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"It's over!" Chen Feng, a time traveler, sighed after hearing the new mission issued by Consul Lin Hai. The amount of elixir paid this year will be doubled from the previous one. If the amount is not reached, the handyman disciples like them will be sent to Duanhun Cliff for punishment. After hearing what Lin Hai said, Chen Feng was already in despair, but unexpectedly, the planting system suddenly arrived. Then, the style of painting suddenly changed. "I'm selling the elixir, thirty low-grade spiritual stones for one." "Okay, I bought it." At the same time, Chen Feng took the spiritual stones obtained from selling the elixir to buy elixir seeds, and then continued to mass-produce elixirs. "Here comes the freshly baked elixir, fifty low-grade spiritual stones each." "Okay, give me three." ... "I heard that your saint daughter has not yet been married. I don't know..." "No problem, as long as we get the elixir that senior promised us." Facing the Holy Land, the ancient sect's low posture that wanted to kill him but had no choice but to please, Chen Feng just smiled faintly, "The road to immortality is too lonely, there must be some adjustments." Many years later, relying on the profits from trading elixirs and ancillary industries, Chen Feng has gone further and further on the road of spiritual practice...