The Legendary Man

A smile was playing on Jonathan’s lips as though he was chatting with an old friend, and he looked relaxed and casual.

The more he acted that way, the more the villagers regarded him as a monster.

The cultivator who Jonathan had pinned to the ground earlier was consumed by fear.

From the moment he was born, he was an elite presence in that world.

His position might be a lowly guard in Yannopolis, but upon leaving the city limits, the hundred-and-eight villages treated him like a God.

All those years, he continuously wandered from one village to the next.

Regardless of where he was, he had absolute dignity. He could kill any villagers who treated him with even the slightest disrespect, let alone disobeyed him.

He never thought he would end up in such a pitiful state.

Fear engulfed him at Jonathan’s cheery expression.

His body quaked, and he lost control over his bladder and bowel movements as he looked up at Jonathan with reverence.

“I’m sorry, sir… I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m only asking you to please spare my life—”

Crack!

Before he could finish his plea, Jonathan had stomped on his knee with a smile.

“I already said that you’re to answer me only when I asked a question. Have I started asking?”

at

Regardless if the technique used

that moment would Jonathan believe

with despair, yet he didn’t dare to make

Jonathan demanded,

lips, “I’m not worthy of a last name, so I only have a first name.

at

charge of collecting goods from the villages. I have the lowest rank

of the lowest rank has

before questioning, “How many soldiers are there in Yannopolis? Who’s the

of Mountain Village all perked up their

“I don’t know.”

that answer from the frightened

dagger in Jonathan’s hand plunged into the slab between the cultivator’s

you don’t know how many

shook

border, Leeven Village. Ten years ago, I was taken from there and sent to the

was stunned by the cultivator’s words and turned to look at

this person

call his name and immediately shot to

about that, Mr. Goldstein. We’re just a village at the border. No villagers had ever entered the city before, but there was one thing he said that was true. From time to time, Yannopolis will dispatch an envoy to

away! All one-hundred-and-eight villages are divided into northern and southern regions by the river. The Yannopolis envoy

organizational structure formed

other region, the villagers will surely take revenge against the latter once they become cultivators themselves. This kind of oppression will foster vengeance in every new envoy. It’s an endless loop. The authority in Yannopolis doesn’t even need to make a decree. The envoys from the northern and southern regions can form an oppressive environment among the hundred and eight villages, preventing the villagers from having thoughts of rebellion. Meanwhile, cutting off all connections between the Outer City and

glanced at Seboxia with a grave