Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Behind Jeong Yeon-shin, the young sect leader let out a long sigh and followed with large steps. At the same time, the thick hem of his robe fluttered once, settling the dust Jeong Yeon-shin had disturbed with a smooth motion.

The young sect leader of the Demonic Sect, the most esteemed of them all, wielded his internal energy with an effortless grace that came with practice.

“You’re quite something.”

The young sect leader placed his hand on Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t this seem a little off? These fools who think they’re the greatest in the world, acting so high and mighty—I'd love to overturn their lavish banquet too.”

His unnervingly soft, pale fingers grasped the cloth covering the character ‘荒’ (Huang) as if it were nothing.

The mark of someone who had perfected the art of the Unarmed Demon Technique to its extreme. To an unknowing observer, it might look like a delicate hand, but to Jeong Yeon-shin, who knew better, it was anything but.

“Let go.”

“Let go.”

A smooth voice from beside him echoed, the Seventh Apostle coldly speaking.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze ran over the young sect leader, whose glance felt like a sharp blade.

The young sect leader, his shoulder hidden by his cloak, casually raised it in a dismissive gesture, then dropped his hand.

“Please, show some tolerance. Words like ‘husband and wife’ have become meaningless with the passage of time, especially in noble circles. But now, there are matters I need to discuss with your husband…”@@novelbin@@

With the sound of his clothes brushing against the air, the Seventh Apostle took a step back. She subtly turned her body, lowering her delicate eyelashes as if cutting off further interest.

In that moment, her breathing deepened, and her footwork seemed to lose its trace, as if absorbed into the art of footwork.

She remained as unpredictable as ever. One moment, she'd display an obsession and devotion tinged with madness, and the next, reveal the dignified pride and arrogance typical of the aristocrats of the Bloodflame Cult.

Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t fully comprehend her thoughts. It was harder to fathom than any martial art he had ever encountered.

‘It’s like a performance, not martial arts.’