Star Farming, the eldest lady relies on alchemy to counterattack

Chapter 321 Yun Han Spits Blood
"I didn't say that. I just want to know where Ning Xuan is now? You all clearly know that the person at the Second Legion headquarters is not Ning Xuan, so why did you keep it from me?" Yun Han was in great pain. He didn't know if this was a way for Yu Mingche and the others to isolate him, or if it was actually Ning Xuan's idea.

He desperately wanted to see Ning Xuan and ask her face-to-face what he had done wrong. She could do whatever she wanted to him, but she couldn't just abandon him like this without any explanation.
"Kneel down," Yu Mingche coldly uttered.

"What did you say?" Yun Han frowned, doubting that he had misheard. Although he was humble in front of Ning Xuan, it did not mean that others could bully him at will.

"Look what this is?" Yu Mingche produced a whip with a pure black handle and a body made of interwoven black and red vines.

When Yun Han saw the rattan whip in Yu Mingche's hand, his eyes widened, and he took a step back and knelt down.

He was very familiar with this vine whip; it was made by Ning Xuan from a branch of her plant pet, the Ghost Face Red Vine. Ning Xuan had used this whip to whip him countless times.

The fact that the vine whip appeared in Yu Mingche's hand meant that Ning Xuan had handed over the right to punish contractors to Yu Mingche.

Yu Mingche gently stroked the fine thorns on the vine whip with his slender fingers. The black and red interwoven whip body gleamed with a cold light. He raised his eyes to look at Yun Han kneeling on the ground, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

"You started shouting as soon as you entered, trespassing into the main courtyard without permission. I heard that the master even sent you to the training center to learn the rules. Is this the rule you learned?" Yu Mingche's voice was unhurried, but the rattan whip in his hand suddenly shot out and lashed Yun Han's shoulder with a "snap".

Yun Han was dressed in white, and when he lashed out with the whip, the clothes on his shoulders were quickly stained red.

Yun Han gritted his teeth, the familiar stinging pain sending a shiver down his spine. This vine whip was heavy yet flexible, its blade covered in barbs, and it hurt several times more than an ordinary whip when it struck him.

The second lash landed precisely on Yun Han's back, tearing a hole in his clothes. He could feel that Yu Mingche had deliberately controlled his strength, causing him excruciating pain but not actual injury.

The vine whip drew a graceful arc in the air, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound. The third lash followed immediately, striking the back once more, leaving another bloody welt.

Yun Han felt a burning pain in his back, but the pain carried a hint of Ning Xuan's presence, which inexplicably made him feel at ease.

The main body of the vine whip was a plant pet that Ning Xuan fed with her blood, so the vine whip naturally also carried Ning Xuan's aura.

Yu Mingche slowly walked around behind him, the tip of his whip lightly brushing against Yun Han's neck: "Two months ago, Senior Yun Tianye went to the Tianwei Legion headquarters to find you. You two stayed for a full half hour. I wonder what you talked about?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Han angrily turned around and questioned, "You're spying on me?"

“He is my father. We’ve met before, and Ning Xuan knows that. There’s nothing shameful about it,” Yun Han retorted.

When he returned from the new planet, he met his father once. That time, Ning Xuan had exhausted him to the point that he was almost on his last breath, and it took him more than half a month to recover.

Two months ago, his father met with him. When he returned that time, he had arranged the affairs of the military and was prepared to confess to Ning Xuan and be punished by her. However, he still failed to see Ning Xuan that time.

From that moment on, Yun Han became suspicious. It was Lin Mo who happened to return and stopped him.

Thinking of Lin Mo, Yun Han felt a surge of anger rising in his chest. Lin Mo knew about this too, but he was the only one who knew nothing. "Oh, you think there's nothing shameful about it? Do you remember that your father once tried to assassinate Ning Xuan?" Yu Mingche looked at Yun Han with sarcasm.

“My father did something wrong, and he has been punished. Now Ning Xuan is my sworn sister, and my father would never harm her again,” Yun Han retorted.

"Who can guarantee that? He has a criminal record."

"Before you feel wronged because you think we're hiding something from you, don't you first consider whether you're worthy of Ning Xuan's trust?" Yu Mingche really knew how to hit the nail on the head. These words made Yun Han's face turn pale instantly.

With a "poof," Yun Han actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

This startled Yu Mingche. Yun Han was still quite favored by Ning Xuan, and Ning Xuan didn't seem to distrust Yun Han. He had only taken the opportunity to whip Yun Han a few times and say a few words; surely that wouldn't have caused Yun Han to vomit blood?

If Ning Xuan finds out, will she think I'm bullying Yun Han?
"Yun Han, were you injured on the battlefield? With your physique, you shouldn't be vomiting blood after a few lashes, right?" Yu Mingche asked, looking at Yun Han's pale face.

Yu Mingche quickly contacted Feng Linran, asking him to investigate Yun Han's recent movements. Sure enough, Feng Linran soon found out that the Tianwei Legion headquarters had been attacked by alien beasts from the starry sky a few days ago. The beasts were numerous and powerful, and Yun Han was injured in the battle.

"Get him a doctor right away," Yu Mingche instructed Feng Linran.

“Isn’t Miss Ning the best doctor? Young Master Yun Han is injured, so why not go to Miss Ning for treatment? Miss Ning is his contract master, and no one else can treat him as well as Miss Ning. After all, compared to treatment and medicine, a contract master needs comfort from his contract master more when he is injured.” Feng Linran asked with some curiosity.

“You’re right, then we don’t need to look anymore.” Feng Linran really wasn’t very good at certain things. Yu Mingche had entrusted Feng Linran with many investigative tasks in order to find information about Ning Xuan, but Feng Linran hadn’t found a single clue.

Yu Mingche hung up the call, squatted down, and looked at Yun Han carefully. "Did you come back to have Ning Xuan treat your injuries? Are your injuries serious?"

Yun Han forced a smile, his voice low and hoarse: "...I won't die."

"Heh, stubborn as a mule." Yu Mingche sneered, gently pressing his fingertip against the wound on Yun Han's back. Yun Han immediately groaned, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.

Yu Mingche withdrew his hand, slowly wiping the blood from his fingertips. He took out a medicine bottle from his spatial storage. "Take this. This is medicine Ning Xuan gave you. No matter how serious your injury is, it will work."

"No need, you should keep it for yourself." Yun Han didn't take it, staggered to his feet, and sat down on the chair next to him.

“You won’t eat it? You don’t trust me? I can’t get you a doctor,” Yu Mingche said.

“I know we can’t reveal that Ning Xuan isn’t at the Second Legion headquarters, so we can’t do anything that might arouse suspicion,” Yun Han added.

"It's good that you know." Yu Mingche nodded.