The Legendary Man

The burly man’s voice was booming. The instant his words rang out, they attracted the gazes of those around them.

“Who’s that? And which village is he from?”

“No idea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”

“I know the man next to him. If I’m not mistaken, that’s Greyson Downey, and he’s from Mountain Village.”

When Greyson heard that someone had surmised his identity, he quickly inclined his head at the man with a smile.

“Yes, that’s right. We’re from Mountain Village. We’re here to barter for some daily necessities with the things we obtained from the mountains.”

His tone was very light and carried a trace of friendliness. In fact, it even sounded somewhat weak.

Alas, it was precisely such ingratiation that had those around them bursting into laughter.

“You know what? This Greyson seems to be one of the candidates for Mountain Village’s next village chief.”

“Are you serious? Considering his puny appearance, what kind of future would Mountain Village have if he becomes the village chief?”

“Future? What future?”

“Exactly! A village like Mountain Village deserves to be trampled underfoot!”

Following the people’s raucous laughter, Greyson cast a look at Jonathan beside him in embarrassment.

“L-Let’s go, Jon. It’s best that we rush back before night falls after bartering. Otherwise, it’ll be dangerous.”

As he said that, he made to move away from those around them and leave with Jonathan.

Unexpectedly, a few Grandmaster Realm cultivators of the absolute phase behind them shot out their hands and blocked the duo’s path.

“Excuse me, my fellow friends—”

Greyson’s expression changed slightly as he regarded the few men.

Before he could even start, the burly man who interjected in the very beginning cut him off in a cold voice.

“Who are your fellow friends? You’re merely a trivial character from a low-level village. How are you worthy of being our peer?”

Upon hearing that, Jonathan knew that they had bumped into someone who was deliberately picking fault.

In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.

The most overt solution in such a situation was to wipe the floor with the person picking trouble. Verily, it was beyond simple.

Taking a step forward, Jonathan planned to make a move against that burly man. But beside him, Greyson, who had been keeping an eye on his movements at all times, inserted himself between them both.

“We’re only here to barter for some daily necessities, sir. Please take mercy on us and allow us to leave. Thank you in advance!”

While saying that, he took a step forward with his left leg and bowed low.

an extremely major gesture in the small world, almost equivalent to going on a single knee in the outside

hopes that the

all, Seboxia had only imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village

back down did not matter. As long as Mountain

Greyson’s desire to smooth things over did not translate

he lifted his hand to bring it down on the back

Smack!

rang out, and the burly man’s wrist

He has already lowered himself to such an extent, yet you wanted to kill him. Don’t you think

well-built in the outside world, neither would he

all cultivators had been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since young and consumed

rather scrawny and delicate before

to keep a hold on his wrist, his face promptly contorted

withdraw his wrist but to

Their cultivation level is below others, so they deserve

that, he jerked his right arm hard in an attempt

thrown into the air. But before he could gloat, he realized

“It’s your turn now!”

that low cry, Jonathan landed steadily on both feet. Twisting his waist, he lifted

Bam!

man’s figure formed an afterimage in the air before slamming on the bluestone ground

Cough!

spat out a mouthful of blood, terrifying those around him so badly that they all backed

“Jon…”

he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue

If I were to keep comprising, why should I continue cultivating to extend my lifespan?

in hopes thot the other

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over did not tronslote

lifted his hond to bring it down on

Smock!

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oppeored rother scrowny

keep o hold on his wrist, his foce promptly contorted in o mosk of

his wrist but to no ovoil,

on him? In this world, one’s copobilities toke obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below others, so they deserve to be

he soid thot, he jerked his right orm hord in on ottempt to send Jonothon

intense strength, the lotter’s figure wos thrown into the oir. But before he

“It’s your turn now!”

cry, Jonothon londed steodily on both feet. Twisting his

Bom!

formed on ofterimoge in the oir before slomming on