Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 63

Blood Flame Cult (2)

Jeong Yeon-shin showed off her bragging rights.

I thought to myself that I had shown a rather impressive performance, but that was the end of it.

He performed an activity that far surpassed his martial arts level. It was already at its limit.

‘it’s hard.’

It felt like a wet cloth was pressed against my body.

My once light body became so limp that it felt like I was in a state of confusion.

Sword mastery was a martial art that required a great price.

It brought about a clear fatigue in the upper body. It was the same in the Pyeongumhyeon Hwangbo branch.

I’m not sure if I can properly display the skills I’ve prepared.

When I rushed into the battlefield, I didn’t think much about what would happen after the swordsmanship.

I’ve done my fair share.

I thought that if the Namgung Segae masters weren’t puppets, they would do something. It was a natural thought.

It was a Sega that received recognition from the world’s political factions and even held a Yongbongjihoe.

I thought it would be different from Hwangbo Se-ga. It was also because the upright character of Baek Gi-rin Namgung Hwa-shin, whom I met during my visit to the capital, was so impressive.

But it doesn’t come out.

‘Are you planning to just watch?’

Was he wary of the Blood Flame Cult’s leaders? I couldn’t guess why.

It was a difficult situation. It was rare to meet an enemy in good spirits in the world of martial arts.

One of the Blood Sect Swords opened its mouth.

“It’s useless. Die.”

The other one didn’t even say anything. The two Blood Swordsmen’s arms shook.

His right hand seemed to disappear and reappear momentarily with the wall bullet. It was a proper throwing technique.

Phew!

A wall-type bullet that had entered the realm of martial arts through the hands of experts surged forward.

It came galloping through the air like an electric current.

It was the time when I was holding the sword of the Ip Hwang Sword tightly.

Swish!

A jet-black hair fluttered before her eyes. For a moment, Jeong Yeon-shin thought it was a painting of Wei Zhi Ming.

No it wasn’t.

He was someone who gave off an energy that was completely opposite to the clear and clear spirit of the Jongnam faction.

The red sleeves fluttered with a strange elegance.

I couldn’t even hear the sound. The extremely high grafting technique was revealed along with the soft, gentle breeze.

Two wall-crawling bullets that had brushed against my pure white hands suddenly shot upwards. I had properly channeled my power.

Even though the direction was changed abruptly, it looked natural.

The woman who had intruded turned her back and held her palms up.

At the same time, a powerful energy arose from the depths of the stomach and surged explosively.

Kwaaaaang!

The wall bombs exploded in the air. It happened in an instant.

“Apostolic city.”

The Bloodstained Swordsmen retreated from the center of the battlefield, not showing any signs of doubt as to whether their attacks had been blocked.

The woman turned away without answering.

“also.”

She laughed.

The hair blowing in the aftermath of the explosion was extremely black.

A face so pale and beautiful that it was almost monstrous was not important.

He had a black eye patch over one eye, and the pupil of the other eye was as red as a pomegranate.

Apostle. It is said to be a state where the lofty achievements of blood are revealed in the eyes.

“I felt it last time when I was exposed to your magical martial arts.”

The black hair that flowed down like the night sky and the single red eye shone with divine energy. The Seven Sado of the Blood Flame Sect spoke.

“I felt it through my senses. I felt something raw coming from that place, and I thought it didn’t make sense. But then I heard about your actions and saw that strange sound.”

Her lips, which seemed to be soaked in blood, curled up.

“You were born with the qualities of a great general? To an extent that is beyond belief.”

The casual speech and actions continued. The content was not light.

Apostle of the Blood Flame Cult.

She was a master who faced the great emperor of the empire.

It was clear that he had completely absorbed the internal energy of Samhwachwijeong and Ogijowon into his entire body.

I couldn’t even imagine how sensitive the senses would be.

The smile on her lips was eerie.

in the end.

The enemy noticed. He had completely deduced Jeong Yeon-shin’s qualities.

Eventually, someone appeared in the Thirteen Heavens who clearly realized the specialness of Seomye.

‘It’s dangerous.’

The back of her neck felt cold. Jeong Yeon-shin broke out in a cold sweat for the first time since she came out into the world.

The world of martial arts was a world made up of martial arts.

All the wealth in the world is insignificant compared to the noble spirit of Sangseung Martial Arts.

There was a reason why the tomb of a peerless master who influenced the times was dug up along with the great chaos. Such was the world of those obsessed with learning.

Sabak.

Chilsado walked gently. With his light footsteps, a tremendous amount of energy spread out in layers.

The momentum surrounding his entire body was incredible.

The red eyes, which looked like blood had been pooled and made into jade, were looking straight at Jeongyeonshin.

The aura of madness was palpable.

Unrivaled.

For the Demonic Cultivation and Enlightenment to work, the martial arts skills must be appropriately different.

We can’t hope for a miracle like last time without taking advantage of the chaos.

Jeong Yeon-shin instinctively realized it.

The wind that swept through my body felt like it was sharply cutting my edges as I was swept by the waves. My innate senses whispered.

