As he watched the old man sink into slumber, the already faint vitality in his body grew weaker still, as thin as a thread of silk.
Gu Chenfeng's gaze shifted slightly, and he paid the other man no further attention.
With great difficulty, he fished out a few blood crystals and a bottle of healing pills.
Gu Chenfeng poured out a handful of pills and stuffed them all into his mouth, swallowing them whole without chewing.
Once in his stomach, the pills instantly dissolved into surging cool streams that spread through his limbs and bones.
At the same time, Gu Chenfeng sat cross-legged, clutching a handful of top-grade blood crystals in each hand, and circulated his technique to cultivate.
His injuries were extremely severe. He had to recover as quickly as possible before he could climb the mountain in search of treasures.
And so, one old and one young, the two sat cross-legged at the foot of Five-Thunder Divine Mountain, separated by the light barrier formed from the five-colored rosy glow.
One was steeped in the air of approaching death, his vitality growing ever fainter as time passed.
The other steadily recovered, his aura and vitality gradually strengthening.
Only after ten days had passed did that change.
Gu Chenfeng slowly opened his eyes. His once-dim gaze had regained some luster, and a little color had returned to his face.
After cultivating here for ten days, Gu Chenfeng had recovered from only around thirty percent of his injuries. His aura remained somewhat weak, and the energy within his body had yet to recover fully.
But with his blood crystals and healing spirit medicines exhausted, Gu Chenfeng had no choice but to stop cultivating.
He had set out for Five-Thunder Divine Mountain in a hurry and had not brought many resources to