Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 605

When you get drunk on a starry night (7)

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Child’s name.

Literally my childhood name.

It is a word used just before the wedding ceremony, and is also called a small character or first name.

As its meaning suggests, it is a small character or a name given for the first time, and naturally, it is filled with the affection of both parents.

The same would apply to the Blood King.

Jeongyeonshin thought.

‘Even if there is no love, I wouldn’t have forgotten.’

In his case, the word “Yeonsin” (煙燼: remaining smoke) itself was always his childhood nickname, and it was to be used even after his coming of age ceremony.

The villagers who shared all sorts of big and small stories in Shinya County also agreed with this. The Jeong family was the largest landowner family in Shinya County.

―You are the smoke that remains after burning my greatest love. No other name would suit you. Don’t you think so?

That was the only name he received from his father, Jeong Ban-ak.

But Chilsado seemed different.

It was obvious that his real name and nickname were different. It had been like that since the time he hid his identity and worked in the Han-Jung Martial Arts Alliance.

―I feel like I was at a loss, so if I have to say it, it’s my childhood name. As an adult, I have a separate name that I was given after going through the customs. It’s something I can only reveal at important times.

Was it because they had exchanged so many favors? The voice of Chilsado, who had once tickled her ears, was thicker than the voice of her father, Jeong Ban-ak, who had insisted on the name Yeonshin.

Now it was like that.

“Harin… neck… …?”

The Blood King is confused and panicked.

A look as dizzy as the surrounding mountainside that had become ruins. That was the first reaction.

It was not befitting of a king of a clan who had elevated his own dignity. The noble Northern King had disappeared without a trace, and some father had taken his place.

“It doesn’t mean anything else. It’s exactly as I said.”

Jeongyeon Shin now naturally became polite.

This is because the God of the Upper Hall has always seen through the words of the Blood King that there is no lie. Blood demons who do not eat people, but look down on those who suck their blood.

That is why Jeong Yeon-shin did not take her words and actions lightly. However, she had no intention of bending her original intentions.

Exhibition conscription. And conversation.

He shows no signs of backing down from his position.

“Bitten in the neck? That’s a story that leaves a lot of room for interpretation.”

On one side, Eunggong muttered with the face of a child who was well-versed in everything, while the daughters of the Blood King’s Family each reacted differently.

As soon as the colorless waves burst out from the Blood King like a mountain echo, the enemy’s body became blurred by the nerves.

[this guy!]

“Father! Not now!”

The Blood King was about to cast Gongwolmu with an expression of rage like never before, and the enemy blocked him with his whole body. A long time passed like that.

“… … ?”

Jeongyeonshin just stood there blankly.

It was while receiving strange looks from Joo Gwang-sin and Eo Woong-gong.

The Shingeomdanju, standing tall at the center of the bluish Taegeuk, was clearly leading the negotiations with the Blood King’s Family, whether intentionally or not.

“… Let’s go for now.”

It took a moment for the Blood King to glare at Jeongyeonshin and spit out the words. It was as if he was dealing with a true enemy.

‘why…?’

By then, Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind had become a little uncomfortable, and during that time, the Blood King’s wife guided her to a cave in the mountains.

Of course, Ju Gwang Shingae, who was still being carried by Eung Gong, had an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Isn’t this a trap?”

The best in the world who lost both legs.

Few can fully fathom the depth of his loss.

He calls himself the ‘King of Beggars’, but contrary to his always calm appearance, he may be feeling anxious and his five senses are on edge.

Jeong Yeon-shin calmly reassured him.

“So what if it’s a trap?”

The new sword and the open sword are together.

It was a story that omitted the afterword, but for Noh Kang-ho, who was like Joo Kwang-shin, there was no need for a long story.

In a dark cave.

The corners of Ju Gwang-shin-gae’s mouth wrinkled as he stared at him blankly for a moment. It was a smile that held a deeper darkness than the inside of a cave.

“… You grow up unusually fast. You still had a youthful air in Hangzhou.”

It was a strange word, seemingly both proud and regretful. Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t answer.

As we went deeper, we came to a dark room where no draft could reach. Only a few lamps were attached to the walls and burned quietly.

In the center of it all was a long table.

It was made of sandalwood, which was suitable for an old-fashioned banquet, and when the lantern light shone on its crimson surface, it shed a sheen like old blood. It was a slightly cloudy color.

like that.

Five people sat around.

It was Jeong Yeon-shin and her party and the Blood King’s daughter.

The vassals of the Blood King’s family were keeping as far away from the intruder, Jeong Yeon-sin, as possible, and did not even set foot in An’ga.

The Blood King, who was sitting at the head of the table, opened his mouth.

“A legless beggar, a baby general, and a madman trying to do something to the Southern Emperor. What a ridiculous bunch.”

A sharp expression, like a transparent icicle hanging from the ceiling of a dark room. For a brief moment, it seemed as if his mind was in a state of turmoil.

It seemed like it was to avoid being swayed by Jeong Yeon-shin, who held critical information.

