Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 454

A waterway encircling Hangzhou stretched far into the distance, merging with the horizon.

It was the Zhejiang River.

At this moment, the vast, flowing river was no different from the sea. The water carried an eerie tranquility, its surface tinged with a pale, misty hue.

It reflected only the deep blue sky, its gentle currents shifting to and fro, never revealing the depths below—just like the martial world, often referred to as the Jianghu.

Splash.

A young boy sitting at the edge of the dock kicked his feet in the water.

The surroundings were quiet.

The Zhejiang River, which ran through Hangzhou, had once been a bustling route for ships of all kinds. But ever since the rise of Wansang Water Stronghold, which now held a seat among the Thirteen Heavens, the waterway had long been obstructed.

A sect poised to become another pillar of the Thirteen Heavens in this era of upheaval.

Pirates who had mastered formidable martial arts.

For trade routes to thrive, merchant ships needed to pass freely.

Yet, Wansang Water Stronghold, as if intent on carving their name into history, intermittently blocked various waterways.

With extraordinary naval warfare techniques and unmatched maneuvering skills, they evaded both the imperial navy and the pursuers from Ipwang Fortress. Even Hangzhou itself was within their sphere of influence.

Because of this, the child, who had been idly passing time, now witnessed a spectacle.

Four figures descended from the sky.

The distance between them was vast, and their worlds were entirely different.

Beyond the smooth, silk-like surface of the flowing water, past the towering reefs left in the wake of wars from the founding era, further still where the bright white sunlight bathed the river’s center.

The very pinnacle of the martial world.

Splash.

A person's feet touched the surface of the water without sinking. A woman, dressed in garments reminiscent of a Taoist deity, stood upon the water in white silk socks.

Yulha Nangnang, the Holy Fire Sword Deity, effortlessly demonstrated the profound mastery of "Ascending the Still Waters."

She did not drift like a floating reed—she truly walked upon water. Only the hem of her flowing, pale pink robe trailed into the river, darkening as it absorbed the moisture.

Next was Jeong Yeon-shin.

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