Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Sichuan was once the land of Shu—a sovereign kingdom in its own right.

The Imperial Governor and the Provincial Commander held absolute control over the administration, finance, and military of Sichuan.

In essence, they were the rulers of the province—kings in all but name.

Beyond the imperial court in Beijing, they had no reason to humor anyone.

And yet—

“Lord of Bright Wing’s favorite food…?”

What kind of nonsense was this?

The Provincial Commander frowned, about to respond—but then stopped himself.

The Imperial Governor shot him a brief glance and shook his head ever so slightly.

A silent warning.

‘This man…?’

Of course, the Provincial Commander had heard of Lord of Yeouicheon, Bukgung Ah.

It was said she was not someone one could reason with.

A woman who could shatter a cliffside with a single punch—who regarded high-ranking officials as nothing more than roadside boulders.

But then again—

Wasn’t every Great Lord of the Society of Sacred Swords the same?

‘They’re all infamous for their arrogance and love of battle.’

The Provincial Commander studied Lord of Yeouicheon with a sidelong glance.

“Does he even have a favorite food?”

Her unfiltered muttering was like that of a woman who had never once considered another person’s preferences.

A figure wholly independent of the world.

Her lashes were long, but her piercing blue eyes were impossible to hide.

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That flicker of inhumanity was proof of her bloodline, martial prowess, and internal cultivation.

The Provincial Commander subtly clamped his mouth shut.

The realization struck him like a tidal wave.

Thirteen leaders commanded the Society’s martial forces.
This was the most dangerous place in Sichuan.

Across from him, the Imperial Governor exhaled—a long sigh of relief.