Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 421

Yong Hui-myeong, the Commander of the Divine Sword Corps, had been silently gazing at Jeong Yeon-shin for a while before he finally spoke.

"That’s not it."

"…?"

Jeong Yeon-shin tilted his head slightly.

A faint smile flickered in Yong Hui-myeong’s eyes.

Though his official dismissal had been postponed due to the turbulent times, the Commander of the Divine Sword Corps carried himself like a carefree nobleman, enjoying the world's pleasures while still possessing a deep understanding of its affairs.

He spoke slowly.

"The Violet Robe is an Imperial Secret Artifact. The more battles you experience, the more the spiritual essence embedded within it absorbs your energy, making the fabric tougher. You could consider it your second layer of body protection."

"Yes, I am aware."

"There’s only one reason the Imperial Family would bestow such a sacred garment upon you. It’s because, right now, the only people who can take your place… are me and your maternal grandfather."

Slurp.

A delicate fragrance of tea filled the air. Yong Hui-myeong had taken a sip from his cup.

"Just as a black rank cannot act as a violet, a violet must never lower their rank arbitrarily. You are now someone of dignity. Even if a mission requires disguise, you must never compromise your standing."

"…"

"Or… is it that you don’t trust the other black ranks within your own stronghold? That you insist on maintaining your authority as a Commander?"

His words carried a teasing edge.

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately shook his head.

While his uncle Ma Jin and Tae Yeom-ryong were individuals he had to look after, much like his cousin Jeong Hye, the senior members of the Wonpyeong First Sword Hall were a different matter entirely.

"I was arrogant. I just… didn’t want to fail."

The Mount Hua Oath—the Greatest Martial Gathering in the World.

This was unfamiliar territory. He had never experienced anything like it before.

Not only was he representing Ipwang Fortress, but he was also stepping forward as an absolute master—where even victory would not necessarily mean success.

That was why he had insisted on taking two positions.

He was willing to endure criticism for it.

The fear of failure loomed large.

Ever since he had witnessed the Supreme Sword of Wudang, the pressure had been crushing.

After all, the Mount Hua Oath stemmed from a promise made generations ago through a pact with the Grand Hero.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not want to disgrace his grandfather’s name.

Nor did he want to be the cause of disaster for Ipwang Fortress.

He, more than anyone else, had been the catalyst for activating the Mount Hua Oath.

The cost of failure was far too great—if Ipwang Fortress lost, the great martial sects would gain the right to command violet-ranked masters as they saw fit.

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