or three minutes, their expressions gradually calmed, and the frenzy in their eyes began to fade.

After five minutes, the ten soldiers’ Mutated Values had stabilized within the safe range, and the physical signs of mutation began to recede.

"Marshal Yun, where did you find this medicine? It’s miraculously effective!" Qiao Yu exclaimed, marveling at the neatly arranged vials in the case. He looked at Yun Han with profound admiration.

"There’s plenty more medicine here. Gather all soldiers with dangerously high Mutated Values and administer the injections. As for the first group of ten, continue to monitor their condition to ensure there are no adverse reactions," Yun Han ordered in a low, steady voice.

"Yes, sir!" Qiao Yu responded at once, turning to make the arrangements.

"Marshal Yun, I—" Qin An started to say, but Yun Han cut him off by pressing a vial of medicine into his hand. "No more talking. Take this, then tell me how you feel."