Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 69

Fame (4)

The Blood Flame Cult Leader, who was looking down, burst into laughter. He didn’t stop.

The overflowing joy grew more and more intense. It soon became madness.

The Blood Flame Cult Leader threw his white hair to the side and started laughing like crazy.

Among them, Jeong Yeon-shin looked straight at Go Jong-hak. His complexion was very bad.

He looked like he was standing there, not knowing what to do.

“You don’t listen to orders.”

Jeongyeonshin said quietly.

I slowly walked towards him. I approached him while openly releasing the energy waves of Mara Hongheolgong.

No one could stop him. The current Jeongyeonshin was surrounded by majesty. At least in the Blood Flame Sect, that was the case.

A great scholar who has achieved a long-cherished wish.

The only person above Jeong Yeon-shin, who personally demonstrated the transference, was the cult leader.

The laughter of the Blood Flame Cult Leader echoing through the silence proved it.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was facing Ko Jong-hak, looked up at him slightly.

“It was ordered.”

“······.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Go Jong-hak couldn’t answer. His hands were trembling as he slowly held his necklace.

All the leaders of the church watched in silence.

It was a sight of the son of Samsado, the Blood Sect’s best swordsman, offering a treasure to Iphwangseong Cheon Geot with his own hands.

“What a precious tribute.”

Jeongyeonshin grabbed his hand.

The feel of jade smoothly wrapping around my knuckles was new. It was said that poison was more terrifying than any master in the world.

I’ve heard that the value of poison cannot be measured in money. It’s the most valuable possession I’ve ever owned in my life.

“Your Majesty!”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader shouted with a smile on his face. His voice was very cheerful.

It was the first time I had seen him since I was captured. Even the Blood Flame Cult’s masters seemed to think the same.

As the men were unable to hide their confusion, the eyes of Jeong Yeon-shin and the Blood Flame Cult Leader met.

The leader’s lips were split red on both sides.

“Come here! Come by my side!”

There was a gasp of relief here and there. It wasn’t just people who maintained their indifference through deep social practice.

It is a series of breakthroughs. The change in the old customs that Jeong Yeon-shin showed had that much power.

“Such a strange thing······.”

“That is indeed so. Isn’t it a miracle?”

The attendant, who had black hair like an apostle, shared everyone’s gaze with the Taesa.

“······then.”

Jeong Yeon-shin ascended the thirty-six steps as the Grand Master of the Blood Flame Sect.

Meanwhile, the attendants, their red hair fluttering, moved quickly to make way for the seats next to them.

The faces glancing at Taesa seemed to share the same heat. They were the ones who wanted black hair.

“Come in!”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader, with his mouth wide open in madness, made an elegant gesture. Then he spread his arms wide.

“Play the music! Play the music!”

The place of the purge has changed. It has become an extremely grand banquet.

It was said that music that struck the human spirit was a very effective means of governing.

It was the same even for the Blood Flame Church, which did not worship the heavens and thus did not hold a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the heavens.

Performers carrying all kinds of instruments, including zithers and flutes, walked out.

“Take it.”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader smiled and picked up Du Kangju’s jade bottle. His hands were very delicate.

It felt like there was a hint of consideration in his wild demeanor.

Even though Jeongyeonshin only lightly touched his glass, he smiled faintly.

“You will now have to learn the doctrine. If I am to teach the Grand Master, it will not work with an ordinary person. I will have to hire an elder.”

“······.”

“However, since the task of instilling the ideology of our church in your head has great significance, I, the leader of our church, would like to tell you the first essential point. Listen. The essence of our doctrine is sufficient in one word.”

Even though Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer, the Blood Flame Cult Leader continued speaking alone.

“Our school burns away the chaos and suffering of humanity.”

“Defilements.”

He made a satisfied expression on his face as he listened to Jeong Yeon-shin’s humming. The leader’s white hair tilted slightly with a smile.

“Yes. The Buddhist monks call them both together as defilements. These thirty-six steps have great significance.”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader kicked the floor of the stairs. There was a lightness in his behavior that was not befitting of an absolute ruler of the martial arts world.

“It was built to overcome the thirty-six worldly afflictions. It means that the teachings of our religion are no different from the salvation of Maitreya.”