His lifeline is already in the hands of that master.

“You old-fashioned idiots.”

Chilsado suddenly laughed. It seemed to be a mockery directed at the Namgung Segae masters who had only just begun to come forward.

Jeongyeonshin felt it without even looking back.

The Blood Flame Sect masters who flew in after kicking the peak blocked his back. It seemed like they were facing off against Namgung Se-ga.

“You are mine.”

Chilsado’s lips twitched with a smile.

It is said that disasters in the martial arts world come in all kinds of forms.

Death and defeat were the most common occurrences in the martial arts world.

Even if someone who was on a roll suddenly came up to you and tried to strangle you, everyone would nod.

Bad condition, unmanageable highs, weak numbers.

I learned a lot from Ma Gwang-ik. They say that disasters come in many forms, and at this moment, all of them have come to me.

It wasn’t some random coincidence.

Jeongyeon Shin barged in even though she knew that it was a battlefield where apostles would likely be present.

Even though I had guessed that there was a strong person with significantly higher power, it was still like that.

He believed in his own sharp qualities more than anyone else. He trusted Namgung Se-ga, who was renowned for his sword and chivalry.

It was something that a martial artist should not do. It was even more so when thinking about longevity.

‘What goes around comes around.’

The sixteen-year-old boy, Go Soo, only now realized what had happened.

The camaraderie was good. The trust was overwhelming.

“Let’s go.”

The moment Chilsado’s hand blurred, his vision instantly turned pitch black.

The speed of the water flow was extremely fast. I thought I could hear the sound of Wei Zhi Myo Hwa and the shouts of a young man, but my consciousness quickly faded away.

* * *

I became aware of the five senses that were dulling throughout my body. I felt a dull warmth touching my skin.

How long have you been lying down?

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately grasped the situation.

I was captured by the Seven Sado. I was dragged to a certain point while losing consciousness.

There was one more thing. I felt a hunger that seemed to melt my stomach, but I didn’t starve to death.

If you scan a radius of about two weeks from Hwiju, you will find this place.

‘I touched the devil’s acupoint.’

It seemed like the only thing that could move was the mouth.

“I was thinking of waking you up soon.”

My vision was blurry, but I could see the witch’s face along with an unfamiliar ceiling.

Chilsado was smiling faintly. Her long, flowing hair gently brushed Jeongyeonshin’s cheek.

“You are the first Hwangseong seed to set foot on our school’s main campus. Should we welcome you?”

“water.”

“what?”

“I’m thirsty.”

The voice she had tried so hard to speak was hoarse. Jeong Yeon-shin tried to keep her composure.

They were guys who had something they wanted.

Since there was no way he could kill himself here, he thought back to what he had learned from his seniors, Ma Gwang-ik and Heon Won-chang.

‘They’re the Sapa guys. They’ve already got their lifelines tied up. If we bow our heads, there’s no end to it.’

Chilsado, who had a blank expression for a moment, soon began to laugh out loud.

The black hair that had been gently brushing Jeongyeonshin’s face suddenly rose. He thought it was good that he had gotten rid of the annoying thing.

“Ahhh······.”

She stopped laughing with a strange sigh.

Then he stared blankly. His red eyes, as if tickling the gaze that met his, scanned Jeongyeonshin’s face.

“you.”

The corners of Chil Sado’s mouth went up.

“You think I can’t do anything?”

“······.”

“Feel inspired and squeeze out the knots. Torture and such would be poisonous to the creation of martial arts.”

Her upper body, which had been sitting on the edge of the bed, lowered.

It was with ebony hair. This time I had to feel it at the nape of my neck.

Her hair was eerily smooth.

She whispered.

“You didn’t know, though.”

The red eyes came closer. Chil-sado’s elbow came down and struck next to Jeong Yeon-shin’s face.

The tip of his white finger on the other side touched Jeongyeonshin’s cheek.

Chilsado’s slender fingers slowly moved up his face, and eventually touched one of his eyelids. His eyes naturally closed.

“I can make your eyes like mine. I can even cut off limbs without killing you. I will give you the regenerative powers of my school. Your hand has prevented my eyes from recovering, but I do not have the same opposing martial arts skills as you. You will be fine in no time.”

A mad breath gently brushed the bridge of Jeongyeonshin’s nose.

The one who took away his eyes, qualities he had never seen before, his unbelievable youth, and the strange nature of a fanatic.

At that moment, a terrible possessiveness was sprouting. Jeongyeonshin felt it completely. Through her gaze and exhalation.

“I will wait as long as you keep pulling out your fingers.”

“······.”

“Until you create a martial art for me.”

The madness came across as real. The red smile looked pure white.

Chil-sado rose from his bed, lifting his waist again and lifting his head.

She spoke, no longer whispering.

“I will transfer my blood power to you. You will gain regenerative powers.”

The hem of her red dress fluttered slightly as if she was excited.

“The things that ordinary people or swordsmen learn are not suitable for your level. If I give you the vision of an apostle, what kind of martial arts will be born? I’m going crazy with excitement!”

