However, that was the extent of his understanding.
Taking another step would require a major commitment.
Spiritual Fire, a Pill Furnace, Spirit Plants and Spirit Medicine...
With such a massive hole to fill and his current meager income, he had no plans to get involved anytime soon.
Chu Mu took the Spirit Stone Bag from his robe. Four months, one hundred and twenty-eight Broken Spirit stones!
The bag was bulging, but when converted, it amounted to less than thirteen Lower Grade Spirit Stones. In Jade Emperor Valley, its purchasing power was extremely limited.
'It's a shame I don't have a Storage Spiritual Artifact. So much Spiritual Qi has been wasted!'
Placing the Spirit Stones back in his robe, Chu Mu felt a pang of heartache, thinking about how much of their Spiritual Qi he had probably absorbed unknowingly over the past few days.