“Baby Jangsu?”

Eunggong asked absentmindedly. He had placed both arms on the table, which would have been a great disadvantage in a fight.

But the Blood King was only glaring at Jeongyeonshin. It felt as if blood would flow out of his ruby-like eyes at any moment.

“Did you kill my daughter?”

At his gesture, a bottle of liquor flew out of the cupboard. At the same time, he slowly flicked the cork of the bottle with his slender fingers.

Jeongyeonshin stared blankly at it.

‘A hand that has mastered the art of clawing.’

He had practically never seen the Blood King’s power. It was a given in the face of the magical power and the power of the Three Heavenly Powers. The only exception was Socheonmujeok.

You can’t let your guard down. This is because they are the Blood King’s family. You never know what kind of tricks they will use.

But for some reason, my heart was at peace. It was after seeing the Blood King lose his composure at the sound of his daughter’s nickname. That was how a father should be.

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke honestly.

“She is still alive. She is a woman who shows no signs of dying.”

“Whose blood are you?”

The Blood King said.

His face had regained some of its composure. The long white hair hanging down his back was once again shedding its luster.

The aura that arose with his mind had taken care of itself, and it was the appearance of a king who valued dignity.

His smooth voice continued.

“I’ll ask again. Is my daughter a vulgaris? The world’s most beautiful woman?”

“Considering the purity of the spirit, I don’t think so. There was no turbidity.”

As soon as Jeong Yeon-shin answered, the Blood King’s natural question followed.

“Then why did you bite my neck? How are you okay?”

It was a question that brought about an odd silence in the room.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t answer. She just calmly moved on to the next topic.

“You are now my prisoner. As I first suggested to you, Elder, I intend to make you achieve merits that are commensurate with your mistakes… .”

“Your prisoner?”

It felt like something was going wrong from the start, and it was hard to figure out what to do or how to fix it.

Now, like the tangled thread of Jeongyeonshin and Chilsado’s Eunwon.

“That’s how it is in Gangho.”

It was Joo Kwang-shin’s monologue.

He now looked like he was having a lot of fun in this place, but Jeongyeonshin was the complete opposite.

“I will arrange for you to meet.”

“Did the King look so weak? Why did you think I would want to meet that child?”

“Isn’t it?”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who asked that question, didn’t know how her expression had changed.

“… … .”

I could only guess from the reactions of those around me.

Suddenly, Eung-gong pushed the chair away with his short legs, the blood king’s internal energy breathing changed clearly, and a cold sweat like dew formed on the back of the enemy’s head.

‘I projected my father onto that person.’

It seemed as if the magic energy had leaked out like breath from the third halo. The stone walls of the dark room were filled with a dark, dampness.

The Blood King asked with eyes as narrow as swords.

“Are you from Myunggyo?”

“I am the new sword master.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered quietly. At the same time, the calmness on the faces of the Blood King and his wife was broken.

“What? Are you Manggeom Yongheemyeong?”

“Shin Geum Danju…!”

The reaction was quick. It also seemed that he had understood Jeong Yeon-shin’s strength in a short statement.

They seemed completely unaware of Jeong Yeon-shin and Yong Hui-myeong’s faces.

Perhaps it was because this place was located north of the Ming Dynasty and close to the northernmost part of the Ma-gyeong. Unlike the powerful men in the south who were inevitably familiar with the Yongmo-pagi of the Shingeomdanju.

“He is the predecessor.”

Jeong Yeon-shin told the truth calmly.

In that moment, apart from the empty cough of Jukwangsin-gae, the Blood King disappeared from his spot. At the same time, he appeared in front of Jeongyeonsin without any sign of moving his legs. Before he knew it, he was standing on the ground with both feet.

Wow!

A strangely natural reflex. The backlash that occurred after one breath roughly swept Jeongyeonshin’s bangs back.

But Jeongyeonshin didn’t blink an eye, and the Blood King bent down with his tall body and met his gaze.

“Then, my daughter is a prisoner of the Shingeomdanju?”

“That’s what happened.”

For a moment, the sound of the Jukwang Shingae pierced into Jeongyeonshin’s ears.

– Hey, didn’t you come down here to persuade the Blood King?

-Yes, sir. I am trying to persuade you.

“You bastard, don’t be silly!”

The Blood King turned his head towards Ju Gwang Shingae and shouted. A peerless blood demon. He had immediately sensed the tiny amount of energy that flowed out.

Meanwhile, Joo Kwang Shin quietly shut his mouth.

Eunggong clenched and unclenched his small hand on one side.

It was a scene of preparing to go out in secret, but even if his body was not in good shape, the weapon called Gwangchang (光槍) would certainly be powerful.

“Originally, it is more difficult to learn the new art of warfare than to achieve harmony. It is even more difficult when the other party is intoxicated with their own power, authority, and history. Even the former emperor never considered the northern kings as targets of appeasement.”

“Seonhwang? Then you are the Qianling Emperor…?”

