Fruitful Yield

"I'm going to heal their wounds," Chen Xiaobei said as he withdrew some medicinal herbs from the Infinite Space Ring.

Back in the Northern Wilderness Starfield, Chen Xiaobei had drank the last bottle of Hundred Herbs Potion. To cure the injured prisoners fast, he would need to concoct a new batch of medicine as quickly as he could.

Luckily, Chen Xiaobei had cleaned out several treasuries prior to this, so his Infinite Space Ring was well stocked with medicinal herbs. In fact, they were all herbs of fine quality. 

With Chen Xiaobei's outstanding medical skills, it should be sufficiently effective even if he was unable to conjure medicine as effective as the Hundred Herbs Potion.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen for not only avenging us, but for also healing us. We will keep our promise and from today onwards, we will repay your kindness. We will be your slaves!"

The prisoners were impassioned.

"I, Xiahou Linyuan, from now on, belong to Mr. Chen!"