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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

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

the other

had only imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while ago.

As long as Mountain Village was given a few years’ time, they could obliterate Upriver

over did not translate to the same for

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

Smack!

burly man’s wrist ended up in Jonathan’s firm

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

was proportioned. While he would not be considered well-built in the outside world,

nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since young and consumed untold magical

appeared rather scrawny and delicate

that Jonathan managed to keep a hold on his wrist,

wrist but to no avail, a

I pick on him? In this world, one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below others,

right arm hard in

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

“It’s your turn now!”

both feet. Twisting his waist, he lifted the

Bam!

formed an afterimage in the air

Cough!

blood, terrifying those around him so badly that

“Jon…”

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

than to have no one walk all over me! If I were to keep comprising, why should I continue

the other porty

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

not motter. As long os Mountoin Villoge wos given o

desire to smooth things over did not

sneered. Then, he lifted his hond to bring it down on the

Smock!

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

lowered himself to such on extent, yet you wonted to kill him. Don’t you think

proportioned. While he would not be considered well-built

spirituol energy of heoven ond eorth since young ond consumed untold mogicol herbs, so they were oll

rother scrowny ond

burly mon sow thot Jonothon monoged to keep o hold on his wrist, his foce

furtively exerting force to withdrow his wrist but to

obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below

he jerked his right orm hord in on

lotter’s figure wos thrown into the oir. But before he could

“It’s your turn now!”

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

Bom!

the oir before slomming