Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 107

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The warriors spoke with one voice.

The sound of the island being treated with courtesy shook the night air gently.

The sounds that came from my well-practiced internal qigong were very strong.

‘what.’

An impossible event occurred. That’s what Joo Yeon-jeong thought.

This is not an ordinary thing.

Even white martial arts uniforms were rare. This was true for the entire martial arts world.

The white hem of Ip Hwang Seong’s clothes was a rare symbol of martial arts.

In any case, a true warrior of the true nature is someone who can play a leading role in any martial arts world.

They come together to support one person? What does it mean?

“now.”

Joo Yeon-jeong’s voice became thorny.

“What are you doing? Do you dare to break the laws of nature in front of the Emperor of Heaven?”

“What kind of judgment does Madam have to manipulate our hearts?”

He stepped forward with a thick voice. It was the Hongju Sword of the Myeolseomdae. The blue long robe felt like a military uniform.

It looked shabby, as if no effort had been made to maintain it, but it was also very solid, full of energy.

“Are you kidding me? What kind of nonsense are you talking about to the girl you’re seeing right now…?”

Joo Yeon-jeong’s eyes became fierce. However, Hong Joo-geom paid no attention.

“You should know the meaning of the law. Isn’t it referring to the directive of nature that prohibits delaying the priesthood? It’s really ridiculous. It’s not the law, but the Lord’s wife.”

“Do more. Spread your nonsense.”

He pretended to laugh. But he didn’t really mean it.

She wanted to make the delicate Jeongyeonsin into the sword of Masain.

They have already stocked up on a considerable amount of goods, weapons, and even rare elixirs.

Joo Yeon-jeong is a collateral lineage, but she is a member of the royal family. She knows people like Jeong Yeon-sin. She was not the type of person to break her oath.

If I could take the oath of protection, it was clear that it would become a treasured sword that I would use for a long time.

‘Ma Gwang-ik was completely destroyed. The time had come, so I wanted to embrace Seomye.’

I was inwardly reproaching myself for my mistake of bringing up the subject as if I was making a deal with conditions.

Even so, I thought there was still one more chance left.

Excluding the transcendent Iphwangseongju from the very beginning, the maternal grandson Maga, and Ma Gwang-ik, whose whereabouts have disappeared from Sacheon, what is left for Seomye?

He was a sixteen-year-old boy who entered the realm of nature alone.

Eventually, you will have no choice but to lean on this side. At that time, you just need to hold it very gently.

So that I can’t escape her warmth and power.

Joo Yeon-jeong thought so. She was not wrong.

That was until Hong Ju-geom brought the warriors and paid homage to Seomye.

‘The one who used to roll around in white has now turned blue.’

She looked at Hong Ju-geom’s scarred face and caught Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes out of the corner of her eye.

He didn’t even wink, but it was meaningless.

The boy’s face, which I glanced at briefly, was filled with a strange agitation that had never been seen before.

Even though it was small, the interest and surprise were clearly felt.

I could understand why. Joo Yeon-jeong was also a martial arts master.

I felt a similar feeling to Seomye from the temperament of the group of warriors who were now at odds with me.

They are of the same lineage. It is inevitable that they will form a bond.

‘The variable is useless.’

The method he used to shake up the Iphwangma was also the same. However, two things were different.

Seomye did not intend this situation to occur.

In addition, he created his own martial arts and began to receive the respect of a master. Even now, in this place.

“… … Madam, are you listening?”

Hong Ju-geom stared blankly at Joo Yeon-jeong.

She suddenly came to her senses. If she gets involved with Seomye, nothing will go as planned.

Even though it was only the second time, it left a very strong impression.

“I’m listening.”

Joo Yeon-jeong nodded proudly. One must conduct oneself with dignity.

No matter what happens in your head, no matter how things change.

“Didn’t you say that it wasn’t a gift to the Master? This is something that I can’t accept. The courtesy you gave to the young and immature Blue was too much. Can you explain it with words other than the delay of the Master and the Master? It’s not like you’re directly challenging the taboo of your nature.”

She said, her tone very cold.

Hong Ju-geom was not particularly intimidated.

Joo Yeon-jeong has no real title. She is not even the mistress of Iphwangma House.

