Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 444

Even the seemingly serene Rider’s Blade Stance could become a deadly combat posture in the hands of Ipwang Fortress’s Violet Lord.

Though Jeong Yeon-shin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his divine sword hovered beside him, floating in midair. The sheer force emanating from it shook the ground, sending violent tremors up to the very peak of the pavilion.

Dust rose from the shattered roof tiles, cascading around him like mist.

Hoo…

Behind the silver mask, So Cheonmujuk’s eyes curved into crescent moons.

"I heard the rumors about Mount Hua, but you’ve grown even stronger since then."

There was no attempt to conceal admiration in the remark.

At the same time, the masked cult master casually extended his free hand—the opposite of the one holding Baek Mi-ryeo’s throat—in a placating gesture. A motion that, while appearing playful, revealed not the slightest vulnerability.

As expected of a supreme master of demonic arts, one who had refined their techniques to the level of transcendence.

So Cheonmujuk’s lips parted slightly.

"Wouldn’t it be better if you just stayed put?"

"……."

"This Baek Mi-ryeo was mine to begin with. It’s about time I did with her as I please."

A cryptic statement.

So Cheonmujuk and Baek Mi-ryeo.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not know what grudge or history lay between them.

Was the cult master trying to eliminate her as a fellow successor of demonic techniques?

Or perhaps, just as Jeong Yeon-shin cherished the Seomye martial lineage, the last remaining heir of the Ming Cult had decided to take Baek Mi-ryeo as his successor. Either possibility was plausible.

His comrades in Ma Gwang-ik's Division rarely spoke about their burdens.

Even Cheongmyeong and Hyeon Won-chang had only shared brief words after their sects became battlegrounds.

As for Baek Mi-ryeo, she had never once revealed her true thoughts to him, aside from the single fact that she practiced Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

None of them wished to burden their leader further.

In that moment, Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly realized something.

All this time, he had simply received the care and attention of his comrades, the youngest of Ma Gwang-ik's Division, without truly understanding their struggles.

Even now, wearing the Violet Robe, that had not changed.

It was a painful realization.

"You should let go."

He spoke without any real intent, merely watching his opponent in silence.

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