Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 342

Sequence Battle (3)

A young man who broke through the round table of the leaders of the Imperial Palace.

He is a rare handsome man. His dark beauty and eyes, as if drawn with a brush, draw the attention of everyone in the audience.

Sunlight poured down on his distinct features. He had a dreamy disposition. His high nose and calm lips stood out.

The neatly flowing hair added to the intense battle between the two men.

At the tips of her black hair that reached below her shoulder blades, colorless lightning flashed repeatedly.

It was the aftermath of the herbivores he had shed.

“… … .”

The audience, each with their own extraordinary behavior, remained silent for a long time. If the clash had been head-on, the outcome would have been different.

Because there’s a big difference between getting out of the way and doing it right.

But what if that space was made up of black, yellowish hues?

A flash of light flashed in Ju Cheol’s eyes as he faced Jeong Yeon-shin.

Although his reputation as a swordsman had just been damaged like straw during a famine, he first had to look after the thug who had tried to harm him.

How many people in Ip Hwang Seong would be able to recreate what just happened here?

Joo-cheol read the atmosphere as it returned. He quietly controlled the acupoints that had been swept by the shock waves of the agreement.

He saw it clearly.

Shinhyeolgeukma and Iphwangsinchang did not raise a finger at the intruder. Unlike Joocheol, Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu, who succeeded in drawing the sword, also flinched strangely right after exchanging the agreement.

Likewise, even the Grand General Im Jin-myeong, who possessed great martial arts skills, was busy observing his opponents.

It meant that they were not enemies.

It had a lot of implications.

‘There was someone like that in the royal armory?’

The intruder, who displayed his arrogant words and actions so naturally, was at best a young man who looked to be in his prime.

It means that they are not to be judged by normal standards. They have qualities similar to the mysteries of Gongcheongseok and Gyo-ryong.

I’ve heard it.

“I heard that the current Ma Gwang-ik-ju was… a young boy.”

The cast iron man spat out blood-tinged saliva and spoke in a hoarse voice.

But the young man only glanced at him once and turned his head away. The strange handsome man met the eyes of the girl who was staring at him intently.

“Are you feeling okay?”

I ask the world’s best emperor about his health.

It seemed like she naturally possessed information that was not easily accessible. Only those who knew her knew that she suffered severe internal injuries from the destruction of the Akga Changbeop.

The rumor that spread throughout the world was that the Black Three of Ip Hwang Seong had defeated Zhuge Liang.

Joo-cheol was convinced. The young man also displayed the arrogant and characteristic behavior of the black men who looked down on him as the eldest son of the King of the Underworld.

He came from the royal palace and knew all the high-ranking officials of the Imperial Palace. No one came to mind except for Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

‘But how… … ?’

It was very confusing. The young man’s inaction and appearance were far beyond imagination, and the sight of the Emperor’s son, Aksurim, exclaiming in admiration with his eyes as big as jade beads.

“Isn’t that right?! What’s with that voice?”

Sabak.

He takes a step closer with his short legs.

Her hair, barely covering the nape of her neck, swayed slightly. It seemed to be due to the flow of a powerful aerodynamic force. The state of Samhwachwijeong was not properly controlled.

“Didn’t it hurt? I thought I was going to die.”

Aksurim reached out his small hand and almost touched the young man’s face.

The hand that swept the air along her jawline was filled with a sense of awe. The halo that shimmered like divine smoke wavered along her fingertips.

The surroundings were abuzz.

Anyone could read between the lines. It was as if a complete transformation had been mentioned.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have Mr. Ma’s face. If you just eat your meals regularly, wouldn’t you be prettier than the best beauty in Sacheon, Geumsimunju? That woman became like that thanks to the Imoogi Naedan.”

“My colleagues said I became more manly.”

“Where did you put the sunflowers? Are their eyes the same as yours?”

It was lovely to see them laughing and chatting brightly.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt a sense of relief at seeing her senior looking fine. This was because she could clearly see the scene when he fought a life-or-death battle with the Zhuge family.

The scene of me, as a senior, taking the lead in the fight for my junior’s place would sometimes come to mind even as I was sleeping.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty… …!”

