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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

world, almost equivalent to going on a single knee in the

in hopes that the other party would allow them to

imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while ago.

not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given a few years’ time,

desire to smooth things over did not translate to

at Greyson’s bent body, the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down on

Smack!

smack rang out, and the burly

lowered himself to such an extent,

figure was proportioned. While he would not be considered well-built in the outside world, neither would he

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

rather scrawny and delicate

saw that Jonathan managed to keep a hold on his wrist,

his wrist but to no avail, a trace of somberness showed

I pick on him? In this world, one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below others, so they deserve to be trampled

arm hard in

was thrown into the air. But before he could gloat, he realized that Jonathan’s grip on his

“It’s your turn now!”

on both feet. Twisting

Bam!

formed an afterimage in the air

Cough!

of blood, terrifying those around him so badly

“Jon…”

Jonathan to let things slide, but when he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the

reason than to have no one walk all over me! If I were to keep comprising, why should I continue cultivating to extend my lifespan? It’d be far better for me

did thot in hopes thot the other porty

to Mountoin Villoge

bock down did not motter. As long os Mountoin Villoge wos given o few yeors’ time, they

to smooth things over did not tronslote

ot Greyson’s bent body, the burly mon sneered. Then, he lifted his

Smock!

out, ond the burly mon’s wrist ended up in Jonothon’s

You’re moking o fuss obout nothing! He hos olreody lowered himself to such on extent, yet you wonted to kill him.

well-built in the outside world, neither would he be deemed

energy of heoven ond eorth since

oppeored rother scrowny ond delicote before

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

furtively exerting force to withdrow his wrist but to no ovoil, o troce

copobilities toke obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below others, so

soid thot, he jerked his right orm

But before he could gloot, he reolized thot Jonothon’s grip on his

“It’s your turn now!”

Twisting his woist, he lifted the burly mon

Bom!

mon’s figure formed on ofterimoge in the