Beast Taming Patrol

Without a pet beast, can humans solely by themselves possess such power?

As a combatant who had experienced countless battles on the border front, Xing Yun instantly realized what kind of transformation such a gift could bring to the border warfare.

His hands trembled as he took the piece of paper that Lin Su handed to him, as if the light sheet weighed over a thousand pounds, he scrutinized it carefully, as though committing every single word to memory.

Seeing Xing Yun safely put away the formula, Lin Su sighed in relief.

This formula wasn't the copy Lin Zhantian had given him, but one he had transcribed himself, with all of the handwriting his own, making the explanation of its origin easier. Explore more adventures at empire

The differences in terminology and proper nouns between Blue Star and the Divine Martial World had also been converted by him in the process, making it easier for the people here to understand the formula's content.

The formulas for Strength-Nurturing Liquid and Bone Tempering Liquid entailed the use of a complex array of supernatural resources, but their value was not high; the highest among them was only a third-level resource, with the others being common types of first-level and second-level resources.

With the raw materials collected according to the formula, one could produce dozens of doses of Strength-Nurturing Liquid and Bone Tempering Liquid.

Thus, it was truly an item that could be popularized.

"Just these resources can do it?!" After carefully reviewing the listed resources, Xing Yun looked even more astounded. He treasured the formula, tucking it close to his chest like a precious gem of immense value, "No, this is too significant. I can't make this decision, I must see the commanding general right now!"

"Alright, instructor, you go ahead, I won't be coming," Lin Su quickly nodded.

Xing Yun: "???"

You bring out the formula, yet you're not coming?

"Don't look at me like that," Lin Su shrugged, "The formula is very detailed. Just follow it, and you can easily replicate the same liquid. Have someone test it, and you'll know whether it's effective or not, so it doesn't make much of a difference whether I am there."

He gave the formula to Instructor Xing to avoid trouble.

Otherwise, when asked about the origin of the formula, he would have had to make up a story.

By simply running away with Qin Nan, he wouldn't have all these troubles.

"You little rascal..." Xing Yun's expression turned peculiar.

He faintly guessed the reason why Lin Su refused to accompany him.

"Fine, then I'll go to the commander right now," Xing Yun said helplessly as he shook his head.

With the formula in hand, he felt it burning his palms. Such an important item had to be given to someone at Nan Yue Ran's level as soon as possible.

"Be careful on your way, I won't see you off," Xing Yun said before swiftly heading to the command headquarters.

"Okay." Lin Su nodded, then suddenly remembered something and called out loudly, "Instructor Xing!"

"What is it?" Xing Yun stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"You said earlier that all squads from this session of the preparatory camp had finished their missions..." Lin Su's expression grew a bit solemn, "How high is the mortality rate for this session's joint preparatory camp?"

Xing Yun fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "5.1%."

"So many cadets have died?!" Lin Su couldn't help but exclaim.

He had previously heard nothing about the deaths of any preparatory camp cadets, so he had assumed the mortality rate for this session would be lower.

Why... was it still above 5%?

His complexion turned a shade paler.

So... many of the Mountain City University freshmen had died in the joint preparatory camp even before starting their college life?

"Not a single student from the joint preparatory camp died," Xing Yun shook his head, "Not just this session, but the past twenty or more sessions have never had any deaths."

"Then what about the mortality rate?"

"What, we instructors don't count as part of the joint preparatory camp?" Xing Yun waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's not talk about this now, I must go."

"Hopefully, we'll have the chance to meet again in the future!"

He jogged away, heading towards the command headquarters.

Lin Su stood there, watching as Xing Yun's figure gradually disappeared from sight, stunned for a long time without recovering his senses.

Instructors... are also members of the joint preparatory camp...

Over the past twenty or so sessions, not a single student from the joint preparatory camp had ever died...

The deceased from each session of the joint preparatory camp were only the instructors...

The mortality rate for the instructors of this session of the joint preparatory camp was...

56.1%.