What on earth is going on? The Grand General, who had been sighing in admiration, was pushed away by Aksurim’s careless gestures.

The way he continued to pour out words like a lark made him look like he was his age.

Even before he grew tall, he was like Hyun-cheol, but how did he build his body? I want to compare him to the Shaolin monks. What happened after you left Jegal Se-ga? If you leave again after leaving a message, then… … .

‘Senior Evil and Grandfather. If the cultivation of the mind and body follows the state of the body… … .’

Jeongyeon Shin was certain. He had truly become an adult. It was a fact that would not change no matter who denied it.

He carefully skipped over long stories and answered short questions one by one, then turned his head toward the Grand General.

Now Aksurim’s small head could no longer block his vision. It meant that even words like “Hey, where are you looking?” couldn’t capture the adult’s attention.

“I have come to report my return. All of the accompanying Ma Gwang-ik drones are safe, and the mission is… … .”

“You succeeded.”

The Grand General continued speaking with a smile.

“It has been a long time since I received information from the General Office. The death of the Zhuge family has shaken the entire Jianghu. Even though Shanxi is so vast, the rumor has jumped over the city walls.”

“Is it known all the way to Yangyang?”

“It’s spreading at an unprecedented rate. Unlike the Hwangbo family who was killed by the mid-level blacks, the person who beheaded the Jegal family who had built the Suljin was the youngest black… … There were more than one or two sects who witnessed this scene. The story that Comrade Kang Su-hui wanted to dispatch the Magwangikju Island to the north also had a big impact.”

Jeongyeonshin did not respond. She was concerned about the eyes of her seniors scanning her profile and back, but it was time to move on from the awkward story and get to the main point.

“Wouldn’t the law of nature be established only if we follow the public procedure? I heard that the lord is away, so we must report properly to the grand commander… … .”

“Written notice is sufficient. Since there are no casualties, there is no reason to keep him. First, return to the Ma Gwang-ik Hall and rest comfortably. You can send the mission letter through your subordinates.”

Grand Chancellor Im Jin-myeong tends to be overly polite to Jeong Yeon-sin.

It was right after he was appointed as a disciple just before becoming the first disciple of the Emperor. Even now, he was giving small favors in front of many great lords, and it was very natural.

Jeong Yeon-shin was good at reading the moods of those around him. It was an achievement he had gained from working in the Jeong family. He glanced at the expressions of his respected seniors without showing it and opened his lips.

“… I will do that.”

If I brought up the Murong family here, I would be harassed by Aksurim for a long time. The man named Geomwigong, who exuded the heavy aura characteristic of imperial martial arts, was also annoying.

Even if rumors spread faster than feet, they cannot match the lightness of the masters.

The distance from Shanxi Taiyuan to Huguang Yangyang was enormous. It was unlikely that news of Murong Jiazhou’s death had yet to reach him.

When Jeong Yeon-shin was in danger of death from the bastard and was transformed, the only outsiders around her were people from Salmun.

‘My white smoke was taken away by the lord’s divine hawk.’

Just like the swallows that the great lords use as news, the new sword master also had a pure white falcon that had intelligence.

A spirit creature called Shin-eung, a bird of prey. It suddenly appeared in the sky, let out a long cry to call for Baekyeon, and then flew away together.

Jeong Yeon-shin was coming down to Yangyang with Chil Sado. It seemed like something had happened, so it had been a long time since they left.

“One thing before you go.”

Jeong Yeon-shin turned around and looked at the Grand Chancellor again, then opened her mouth.

At the same time, he showed his respect to the senior of the blood sect, Jin, with a nod, but the blood sect, who was the first to notice his identity, turned away from him, perhaps concerned about the half-destroyed roof. It was an attitude that the young man wanted to emulate.

“The Lord Danju’s blessing is upon me… … .”

“They came to us too. We were talking about that.”

Aksurim, who was smiling brightly, put his hand on Jeongyeonshin’s side and pushed her away. He didn’t resist and walked towards the door. He was more tired in mind than in body because he had been through so much.

“You can take a short break, so go back to the main hall. Daeju, who has returned from his original mission, should focus on Ungiyosang instead of going to Wonpyeongilgeomjang.”

