Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Even if one is late in moving out, they can still arrive first.

Earlier, Jeong Yeon-shin had placed his hands and feet into the three streams of energy released by Bukgung Ah, using them to propel himself in his own unique path—an unconventional way of channeling energy.

In an instant, he calculated his movements.

Moving his body while visualizing the trajectory was not difficult for him, much like when he once followed the Grand Monk Wonjeok’s path, using the Golden Buddha Immovable Technique’s channel.

Now, however, Jeong Yeon-shin’s Hwanikbo carried a different energy.

It was no longer just about accelerating his body using the force of the energy or releasing power waves through his walking technique.

He now infused his steps with an incredibly potent intent, shortening the time it took for his advancing steps with extreme precision.

The method he had executed was akin to the profound skills achieved through centuries of immersion in both Taoist and Buddhist martial arts, an almost mystical application of martial prowess.

Each of his five steps was peculiarly fast and free.

“Bukgung Ah is indeed impressive,” he thought.

He felt a slight difference, perhaps the size of a single step. In the brief moment when he had loosened her hair tie, removing her outer robe by force, he had even left her waist unprotected. If this were real combat, he would have dealt a significant wound to her—right after killing Bukgung Ah.

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Jeong Yeon-shin grasped her hair tie and black robe with both hands, lifting them in unison.

The tie felt smooth, as though it were brand new, gently brushing against the sides of his skin, while the black robe, worn from withstanding countless battles, had a coarser texture.

The sensation was peculiar.

His older brothers, Jeong Nam and Jeong Jung, sometimes used to show off trinkets or mock swords they had stolen from the children of the warrior families across the river, boasting about how the villagers would try to take them back.

It was a playful game for the children of the wealthy landowners in the Shin Ya-hyeon region.

Whenever such games of capture took place, Jeong Yeon-shin would gaze over the village walls, watching the children chasing each other with a detached interest.

“I only saw it from afar.”