Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 593

Gathering the night sky (2)

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One of the sect members, who was literally looking down at the underground cave from the observation deck, was holding a letter in the hand of a woman wearing a red fur coat like a long robe.

It was a bundle of paper that was torn apart with a crimson flame and a crackling sound.

The old man sitting in the lower seat lifted his head slightly. He had wrinkles all over his face and was extremely short. He opened his mouth slowly.

“I ask the Three Spirits. Is there a common ground where results have been obtained?”

“does not exist.”

She answered in a voice that sounded like both a man’s and a woman’s voice at the same time.

It was because the hot and cool magic energy separated from the inside of the neck, and it was the aftereffect of learning the Honma Bunsim Gong (混魔分心功) among the famous martial arts of Cheonma Mu-maek.

“However, this place is a bit late. It is the most intense of all the places where the festival is held.”

“I guess so. With the dreamer from the Seokwonjima (奭圈池魔), the army of martial artists who escaped from the command of the Six-Wonseonggun Yeomjeong, the disciples of the Ice Palace and the anonymous disciples of the Six-Wonseonggun Mugok, it would be even more difficult to estimate the number of days and nights.”

“There is a lot to say.”

“I am sorry. The wall that stands against them is the achievement of our clan.”

“Your words were wrong from the start. You can only say that because you don’t know what kind of people are in other areas.”

“What does the letter say…?”

“The Sword of the Night Sky, the Fallen Heavenly Best, and the shortest of the three disciples of Emperor Qianling have entered our school. Be aware of this.”

The Iron Leg Old Man’s eyes widen at the indifferent yet detailed story. The prerequisite for the great success of the magic power, the clear mirror index, has been broken.

It was because of the appearance of those who shook even the composure of the Ming sect for a moment. The wrinkles in the old man’s eyes were filled with shock.

“How could they…! Even if they were truly holding a ritual, wouldn’t they be the ones to enter the sect? They are infiltrating, infiltrating…!”

“That’s right. But the leader must have foresight, so don’t act rashly and prepare to organize other communities. You have to clean and solidify them.”

“I will do so.”

The old man soon lowered his head toward the common area.

There was a translucent curtain surrounding the two people, so that the conversation could not leak out. Even if it did leak out, it would not be of much use.

The famous northern school was like that.

A woman who always watches over the community.

The iron-footed old man became expressionless again, as if it were a lie.

And in the calm gaze of the sages each examining the underground space, time flowed downward and flowed again.

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Jeongyeonshin thought.

‘This is the northern part of the Demon Realm?’

It was said that there were many people with tall stature and bright eyes like a famous person, and that it was close to the hometown of Bukgung Ah, the Lord of Heavenly Kingdom.

“It seems that the area that was originally the route of the Northern Sea Ice Palace was handed over to the Myunggyo. I don’t know what kind of tricks the Myunggyo used, but they managed to get a large number of followers here.”

The man’s muttering brings Jeongyeonshin’s consciousness outward.

Now, as the new sword master, who had guessed the true nature of the mysterious and invincible Socheonmujeok, continued to hear the man’s sidelong glances and ominous voice.

“What’s good about us? Thanks to that, we learned the martial arts of Cheonma Mu-maek, and we also got a chance to make a wish to the best person in the West.”

“wish?”

“They said that the person who stands out the most in the melee of killing and dying will be given the position of Dharma Guardian. As I just said, the leader of the famous sect will personally grant his wish.”

“There are many who don’t seem to be Ming sect members, so how did hundreds of martial artists gather together?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked, looking around with interest.

They were in an underground cavern. A cave as deep and cold as an abyss. It was a vast and dark space, lit up by thousands of lanterns.

It was magnificent beyond words. It was a ridiculously large circle that could easily accommodate several thousand people.

It was as if a snake had coiled up and then disappeared into space.

