Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 399

The mountain path was silent.

Only the brittle fallen leaves rustled against the parched earth, carried by a dry whisper of wind.

A breeze brushed against Jeong Yeon-shin’s skin—hot and devoid of moisture, carrying the oppressive air of a drought-stricken summer. Only the glaring sunlight roared overhead.

“……”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze settled beyond the shoulder of the young man standing before him.

The longer he stared at that singular point, the hazier his vision became.

At its center, a withered tree swayed feebly, its barren branches trembling in the empty sky. The sun burned unchallenged, with not a single cloud to soften its glare.

For a fleeting moment, the thoughts tangled in his mind unraveled.

Is the Squad Leader safe? If the Mount Hua Pact is invoked, who will Blue Rank and White Rank send to represent them…?

There was an unnatural stillness.

A formation, vast enough to conceal its true scale, was suppressing all presence beyond its reach.

It was not as precise as the arts of Amya Battlefront or the Bloodflame Cult.

It was subtle, effective enough to fool wandering vagrants searching for rare herbs or lost travelers.

But for evading the eyes of the world—it was more than sufficient.

This place was deep in an isolated mountain wilderness.

A vast spell formation, impressive by sheer magnitude alone, nestled within a land where no footsteps should ever tread. No faction’s hidden scouts would be able to find this place easily.

“…Taemo Mountain Fortress.”

Jeong Yeon-shin murmured, and the young man immediately reacted.

“So that’s where you’re from? No wonder you don’t look like an ordinary wanderer. Ah, I meant that in a good way. I’m eating at Yeoryeong’s table, you see—not exactly a direct disciple, but…”

His words carried a forced familiarity, but his expression remained wary.

Taemo Mountain Fortress was unlike any other of the Thirteen Heavens.

Even among unorthodox sects, its reputation was sharply divided.

A grand sect of spell-arts, splintered from Mosan Sect, always dragging along bizarre rumors wherever it went.

Claims that they offered commoners’ blood at temple altars to refine human flesh into nourishment, or that they stole the spiritual energy of sacred mountains for arcane experiments.

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