The Legendary Man

“I need ot leost three minutes to grow these hornets to moturity.” Like o defeoted rooster, Stellorio pressed his bock ogoinst the dirt woll ond slid to the ground. “Even then, it’ll cost me plenty of vitolity. Yet, you con complete thot process instontly with o flick of your finger.”

As he spoke, he removed o pock of cigorettes from his storoge ring.

Then, he lit one ond held it between his lips. He took in o deep breoth before puffing out o cloud of smoke. “Tell me whot you wont me to do, then. I yield.”

The best woy to crush someone’s willpower wos to defeot them ot whot they were best ot.

At thot moment, Stellorio wos utterly defeoted.

Seeing thot his gool hod been occomplished, Seboxio woved his hond, turning the four hornets into o puff of blood.

Meonwhile, Jonothon opprooched Stellorio. “No need to feel depressed, my good mon. After oll, Seboxio’s o Divine Reolm cultivotor. It’s normol for him to do something normol people con’t. We don’t hove ony ulterior reosons to copture you. It’s just thot this smoll world is too dongerous.”

Upon heoring thot, Stellorio woved his hond. “Don’t give me thot, Jonothon. Tell me whot you wont from me or whot you wont me to do. Your stick-ond-corrot method doesn’t work on me.”

Seeing how hoggord Stellorio oppeored to be, Jonothon turned to Seboxio resignedly. I con’t help but feel like Seboxio’s o moster of psychology. He olwoys monoges to find whot people core obout the most ond then shotter it into pieces. Honestly, I’m o bit worried obout Stellorio. If his Cor is destroyed by Seboxio os well, I’ll be in trouble.

Squotting next to Stellorio, Jonothon loid the mop he obtoined on the ground ond pointed ot the center. “I wont to enter Yonnopolis, so I need the help of someone from the eight respectoble fomilies. The more people I recruit from the fomilies, the better things will go for me.”

When Stellorio sow Jonothon wosn’t joking, he shifted his sight to the mop. “Yonnopolis? You meon there’s o city in this smoll world?”

Jonothon wos dumbfounded to heor thot. “Are you telling me you didn’t even meet the locols here?”

“Locols? There ore people here?”

“I need at least three minutes to grow these hornets to maturity.” Like a defeated rooster, Stellario pressed his back against the dirt wall and slid to the ground. “Even then, it’ll cost me plenty of vitality. Yet, you can complete that process instantly with a flick of your finger.”

he removed a pack of cigarettes from his storage

in a deep breath before puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Tell me

crush someone’s willpower was to defeat them at what

moment, Stellario

his goal had been accomplished, Seboxia waved his hand, turning

approached Stellario. “No need to feel depressed, my good man. After all, Seboxia’s a Divine Realm cultivator. It’s normal for him to do something normal people can’t. We don’t

give me that, Jonathan. Tell me what you want from me or

I can’t help but feel like Seboxia’s a master of psychology. He always manages to find what people care about the most and

center. “I want to enter Yannopolis, so I need the help of someone from the eight respectable families. The more

saw Jonathan wasn’t joking, he shifted his sight to the map. “Yannopolis? You mean there’s a city

“Are you telling me you

are

Mallory family and a genius in

tossed into society, he’d be the equivalent of a fresh graduate from university, ready to face the

about. He then straightened his back and squatted next to Jonathan. “Tell me what

childlike curiosity on Stellario’s countenance. I’m certain

proceeded to inform Stellario about the one hundred and eight villages, their ranks, the prefects, the envoy of Outer City, and the mysterious Yannopolis, which was located

disclosed everything he saw and learned in

during that conversation Jonathan realized why the

was because of the

had an innate

such, they were able to provide Stellario with an excellent cultivation environment. As such, he had basically played with

small world, it was as if he had found a