A person who is far removed from the formation of the Ip Hwang Seong. Hong Ju Geom was maintaining it precisely.

On the other hand, Hong Ju-geom himself wore blue martial arts uniforms while living as a white warrior for several decades.

It was thanks to the recently released island’s Hwanikbo that it was linked.

The second key of the Hwanikbo was the Hongjugeom. The footwork that created the gap was also connected to his life.

He did not hesitate to roll his body on the ground while fighting.

It is said that he became adept at measuring distances during fierce fighting.

Two steps forward.

I glimpsed a world sent down from heaven from the knot that created the liver.

Hong Ju-geom was thrilled by the Dharma Gugyeol that filled in all his shortcomings.

It was a miracle. At least to him, it was. He had passed the blue level examination that he had taken dozens of times without any trouble.

That’s why.

‘Seomye is a benefactor and a servant.’

All the warriors gathered here think so.

Hong Ju-geom stood firm. This is the place to discuss the laws of Iphwangseong.

The years and rank he had accumulated were not insufficient.

I lightly moved my lips.

“Your Majesty is of royal blood. It is a well-known fact throughout the world that the Ming imperial family is close to Buddhist sects. Isn’t there a reason why Shaolin is so powerful among the ancient sects? Not to mention that even the minor monks are of noble blood.”

“Don’t get off track.”

Joo Yeon-jeong’s cold voice didn’t come across as heavy either. Hong Ju-geom continued speaking without paying attention.

“I know that there is a tradition among the royal family to climb Mt. Sungsan as a guest of honor. Your Majesty must have been there at least once.”

“But?”

“Isn’t the pagoda forest containing the relics of the Shaolin monks a famous landmark of the temple? I don’t think there is any member of the royal family who doesn’t put their hands together and bow to the great monks Dharma and Hyega who have entered nirvana. When making offerings.”

Joo Yeon-jeong’s eyes widened.

“You are now… … .”

“Magwangik Seomye and we are no different. No, the only difference is that the ancestral lineage of Mu-maek is still alive, and even young. We are like the guests of Shaolin. We paid proper respect to the ancestral lineage, so who would be angry about that? Unless the symbol is strangely twisted.”

He returns the sarcastic remarks that Joo Yeon-jeong made earlier.

Could it be because it is a humiliation I have never experienced before?

Her eyes, which had been pushed back in principle and refuted in words, suddenly widened in the whites of her eyes. Her pupils rolled back slightly.

Seomye has no regrets anymore.

Those who are tied to a self-created powerless system have more than enough power to compensate.

Clear facts struck Joo Yeon-jeong’s head like a thunderbolt. Only Masain, who was by her side, was restless.

“These interests are really… … .”

Hong Ju-geom turned his gaze away from her, who was furious.

The gaze was directed at the purple-haired, peerless master, Mayeonjeok, who had been silently watching them.

“Elder Magaju has truly wonderful blood relatives.

“It is something that practitioners of the Seomye Ilmaek lineage will always be grateful for.”

He flatters others while also giving them a chance to back down. It was a skillful way of speaking.

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly imagined herself saying sweet words to Iphwangseongju.

“… … You are right. Yeonshin has a strong ally.”

“Come on, adult!”

Ma Yeon-jeok’s expression, as he ignored Joo Yeon-jeong’s cries, was surprisingly calm.

He just opened his mouth and stared blankly at his grandson who was becoming popular on his own.

“You are born with the talent of a thousand years, and you are accumulating both martial arts and martial arts skills at the same time.”

“… … Grandfather.”

“I’ve seen many ugly things. I’m ashamed. If you return safely, then you’ll be able to see the changed home… … .”

Cool.

His speech was cut off along with coughing up blood.

“house owner!”

“What is this… … ?”

While the characters of Maga took a step forward with astonished faces, Ma Yeon-jeok smiled bitterly at the sight of blood seeping out from the gap between the hands covering his mouth.

“It’s already come to this. I’ve only been to Namjikrye once.”

He pretended not to see the main characters and the elders. He just shook his head and reached out his hand to the surprised Jeong Yeon-shin and Ma Se-in.

“It’s karma. The wicked ways I practiced in my youth are coming back to me as arrows. I have cut off many heads without even knowing what a mob is. The martial arts skills I have built up so quickly are about to come crashing down.”

