Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 27

Jongnampa (2)

The moment when Jongnam’s disciples were surprised by the incredible swordsmanship, they clenched their teeth and tried to pull out their swords.

“stop!”

The bushes trembled at the sound of the jade bell. I felt an incredible energy.

Sabak.

She descends like a heavenly fairy with a powerful presence.

The realm of portraiture is also here.

Jeong Yeon-shin stared at the woman standing in the middle as if mediating.

‘Strong.’

The rare beauty of her appearance did not catch my eye.

She had an aura of solemnity all over her body, to the point where her slender body seemed colorless.

Just watching him standing there made me feel like he had extraordinary skills.

“It’s quite a sight to see. His words and actions are hardly worthy of being called Jongnam’s disciple. Let’s go back and talk.”

Those on guard bowed their heads to her soft words.

It seemed like the superior was pointing out his behavior.

Only then did they realize their shame and blush.

“I’m sorry, Your Excellency.”

“I am embarrassed to see you.”

The woman nodded at their apology and turned to Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang.

“Really.”

She licked her lips.

The blades of grass that brushed against the hem of the fluttering robe split apart.

A state where the energy waves of the entire body are sharp. It seemed to be no less than that of the blue of the Yellow Emperor.

“I am ashamed in front of the nobles of Iphwangseong.”

“······.”

It seemed as if Heonwonchang was completely overwhelmed.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth because she couldn’t believe she was just standing there blankly.

“My name is Jeong Yeon-shin. I belong to Ma Gwang-ik. I am also a member of the Heonwonchang clan here.”

“Jongnampa, it’s called Wijimyohwa.”

There was a sense of intimidation in the soft words. Jeong Yeon-shin clearly felt it.

It wasn’t particularly impressive. It just came across as a natural elegance.

Now I can finally feel the power of the old school.

“Wi Zhi Myo Hwa······? Huh, the Cloud Sword Dragon of the Jongnam faction!”

I discovered the woman’s identity through Heonwonchang’s exclamation.

It is said that the leader of the Sapa group that was rampant in the crowd was killed.

He is a master whose name is already known throughout the world.

Cloud Sword Dragon, Weizhi Myohwa.

There was a widespread rumor that he was a genius who came down from heaven by mistake.

Hwasanpa’s Yoo Hyeon was sixteen years old this year, the same age as Jeong Yeon-shin, and it seemed like he would end up like that if he practiced intensively in the closed-door practice for five years.

‘You were born and raised in Jongnam, so you became an ambassador at a young age.’

It wasn’t something that Jeong Yeon-shin, who was at least four years younger than her, had planned to do.

A constitution that will lead to a short life. This is because it has become a habit to exclude one’s age.

“It is truly an honor to meet Lady Wiji, who has gained fame as a swordsman.”

Heonwonchang won the lottery.

Wizhi Myohwa rebuked his priests in front of him.

I couldn’t help but feel fond of her. Jeong Yeon-shin was the same.

It felt like I had met a true old-school warrior that I had only heard of, so I put my hands together after Heonwonchang.

“I was rudely sent from Jongnam’s headquarters. I am ashamed before the Great Swordsman of Wiji.”

Instead of calling them women’s heroes or young heroes, they were called great heroes.

A person who has been given the nickname of a dragon even though he is not a man.

He is a senior who roams the world of martial arts as a swordsman, holding a single sword.

It was a remark that came out so casually because of Jeong Yeon-shin’s incomparable wealth of experience and high achievements.

The eyes of the wise man opened gently.

Ah, it was so beautiful that it was a little understandable that Heonwonchang made such a foolish sound.

“Jeong So-hyeop was the first to grab the sword, but my priest took it first. Everyone saw it. Rather, I would like to apologize on behalf of Jong-nam.”

There was warmth in the expression on his face as he stared at Jeongyeonshin, and it felt surprisingly natural to say that he represented Jongnam from a prestigious school.

Among the masters I met in the world of martial arts, he was second only to the Hwasan Sword Master Cheonju, who was considered Marjin’s greatest rival.

It was to the point where I thought it was the first in terms of elegance.

“You have kept our guest for a long time. I will guide you to the main temple. I will go up and listen to your business.”

“thank you.”

After greeting each other again and raising his head, a familiar face appeared in Jeongyeonshin’s sight.

It was the second oldest brother, Jeong Joong-san, who had a look of despair on his face.

* * *

“Are you saying that Hye-ah is being trained by Jongnam Sword Immortal?”