“You won’t have time to torture me.”

Jeongyeon Shin spoke slowly. Her eyes flashed bright red as she turned her head.

“You can’t play around recklessly until you learn the art of bloodshed. I’ll make you lick my feet.”

“······Come back. Check my Baekhoehyeol.”

At the same time as the calm reply, dozens of thin breezes blew.

It was the Seven Sado’s divine method. The tips of her fingers, which had once again subdued Jeongyeonshin, reached Jeongsu-ri.

Chilsado is a great swordsman. If I touched his head directly, he would notice it right away.

It was paradoxical. The enemy was stroking the crown that even his maternal uncle and grandfather could not touch.

One of her eyes grew wide.

“you······!”

“If it’s your level of internal energy, you can feel it with your hands. Isn’t it still growing?”

“There is no such constitution in the world······.”

Chilsado muttered blankly.

“Torture and then recover? When will it take?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked with a pretended calmness. It was the headquarters of the Blood Flame Cult. It was hopeless.

The possibility of escape is extremely slim, but if your body is healthy, you can develop your martial arts skills and attempt an escape.

Even improving a single martial art required the use of dozens of True Energy.

There is no way to abolish the danjeon. All you have to do is avoid torture.

That was when.

“You are truly splendid······.”

The gap was close. Chil-sado’s eyes filled his field of vision like rubies.

I saw a strange heat writhing in her white face and the glare characteristic of a master.

Is this what it feels like to witness the birth of a monster from the Mountains and Seas Classic?

It wasn’t a love story between a man and a woman. It was the obsession of a fanatic master who breathed with the mind and moved with martial arts.

The sorceress whispered, breathing softly.

“You are mine. You are my property. Create my martial arts and be in my eyes only. Until you burn all your qualities and fall apart.”

“That’s crazy.”

I cursed without thinking. The hand stroking my scalp didn’t come closer gently.

Jeongyeonshin rolled her head, feeling goosebumps. What should she do to overcome the situation?

It was something I didn’t know how much I would have to worry about.

* * *

For two days, I had to eat a meal made from finely chopped meat.

During that time, Jeong Yeon-shin was fed up with the Blood Flame Cult headquarters that she had never even seen.

‘it’s crazy.’

Chilsado personally carried the bowl and fed the children. He never ordered them to serve him.

After confirming Jeongyeonshin’s lifespan, I was completely shocked.

It was like dealing with a comet that could only be seen for a moment.

‘or not.’

It is said that the imperial family in Beijing has some beasts that they raise with affection. Is this what it feels like to have a pet spirit?

After a long period of starvation, bloodletting, and the backlash from the sword, he was finally granted freedom.

It was not a complete liberation.

I was subjected to the same method as the Chilbo Sangsinjeomhyeol of Myeolseomdaeju.

The vital blood vessels are filled with the blood energy of the Seven Sages. If you don’t drain it periodically, it will cause fatal internal injuries.

“Let’s go pay our respects to the cult leader.”

Chilsado smiled and said. Jeongyeonshin stood up from her seat without saying a word. It was her first trip abroad.

‘Blood Flame Cult Leader.’

He is the enemy of Wonjong Seonsa who assisted in creating the Myeolmacheonggangsu.

The leader of the Blood Flame Sect, which has the greatest power among the thirteen heavenly apostles.

He was a master who was considered one of the absolute best in the martial arts world, along with the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the head of the Iphwangseong Divine Sword Club.

He would have also intervened in the destruction of the Jeong family clan together with the Paegeom clan leader.

He was a person to behold.

I opened the door and stepped out. It felt strange to see myself walking alongside Chil Sado.

It was different from when I was eating meat porridge like a beloved beast.

My vision became completely clear.

A developed village unfolded before us. Antique buildings lined up in an orderly manner.

There seemed to be hundreds of people passing by, most of them with red heads.

“what.”

It was so quiet that I couldn’t help but wonder where it was. Is it possible to create a village close to the city and hide it in the central plains?

“Baby. The temple is quite far away. Follow me.”

The sleeve was pulled by the delicate hands of the Seven Apostles as if they were jewels.

As Jeongyeonshin walked, she took in the city’s structure and the composition of its masters one by one.

The Bloodthirsty Swordsmen passed by with their gazes fixed on them. The ordinary believers did not dare to look at them.

“Your Excellency, Ambassador!”

One of the Blood Sect Masters who was passing by was startled and fell to one knee. He was one of the two who had thrown the wall-blasting bullet from Huiju.

It was strange.

It didn’t seem like she was paying any attention to Chil Sado. Instead, she nodded to Jeong Yeon-shin.

The eye that was only visible on the right side was slightly slanted. It was the same as expected. The direction in which the Blood Sword’s head was bowed was facing him.

The bastard opened his mouth again.

“I, the unworthy Kyogeom, humbly come to see the Grand Master.”

Jeongyeonshin was silent for a moment.

This was not the treatment of prisoners.