“Is death salvation?”

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly asked. The smile on the Blood Flame Cult Leader’s lips deepened.

“If we are to delve into the profound meaning, it would be too much to discuss it over and over again. Do you know that the Ming Dynasty was flawed from the beginning? The world is already in dire straits. The Grand Historian must also know about the crop failures that have spread throughout the Central Plains recently.”

The leader’s long fingers ran over the glass, making a gesture that seemed to draw the ground.

“A bad harvest brings chaos. The world of martial arts is not a world of immortals, but a world where people have to eat to survive, so it is obvious what will happen. A bad harvest will lead to famine, and the strong will not tolerate hunger. The next thing that comes is plunder. The boundary between government officials and martial arts will collapse in earnest.”

There was a strange vertigo in the words of the Sapa leader.

He reveals insights befitting the divine skills he has painstakingly built up.

Are all the best wavebreakers in the world like this? Jeong Yeon-shin slowly opened her lips.

“I guess Ihwangseong will be busy.”

“Your clan is powerful. However, it is small compared to the vast Central Plains. The great law of the country? The day will come when the power of martial artists spread throughout the world will change into an omnipotent power. Martial arts will be above the law. The behavior of the Hwangbo family that you have seen speaks for itself.”

“······.”

“When Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and the Ming clan bastards founded the country, I saw it clearly. The state of the Central Plains was truly a spectacle. The ignorant people of the world lament the bloodshed, but even the austerity of our religion cannot compare to the tragedy of the war between the Yuan and Ming.”

“···They say he lived as long as the elders of the old clan.”

“I guarantee it. There will be a time of trouble no less than that, and there will be no knights in that era. How can you raise the flag of chivalry when your stomach is shrunken? That is ridiculous.”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader drank his wine and declared.

“There is no coexistence of the martial arts and negotiations that the nobles call for in the world of martial arts. Only the martial arts will remain, so our religion must spread widely. With bloodshed, we will reduce the mouths of the world, and the followers who have become strong through the efforts of the holy victims will reestablish the order of the world.”

“Didn’t you say that you would burn chaos and suffering?”

“It is the mission of our religion to trample on the misunderstanding of the people and move forward. In order to eliminate the afflictions, one must experience the afflictions.”

The exhalation that comes with the words comes hard.

I almost took it as a deep insight. I couldn’t. A strange temperament came out along with it.

He was one who had the eloquence of the absolute ruler of Gangho and the evil spirit of the ruler of Sapa in one body. He was close to chaos.

Jeong Yeon-shin conveniently understood only a part of the distorted beliefs. However, he did not have the leisure to contemplate the troubles that would come in the future.

‘Time is up.’

I felt the setting sun. I gauged the time.

The time given by the Lord of the Palace had passed. She could appear at any time.

It was then that a cry of indignation suddenly rang out.

“Almighty Lord!”

When I looked down, I saw Go Jong-hak grabbing the back of a beggar boy’s neck and pulling him. I knew it the moment I saw him.

It was a candle that had been caught outside. It looked like he had been beaten a lot. There was no clean spot on the boy’s swollen face.

“The Grand Master has proven his wondrous qualities! The momentum of his Ma-Rang-Hyeol-Gong is truly lofty, but I understand that he has yet to demonstrate his wondrous power of sucking stars! I, the Master of the Sword, would like to have the honor of presenting tribute to the Grand Master, and I dare to ask for permission!”

“Hmm.”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader seemed to be interested in the matter. He looked back at Jeongyeonshin.

“As far as I know, that is true.”

“······.”

“Go down and add that boy’s feeble strength to your own growth. You must understand the secrets of the Great Dharma of Absorbing Stars contained in the blood pore. Go and demonstrate it. You will step into a new world.”

A voice with a hint of laughter urged murder.

Absorption. Absorbing stars. Fanatics tend to give holiness to their actions.

The Blood Flame Cult’s other name for the method of stealing Jin-gi was the Absorption Method.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt that the time had come. An inexplicable sense was detecting the gaze of Ip Hwang-seong-ju.

After slowly standing up, I started to descend the thirty-six realms of defilements.

Woof.

I developed my inner strength.

The true energy of the Mara Hong Blood Demon was wrapped around the power of the Demon Mystery Heavenly River. This was the Bokmajeon.

