Interstellar Farming: I Make Potions and Climb to the Top

In reality, Ning Xuan was astounded when she woke up and saw Lan Xin’s Spiritual Power Value. Right at that moment, people from the Half-Beastman Administration Bureau came calling. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The vice-director of the Half-Beastman Administration Bureau was a winged, Flying Bird Series Half-beastman. Seeing Ning Xuan was like seeing a savior to him. With tears of gratitude welling in his eyes, he thanked her for establishing a spiritual connection with Lan Xin.

He thanked her for helping Lan Xin grow so much in less than a year, adding that he wanted to thank her on behalf of all Half-beastmen.

Then he began to explain how difficult life was for Half-beastmen. From the moment they reached adulthood, the collapse of their spiritual power and their Mutated Value spiraling out of control were like two time bombs, constantly threatening their lives.

Becoming slaves was a last resort for Half-beastmen. In reality, however, most Half-beastmen possess extremely strong natural physiques and are born warriors. As long as their mental state is stable, they can unleash immense Combat Power on the battlefield.

The problem was, many of them never even got the chance to set foot on a battlefield. Under these circumstances, they desperately needed a role model, a leader. With a Spiritual Power Value over 100,000 and an SSS-level Spiritual Power Level, Lan Xin was the perfect person for that role.

"Does it have to be somewhere far away? Can I come back when I’m not on the battlefield?" Seeing Ning Xuan’s firm resolve, Lan Xin knew this couldn’t be changed and asked tentatively.

"You can," Ning Xuan replied with a nod.

"Then what kind of combat record do I need to achieve to return to your side, Master, and never have to leave again?" Lan Xin asked, looking at Ning Xuan with anticipation.

"Your life has been too monotonous. Once you’ve witnessed the vastness of the starry sea and felt the allure of power and strength, you won’t be thinking like this anymore," Ning Xuan said with a faint smile.

"The collar I gave you contains my pheromones. I’ve also prepared plenty of medicine for you. If you run out, I’ll have more sent over."

"Thank you, Master. I’m already wearing the collar." Lan Xin undid a button on his shirt, revealing the distinctive blue collar.

Lan Xin had interrupted Ning Xuan’s meal, and the Attendants were already starting to clear the plates.

Even though it was cold, the food on the plates still looked and smelled delicious. These exquisite dishes had all been meticulously prepared by Nine-tailed. Lan Xin glanced awkwardly at Nine-tailed, who was standing in attendance. Because of his interruption, his master hadn’t been able to eat properly, and all of Nine-tailed’s hard work had gone to waste.

"I’m sorry, Master. I interrupted your meal." As Lan Xin spoke, the tips of his ears turned red, and he lowered his head in shame.

"It’s fine. Go pack your things and report to the Second Legion’s recruitment station. Try to establish a Half-beastman legion as soon as possible," Ning Xuan said with a wave of her hand.

Lan Xin had just left when Lin Mo arrived.

Seeing the uneasy look on Lin Mo’s face, Ning Xuan spoke first. "Are you going back to the military, too? I remember you said you took a year of leave. That should be about up now, right?"

Ning Xuan guessed this was what was making him so hesitant.

There was a provision in Federation law stating that for one year after establishing a spiritual power contract, the Contractor must remain by the Contractor’s side. For contracts involving low-level Spirit Controllers, this rule was intended to promote population growth. For High-level Spirit Controllers, it was meant to foster an emotional bond and, on the other hand, ensure the male Spirit Controllers received sufficient... comfort.

Of course, not many people actually enforced this rule strictly. As long as the two parties in the contract came to an agreement, no one would interfere.

"It’s not that, Contractor. My aunt and uncle—Yun Han’s parents—just contacted me," Lin Mo said, coming clean.

"Oh. So they found you. You’re relatives, aren’t you? It’s not like I’ve forbidden you from seeing family," Ning Xuan said with a light chuckle.

"Contractor, I’m not the one they really want to see." After saying this, Lin Mo fell to his knees.

"Say no more. Your leave is over anyway. Pack your things today and go back to your unit," Ning Xuan said, then got up to leave.

As Ning Xuan passed him, Lin Mo suddenly grabbed her legs. "Contractor, please, have mercy! Just let them meet once."

Lin Mo suddenly wrapped his arms around Ning Xuan’s waist and refused to let go.

"Have I shown you that video? Here, I’ve sent it to your inbox. Go find Yun Han right now. You two ’brothers’ can watch it together. If you still want to meet them after you’re done, then be my guest. I have no objections." The video Ning Xuan was talking about was the one Zhu Hongying and Yun Tianye had recorded when Yun Han was sent over in an Energy Cabin. Its main content was their promise to sever all ties with Yun Han and never see him again.

Ning Xuan had been feeling exhausted lately. Ever since she returned from school after receiving her award, she had been refusing all visitors.

If she didn’t, her front gate would have been trampled to bits by all sorts of guests.

After Lan Xin went to the battlefield, as one of the rare Half-Beastman Warriors, his every battle was recorded and monitored. In the beginning, his fights were practically a one-man show. The moment he made his move, the battle was basically over.

Soon, Lan Xin’s battlefield shifted from the planet’s internal Mist Forest to the interstellar battlefield. His military rank rose again and again, and the process was incredibly fast.

Lan Xin’s success gave countless Half-beastmen hope, especially those with powerful, innate bloodlines. Without exception, they all wanted to become Ning Xuan’s slaves.

Chairman Wang of the Controller Protection Association stood before Villa 17, pacing back and forth, unwilling to leave. Behind her were more than ten Half-beastmen who had just turned eighteen.

These dozen or so Half-beastmen had all been hand-picked from Half-beastman slave tribes across the lands. Chairman Wang truly hadn’t been able to refuse the requests, so she had no choice but to bring them to Ning Xuan to try her luck, hoping she might take one or two. As it turned out, she had been too optimistic.

Ning Xuan refused to see her at all.

"Contractor, are you still angry?" Yun Han asked, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. Ning Xuan had been angry and had not gone easy on him.

After watching the video his parents had left, Yun Han had still chosen to go out and meet them. He had come back to beg Ning Xuan for forgiveness.

"I’m not angry anymore. However, I will make sure they see these pictures." Ning Xuan flipped through the photos she had just taken on her Light Computer’s screen.

In one photo, Yun Han was hanging upside down, suspended by a Black-red Vine. The thorns on the vine wrapped around his ankles had pierced his skin, causing bloody blossoms to bloom on his fair complexion. Yun Han’s brow was furrowed, his face a mask of pain.

In another photo, Yun Han was blindfolded with a black silk scarf, his hands bound behind his back, kneeling in a room filled with instruments of torture.

The remaining photos depicted similar scenes.