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In the evening, Lu Qing was still full of energy. She ate something and started tossing and turning the 100 pounds of lard Daoist Qingfeng had bought.

This lard was still fat and couldn't be used directly, so Lu Qing set up a pot and started refining it!

Not long after, the whole pill concocting room was filled with the fragrance of lard, especially the smell of oil dregs.

Thus