“Did you come in drunk after drinking a lot? This is the initiation ceremony of the Myunggyo. It is also called the ‘Daemyungyeomjeon’. It is a ceremony held when accepting followers from outside, and only those who survive until the supervisor tells them to stop become Myunggyo followers. They also told me the story of the first Cheonma and such… I didn’t listen carefully.”

“This is an initiation ceremony?”

“Originally, there were no such things as rules, but in order to gain the favor of the demonic realm’s martial artists, they told us to fight like gods, fighting against each other. Whether it be for seven days and nights or for a month. They told us to fight until it was really boring.”

Jeong Yeon-shin knew the background around her. She also understood the context in which the purple robe and the robe had been replaced with a plain robe and a simple belt.

He didn’t wonder how the Socheonmujeok had thrown him here. He didn’t know what was on her mind. It was just another reason to cut off her head.

What really worries me is the swordsman and the new swordsman. How are their bodies? I wonder if they were quite surprised.

“Oh, they’re coming this way too. I thought they’d come to eat us later since we’re the weaker group.”

The man spoke as if warning.

As he said, some of the strong men suddenly changed direction while tangled in the underground cave.

There were fifteen of them in total. Each had bloodshot eyes and a colorless glare. Most of them were of the Yao tribe, with a few Han Chinese here and there.

Thud— thud—

It was a heavy feeling as if they were always taking a big step forward. With every step they took, blood stains were left behind, rippling along with the ground.

The man’s voice trembles slightly.

“It looks like you’re hungry. This is a big problem. Even the author in the lead is Seokwonjima (奭圈池魔)… Although he may look small compared to other people, he is a monster on the lakeside of a large city where the custom of giving names is recommended. I thought that if it weren’t for me, the author would have made a wish to the best person in the West… … .”

At that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s mouth slowly opened.

“Are they people eaters?”

“Not you? Meat is essential to be considered strong in the Demon Realm, but how did you manage to get your body in this famine? It’s not like you just made and ate rice cakes like the common people.”

The man asks back as if he finds it strange.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer. Instead, she asked a second time.

“You said there was a supervisor. Can you tell me who is looking into and evaluating this situation?”

“Of course, those who are looking down on us from above are the senior followers of the lofty Ming sect. They report to the cadres, and the cadres’ reports go to the Grand Master and the cult leader. I don’t know exactly.”

The man pointed above the edge of the underground cavern.

“All of those spectators are supervisors. They are the thirteen thousand sect members.”

There seemed to be at least forty people sitting there, watching him from the tip of his finger.

A group of men and women with indifferent faces.

They had no expression on their faces, as if they were wearing masks, and they looked like merchants. They were in charge of determining the grades of ingredients to be presented to the noble families of Beijing.

The man clicked his tongue.

“They are monsters. I’ve been watching you for three days and nights, but not a single person has changed their attitude. They say that all members of the Demonic Cult are inhuman.”

Even at that moment, the strong men who had participated in the festival were approaching. From the Seokwonjima with an ordinary physique like the Han people to the large Yao tribe strong men who seemed to have their external powers trained to the limit.

“The Han people have risen. They look strong.”

“Are you sick?”

“Then it is my share. The great heavenly circuit of this body is capable of bearing the rottenness.”

Behind their backs, the chaos was still going on. Each of them had flesh or blood on their lips. They were fighting fiercely and each was eating their opponents.

There was no one screaming out loud. Only other things were clear.

The shockwave that erupted from the wall, the limbs soaring, the loud noise that shook the cave as the recommendation collided.

It was the first time Jeong Yeon-shin had seen such a sight.

They were already demons, with an appearance that was far removed from human nature. It was like that from the very beginning when I studied.

At the same time, Jeong Yeon-shin felt a small doubt on the other hand. If this land had been fertile, what would they have looked like? If he could turn back time… .

He asked for the third time.

“You must have watched the fight from my side for several days, but wasn’t there anyone who didn’t eat their opponent?”

