A full three incense sticks' worth of time passed.
Only then did Chen Qiu's condition recover somewhat. They had originally not planned to stop in Windward City, but Chen Qiu's condition had suddenly worsened at breakneck speed along the way, leaving them no choice but to pause in Windward City to rest for a while.
When Chen Qiu opened his eyes,
Fat Dragon hurried over anxiously. "How is it, Brother Qiu? Are you alright?"
"It's nothing serious."
Chen Qiu sat cross-legged on the bed, covered in a layer of clammy cold sweat and wrapped in a fur blanket. His condition had recovered a little by now. Though he had not returned to normal, he was no longer on the verge of passing out.
Earlier, on the road, that powerful resentment had nearly burrowed into his body. Fortunately, he had enough spiritual energy within him to barely hold it back.
Swallowing that Golden Core had not only greatly raised his cultivation, but also filled his previously exhausted Dao Foundation to the brim again.
"If only I could kill another Golden Core."
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Chen Qiu licked his lips greedily, his eyes glittering with a gambler's madness. In truth, there were many ways to resolve his current predicament.
He could release the Wraith and let it run as far away as possible, then have it vanish between heaven and earth after an hour.
Or he could self-destruct the Wraith's traits.
Either way could solve the problem perfectly.
But—
This was a Fourth-Layer Golden Core Wraith!
It was practically his strongest means at present. If he used this Wraith to kill another Golden Core cultivator, not only could he obtain a new Golden Core and make a tremendous breakthrough in cultivation, he could also gain another Golden Core Wraith.
It