Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The divine sword bestowed by the Tang siblings.

It felt like an extension of his own body.

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin grasped the sword’s hilt, he realized that he could now wield Ten Thousand Blossoms in the Rain’s (Mancheon Hwawu) Absorption Technique and Emission Principle through a weapon.

The extreme state of unity between mind and sword extended from his palm to the sword itself, allowing him to manifest the Ten Thousand Blossoms in the Rain technique through the blade.

The Silent Divine Sword of the Sword Sect’s Patriarch.

The Thunder-Rousing Sky Sword of the Namgung Clan’s greatest swordsman.

The Dog-Beating Staff of the Beggars’ Sect Leader.

The Flame-Purging Demon Bow of the Shadow Night Lord.

Each of them symbolized absolute authority and martial supremacy in the world of Murim.

Among them, the Divine Entrance Sword of the Society of Sacred Swords’ leader and the Obliteration Sword of Ipwang Fortress’s Lord were rarely drawn, yet they ruled Murim through sheer fear alone.

The sect leaders of the great orthodox factions possessed sacred weapons that rivaled even the greatest artifacts.

Some sacred relics, like the Jade Buddha Palm of the Shaolin Abbot, were used solely as supreme symbols. Others, however, could elevate a martial artist’s skills to their absolute peak, the twelfth level of perfection.

Even the shattered Falling Star Sword became an even deadlier weapon when wielded by the Lord of the Mo Yong Clan.

Yet, at this moment, Jeong Yeon-shin coveted nothing.

The vast, ochre-colored land stretched endlessly, overturned by the previous battle.

Only the wind whispered softly, kicking up dust and tugging at his tattered robes.

He stood there, sword lowered, retracing the events of mere moments ago—consolidating his enlightenment.

So, this is possible.

Just before—

He had deflected the Dragon Manifestation Sky Cannon of the Ghostly Tyrant King while simultaneously conjuring a sword wind imbued with Ten Thousand Blossoms in the Rain.

In the fleeting instant of his opponent’s forty-five transformations, he had infused a halo of sword energy into the drifting dandelion seeds around him, sending them forward as silent messengers of death.

The Ghostly Tyrant King had been using his internal energy to replace the shattered bones and ruptured organs Jeong Yeon-shin had destroyed with Yi Gi Yu Geom.

In his desperate bid to take Jeong Yeon-shin down with him, he had no chance to reinforce his body with defensive energy. A fatal wound was inevitable.

“To wield the great Ten Thousand Blossoms in the Rain with nothing but a sword and a single golden dandelion…”@@novelbin@@

Peng Yeol-ran’s gaze, losing focus, lingered on Jeong Yeon-shin.

The tattered remnants of her red robe fluttered at her feet. No longer did it resemble a groom’s ceremonial robes of a joyous day.

She tilted her head slightly upward.

“Quite poetic. The Lord of Gold and Dawn will be pleased with you.”