Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 438

The Green Jade Sword Hall was filled with commotion. It was hardly a suitable place for an absolute master with heightened senses to recover in peace.

After his victory over the Sword Queen, Chui So-ok, Jeong Yeon-shin had lost consciousness and was transported to Shin Yae-hyeon.

There was no risk of energy deviation during the journey. Cheongmyeong and the elite warriors under Ma Gwang-ik had utilized their supreme Soaring Movement Techniques to ensure his safe passage.

It was reminiscent of when Jeong Yeon-shin had been carried in a palanquin like a triumphant general after subjugating the heretical forces of Sima from Shaanxi—only this time, the palanquin had been replaced with a stretcher.

An absolute master, unseen by the warriors of Ipwang Fortress, watched over him.

This enigmatic figure was enveloped in a bizarre distortion of space, making even his features and attire indistinguishable. His identity was vouched for by Ma Gwang-iljo.

He had been present when Jeong Yeon-shin slaughtered the Lord of the Mo Yong Clan.

His status was highly classified—an Assassin’s Sword of Bonseong.

The mysterious figure even produced the command medallion of the Lord of Ipwang Fortress, bearing the sigil of the Thousand-Year Tree. There was no room left for doubt.

Thus—

Jeong Yeon-shin did not wake.

Jeongga Donggong was a technique that moved on its own, even while its practitioner slept.

Since his body needed to focus solely on restoring his meridians and suppressing the risk of energy deviation, even the energy that would have been expended in consciousness was redirected to the technique’s operation.

Moreover, the mysterious master watching over him was an orthodox heir to Jeongga Donggong, capable of assisting in his energy circulation.

—His meridians are in such a weakened state. I trust no fool will be reckless enough to feed him medicinal elixirs.

—If any imbecile dares reveal their ignorance, I will crush their skull on the spot.

Many had already deduced the identity of the mysterious figure.

They envisioned an elderly man draped in a crimson robe standing within the distorted space.

The warriors of Ipwang Fortress, those below the Violet Rank, focused on guarding them. Even after reaching their destination, their vigilance remained.

The old estate of the Jeong Family.

It had once belonged to a wealthy trading guild.

Long ago, while Jeong Hye, Jeong Yeon-shin’s niece, had been abducted by Yeo Ryeong’s Sima from Shaanxi, his second eldest brother, Jeong Jung-san, had sold the land in a desperate attempt to hire mercenaries to protect her.

But now, that was no longer the case.

A highly respected merchant lord had voluntarily transferred the estate and its lands back to Jeong Yeon-shin.

Even the well-maintained gardens and the festival swings in the courtyard, traditionally burned during the Dano Festival, had been restored.

It was said that the merchant had painstakingly gathered accounts from the villagers of Shin Yae-hyeon to reconstruct the estate exactly as it had been before it fell into ruin.

Thus, the scenery now was nearly identical to when Jeongga Donggong was first conceptualized.

Until Jeong Yeon-shin established his own household, a few warriors from Ipwang Fortress’s Henan Branch would reside there.

It was the childhood home of the Young Grandmaster.

Throughout the estate, warriors of Ipwang Fortress, including Ma Gwang-ik, patrolled diligently.

Some, like Hyeon Won-chang, even sprinkled salt over Jeong Ban-ak’s former quarters, ensuring no remnants of past bloodshed lingered.

The masters of the Bright Lineage marveled at the land, remarking on its unusually dense earthly energy—a stark contrast to a manor that had once burned at the hands of the Sword Master of Fallen Blades.

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