Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 400

A friend from the Mount Hua Sect blinked in astonishment.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s lips twitched slightly. Above Yu Hyeon’s head, the view of the forest stretched out in clear detail—nothing but a crude village, sparse trees, and the empty sky.

There was nothing obstructing his field of vision.

It was the difference in height between an adult and a youth.

Yu Hyeon, who had just unleashed his refined Plum Blossom Fist, awkwardly held out his fist.

Then, the young Taoist shrugged slightly, hesitating as if he wanted to point at Jeong Yeon-shin but wasn’t sure whether he should.

"It's you… right? It’s really you?"

"When are you going to grow?"

"The fact that you’re pissing me off confirms it! This is ridiculous!"

It was a rare reunion with a friend.

Seeing Yu Hyeon standing there in stunned disbelief stirred something within Jeong Yeon-shin.

A strange mix of satisfaction and amusement, yet at the same time, a subtle awareness of the difference in their fates.

Yu Hyeon was destined to live out his years as the Head of Mount Hua, while Jeong Yeon-shin had been born with time itself working against him.

It was an inferiority complex rooted as deeply as an ancient withered tree.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked down at his friend without betraying any emotion. Regardless of circumstances, he could still make Yu Hyeon flustered with just a glance.

They say that those who work with ink inevitably become stained. These days, indulging in the moment—like Tae Yeom-ryong—wasn’t all that difficult.

"You’ve become a Plum Blossom Swordmaster," Jeong Yeon-shin remarked.

The moment he sensed Yu Hyeon’s presence, he had briefly released a fraction of his Radiant Wheel Qi.

Only someone with exceptional sensory perception would have been able to detect it. As expected of the elite of Mount Hua, even stronger than the White Rank warriors of Ipwang Fortress.

"How did you already undergo Bone Renewal…? It is Bone Renewal, right?"

"It is."

"...One last confirmation. The day we first fought, when we crossed swords for the first time—you lost to me after just five moves. You remember that, right?"

"You must have spent a lot of time practicing your footwork in bed. Back then, you only lasted three…"

Jeong Yeon-shin’s words trailed off.

Yu Hyeon had suddenly closed the distance, using his now much stronger legs to approach. He lightly tapped Jeong Yeon-shin’s arm and shoulder with his fist.

His expression was far from the serene composure expected of a Daoist. His face was filled with utter disbelief.

"This—this wrist tendon, what the hell is this? Did you implant the sinew of some divine beast? And your radius bone, why is it so damn solid? If you generate Inner Strength and swing a sword with this body, just how strong would the Sword Force be…?"

"Stop touching me."

Jeong Yeon-shin’s expression hardened as he pulled away.

What the hell was he doing?

Yu Hyeon smirked and flicked a glance at his waist.

The Silver Thunder of the Divine Sword, with its resplendent silver gleam, was unmistakable. Yu Hyeon muttered to himself.

"What the hell is that?"

"Anyway, you’ve really become a big deal. The High Sword Immortal of Wudang personally descended. He was traveling with us when he suddenly sensed Yeoryeong Lord and Muryong Lord, and then—poof—he split into two bodies and vanished. It was Shadow Phantom Art, something I’d only ever heard about in stories."

Yu Hyeon rambled on.

Then—

Fwoosh.

One of the four Plum Blossom Swordmasters silently stepped forward, grabbing Yu Hyeon by the scruff of his neck and pulling him back. A reprimand, reminding him to maintain etiquette and discipline.

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