Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 422

Footsteps echoed through the dry earth.

Step.

Descending slowly to the ground, Jeong Yeon-shin lowered his eyelids for a moment.

Was it because of the summer forest? A sweltering humidity clung to his skin, and the sensation beneath his feet felt odd—damp and coarse.

This was the land of the Jeong family estate.

More precisely, the back mountain—where the tombs of the estate’s household members lay.

Rumors from Dengfeng County had been strange.

Earlier, he had arrived in the city at the foot of Songshan with the Ma Gwang-ik. Dengfeng County, just below Shaolin.

He had intended to head straight to the guest lodgings reserved for those with business at Shaolin, but then he heard that the Celestial Pinnacle Immortals of Mount Dianchang had gone to visit the Ma Gwang-ik Lord’s family home.

He couldn't ignore it. Last year, he hadn’t been able to visit his family’s burial grounds.

At this time last year, Jeong Yeon-shin had been in Sichuan—on the very day his maternal grandfather, Ma Yeon-jeok, attempted to perish together with the Bloodflame Cult’s leader.

And now…

He slowly turned his head.

The scene around him felt unfamiliar.

At this moment, the people kneeling on the slope below the burial site, looking more like half-formed stones than men, were nothing.

Even the words they had thrown at the White Qilin, Namgung Hwa-shin, were no better than a monkey’s breath.

But the real issue was the brick wall encircling his mother’s grave like an imperial mausoleum.

The sweltering wind blew listlessly against the stone wall before brushing past Jeong Yeon-shin, carrying with it an eerie energy from the surface of the bricks.

Bloodflame Cult… Bloodshadow Rakshasa Hand.

The smooth, clean-cut edges were familiar.

A trace left by an incredibly sharp palm technique. There was no need to wonder who had done this—there was only one possibility.

It must have been one of the Seven Blood Demons of the Bloodflame Cult.

There is no trace of their aura now, but what were they doing here?

Jeong Yeon-shin, having long since reached adulthood, had the Jeong Family’s Profound Art as his foundation.

And at the heart of that martial art was his mother. Whatever happened in this burial ground, he would feel it keenly.

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