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?”

stared down at the man

knowledge in itself. Regardless if the technique used was gentle or

would

with despair, yet

that, Jonathan demanded, “Your

cultivator answered with trembling lips, “I’m not worthy of a last name, so I

at

the villages. I have the lowest

lowest rank

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

surrounding villagers of Mountain Village all perked up their ears to

“I don’t know.”

expected that answer from the frightened

in Jonathan’s hand plunged into the slab between the

so how is it possible that you don’t

immediately shook his

along the border, Leeven Village. Ten years ago,

and turned to look at Greyson, who knelt not far away. He

is this person telling

his name and immediately shot to his feet

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 each village to recruit a few lucky Grandmasters in the absolute phase. I heard the Grandmasters are

hurriedly added, “We’re the ones that were taken away! All one-hundred-and-eight villages are divided into northern and southern regions by the river. The Yannopolis envoy will recruit cultivators from both regions, then exchange them via a portal formation in the Outer City. Once achieving a breakthrough to God Realm, they’ll be assigned as guards to supervise villages in the other

structure formed

severe oppression by the cultivators of the 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

glanced at Seboxia