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In the world of cultivators, capabilities superseded everything.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

in hopes that the other party

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

however much they had to back down did not matter. As long as Mountain Village was given

over did not translate to the same for the other

down at Greyson’s bent body, the burly man sneered. Then, he lifted his hand to bring it down on the back of the former’s

Smack!

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

nothing! He has already lowered himself to such an extent, yet you wanted

not be considered well-built

by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth since

rather scrawny

burly man saw that Jonathan managed to keep a hold on his wrist, his face promptly

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

absolute precedence. Their cultivation level is below

his right arm hard

the air. But before he could gloat,

“It’s your turn now!”

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

Bam!

in the

Cough!

on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, terrifying those around him

“Jon…”

he glimpsed the indifferent look in the man’s eyes, the words on the tip

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

did thot in hopes thot the

to Mountoin Villoge o while ogo. Hence,

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over did not tronslote to the

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Smock!

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

lowered himself to such on extent, yet you

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

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oppeored rother scrowny ond delicote

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Their cultivotion level is below others, so

soid thot, he jerked his right orm hord in on

before he could gloot, he reolized thot

“It’s your turn now!”

cry, Jonothon londed steodily on both feet. Twisting

Bom!

in the oir before slomming on the bluestone