At last, Li Qingxian told how he had sacrificed himself as a cabbage and ultimately driven away the Vegetable Gardener, though he left out matters concerning the Weird Mother and the treasures.
"Matchless in strategy and courage!"
"Impressive! He actually used the rules of the game against the Eerie. The scheme itself was secondary; it was that courage that truly inspires admiration."
"He has the makings of a top scholar..."
"Mr. Gangfeng has a worthy successor."
Especially the surviving Literary Cultivators, whose praise overflowed. Not only were they not jealous, they were particularly gratified.
As for the Devil Sect's Heretical Cultivators, apart from those who had worked with him, most wore displeased expressions.
Bone Filth Child, whose entire body was tattered and ragged, gnashed his teeth with hatred. He and the people of Nether Child and Nether Mountain had fought until Devil-Transforming Mountain's Seventh Ranks were nearly wiped out, while this Li Qingxian had reaped a full harvest.
The Monument Inscriber from the Evil Sects looked at Li Qingxian in surprise, pointed at him, and said to the person beside him, "This boy is no ordinary person."
"A pure heart is precious." Lin Zhenyuan, standing behind Meng Huaichuan, folded his arms and nodded lightly.
Good Fortune Born's expression darkened. Lin Zhenyuan had always been cold and indifferent toward him, yet he was lavishly praising Li Qingxian.
"What a pity he does not study the sword." Not far away, a sword cultivator using a one-foot scabbard as a hairpin sighed softly.
The masked Shen Xiaoyi recalled everything he had gone through and could only sigh.
Finally, Li Qingxian reminded everyone to watch out for the Ancient Fate Corpses.
Then Li Qingxian said, "Brother Meng, you all tell yours."
Meng Huaichuan said with a face full of shame, "We have no face