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"Otherwise, should I open up a plot of farmland myself and grow some spiritual medicine to be self-sufficient?"
At this thought,
Luo Changfeng couldn't help wanting to give himself a thumbs up.
Who was he?
He was a descendant of Yan Huang, an heir to the dragon.
Farming, such a thing was imprinted in his genes.
Now that he had the opportunity to engage in it,
he naturally wanted to give it a try himself.
But where should he get the seeds for the spiritual medicine...
Luo Changfeng remembered that since he started practicing alchemy, he had only ever seen finished materials and never any seeds or seedlings of spiritual medicine.
"It seems, I will have to wait until that old man Fu Qiu comes next time to ask him..."
he thought to himself.
Afterward, Luo Changfeng poured himself another cup of cold tea.
He brought it to his lips and quietly started drinking.
...
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
