Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The realm where the mind and internal energy become one.

Jeong Yeon-shin knew that the unity of essence, energy, and spirit was not always beneficial. Just look at the late head of the Mo Yong Clan.

Even after knowing the existence of martial arts imbued with divine power, he unconsciously activated the Heavenly Blood Suppression Art, which led to his breath being stolen. This happened against Jeong Yeon-shin, who wielded the decisive stroke of Thunderous Sword Execution and the first form of Blue Flame Sunlight.

At this moment, destroying the roof of the General Bureau’s pavilion had never been his intention.

It was merely the result of the Three Flowers Converging Essence forming and then dispersing once again. The current leader of Ma Gwang-ik, known for his tranquil mind like still waters, had no issues with his temperament.

As fragments of blue-black roof tiles scattered to the ground with harsh friction, Jeong Yeon-shin took a single step using Phantom Wing Steps.

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An invisible force surged from beneath his feet, pushing aside the dust particles on either side. It was like witnessing a massive, pale curtain being torn apart.

‘This is a problem.’

The young man thought.

Every movement must be strictly controlled by his consciousness. Martial arts that stray beyond control have no use in the duels of masters.

The exchange of techniques occurs at extreme speeds, and the precision of one's forms determines life or death.

At least there was a way to remedy this. The side effect of his rebirth could apparently be managed by simply ensuring he ate well.

It was advice from the previous head of the Divine Sword Sect. Now that his body and energy could fully accommodate the divinity within his upper elixir field, all he needed was proper sustenance.

Indeed, the intervals at which his Three Flowers Converging Essence wavered had grown longer.

Perhaps it was thanks to the absurd amount of smoked boar he had consumed on the way down to Yangyang. Feeling newfound respect for the senior figures of Ipwang Fortress, Jeong Yeon-shin glanced around.

The upper floor of the General Bureau’s pavilion. It resembled the gathering hall of the Wonpyeong Arena.