An Auction

A month later, Ling Xian, who had studied the Primitive Text, opened his eyes slowly. Two beams of light shot out, instantly smashing whatever was before him.

The tri-colored flower above his head was now even brighter and it emitted much profoundness.

"My capability has increased by another percent. I am now getting closer to the designation level." The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up as he displayed much happiness.

A month of training has without a doubt, strengthened him. While it is only a teeny bit, to him today, even one percent is a great achievement.

"The Primitive Text truly is unparalleled."

Ling Xian's fists tightened. He could feel the power inside him and he was happy about it.

Today, he could be described as even more approved, even stronger. This has made him acquire the right to suppress everyone and fight for the title of number one in the world!