“Seniors who haven’t greeted you yet… Why are you coming out together?”

“I wanted to watch you eat. I guess the cooking skills of the maids of honor were good.”

“Eat as you wish.”

“Kids your age tend to skip meals like that and become very skinny.”

No one spoke until the backs of the young man and the girl disappeared from the meeting room. The Grand Master and the Grand Masters each seemed to be trying to overcome the shock that would not easily subside.

“The grandson of Paehyeop.”

The cast iron of the swordsmith was different.

“They said the next purple one would be black three-leaved silk.”

He muttered without paying attention to the eyes of those around him.

He recalled the rumors that were prevalent in the imperial family and the royal court below, that the bloodline of the traitors had grown thicker and thicker than that of his grandfather.

What Ma Gwang-ik did today.

He made his presence felt at the top of the Ip Hwang Seong with his groundbreaking appearance.

The next person who should have emerged in the next generation showed his power and hierarchy in front of many seniors. He boldly went out to the imperial guard.

Of course, it was also a sudden rise to the position of the Lord of the Swords. That noble rank was one that was reached through many procedures and a majority vote of the Lords.

When discussing the future of Iphwangseong, the name Jeong Yeon-shin will be mentioned without fail.

Even if the years he spent accumulating achievements were absurdly short compared to other black nobles.

‘He is such a calm person despite being of the Mark bloodline. His cultivation of mind and body is truly amazing.’

Joo-cheol thought that he should be chosen by the young man.

The Grand Master of the Ip Hwang Seong is a position where you can choose any of the various missions you want.

Some of the high-ranking officials who have taken on the troubles of the world of martial arts give huge amounts of money to those who have connections with black people. Along with a request to convey the message well.

“I think it would be better to talk again tomorrow. I’m going back to my residence.”

“Please do so, Your Majesty.”

The Grand General smiled rarely and put his hands together. It must be because he had defeated the transformed Ma Gwang-ik-ju. Joo-cheol clicked his tongue inwardly and turned around.

Damn it.

A spring-like breeze swept across the floor. The dust in the room scattered toward the wide-open sky.

* * *

Ma Kwang-ik’s office.

It was a place where the smell of iron and ink mixed together. The wall-mounted display case filled with the swords of the Iphwangma family smelled of oil.

While the young man sitting in front of the marble table sharpened his ink and wrote on his letter, Chil-sado, who was lying diagonally on the bed opposite, engraved the image of Jeong-yeon-sin in his bright red poison glasses.

Then, when the young man raised his head, he would smile faintly and pretend to look away.

‘What should I do about that woman?’

A day passed. At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju heard many stories.

While he was going through fierce battles, many of the warriors of Iphwangseong endured hard times while practicing the Hwanikbo.

It was said that the number of people dying during missions had increased dramatically.

Not only the white warriors who mainly hunt down looters, but also many of the blue masters who are sent to small and medium-sized sects on solo missions do not return.

The famine took away the fear from the people of the world.

The fact that he might be punished and die was a defeat for the fear of starvation. It was something that could only come as bad news to Ip Hwang-seong.

The power of the best martial arts school in the world was making up for the lack of numbers, but martial artists from all over the world began to ignore them.

Suncheon Ikju Ha Do-un.

The Lord of the Sunmoks, Cheon So-so.

The Heavenly Forest Lord, Xiahou Wei Jin.

He said that he had not heard anything from the three people who had gone to capture the leader of the Myunggyo sect.

It was the first time I heard it through the tongue of the drunken, crooked Aksurim.

There is a high probability that the fog spreading from Xinjiang to Sichuan across the Qinghai Sea is related, but it is said that some of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings are targeting the main castle as if they noticed the absence of the Emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom, so they are unable to withdraw their forces.

‘I have to go and get him.’

Jeongyeon Shin stood up, trying hard to forget about the life and death of her seniors.

In one hand he held a report from the Shanxi mission. It was a letter written plainly about the affairs of Zhuge Liang, Yan Hualian, the Shanxi aristocrats, and the Murong clan.

It was the item that was to be used as his resignation letter.