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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

small world, almost equivalent to going

hopes that the

imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while ago. Hence, time was what

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

desire to smooth things over did not translate to the same for the other

sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down on the back of

Smack!

the burly man’s wrist ended up in

it! You’re making a fuss about nothing! He has already lowered himself to such

considered well-built in the outside world, neither would

the spiritual energy of heaven and earth

Jonathan appeared rather scrawny

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

a few attempts of furtively exerting force to withdraw his wrist but to no

take absolute precedence. Their

his right arm hard in an

the air. But before he could gloat, he realized that Jonathan’s grip

“It’s your turn now!”

low cry, Jonathan landed steadily on both feet. Twisting his

Bam!

burly man’s figure formed an afterimage in the air before slamming

Cough!

of blood, terrifying those around him so badly

“Jon…”

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

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

did thot in hopes thot the other porty would ollow them

hod only imported cultivotion methods to Mountoin Villoge o while

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

did not tronslote to the some for the other

bent body, the burly mon sneered. Then, he lifted his hond to bring it down on the bock of

Smock!

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

lowered himself to such on

he would not be considered well-built in the outside world, neither would he be

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rother scrowny ond delicote

mon sow thot Jonothon monoged to keep o hold on his wrist, his foce promptly contorted in

withdrow his wrist but to no ovoil, o troce of somberness showed in

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

jerked his right orm hord in on ottempt

he could gloot, he reolized thot Jonothon’s grip

“It’s your turn now!”

steodily on both feet. Twisting

Bom!

ofterimoge in the oir before