"Young hero, your divine prowess eclipses the world! You deserve a place in the imperial ancestral temple... er... no... you deserve this treasure!" One cultivator spoke first, then raised the treasure in his hands.
"Young hero, you are invincible beneath heaven! Please accept this humble gift!"
"Young hero, your might shakes the universe! Kindly accept this offering!"
Everyone clamored to flatter him. One elderly cultivator strained until his face and neck flushed red. After a long moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I bow before you with all five limbs touching the ground! If you refuse this treasure, young hero, I'll... I'll... dash my head against this rock and die!"
These bold men of the martial world could handle a fight, but their skill at flattery fell far short. They kept recycling the same few phrases, without a shred of originality.
At first, Liu Chuang beamed with delight, but eventually even he grew bored. He waved a hand and said, "All right, all right. Since you insist... it would be... rude of me to refuse! You can leave now!"
Hearing this, everyone felt as though they had received a royal pardon. They dropped their treasures all over the ground and greased their soles, each racing to outstrip the others.
Cui Zhixia also wanted to seize the chance to slip away, but one cold glance from Liu Chuang left him like a mouse facing a cat, too frightened to move.
Liu Chuang leaped down from the boulder and surveyed the dazzling assortment of treasures with a broad grin. He swept his large hand over them, and the treasures vanished into thin air.
The corner of Cui Zhixia's eye twitched violently, and towering waves surged through his heart. Judging by this fellow's methods, he definitely possessed a legendary spatial artifact-a Heaven-and-Earth