The main sect of the Blood Flame Sect, where devils can be said to be alive and breathing. There were many high-level players who could see through any group of ascendants.

Apart from the material used to make the martial arts, the Blood Flame Cult leader and his apostles did the same.

The gaze of the three apostles, who were staring at the back of my head, came closer like a wildfire.

Unlike those who were impressed by the transfer, the eyes of some of the top players who blindly believed in bloodlines were not so kind.

It was a den of madmen. There was a sense of agitation everywhere, as if they were willing to endure the wrath of the cult leader and even assassinate him.

‘Let’s go back now.’

The ball has been set sufficiently. In order to measure the achievements, the settlement of accounts by the Iphwangseong General Office is important.

I had been away from my true nature for too long. There were as many things I had to do within the Imperial Palace as there were missions that had come up one after another.

Damn it.

Before I knew it, I had arrived in front of Ko Jong-hak. I glanced at the boy lying next to me, looking up at me with a swollen face.

He was a strangely extraordinary child. I could feel the spirit in his eyes.

“Abominable, abominable, disgusting bloodthirsty creatures······ My father will not forgive······”

The boy mumbled with a hoarse voice. The gaze he was looking at Jeongyeonshin was very strong.

Go Jong-hak didn’t hit her any more. He just smiled and stared at Jeong Yeon-shin.

“How is it? I have brought you a man who has taken a lot of elixirs for the Taesa. If you start to absorb it, I will gladly serve as your guardian.”

His face seemed to be asking if he could do it.

Jeong Yeon-shin silently stretched out her hand. Irregular waves characteristic of blood vessels spread from each joint of her fingers.

The technique did not reach the boy. It reached towards Ko Jong-hak’s neck.

The guy snickered and raised his blood energy.

A fairly solid body protection aura rose up in a red haze. Do not avoid it.

It was an attitude that seemed to be dealing with a childish venting of anger.

“Noble people can give up their beliefs in front of a greater cause. Whether the Grand Master is noble or not is another matter······ Bam!”

The essence of the herbivore was the Demonic Spirit. At this moment, Jeong Yeon-shin realized the essence of the internal energy deception technique.

The overlapping, surrounding energy displayed a different power than before.

Blood and magic power. The opposing energies were combined into an innate sense. It was powerful.

It was enough to scatter Go Jong-hak’s self-defense skills like fog and grab his neck.

It was a moment when the guy’s expression became urgent and his spirits rose. Jeong Yeon-shin clenched his hand.

Woodduck.

I felt it mercilessly. The sensation of my carotid arteries and cervical vertebrae, both of which had been polished with true energy, being crushed together was vivid.

He roughly pushed it away as if he was throwing away a wooden stick. Ko Jong-hak’s body fell down with a thud.

The boy’s eyes, which had been glaring at Jeongyeonshin while sitting down, grew round.

“What a miserable thing!”

“Yes, my name!”

The cognitive abilities of the Blood Flame Cult masters were truly lightning-like. This was true even when something out of the blue happened.

It came rushing straight in, creating a storm, and in an instant, it seemed like a prison of life had been created.

Jeong Yeon-shin calmly stopped the innocent people.

‘I want to take a break.’

The journey of martial arts that started from Yongbongjihoe was quite long. If you count the achievements, how long it was is a secondary matter.

The reward for the mission would be enormous, but it was different from what I was thinking right now.

I wonder if Heonwonchang is safe. I wonder if the expedition team, including Majin, suffered any damage to Hwangbo Se-ga.

My mind was hot. My Baihui point was filling up with warmth.

At this moment, the sudden appearance of the upper body energy drew the exterior of the Yiseolryungjin.

There were hundreds of martial artists lying in ambush, surrounding the area. The atmosphere was ominous.

The highlight was the sky above the center of the magic circle.

The Emperor’s long, flowing robe, like a royal palace, was in full bloom.

He sat there, his steps against the wind. He had the demeanor of a true master.

It is the peaceful use of walking in the air.

Her long, stretched-out legs moved. Her feet, stepping mercilessly, trampled the barrier.

Kuuung!

For a moment the atmosphere was stirred.

‘Let’s go back.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. It was time to return.