The heated discussions surrounding the competition continued to spread throughout the outside world.
From mortal villages in Dongsheng Shenzhou to ice plain caves in Beiju Luzhou.
From the Coral Hall deep within the Dragon Palace to the Immortal Volcano in the Phoenix race's territory.
From mountain retreats in Xiniu Hezhou to the edge of volcano craters in Nanzhan Buzhou.
Other than Cultivators still in seclusion, even some reclusive races and overseas Rogue Cultivators had learned of it.
Every sentient being remembered the name Farm Teachings.
Teahouses across the Prehistoric World were packed to capacity.
Inside the teahouses, Storytellers struck their wooden clappers and turned the competition into the hottest topic of their daily tales.
"Let us speak of the Farm Teachings Holy Son Selection, where one was chosen from hundreds of millions, and a thousand paths contended—"
The patrons listened so intently that they did not even notice their tea had gone cold.
Cultivators drank as they listened with great interest.
"What about Bai Yan in fifth place? An E'mei Beast could make it into the top five?"
The Storyteller smacked his clapper. "He relied on his mouth! Don't underestimate a good mouth—being eloquent is a skill too!"
The whole place erupted in laughter.
In the taverns, Cultivators clinked cups, and the Holy Son Selection remained the subject of every conversation.
"I bet on Xuandu for first place and won three hundred Spirit Stones!"
"I bet on Kong Xuan. Lost."
"You bet on Kong Xuan? His Five-Colored Divine Light still hasn't reached perfection. Losing to Xuandu wasn't unjustified."
"Next time, I'm betting on Xue Rong."
"Xue Rong? She farms."
"What's wrong with farming? She farmed her way to third place. Next time, she might farm her way to first."
"You're dreaming."
In a corner, a rogue cultivator tightly gripped his