Now the Blood King’s nerves were flying like sparks in all directions. It seemed that although his temperament might be broken, it would not be broken.

It’s a mess of peerless masters.

Jeongyeonshin was worried.

What moves a person’s heart? The Blood King is not easy.

To begin with, the best practitioners are gods of the upper class who have developed their upper class to the extreme and can discern the lies of their opponents as if they were a genius.

It’s hard to have a deep conversation unless you’re being honest.

But there isn’t much time.

Another northern king ruled over half of this vast valley. He was the leader of a band of bandits who inherited the cavalry martial arts of the old Yuan Dynasty. It was said that he was waiting for the weak points of the Blood King’s bandits like a pack of wolves.

‘If we take into account the windbreak here… .’

moment.

Kookookookookung!

The dark room shook to its core.

In the dim light of the lanterns, dust fell in thin streams. The desks around which the crowd sat creaked.

It was as if an earthquake had dug into the cave.

It was an artificial vibration.

“…What kind of person is the one who gives windbreak?”

Jeongyeon Shin stood up and asked.

Not only that, but Eunggong was carrying Jugwangsingae on his back, and the Blood King and his wife were looking up at the ceiling.

Eunggong spoke quickly.

“I know a little about him. Since he is a remnant of the Yuan Dynasty, the military treats him as a person of interest. That bandit is a master of sword energy formation.”

Yuan Dynasty.

It is an empire that fought fiercely with the Ming Dynasty for control of Central Plains from the end of the Yuan Dynasty to the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.

It is said that after enduring a combined attack by several of the Gupapalga and the famous clans under the Empress Dowager, as well as the young Iphwangseongju and the first Divine Sword Master, they were pushed back to the distant Mongolian Plateau.

It was Mu-maek that remained a symbol of power even today.

‘The North’s no-beak.’

Jeong Yeon-shin asked Eung-gong while expanding her sense of energy in all directions.

“If you are talking about the Sword Spirit, are you talking about the Sword Spirit?”

“That’s right. The Yuan Dynasty’s cavalry martial arts are largely comprised of two types of divine arts. Long-range weapons such as bows and spears are the basic arts, but… the methods of swinging sword energy or sword energy in a long and varied manner are truly vicious. Even their mental arts are capable of handling such wasteful acts.”

Eunggong’s young voice was calm, as expected of Noh Kang-ho, but somehow it felt like his teeth were chattering.

Jeongyeon Shin focused on the other side.

“Sword… So you use a sword?”

“That’s right. He is one of the few swordsmen among the Northern Kings.”

As soon as Eunggong’s answer fell, light poured down from the ceiling. A huge sword swept across the mountain peak above the cave.

Sunlight spreads whitely, making a cracking sound through the crevices of the dark rocks.

[Hey, are you alive?]

Kugu Palace―

A voice as loud as a black magician’s voice shakes the mountainside. It is calling for the Blood King.

It was a whirlwind.

“As soon as something happens at home…!”

The enemy’s red eyes flashed, and the Blood King looked back and forth between Jeongyeonshin and the ceiling, then quickly turned his gaze to the ceiling. He was accompanied by a sharp sigh.

“Home matters come first.”

Meanwhile, Eunggong furrowed his brows.

“We’re surrounded from the outside. The swordsmanship is very sharp. I can smell the blood of the horsemen. Roughly one hundred and twenty… It’s a huge force. Even all the war horses are blood-sweating horses. Oh, blood-sweating horses are… They’re the ones that the Yuan dynasty raided from the west a long time ago.”

“I feel different.”

Jeongyeonshin spoke softly. She was calming down the pitch-black halo that was spinning around as if it was asking to be pulled out of her heart.

Phew―

It killed the momentum of the whole body.

It was to solidify the state of the momentary banbakguijin. Not only the aura of the light wheel, but also the slightest sign reminiscent of the divine swordsmanship would not escape.

It has been quite some time since Jeongyeonshin cut the mountain with the invisible sword.

As soon as another sword strike struck transcendently on the mountain peak that held the cave here.

-Is it Nadam?

It rang out peacefully from afar. It was the voice of a common traveler.

Jeong Yeon-shin heard it clearly.

Could it be because I unknowingly inherited the sense of the swordsman?

‘Coming.’

On a small road below the vast Hanhyeol Valley.

Suddenly a sound appeared.

It was a voice that was absolutely unforgettable, and a leisurely gait as if the world was his home.

In reality, distance meant nothing to him. There was no difference between that distant Fujian and this place in Majing.

Regardless of what price his sharp heteromorphic emptiness will come in return.

Cheon Geuk Moon Ju. Cheon Neung Gaek Man Hwi.

Did he rely on the swordsman Gwangpungmakju?

‘Are you a guest?’

Of course, what do you think?

Jeongyeonshin took the form of the Pacheon Gicheop with her right hand. It looked like a dragon’s grip with only three fingers.

It was now the sword of the contemporary Shingeomdanju.