Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Finally.

The Great Lords of the Society of Sacred Swords had gathered.

Standing atop a hill littered with countless corpses and shattered weapons, they faced each other in silence. The only sound was the heavy fluttering of their sleeves in the wind. Not a single enemy remained alive.

It was an overwhelming sight.

The crowds stationed along the mountains surrounding Cloudveil Peak kept their mouths shut. The sheer gravity of what lay before them left them speechless.@@novelbin@@

Those dressed in silk robes or carrying weapons—people with even a basic understanding of the martial world—stood frozen, unwilling to move even a fingertip.

Only the truly ignorant whispered among themselves, their faces drained of color.

“The Golden Dawn Lord’s head has been severed…!”

“Is that true?”

“How could a phoenix that has spread its wings be felled by mere humans…?”

Three major factions had been all but annihilated. Ten War Gate and Golden Dawn Sect would never rise again, and the elite Sunmaryeon martial artists had been reduced to corpses.

It was as if all unorthodox sects in Sichuan had vanished overnight.

This was not just an immediate shift in the balance of power—it would reshape the entire martial world.

Everyone stood frozen, holding their breath.

Meanwhile.

On a hill where no one else could tread.

A girl, crouched atop a slanted spear, finally spoke.

The crimson tips of her short hair swayed slightly over her small shoulders, as if the tension had only just begun to dissipate.

“See? I told you not to force your way in.”

She glanced around and then turned to Jeong Yeon-shin.

“Seomye, they were trying to smear your achievements—trying to steal your right to become the next Leader of the Society of Sacred Swords.”

Ak Su-rim’s voice was sharp.

Deputy Commander of the Society of Sacred Swords, Ipwang Divine Spear.

Among the assembled Great Lords, she was the eldest.

And among the black-clad warriors of Ipwang Fortress, there was not a single one who was not a transcendent master.

Perhaps it was the weight of her position.

Her expression was unusually stiff, and the corners of her small mouth were pressed tight.

Her pitch-black irises burned with restrained intensity, darting between Jeong Yeon-shin and the Golden Dawn Lord’s lifeless body.

It was clear she was struggling to suppress her emotions.

“Let’s set the record straight.”

Her words were pointed.

“Every time I saw you thrust your spear from afar, you kept glancing over here.”