The Legendary Man

As the three of them strolled along the rocky path, the villagers lined up on both sides, their faces filled with reverence and respect.

Jonathan made an observation about the villagers’ apparent fascination with their clothes and couldn’t help but comment on it. “It seems like the people in your village place a lot of importance on our clothing choices. I wonder how capable the people in Yannopolis must be to instill such fear in you.”

Greyson’s expression changed abruptly when he heard Jonathan’s remark.

He immediately created a spiritual energy shield to ensure their conversation remained private. Approaching Jonathan, he spoke in hushed tones. “Jon, you can share your thoughts with me, but please be careful not to let anyone else hear. The residents of Yannopolis are highly capable, and if you offend them, it could put your life in danger. Please refrain from saying such things again. Even those of us who overheard your words may be at risk, let alone you.” He emphasized the need for caution and discretion in his reminder.

After that, he quickly retracted the spirit shield and ran ahead as though something else had caught his attention.

Despite Greyson’s warning, Jonathan, being a young man from the twenty-first century, was afraid of nothing. He remained unfazed.

“We’re all cultivators here. Why should we be afraid? Even if we can’t defeat them, we have so many Grandmasters among us. You can kill them by exploding yourselves…”

Suddenly, Jonathan trailed off as something struck him.

He came to a sudden stop and extended his spiritual sense, expanding its reach to encompass a radius of several dozen meters around Mountain Village.

Grandmaster Realm. They are all in the Grandmaster Realm!

Jonathan’s gaze swept across the village, his eyes widening with surprise.

As he observed the people in Mountain Village, he noticed something peculiar.

While it was not uncommon for the elderly to possess a high cultivation level in this spiritually abundant small world, what struck him as unusual was the complete absence of any God Realm cultivators.

Despite the numerous Grandmaster Realm cultivators present, the highest level seemed to be capped at that stage.

one’s

not,” Seboxia replied firmly. “There is something deeper at play within this village. With such a significant number of cultivators in the Grandmaster Realm, it is highly unlikely that none of them would have advanced to the

noticed Greyson returning

called out, gesturing at them

“He heard about how you saved Stellan and

hundred and seventy-five centimeters, appeared slightly dwarfed amidst the group of Greyson and the others, creating a

my grandson, and you two saved his life. You are the saviors of my family. If there is anything you

the meaning behind Clinton’s bow, Jonathan quickly

not from Yannopolis. I come from a world beyond these mountains, and my

glanced at Seboxia,

merely turned

to say to those in

display any signs of disrespect, Clinton and the villagers felt a subtle sense of being looked down

the people of Mountain Village didn’t show any overt displeasure and

normal and merely showed more respect to

the consciousness field, Seboxia

many cases, disdain can achieve the desired result more effectively

stretched his hand out

the surroundings coalesced into a visible white rope, which descended into

left leg forward and bowed deeply,

with Jonathan amicably along the

gazed at Seboxia

declared, “Look up and

deeper. “Sir, please feel free to