Agate Wood

678. Agate Wood

"Heh-heh, he may have a Heavenly Spiritual Root, so naturally he cultivates a little faster. But that boy must have taken quite a few pills; otherwise, there's no way he could have reached the peak of Foundation Establishment Early Stage in just one year," Xiaoyaozi analyzed objectively.

Feng Li walked to the counter beside Shi Yue and asked the attendant, "Do you have any Agate Wood left? I need a piece that's at least four hundred years old."

"There's only one piece left," the attendant answered truthfully.

Just then, the yellow-robed attendant who had gone to fetch the goods returned to Shi Yue and handed him a Storage Bag. "Senior, here are the things you wanted. Four-hundred-year-old Agate Wood costs two thousand Spirit Stones, Black Jade costs seven hundred, Silver Soulstone costs nine hundred... One box of Purple Gang Sand costs one thousand five hundred. That comes to thirty thousand Spirit Stones in total."

"So there's only one piece of Agate Wood at least four hundred years old left?" Feng Li asked gravely, furrowing his brows.

"That's right, Martial Uncle Feng. This is the last piece. The three-hundred-year-old Agate Wood has also sold out," the yellow-robed attendant replied truthfully.

"Fellow Daoist, could you sell that piece of Agate Wood to me? I'm willing to pay double," Feng Li said, cupping his hands toward Shi Yue, his tone utterly sincere.

"Sorry, I also urgently need a piece of four-hundred-year-old Agate Wood. You should look elsewhere," Shi Yue declined politely.

He took out a Storage Bag and tipped its contents onto the tabletop, spilling out three hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

"Three times the price. I'm willing to pay four times as much. What do you say?" Feng Li's voice grew heavy.

"Even ten times wouldn't do." Shi Yue's tone