Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 424

The old sliding door creaked as it opened.

As Jeong Yeon-shin entered, the scent of aged wood filled the air, blending with the subtle fragrance typical of a temple where rituals were conducted.

This temple, situated quite far from the Shaolin Temple, had a large round wooden table, around which several figures were seated. They turned their heads at the sound of the door.

Even such a small movement caused the air inside the room to ripple, translucent as though it were alive. No one had particularly unleashed any forceful aura.

‘It’s dense.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought.

Thanks to the lighthearted conversation with Yu Hyun earlier, the burden of attending this meeting of the martial world’s elite had been somewhat alleviated.

But the weight of this meeting would make even the breath of the Sohwa’s Ultimate Martial Breathing feel heavy.

"The Purple One has arrived."

The old Go Geomjin, wearing the face of a youth, reached toward the front with a hand.

At the same time, his eyes, which had cultivated Mu Dang’s supreme martial arts for decades, sent a gaze, a subtle but powerful aura emanating from it. It was a directionless flow.

Jeong Yeon-shin sat down with a slightly tense heart.

The people before him were the representatives of the Great Factions that comprised the martial world. And now, Jeong Yeon-shin was the face of Ipwang Fortress.

“The Head Priest will be here soon. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

White Medic (Baekyak Satae) spoke with a soft smile, and Jeong Yeon-shin nodded in return, trying not to look around.

It was due to the earlier discomfort from glancing at Yulha Nangrang, an incident that had unsettled him. His martial arts skills were enough to handle such a trivial matter.

"....."

A peaceful silence settled.

Cheongsu Jin-in of Cheongseong, White Medic from Ami, Go Geomjin of Mu Dang, and Yulha Nangrang of Hwasan each stole glances at Jeong Yeon-shin, either briefly or openly.

Among them, only White Medic and Yulha Nangrang sent him softer glances.

Jeong Yeon-shin avoided their gazes slightly.

His senses were running wild. It felt as though invisible threads were brushing against his skin.

At this moment, the years that the four unparalleled martial masters had accumulated, the subtle pulsations of their muscles, meridians, and internal energy, all presented themselves as powerful stimuli.

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