Over the next two days, Ning Qing and Xiaoxiao accompanied Zhang Suannai around the Ancient City.
Chen Shu had given them a few small tasks—what to eat, where to wander, what to see—so Qingqing could take Zhang Suannai to do them. He hadn't drawn up a strict itinerary, though. It was better to keep the trip spontaneous.
He stayed home to cook for his parents and Chen Banxia, study the Great Yi Divine History, chat in group chats, watch videos, play games, and focus on cultivation.
Chen Shu planned to push this stage of his cultivation to its peak by the end of the month, spend another half month pressing forward and refining it, then apply to the Spirit Sect for an Advancement Potion in the middle of next month. He would finish advancing before school started.
"Ugh..."
Cultivation really was dull.
Chen Shu still hadn't opened his box of Clear Spirit Pills.
He felt he'd grown used to overcoming his reluctance and following his daily cultivation plan, and he enjoyed the sense of accomplishment afterward. If he took the pills and no longer felt the satisfaction of conquering his laziness, he might feel strangely empty.
After a moment's Thought, Chen Shu made up his mind and went out.
Bang, bang! "Chen Banxia!"
"What?"
Chen Banxia's groggy voice came from inside.
Chen Shu called through the door, "Don't you often buy potions for people and make money on the markup?"
"Why?"
Chen Banxia opened the door and looked at him while rubbing her eyes.
Without a trace of guilt for waking her, Chen Shu said, "I have a brand-new box of Clear Spirit Pills, the 180-pill kind, made by the Spirit Sect. Help me sell it."
"Hah..."
Chen Banxia scratched her cheek. "I thought someone had reported me for making