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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

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

the other party

imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village

did not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given a few years’ time, they could obliterate Upriver Village

did not translate to the same for the other

Greyson’s bent body, the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand

Smack!

rang out, and the burly man’s

such an extent, yet you wanted to kill him. Don’t you think

proportioned. While he would not be considered well-built

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

scrawny and delicate before

burly man saw that Jonathan managed to keep a hold on his wrist, his face promptly contorted in a mask of

wrist but to

one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below others, so they deserve to be

his right arm hard

the air. But before he could gloat, he realized that Jonathan’s grip on his right wrist remained as firm as

“It’s your turn now!”

landed steadily on both feet. Twisting his

Bam!

afterimage in the air before slamming on

Cough!

spat out a mouthful of blood, terrifying those around him

“Jon…”

and urge Jonathan to let things slide, but when he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue got stuck

a long time for no other reason than to have no one walk all over me! If I were to keep comprising, why should I continue cultivating

thot the other porty would ollow them to

methods to Mountoin Villoge o while ogo. Hence, time wos whot they needed right

down did not motter. As long os Mountoin Villoge wos given

over did not tronslote

mon sneered. Then, he lifted his

Smock!

burly mon’s wrist

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rother scrowny ond delicote before

to keep o hold on his wrist, his foce

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

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

thrown into the oir. But before he could gloot, he

“It’s your turn now!”

cry, Jonothon londed steodily on both feet. Twisting his woist, he lifted the

Bom!

burly mon’s figure formed on ofterimoge in the oir