Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 405

The darkness cast by the shadow of the Formless Greatsword was vast.

It was the shade forged over decades of refinement by the greatest swordsman of Namjikrye. At this moment, within the abyss that had taken the form of a sword, lay the life of Namgung Mu-jin.

The rough, scratchy bedding of the common folk, the soft touch that had once entered his embrace only to slip away, and the biting wind of blood that swept through the young man who had deliberately scattered his qi perception in an attempt to feel only his beloved—

—"My lord, the wretched thing has revealed its true nature."

—"What?"

—"While you were resting, the lowly creature stole a treasured item and fled. I remained cautious in the shadows and carefully observed that foolish woman’s movements, but the only thing she did was haggle with a merchant at a stall across the way… Here."

—"What in the— This is…?"

—"I secretly beheaded her and retrieved it. The family head has ordered strict discipline upon your conduct… Is this not just before your marriage to the Huizhou Merchant Guild, which possesses a fortune of a hundred thousand seok of rice?"

Namgung Mu-jin was the heir of the foremost clan in Namjikrye.

His personal guard was a trusted confidant of the family head, and as the clan’s young lord, he could not defy the family’s will.

He left, fleeing with only a single sword in hand.

The cowardly young lord wandered aimlessly through the martial world, searching for something to blame at its root.

Then, he found it.

The Celestial Tree, standing alone on cracked, desolate earth. It was not something that could be dismissed as merely a tree—its deep green leaves stretched across the sky, casting an endless shadow. A monstrous existence beyond mere nature.

That was not some mere ancient tree.

It was something that possessed a will.

For fifteen days, the young swordsman gazed upon that tree from a distance.

He avoided the rigorous patrols of high-ranking masters, their ears as keen as sword edges, all while sharpening his conviction like a blade.

—"That thing… That is the demon that sucks the very essence of the earth itself."

It had to be cut down.

Thus was born Moonlit Crossing. The crystallization of a supreme martial master’s refined will.

Namgung Mu-jin’s Formless Greatsword loathed the famine cast over the world.

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