Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

The Lord of the Pure Devil Sect and the Lord of the Ten Gates—

Two beings likened to natural disasters were being held at bay by a single man.

A black-robed swordsman bearing the character for 'Wilderness' on his shoulders.

A youth dragging along a mere cart, yet speaking audacious words before the supreme masters of Sichuan—

And yet, the two grandmasters remained unmoved.

Their expressions were as calm as still water, as if upholding the detachment of sages.@@novelbin@@

An unrefined strike would never work on peerless masters.

A heart that wavers—even for an instant—would spell defeat.

That was why both the Lord of the Pure Devil Sect and the Lord of the Ten Gates simply stood there, gazing at Jeong Yeon-shin.

They were measuring him.

Searching for openings.

A cold silence blanketed the battlefield.

The dry wind slithered across the ground, sending pebbles rolling aimlessly.

This was a battleground entangling every major faction of Sichuan.

Not just a struggle for power—but one that would impact the martial world and the people of Sichuan for generations.

All of high society and the great sects would be watching this outcome with bated breath.

Neither side could afford to back down.

The hundreds of warriors surrounding them no longer radiated killing intent.

Instead, they had distanced themselves, silently observing the confrontation between the three.

Only the Tang Clan warriors continued to whisper among themselves, their fingers lightly curling, ever prepared to hurl concealed weapons.

“Is it truly the same benefactor…? But he’s far too—”

“They say he has undergone Bone Reformation. Even the Lord of the Ten Gates said so.”

“A true prodigy.”

The Tang Clan—

Sichuan’s greatest noble family—

Relieved a breath they hadn’t realized they had been holding.

Their warriors were bold, even relaxed. Some joked about sending spies to Ipwang Fortress, while one of the women even casually suggested offering herself instead of Dokbong.

“Not allowed?”

“Nonsense. If it’s not the young lady herself, it would be beneath him.”

“One must be worthy of being called Sichuan’s finest.”

“But where are the other two? Why is only the benefactor here—?”

“We’ll ask later. It’s not over yet.”

The Tang Clan masters spread their Qi, keeping watch on all sides—