Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The technique of suppressing qi flow derived from Demonic Blood Extreme Arts.

It was not used merely to conceal one's presence. It was also invaluable in high-level duels between masters.

Deceiving an opponent’s qi perception was, in itself, akin to executing a feint.

It was the reason why elite martial artists could evade surprise attacks from behind. The martial energy ingrained in their bodies constantly extended beyond their five senses, allowing them to perceive the outside world.

It was the same now.

The two old masters standing guard at the manor’s entrance.

They could not fully perceive the rotation of Jeong Yeon-shin’s Radiant Wheel Qi.

Their only reaction was to lift their white eyebrows slightly, as if he had executed a technique known for its excessive spectacle rather than its true lethality.

At this moment, the spiraling qi flow swirling in Jeong Yeon-shin’s palms appeared to them as nothing more than hollow theatrics.

Perhaps it was because these elderly masters were skilled enough to replicate such displays themselves.

Fwoosh—

The swirling force made the robes of the two old men, standing with their hands behind their backs, flutter violently. Their appearances were as serene as celestial beings.

They looked the part of those who had come to capture a dragon.

The two old men spoke to each other leisurely while keeping their eyes on Jeong Yeon-shin.

“That old coot… he hasn’t tempered his temper.”

“He seems more like a child of the outer world rather than one of the Three Kings and Three Armies.”

“With that temper and that storm-like presence… he must have studied Tyrannical Martial Arts. How many young attendants must have served him?”@@novelbin@@

“But who is he?”

“Since arriving here, how many have hidden their identities? Mount Tae-Mo Fortress only opened its doors to us, but it never bound us together.”

They assumed Jeong Yeon-shin was one of the old masters who had arrived alongside them, possessing the secret techniques of Mount Tae-Mo Fortress, rather than a member of Golden Seal Gate.

Such was the complacency characteristic of elderly martial masters who had trained for decades.

The old men before him did not seem to perceive the harsh Huang character embroidered on his shoulder.

“I’ll give you some advice out of caution, young man. If you do not wish to end up like the servants below—”

The elder on the left cut himself off as he referred to the village’s iron artisans as slaves.

The composed demeanor of an old master, one who did not envy Reversal Rejuvenation, briefly wavered as his gaze met Jeong Yeon-shin’s indifferent eyes.