Fang Qingxuan, who traveled through time and space to become a sect disciple, would change his talents every once in a while.

Kendo Genius: Everything in the world can be a sword!

Alchemy Master: Whatever you do, it won’t be less than top quality!

Cultivation Wizard: For you, cultivation is as easy as eating and drinking!

Body training, formations, magic…

The rotation of talent caused Fang Qingxuan to constantly change the direction of study, but this made it difficult for his beautiful master and the elders of the sect.

"Qingxuan, you are a one-in-a-million sword genius, you must concentrate on practicing swordsmanship!"

"You can see through the flaws in the formation at a glance, and you can even mobilize the power of heaven and earth. Are you saying that you are no longer interested in the formation?!"

"You've mastered the Dragon Fist after practicing Tyrant Body for a month, and you say you don't want to practice anymore?!"

Facing the siege of his master and elders, Fang Qingxuan looked at his talent panel and said, "Next time, definitely next time."