“Now that I look at it, you seem to have come from the affluent south. If I had to answer, well… there wasn’t anything. So that’s why you came all the way here, right?”

The man smiled smoothly.

“We are friends who ate people against the will of the God of War. We were chased by the Whifungryeong guys and ended up here. No matter how powerful the Northern Kings are, they cannot touch the territory of the First Man of the West. That is also why my wish is to marry the Master of the Myunggyo Church.”

“I see.”

“How are you feeling? Your eyelids must be starting to get heavy. I’ve been talking quite a bit.”

“It was a dream.”

“Yes. It’s quite common in this Demon Realm. All the stories I’ve told you have been about the attacks on the upper ranks.”

Of course there was no lie.

The man who said that walked away ten steps with ghostly movements. His lips were curled into a slight smile.

“Let’s get started. If it’s those guys, your senses will also show their weaknesses.”

“Is joint attack possible?”

Jeongyeonshin thought quietly. It seems like there isn’t a single person with reason.

But the man seemed to think that this was his chance to attack. He answered clearly and immediately.

“Of course. Didn’t the Han people who came from the south only eat good things? You seem to have grown up in a noble family, and your internal energy must be extremely pure.”

“so?”

“Who would not want to die without being chased? You just opened your eyes and ended up becoming a fish with legs.”

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“It’s embarrassing to hear. Don’t say any more.”

“It’s a sad but fleeting remark. There’s no need for that anymore.”

The man’s smile deepens.

It was a laugh that reminded me of the Chigeuk Buma I had seen a few times. I also felt the sensation of my upper abdomen being tapped.

“Isn’t your injury serious? Judging from the fact that all the creases on your palm are crushed, you seem to be a swordsman. What are you going to do without any weapons on your body? If you insist on struggling, those guys will hang out with you for a few more days.”

bang!

The next moment, what filled Jeongyeonshin’s field of vision was a man from the Yō tribe.

The person I mentioned earlier was Seok Kwon Ji Ma. He was using a forward movement technique that was so ignorant that he had no backtracking, and his two hands were distorting the air in the dark cave. That’s why he was fast.

The moment of collision.

A bizarre sight appeared over Seok Kwon Ji Ma’s shoulder. Three hundred or so strong men of the Demon Realm were simultaneously glancing sideways. Directly at Jeong Yeon Shin.

They looked like a pack of wolves, afraid that their prey would disappear. This was also a sight that Jeongyeonshin had never seen before. Monsters with a tenacious lifeline who depended on everything to survive.

He thought. He wasn’t in any condition to fight for a long time.

thud-

He stopped the Seokwonjima’s chest with his palm. The dull vibration caused the dust to fall like waves.

“… … ?”

“You don’t have any weapons?”

Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.

For a moment, Seok Kwon-ji-ma’s eyes, which were baring their molars, were filled with doubt. The next moment, Jeong Yeon-shin was grasping the mysteries of the Naegyu-su method with her hands and pulling out one of the ribs from inside the bastard’s body.

Damn it!

I get drenched in the blood that burst out explosively.

His eyes were as colorless as when he realized the death of Unso-hyeon, the leader of the Myungryu clan. The leader of the Shingeom clan was still in Cheonggwangpyeong.

The moment the crimson bone appeared in his hand like a sword, time seemed to stop. The movements of those who had been rushing towards him suddenly stopped.

It was because a greater murderous intent than theirs overlapped with God and seeped into one of his ribs.

It took a split second for Jeongyeonshin to completely sense the material of the bone by the feel of her hand.

It starts immediately.

[Sword Song.]

Woof woof woof woof woof―!

The heightened spirit of the spirit covered the space like a tidal wave. It was accompanied by violent, swirling vibrations.

The song of bones transformed into a translucent force field and ran through the walls and even the audience seats. It was a speed that did not allow anyone to counterattack.

The atmosphere was swirling like a typhoon.

“… … .”

The only one standing was Jeong Yeon-shin.