The Taming of the Golden Crow

"Ahh…. This feels better…."

After a long time had passed within the stone cave, Fang Xing opened his eyes and stretched. From his arms and shoulders down along his entire body, the movement caused all of his bones to crack like an uncountable number of firecrackers. It was as though numerous locks on his body had been unfastened, and all of his pores opened up to draw in streams of Qi with a euphoric sensation.

He then felt his cultivation level and was immediately overjoyed.

"Spirit Stage tier six…. Mid-tier or high-tier?" With a quick sense, Fang Xing released a loud laugh. Not even he had imagined that after a single night, his cultivation level would increase by two tiers. From the peak of tier four to mid-tier six, and even then he was only a single step away from high-tier.