Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Martial masters who have reached the pinnacle of internal cultivation are always big eaters.

It is not merely because they expend vigorous energy through their martial arts. Rather, it is because food is the purified essence of nature’s vital energy.

Just as those raised in noble households or Buddhist-Immortal cultivators refine spiritual pellets with their inner power, true masters of internal cultivation—who have achieved the Grand Circulation of Genuine Qi—treat every meal as a subtle elixir.

A diet sustained by refined energy accumulation.

Not a single waste particle is left behind, burned away entirely.

This was why even humble sects, where obtaining potent medicinal herbs was difficult, could sometimes produce supreme martial masters.

Still, one must retain enough nutrients to maintain muscle strength…

Jeong Yeon-shin pondered as he sat inside a tranquil guest room.

The scent unique to Buddhist temples drifted gently through the air.

Across from him, an extremely gaunt Buddhist nun observed him with eyes too deep to gauge.

To either side of her, three elderly monks—appearing to be of similar age—sat in quiet contemplation.

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All of them were bhikkhunis.

— I truly did not expect the one called the “Dark Flame Monarch” to be this young. Even accounting for the rumors that he reversed his age through bone-marrow cleansing and body refinement techniques…

— Rumors say he is no more than ten, perhaps eighteen at most. He has not even reached adulthood.

— The Martial Gathering, I mean… Wouldn’t this be too much of a burden for the young layman? No matter how exceptional his martial prowess and rank, standing among the leaders of the great sects… It is truly regrettable.

— One cannot help but feel sympathy. Our junior is right.

— I am also troubled by our Grandmaster’s stance. She has never been one to soften her words…

— I heard that the youngest black rank warrior of Ipwang Fortress strongly inherited his grandfather’s bloodline. A rogue warrior, they say.

A soft ripple of internal energy brushed against Jeong Yeon-shin’s ears before dissipating like a sigh.

It was the monks’ transmitted voice technique.

Normally, such exchanges followed the meticulous secrecy of Whispering Sound Transmission, a method that enclosed the voice within a Qi barrier.

However, Yeon-shin’s Upper Dantian deciphered its internal Qi structure without difficulty, unraveling its meaning directly into his mind.