Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

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.