“I haven’t become a disciple yet, but I know that I’m receiving teachings that are almost on a par with that.”

I couldn’t help but be surprised by Jeong Jung-san’s words as we climbed the mountain together.

Jongnam Geomseon was said to be a swordsman who surpassed Yeo Il-sin, a great elder and a famous person.

Although he rarely came down to earth, his fame was world-wide.

His niece, Jeong-hye, was recognized for her talents.

While feeling relieved, Jeong Joong-san glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin with a complicated expression on his face.

“More than that, you······ have become stronger than anyone could have guessed. You’re a full-fledged warrior of the Imperial Palace.”

“Getting stronger? There’s still a long way to go.”

Jeongyeon Shin was also careful with her words to her older brother.

The only person who knew his lifespan was the Lord of Iphwangseong.

In many ways, I had no desire to increase it further.

“Jeong So-hyeop’s ambition to improve is dazzling. So, I guess he has already obtained the white robe and blue long robe of Iphwangseong.”

It seemed that Jeongyeonshin was very pleased with the painting.

Every time I spoke to him, Jeong Joong-san’s expression changed from moment to moment, and it seemed like a side of him that was hard to see even for him, a disciple of the same Jongnam faction.

‘It’s not a desire for improvement, it’s desperation.’

Just when I thought it was difficult to even pay respect to words that I didn’t understand, those who had been with me for a short time arrived at the Jongnampa mountain gate.

“Welcome to our headquarters.”

A feast of antique pavilions unfolds behind the smiling Wizhi Myohwa, who turns around.

Compared to the Iphwangseong Fortress, it was small, but the headquarters of the old school, where the power of tradition has been passed down, was different in some way.

The pavilions, which blend in well with the overwhelming mountain scenery, were extraordinary at first glance.

“The elder and the great master have gone to fight the Paegeomjongju. If the guest has come from Iphwangseong, he should go see the highest elder of the remaining clan.”

While her words brought to mind the sword of the absolute being that destroyed Jeong Ga-jang, Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang arrived at a place called Sunsim-gak.

After climbing several rugged mountain peaks.

Just then, I came across an old man and a girl walking out of the training ground next door like their grandsons.

The girl’s eyes opened wide.

“Uncle!”

Could it be because I was separated from my parents overnight?

He hugged Hye-ah, who ran towards him so fast that he looked pitiful.

“Hey, how have you been?”

“Uncle······.”

While Jeong-hye and Hae-hu were crying, Heon-won-chang, who was watching from the side, sniffled.

He put down the child who didn’t want to fall down and faced the old man who was staring at him with strange eyes.

“Elder Jong, I heard you came from Iphwangseong.”

Wijimyohwa spoke. It was as if he was speaking to his own grandfather.

When Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang first introduced themselves by giving a lottery ticket, the old man carrying a backpack slowly opened his mouth.

“It is called Jongyeo-il (宗麗日).”

“Jongnam Sword Selection!”

Heonwonchang, who had been making a face of doubt, screamed.

At the same time, the sight of him covering his own mouth was quite pitiful, but no one in the room blamed him.

“Hello, I am the swordsman.”

Jeong Yeon-shin calmly took the lottery ticket again.

I have seen the Iphwangseongju at a distance of one step.

Although I was in awe of his fame, it didn’t come as a shock like Heonwonchang.

We had a brief conversation.

He said that he climbed Jongnam Mountain publicly to check on the livelihoods of the people caught up in the fight over the giant breakwater, and privately to check on the safety of his own family.

Jongnam Swordsman Jong Yeo-il, who had been staring blankly at Jeong Yeon-shin, suddenly asked.

“How old are you?”

“···I’m sixteen this year.”

“Hmm······! Would you like to take a look at that?”

Despite Jeongyeon Shin’s trembling feelings, Jongnam Swordsman raised his hand and pointed to one side.

It was a place that I was already nervous about.

All sorts of strokes were drawn on the rough surface of the cliff, shrouded in a whitish fog.

“Elder Jong?”

Wijimyohwa called him with a face that said he couldn’t understand.

“What are you saying to people outside the sect? Restoring the lost Gu Yang Il Sik (九陽一式) is a long-cherished wish of our sect.”

“Geomjong (劍宗) is not a person from the main sect. He was a close friend of the previous patriarch and was invited to Jongnam as a guest. In his later years, he only engraved his own martial arts on Jongnam Mountain, but he cannot be called the true mountain and scholar of the main sect.”

