The Miraculous Treasure Medicine

"You'll be seventeen by the New Year, right? Your talent is really something else..."

Su Xinghe sighed softly.

Thanks to the Fate Panel, he had taken only thirty-one days from first encountering martial arts to becoming a Grade Martial Artist. Yet the other boy had no cheat like his proficiency system, and had still done it in a mere forty-two days.

That talent was more than twice as fast as Lu Xuanji's.

"Um... Grandpa Gong... said the same thing... And Sister Yun... she said she wants me to join their Hundred Flowers Pavilion..."

Little Beggar hung his head, hemming and hawing for a long while before finally squeezing out the words from the depths of his throat.

Su Xinghe's brows rose.

This fellow was already calling him Grandpa Gong.

And that icy Zhan Yun was actually from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, one of the Zhou Dynasty's five supreme first-rate powers.

No wonder she had been able to stand against a Peaceful Heaven Sect grandmaster at the Sixth-Rank True Force Realm in that underground stone cavern.

For a supreme first-rate power to take the initiative to recruit him—and that "iceberg" who couldn't squeeze out a fart even with three strikes of a stick, at that—his little follower's talent was probably supreme first-rate too!

Seeing how absent-minded he looked, Su Xinghe felt a little sour.

His own talent was not bad, but his age was a hard wound.

"You're tempted?"

Little Beggar shook his lowered head and clenched the short sword in his hand.

"Boss, I want to learn the sword!"

"The Hundred Flowers Pavilion won't let you practice?"

Su Xinghe was puzzled.

"Their swords are different!"

Though Little Beggar's voice was quiet, his tone was firm.

"Heh... You want to seek out the Heavenly One Sword Sect?"

Ever since learning the