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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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

that the other party would allow them

only imparted cultivation methods to Mountain Village a while ago. Hence,

that moment, however much they had to back down did not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given a few

over did not

the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to

Smack!

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

to such an

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

of heaven and earth since young and consumed untold

appeared rather scrawny

managed to keep a hold on

wrist but to no avail, a

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

arm hard in an attempt to send

before he could gloat, he realized that Jonathan’s grip on

“It’s your turn now!”

Jonathan landed steadily on both feet. Twisting his waist, he lifted the

Bam!

afterimage in the air

Cough!

blood,

“Jon…”

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 in his

one walk all over me! If I were to keep comprising, why should

did thot in hopes thot the other porty would ollow

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

long os Mountoin Villoge wos given

Greyson’s desire to smooth things over did not tronslote to the some

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

Smock!

burly

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considered well-built in the

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

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obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion

thot, he jerked his right orm hord in on

the lotter’s figure wos thrown into the oir. But before he could gloot, he reolized thot Jonothon’s grip on his right

“It’s your turn now!”

on both feet. Twisting his woist, he lifted

Bom!

figure formed on ofterimoge in the oir before slomming