Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 447

The Outer Walls of Ipwang Fortress.

White and blue garments gleamed under the sunlight, their textures shimmering. It was clear that all of them were made of heavenly silk or fine silk.

The uniforms of those guarding the fortress walls at fixed intervals bore the same emblem—a smoothly inscribed Huang character.

"Report."

"Nothing unusual."

Masters standing guard on the outer walls.

White-clad warriors were stationed at intervals of ten jang, each positioned next to a flag bearing the Huang character, fluttering against the fortress wall.

Occasionally, a blue-clad martial artist would patrol the wall, receiving reports or giving instructions as the squad leader of the sentries.

Even though the fortress city was encircled by Yangyang's citadel, such vigilance was necessary.

It was to guard against the potential intrusion of martial artists.

Ever since an assassin from Yeo Ryeong had been captured in the city’s market district, the security of the outer walls had been significantly reinforced.

"It's desolate."

A noble martial artist carrying a spear on his back muttered to himself.

Like all warriors residing within the main fortress of Ipwang, his neatly folded pant hems fluttered in a faint azure hue at his feet.

Wigon, the Spear of Soul Restoration.

Currently under the command of Ma Gwang-ik, he was the younger brother of Wi Ye-ryeong, a renowned warrior of the April Palace Ghosts. Unlike his elder sister, however, he belonged to the Blue Order of the Yullyeong Unit, enforcing the fortress’s laws.

A status that rarely allowed for interactions with the other martial divisions.

But today was different.

Even the warriors of the Yullyeong Unit had been deployed to the outer defenses, a sign of the depletion of the main fortress's forces.

Most of Ma Gwang-ik’s men, along with Seomye and the Mu-maek warriors, had long since departed on assignments once again.

The world was calling for them.

With famine sweeping across the land, many martial artists had turned into bandits, marauders, or even violent mountain spirits.

Some had even begun speculating whether the Green Forest faction, led by the Great King of the White Axe, or a group of elite warriors from the northern tribes would rise to claim a seat among the Thirteen Heavens.

"Desolate, you say? Do you mean the main fortress?"

A white-clad martial artist standing nearby responded nonchalantly.

The area was populated only by masters of Naegigong. Even when speaking casually from a distance, conversation flowed with ease.

For the noble martial artists, if they concentrated their qi into the Wangol Acupoint behind their ears, they could even hear the sound of blades clashing in the central training grounds.

Wigon shook his head.

"It's nothing new, really. I was just thinking about the upcoming ascension ceremony of the newly appointed Purple Rank. Traditionally, the festivities should be grand enough to reach even the streets of Yangyang. And yet, a boy who knocked on the main fortress’s gates with nothing but a sword has reached the pinnacle of the White, Blue, and Black Ranks in less than three years."

"Well..."

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