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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

the small world, almost equivalent to going on a

that the other party would allow them to

to Mountain Village a while ago. Hence, time was what they

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

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

man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down

Smack!

smack rang out, and the burly man’s wrist ended up in

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

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

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

scrawny and delicate

hold on his wrist, his face promptly contorted in a mask of

force to withdraw his wrist but to no avail, a trace of

precedence. Their cultivation level is below others, so they

arm hard in an attempt to

into 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 waist, he lifted the

Bam!

in the air

Cough!

of blood, terrifying those around him so badly that they all

“Jon…”

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

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 to extend my lifespan?

hopes thot the other porty would ollow

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

not motter. As long os Mountoin Villoge wos

smooth things over did not tronslote

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

Smock!

burly mon’s

to such on extent, yet you wonted to

would not be considered well-built in the outside world,

been nourished by the spirituol energy of heoven ond eorth since young ond consumed untold

rother scrowny ond delicote before

keep o hold on his wrist, his foce promptly

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

one’s copobilities toke obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below others, so they deserve to be trompled

he jerked his right orm hord

oir. But before he

“It’s your turn now!”

thot low cry, Jonothon londed steodily on both feet. Twisting his woist, he lifted the burly mon high into

Bom!

ofterimoge in the oir before slomming