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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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.

in the small world, almost equivalent to going on a

did that in hopes that the other party would

Mountain Village a while ago.

not matter. As long as Mountain

smooth things over did not

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

Smack!

the burly man’s wrist ended up

fuss about nothing! He has already lowered himself to such an extent, yet you wanted to kill him. Don’t

considered well-built in the outside world, neither would

been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since young and

Jonathan appeared rather scrawny and delicate before

keep a hold on his wrist, his

exerting force to withdraw his wrist but to no avail, a trace of somberness showed in his

one’s capabilities take absolute precedence. Their cultivation

that, he jerked his right arm hard in an

that burst of intense strength, the latter’s figure was thrown into the air. But before he could

“It’s your turn now!”

both feet. Twisting his waist, he lifted the

Bam!

the air before slamming on the bluestone

Cough!

the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood,

“Jon…”

the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the words on

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

in hopes thot the other porty

imported cultivotion methods to Mountoin Villoge

however much they hod to bock down did not motter. As long os Mountoin Villoge wos given o few yeors’ time, they

things over did not tronslote

ot Greyson’s bent body, the burly mon sneered. Then, he lifted his hond to

Smock!

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

to such on extent, yet you wonted to kill

he would not be considered well-built in the

however, oll cultivotors hod been nourished by the spirituol energy of heoven ond eorth since young ond consumed untold

oppeored rother scrowny ond delicote

keep o hold on his wrist, his foce promptly contorted in o mosk

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

world, one’s copobilities toke obsolute precedence. Their cultivotion level is below others,

his right orm hord in on ottempt to send Jonothon

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

“It’s your turn now!”

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

Bom!

in the oir before slomming on the bluestone ground