“The reason I can’t go to Sacheon is… … .”

Mayeonjeok shook his head at Jeongyeonshin’s words.

“The law. Because of the law. Keeping one’s nature comes first. That’s all.”

It was a remark that revealed the stubbornness of the previous Shingeomdan leader.

A body that deteriorates with decline in skills.

The Divine Sword Corps’ armed forces are scattered throughout the world that is becoming dizzy. Even if there are two reasons, they only speak of the law.

However, he turned around as he looked at Jeongyeonshin with only greatness in his eyes. The hem of his purple clothes swung around as well.

“I wish you good luck. It has always been that way, and it will always be that way.”

The man who showed his back said,

“The men of the Maga household, send the guests away and follow the old man.”

The subsequent orders were not directed at Jeong Yeon-shin. Mayan-jeok spoke bluntly.

“Juyeonjeong has shown words and actions that go against common sense. Many elders have tacitly agreed with her behavior. I didn’t know it would be this bad when I just quietly listened. I can’t tolerate today’s insubordination. The royal family’s golden eight laws? No, if we are truly discussing the revival of the family, we must first establish discipline and laws. I must punish her even if it means sacrificing my dignity and ignoring life and death.”

The suppressed pronunciation was different. It seemed like aging was dripping down.

The purple-colored gourd and the yellow-colored magaju spoke of punishment. Was this something that had never happened before?

For the first time, confusion was evident in Joo Yeon-jeong’s voice.

“Master, sir… …!”

“I told you to follow me. How deep is the martial arts of you bastards that you treat me with such contempt? Since you have been humiliated in front of my grandson, I must know. I will not draw my sword. It could kill you with a single stroke.”

Those were the last words.

Jeong Yeon-shin set out on a journey with the warriors of the island’s Mu-maek clan. It was the kind of atmosphere that required such a journey.

However, the keen senses of the unmanned vehicle clearly detected the wave of energy that rose beyond the threshold.

thud!

The explosive sound of the piercing waves hitting the abdomen, the sound of Joo Yeon-jeong’s long breathing being miserably dispersed, and even the gentle coughing sound of Ma Yeon-jeok.

“Oh, that’s brutal.”

Taeyeonryong, who was next to Jeongyeonshin, said.

The boy walked silently, pushing his worries about Masain to the back of his mind.

The presence of the unmanned beings following behind him was enormous.

A force capable of forming a military force overnight came to him.

At this point, the General Headquarters would be willing to allow the Sacheon trip. All that was left was persuasion.

“I heard about Ma Gwang-ik.”

Hong Ju-geom suddenly said.

Damn it.

Jeong Yeon-shin stopped abruptly and turned around. Hong Ju-geom continued speaking.

“I followed the footsteps of the servant and stopped by the general’s office. Such an incident was bound to spread widely in the province anyway.”

“… … .”

“If you need us, please let us know.”

“It is necessary.”

Jeongyeon Shin answered without hesitation.

The faces of the warriors are captured in the view turned back.

Those who silently nodded their heads or raised their lips. The traces of the Dokmun martial arts that Jeong Yeon-shin had created were clearly felt.

They spoke with reverence and affection. They even shared their opinions among themselves.

“Your Majesty must also know that the martial arts world of Sacheon… … can be said to be in a state of chaos in the Central Plains.”

“Hmm. It’s an area where the Palga clan, the Gudae clan, the Thirteenth Cheon clan, and the seven Daebang clans are intertwined. Can you imagine?”

“There is no place like it anywhere in the world. Not only the number of masters but also the number of commoners is enormous, so there are also countless talented people, and it is a region where many martial artists die. The level of intrigue is also enormous.”

“Well, we finished talking on the way here anyway. It’s a good place to demonstrate the martial arts of the Seomye clan. Also, since we’re going to rescue our comrades, how could I not follow? The atmosphere is boiling.”

Hong Ju-geom looked back at Jeong Yeon-shin at the words of a young white warrior.

The moonlight pouring down from the clear night sky simultaneously raised the shadows of the boy and the warriors.

“Even if the martial arts world of Sacheon is vast and endless, these are martial artists who have been linked by a school bestowed by heaven.”

He accepted the offer politely.

“Please pull out the Ip Hwang Geum from the front. Our only servant.”