“No matter what······.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as if he couldn’t believe it. Jongnam Swordsman smiled.

“I don’t have much time left to live. What would I not do if I could see Eun-gong’s sword again? Myo-hwa, you are the only one who can revive Guyangilsik, but I can’t leave my last regret in your hands.”

His speech was extremely firm. It was enough to make anyone feel how strong the obsession he had that he could not let go of in his later years was.

“I don’t understand. I don’t get it either, but what did you see in Sohyeop, who you met for the first time······.”

“Look.”

Wijimyohwa’s eyes widened as she followed the chin gesture of Jongnamgeomseon, who was carrying a backpack.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had reached the tip of the peak, was staring at the cliff on the other side with her neck stretched out.

Heonwonchang, standing behind him, fidgeted with an anxious expression, as if he was going to grab him if he fell.

He was in a state of emptiness. Anyone could tell.

‘It’s a sword mark.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. The many lines of trajectories carved into the cliff contained sharp foreboding.

It appeared to be the trace of a sword that had charged forward with overwhelming speed, as if it had overcome even the ravages of time.

Could this be a scar left by the sword’s immortality?

The long sword marks that ran along the cliff did not feel like human skill at all.

Because it doesn’t make sense unless you can step on empty space.

“It was engraved by the late Master Geomjong, who passed away fifty-nine years ago.”

Jongnam Swordsman, who had come up to him without him noticing, spoke. Heonwonchang was startled.

“Sword Ouyangcheon!”

“Do you know him?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked with her gaze fixed on the cliff.

“The place where the disciple who was excommunicated by him started is the Paekgeom Sect! In other words, the main branch of all swordsmanship of the Paekgeom Sect is the Daeseonbae of the Sword Sect!”

“He is the one who fought against your castle lord and climbed Jongnam Mountain while holding my hand when I was young. If it weren’t for the Iphwang Castle lord who had no gods or demons, there would be few who could stand against him in the world.”

It means that he was a powerful absolute master.

Jongnam Prosecutor said Yeohan.

He is an old swordsman who stands at the end of his life and throws away everything in vain.

He said that all that was left was the sword of the benefactor. He didn’t feel bad about being called a demon.

“Did Mr. Geomjong initiate you into the Jongnam sect?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked. Jong Nam-geom-seon nodded coolly.

“Yes. He climbed the main mountain carrying a poor orphan who was dying from starvation. He suddenly handed it over to the previous investigator and told him to raise him.”

“You said he was a benefactor, but why didn’t you learn how to use his sword?”

“······The kite didn’t reach there. That’s life. I didn’t have the talent.”

Jongnam Geom-seon, who was looking at Jeong Yeon-shin, who asked honestly, with a strange expression, pointed to the cliff.

“Many swordsmen of the main sect were hung up on it. However, it was not a sword that could be taken just because one had extensive knowledge or high martial arts skills. The masters of the main sect who had a unique perspective on swords gathered their opinions. Only a brilliant old man could take the sword of the elder swordsman.”

Jeongyeon Shin, who followed the tips of her fingers with her eyes, slightly frowned.

It was to see a little more clearly.

There was a phrase written in one stroke of a brush in the fog on the cliff.

Whoever is worthy of it will get it. Whoever is worthy of it will get it.

“It’s completely a matter of qualification. The main faction’s expectations are focused on Myohwa. I know it even if you don’t show it. It must be burdensome.”

Only then did Jeong Yeon-shin take her gaze off the cliff and turn her head.

Wi Ji-myo-hwa had a strange expression on her face. She, who was called the unrivaled genius of the Jongnam faction, did not deny it.

But that was it. I met Jeongyeonshin’s eyes for a moment, but she still looked unconvinced.

It is impossible to understand the situation itself, apart from the personality.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought that perhaps Jongnam Geomseon was a master better than her maternal grandfather, Ma Yeon-jeok.

Because up until now, the only person who has seen through his true nature has been the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

‘Even with such a great master, is it still impossible to defeat Paegeomjong in one go?’

Whether it was because Mayeonjeok’s martial arts skills had rusted compared to their prime, or because Jongnam Geomseon’s martial arts skills were beyond the evaluation of the nobles.

For now, I’m just grateful for another chance to become stronger.

It was when he patted Hye-ah’s head as she came closer and looked up at him.

“What did you see?”

Jongnam Swordsman asked. Jeong Yeon-shin silently pulled out the pure white Ip-Hwang sword.