At the foot of Five-Thunder Divine Mountain, watching Gu Chenfeng come down covered in dust and dirt,
Elder Wei could not help laughing.
"Heh heh... Got beaten up, did you? I told you long ago, with your strength, brat, you're still a long way from reaching the summit."
Gu Chenfeng could not be bothered with his mockery. He casually tossed him several rare spirit medicines that could replenish vitality.
Then he sat down cross-legged by himself, holding two supreme blood crystals as he restored his energy and refined the medicinal power in his Dantian.
Only at dawn the next day did Gu Chenfeng rise, refreshed and invigorated.
"Elder Wei, I'm off."
Leaving those words behind, Gu Chenfeng flashed away and started up the mountain again.
Elder Wei opened his eyes to glance at Gu Chenfeng's retreating figure, shook his head, and closed his eyes to continue meditating.
Before long, a wounded, pale-faced Gu Chenfeng came down the mountain again with a pile of spirit medicines and sat down to recover without a word.
Several days later, once he had recovered, Gu Chenfeng went up the mountain again, continuing back and forth like this.
Every time he came down, Gu Chenfeng was either disheveled and covered in dust or wounded and limping, always in a thoroughly sorry state.
Yet after just a few days of cultivation, his injuries would heal completely, and he would climb the mountain again with an even stronger aura.
And on every trip, like a thief who never left empty-handed, he brought back plenty of spirit medicines and supreme blood crystals.
This continued for over half a year without interruption.
On this day,
Gu Chenfeng returned to the courtyard again, his face swollen and bruised, his entire body scorched black, carrying a large bundle of spirit medicines