The Bear Child Who Loved Drinking Beast Milk

Then Number Ten looked at the stone stele before him, utterly bewildered. "What the heck is this supposed to have me write?"

The Eldest Master behind him, who had been playing with a bird, chuckled. "Oh, this is a good thing. You can write whatever you want."

Number Ten nodded, raised his hand, and wrote five large characters: "Loves Drinking Beast Milk Most." Then a broadcast rang out: "Congratulations to Loves Drinking Beast Milk Most for setting a new record... digging out the passageway's Treasure Bone."

As soon as he heard that, Number Ten's face darkened. He shouted at a certain Eldest Master, "Old man, are you messing with me? This is supposed to be a name? Can it be changed?"

The Eldest Master chuckled. "As expected of a Bear Child. You're already this old, yet you still love drinking milk. Sorry, but it can't be changed. Just leave it like that."

Upon hearing this, Number Ten flew into a rage. "Take my attack! True Dragon Treasure Technique—Dragon Fights in the Wild!" As he spoke, he blasted a strike toward the Eldest Master. However, he failed to gain even the slightest advantage and was toyed with by the Eldest Master instead. "Kid, your combat strength is still a little weak. At the same realm, you aren't weak, but you're still no match for me. Cultivate properly."

Number Ten chuckled. "It's fine. I know a pretty impressive brother-in-law who once said that on the path of cultivation, once one's realm reaches a certain height, even if one's power is suppressed to the same level, combat strength can still differ greatly. Clearly, you aren't at the level of an ordinary Blood Moving Realm cultivator."

The old man laughed heartily. "I don't even remember what cultivation level I'm at anymore. I'm sure it's