Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 439

High Monk Beomheo.

The abbot of Shaolin declared an early conclusion to the Huashan Summit Martial Duel. The reason was that martial artists who had risen in scattered uprisings near Dengfeng County had begun harming the people.

They were plundering food, water, and livestock—the lifelines of those suffering through the great famine.

Among them, the core members of the Six Kings Gate, who had degenerated into mere brigands, were subdued by Huashan swordsmen, including the Sacred Flame Sword Deity, Yulha Nangnang.

—We only wished to save the six masters of our sect.

Their excuse was brief. The leaders of the Six Kings Gate refused to reveal who had ordered their rebellion or what they had been promised in return.

Some speculated that they had dealings with the Thirteen Heavens of the Unorthodox Factions, such as Taemo Fortress.

To save their grandmasters, who were already on the verge of death, there were hardly any options beyond Rejuvenation Elixirs or the forbidden arts of Reverse Heaven techniques.

A great famine.

Chivalrous warriors were now being tested by an era of chaos.

Would they uphold their banner of righteousness despite starvation, or would they cast aside their pride and honor to fill their bellies and prepare for the future?

Those who responded to the Six Kings Gate’s uprising chose the latter.

They secretly carried out looting across the relatively fertile lands of Henan, only to be dismantled by the immortal masters of the Nine Great Sects.

Not only did Huashan, focused on capturing the Six Kings Gate’s leaders, demonstrate its might, but so did the swords of Emei, Wudang, Qingcheng, and Mount Heaven.

The martial arts of the Nine Great Sects, rarely displayed outside their mountains, proved worthy of the title "Thousand-Year Martial Lineage."

It was a clear revelation to the world that Ipwang Fortress was not the only stronghold protecting the common people.

Some critics debated whether Ipwang Fortress or the Nine Great Sects held greater influence.

The martial world had grown barren in spirit, and the value of righteousness was falling beneath the weight of survival.

It was a competition no one had ever wished for.

“…The abbot of Shaolin has declared an era of clemency?”

“I think your posture wavered just now… No? Well, it was certainly a relief, but neither the eminent monk nor the Buddha statues of the Grand Hall of Shaolin would claim that the killings were entirely due to the Great Lord. After all, even Shaolin is not free from factional disputes. At the center of it all is the abbot himself.”

“A faction?”

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