Interstellar Farming: I Make Potions and Climb to the Top

Wen Yuebai was so enraged she snatched a vase from a nearby table and hurled it at Di Youlin. The vase, made of Star Sand Glass, shattered with a CRASH against his head. The fragments sliced open his scalp, and bright red blood streamed down.

"Nothing to do with us? I gave birth to you, raised you, and poured my heart and soul into you, yet you dare say this has nothing to do with me! If I hadn’t helped you hide it, hadn’t done everything in my power to suppress your half-beastman features, you would have been sent to the Half-Beastman Tribe long ago! Do you have any idea what kind of life the half-beastmen lead there?"

"I did everything in my power to keep you from falling to that level! I put in so much effort, never imagining that in the end, you would debase yourself and willingly become someone’s slave. I would rather you have died on the battlefield than have a son who is a slave!" Mrs. Wen pulled a sword from out of nowhere and lunged frantically at Di Youlin’s heart.

For some reason, Di Youlin didn’t even try to dodge. He simply stood there, unmoving.

Just as the blade tore through Di Youlin’s clothes, Di Jingtian seized Wen Yuebai’s hand. "Yu Yu, calm down. Miss Ning, since you are here, why not come inside?"

Ying Yaoshi had anticipated that Ning Xuan’s Companion Spirit was Legendary Level and had locked down the information immediately. Coupled with subsequent intervention from an Extraordinary Influence, the news was completely suppressed. Therefore, even though Di Jingtian held a seat on the Elder Council, he knew nothing about it.

"Blades don’t have eyes. It’s quite frightening to see Mrs. Wen swinging a sword around in my home. I’d rather not get hurt." Ning Xuan said, looking at the wrecked reception hall, unable to suppress her anger.

The crystal chandelier lay smashed on the floor, scattering fine glass shards everywhere. Add to that the toppled bookshelves and the vases swept to the ground—the destruction was remarkably thorough.

"So, you’re Ning Xuan. You’re not bad-looking. Your Spiritual Power Level is quite high, and your Bloodline Talent is decent. Since you’re able to calm my son, your genetic compatibility with him must be high. Jingtian, I asked the Old Ancestor—even though Youlin’s genetic bloodline is flawed, as long as his partner’s compatibility is high enough, it’s possible for her to bear a child with a normal genetic bloodline for him." Wen Yuebai clutched Di Jingtian’s hand, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"As long as you bear a child for the Di Family, we will reward you generously," Wen Yuebai said to Ning Xuan with an air of superiority.

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? Get out of here, now!" Di Youlin grabbed for Wen Yuebai’s arm in frustration.

Ning Xuan was already familiar with this world’s rules regarding childbirth. On low-level planets, most women were either low-level Spirit Controllers or ordinary people who hadn’t awakened their spiritual power. Their calming power was very weak. As a result, women were typically responsible for bearing children, while men were the breadwinners. Women could choose to have children with different men, but a man could only support a single Contractor in his lifetime. In most cases, children took their mother’s surname.

Ning Xuan herself had been born of her mother, Ning Zilan.

On High-level Planets, female Spirit Controllers with a Spiritual Power Level of B or higher were rare and held high status. They were generally unwilling to bear the risks of childbirth. However, these women also possessed excellent genes and Bloodline Talents. To avoid wasting such superior genetics, the life sciences research department developed womb pouch implantation technology. This technique was an advancement of artificial womb technology and had long since matured after years of research. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Men could undergo a womb pouch implantation procedure for a chance to conceive. Although it was much more difficult than a woman’s pregnancy, the success rate could be increased by mastering certain techniques and investing more time.

Chen Nan, Lin Mo, and Yun Han had all been carried to term by their fathers.

However, Wen Yuebai had been the one to carry all of her and Di Jingtian’s children. The Wen Family, which she came from, were staunch supporters of women being the sole bearers of children.

"Let go, Youlin. Your mother makes a good point. It’s much easier for a woman to conceive than a man. As long as she can bear a child of the Di Family bloodline for you and entrusts the child to our care, we won’t interfere with what you do or how you live your life in the future." Although Di Jingtian was looking at Di Youlin, his words were clearly intended for Ning Xuan.

Di Jingtian was genuinely tempted by the proposal. He and Wen Yuebai were almost three hundred years old. After their previous children had all met with accidents one after another, they had struggled to conceive Di Youlin just to continue their bloodline. It was highly unlikely they could have another child.

’With Youlin’s talent,’ he thought, ’if Ning Xuan can bear a normal child for him, and we raise that child well, they will undoubtedly become exceptional.’

"Master Di, if you want a child so badly, have one yourself. It’s not like you can’t afford the womb pouch implantation surgery. And if you’re worried about getting pregnant at your advanced age, then for Di Youlin’s sake, I can offer some... friendly technical support. I’m not just bragging. My Alchemy skills are superb, and I’m also an expert in Ancient Acupuncture. Just let me work on you a bit, and I guarantee you’ll successfully conceive." Ning Xuan shot Di Youlin a look that could kill before striding into the reception hall, her face grim.

"Miss Ning, let’s not waste time with such unrealistic talk. Youlin’s genetic talent, Spiritual Power Level, and overall combat prowess rank among the best in the entire Federation. He is completely devoted to you. Don’t you think you should compensate us for that?" Having held a high position for so long, Di Jingtian naturally carried an oppressive, authoritative air.

"We originally came here to discuss the two of you forming a Contract. But since he’s being ungrateful, if you want Di Youlin’s Contract, you will do as we demand," Wen Yuebai said, as if this was perfectly reasonable.

"Are you two insane? You’re the ones who used the ’greater good of the nation’ as an excuse to shove him on me in the first place! Hey, Chairman Wang, don’t go! You’re the one who saddled me with Di Youlin, so I’m giving him back to you! And this, take this controller device back too. Take him and those other two with you!" Ning Xuan shouted, stopping Chairman Wang, who had just rushed over after getting her message.

Di Youlin looked at Ning Xuan, his face a mask of grievance. His gaze made her feel a pang of guilt, and she quickly looked away. ’Di Youlin is pitiful, yes, but his parents are just too much to handle,’ she thought. ’I don’t want to get dragged into their mess.’

When Di Youlin saw that Ning Xuan refused to look at him, he took the initiative to walk up to Chairman Wang. "Let’s go, Chairman Wang."

"What do you think you’re doing?" A terrible premonition seized Wen Yuebai, and she rushed in front of Di Youlin to confront him.

"I’m going back where I belong, of course. My Master doesn’t want me, so my spiritual power won’t remain stable for long. The Controller Protection Association’s Training Institute... Room 701, on the seventh basement level. You’ve never been, but I hear you’re the one who picked out the room’s location."