Madman

The price had not dropped. It was still six thousand High-Grade Essence Stones.

The joy Chen Fei had just felt from his harvest vanished as the High-Grade Essence Stones in his pocket kept disappearing, and his brows immediately furrowed in pained distress.

Chen Fei was of a mind to wait a while before coming back to buy Myriad Form Bamboo.

But he was also worried the sacred lands might get another sudden whim and continue buying Spiritual Materials in bulk.

When that time came, even if Chen Fei had money, he would not know where to buy Myriad Form Bamboo.

So after hesitating for a moment, he bought it outright.

It was expensive, but money could be earned again. If the goods ran out, it would truly be hard to find another channel.

It wasn't as if he could really run over to the High Altar and rob the place.

If he truly did something like that, Chen Fei estimated that before he even had time to flee, he would be shot dead on the spot by a Sun Moon Realm expert.

After wandering through several small shops, he finally bought eighteen stalks of Myriad Form Bamboo. He still had some High-Grade Essence Stones left on him, kept as a reserve.

If all eighteen stalks of Myriad Form Bamboo were burned, they could raise Talent: Thunderfall to the early part of the Proficient Realm.

It could increase Chen Fei's strength, but it could not allow him to break through to the Mountain Sea Realm Late Stage.

A day later, inside the Secret Chamber of Listening Wind Courtyard, Chen Fei looked at the eighteen Myriad Manifestations Clones on the ground, his brows locked tight.

"That altar accumulates energy too slowly!"

He had finally excavated one of Baka's abilities, but without this