Chapter 170: The Prototype of the Strongest Fire Army
A space-time disaster signifies the opening of a space-time gate.
During its activation, violent spatial fluctuations ripple outward, disturbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding environment.
However, these effects weaken as the distance increases, eventually fading into undetectable waves.
This is why detecting a space-time disaster before it fully manifests was once nearly impossible.
Only after suffering devastating losses did humanity construct sentry towers and deploy advanced detection formations, merging modern mechanical technology with ancient formations to detect such events in advance.
This was the current situation.
The opening of the space-time gate had been detected and reported, triggering alerts across the new campus of Hongwu University.
Fortunately, the campus was isolated from residential areas—there was no need for mass evacuations.
Jiang Tian glanced at his phone, then calmly returned his focus to the dish in front of him.
"Boss Jiang, are we really staying here?" Tian Yundong asked, his voice laced with curiosity and concern.
Jiang Tian continued working on the Ice Crystal Bird meat, nodding.
"We don't know the situation yet. If we rush over now, we'll just be adding to the chaos."
"Let's wait for official updates and do what we can."
With that, Jiang Tian placed the processed meat into his space ring and turned toward the others.
"Continue handling the Red Pig Tribe. I need as much braised meat prepared as possible."
"Also, notify the experimental class to come help. Once the meat is ready, package it immediately and send it to the garrison base near the space-time gate."
As Jiang Tian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, his blood energy surging outward, transforming into roaring flames.
In an instant, specialized stoves ignited, and pre-prepared marinades in massive pots began to boil.
Jiang Tian had anticipated this.
He had already prepared vast quantities of marinade, making it easier to braise large amounts of meat quickly.
These braised dishes, cooked with Red Pig Tribe meat, were not only delicious but also highly nutritious.
Vacuum-packed for preservation, they could be eaten cold or reheated, making them ideal rations for the garrison soldiers.
Eating them would:
1. Replenish blood and qi
2. Aid cultivation
3. Speed up recovery from fatigue
4. Provide comfort and morale on the battlefield
Jiang Tian had already received too many favors from the human race.
Whether it was his teacher's protection, the special resources provided by Ji Qiudao, or the state-funded special canteen, he owed a great debt to humanity.
This special canteen alone was no small investment.
Everything—from the high-quality cooking equipment to the steady supply of exotic ingredients—came from state resources.
Jiang Tian never needed to hunt his own aliens—the best ones were delivered straight to him.
Though fresh hunting had its charm, the ease and efficiency of this arrangement was undeniable.
He was being taken care of.
So, as someone enjoying these privileges, it was only natural that he fulfilled his obligations.
He didn't need to fight on the front lines—he just needed to do what he loved.
Cooking.
The more people who ate his food, the more grateful they became.
This, in turn, enhanced his talents, making him a better chef.
It was a perfect cycle—mutual benefit, a win-win situation.
At this moment, Jiang Tian unleashed his full strength, igniting every stove in the special canteen.
Massive steam clouds filled the kitchen as dozens of massive pots bubbled with braised meat, sending waves of rich aroma into the air.
Soon, students from the experimental class arrived.
Without needing any instructions, they immediately:
Put on aprons, hats, and masks
Washed their hands and sanitized their workstations
Took their assigned roles in ingredient prep, monitoring heat, and stirring the braising pots
Managed vacuum sealing and packaging for delivery to the space-time garrison base
The kitchen was fully operational—a well-oiled machine, with Jiang Tian at its core.
Before long, the first batch of vacuum-sealed braised meat was sent out to the soldiers stationed at the base.
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Meanwhile, at the Space-Time Garrison Base
Word spread quickly.
Soldiers stationed near the new campus had already heard rumors about a special student at Hongwu University.
A student who could cook aliens—and whose dishes were stronger than Blood Qi Pills.
But many dismissed these rumors as exaggerated stories.
Until now.
When the first batch of braised Red Pig Tribe meat arrived, even the most skeptical warriors were left speechless.
A superior officer's voice roared through the garrison:
"Listen up! This is NOT ordinary food!"
"These dishes are made from the Red Pig Tribe—an elite race from the Red Realm!"
"They aid cultivation, heal injuries, and restore blood and qi faster than anything we've ever had!"
"When the space-time gate opens, eat the small rations first. After battle, eat the larger ones during recovery!"
"Do you understand?"
The soldiers exchanged stunned glances.
"Sir… are we really supposed to eat aliens?" one of them muttered.
But before anyone could question it further—
BOOM!!!
A violent explosion erupted, shaking the entire garrison base.
Alarms blared across the area.
Xue Xiao had just arrived at the base and stared at the massive mechanical space-time gate in front of her.
Inside the glowing metal frame, the spatial rift was beginning to destabilize.
The gate was opening.
And something… was coming through.
Xue Xiao sniffed the air, her brows furrowing.
A distinctly sweet aroma lingered in the wind.
It smelled… like flowers.
Huang Hui, standing beside her, exhaled a puff of smoke, his metal boxing gloves clanking together.
"Plant-based alien race?" he muttered.
Behind him, five elite teams of the Longteng Army—100 highly trained warriors—stood at full alert, gripping their weapons tightly.
Each of them had one hand on their combat gear—and the other holding a vacuum-sealed pack of braised meat.
The battle for Hongwu University's new campus was about to begin.