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June 3.
Chen Qing checked his ice cellar at least two times a day.
He always felt it was somewhat unreal.
The spirit stones came so quickly, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
It had been seven or eight days of bountiful harvests, yet Chen Qing still felt like he was living in a dream.
Only by inspecting them twice a day could he find some peace of mind.
"I need to have Xuanping come over to sell the spirit wine."
"In the meantime, summon all the production cultivators from Cold Mountain City."
"At present, there are still too few production cultivators, having more would allow us to cultivate better spiritual medicine."
Chen Qing sent a letter, consumed over a thousand pounds of spiritual medicine, then commenced refining its potency and enhancing his cultivation progress.
Only after this did Chen Qing open his eyes, preparing for the day's agenda.
