The streets were packed like a river of people. Everyone was flowing smoothly past one another like drops of water.  

In an area not too far away was a huge but rugged building with several five-colored banner flags lined up in front of it. 

The writing on the banners caught Lin Xun’s attention. 

“Silver Pheasant Martial Arena! Double the prize money! Unique duel rules! Only true experts can survive the arena here!”

“Friend, the battle of the great age is coming. Are you anxious to rise to the top and become a renowned genius who receives the attention of countless people? Then quickly come here, the Silver Pheasant Martial Arena will provide you with a stage to make your name spread!”

“Breaking news, Cheng Lixue, a young man from a small border town in Fire Spirit Province, has consecutively won thirty-nine battles in the Silver Pheasant Martial Arena and obtained a total of three thousand nine hundred low-grade aeth essences!

“Cheng Lixue’s outstanding performance has already caught the eye of an elder of the Pine Sword Sect! Without accident, Cheng Lixue will soon become a successor of the Pine Sword Sect! Unquestionably, the boy who was previously a nobody is about to rise!”

“My friend, if you’re tempted then why don’t...