Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 100

New Sword Belt (6)

The eyes of the new sword master were examining Jeongyeonshin.

The tone was flat, but the glare in his eyes was like lightning. It was faintly creepy.

The boy immediately sensed that the words of the Shingeomdanju were not superficial.

That was because I spoke in passing, looking through the constitution properly.

“… … .”

The island is short-lived. The new sword master noticed.

‘It could have been like this.’

I never thought that the skills of the Shingeomdanju Naegagigong would be inferior to those of the Jongnamgeomseon.

Just as the old man knew Jeong Yeon-shin’s constitution right away, it wouldn’t be strange if the new sword master also noticed Jeong Yeon-shin’s short life.

He also stroked the head directly where the Baihui point was.

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at her maternal grandfather absentmindedly.

I heard before I met the Muryonghoe that his martial arts skills declined in his later years.

It is because the heyday of the Shin Hwang Ma Ga, who was trained as the previous Shin Geum Danju, was clearly in full swing.

Because of his past karma, Mayeonjeok could not even dare to lay a hand on his grandson.

Since even the Emperor of China has kept his mouth shut, there is absolutely no way to know the constitution that determines his short lifespan.

“What Yongga Aesongi said is not entirely wrong. You should think about your body.”

The boy’s grandfather met his gaze and spoke.

‘The head of the household was Yong.’

Jeong Yeon-shin realized that her name was not well known compared to the fame of the Shingeomdanju. It was a strange thing.

While the boy was doubting, Mayeonjeok smiled with satisfaction as if the words of the new sword master were correct.

His pure white moustache rose from side to side.

“Yeonshin, you are the true treasure of nature. Those who have just emerged from the path and are now renowned for their wisdom are the future of all sects.”

“Elder, could it be that you are old and infirm…?”

It was the new sword master who had his eyebrows together. What he was saying was completely different.

Jeong Yeon-shin stared blankly at the Peking Opera-like scene. The conversation between the new sword master and her maternal grandfather was interrupted.

The old man, Ma Yeon-jeok, wearing a purple robe, opened his eyes wide and continued speaking.

“Even if you can’t avoid life and death as a warrior, that’s the case. You have to prioritize life. It’s not because Yeonshin is my grandson. What is the value of Ma Gwang-ik’s island? No matter what the mission is, your nature must actively support you to stand in a winning position… … .”

“It’s a different kind of old age. It’s such a shame. At one point, my goal was to catch up with the elders.”

“That’s nonsense. You bastard.”

Hearing the beating of the demon, the new sword master turned his head. His eyes, flashing with colorless light, seemed to ask, “What on earth is going on?”

The boy, who had been silently receiving his gaze, lowered his head slightly.

Was it because he was completely nodding? The new sword master, who was clicking his tongue like an old man, shook his head.

“Well, how much karma has our mother accumulated… … .”

I don’t know about the Iphwangmaju Mayeonjeok. Is it because of his declining skills, as he said?

If he found out Jeongyeonshin’s constitution, he wouldn’t know how he would react.

Will his extremely stubborn attitude change? Or will he actively try to save his grandchild?

‘I even got a piece of the Cheonhamok fruit from the Lord. Of course.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

There was no reason to get involved in troublesome matters. It was not something that could be promoted based on the achievements of others. Furthermore, the rise in one’s level was entirely up to one’s own efforts.

“You, are you Mr. Ma’s grandson? I haven’t heard that there’s a kid like you in the Iphwangma family.”

Aksurim raises his frowning face.

Jeongyeon Shin nodded silently, but she shook her head.

“I liked it quite a bit, but it’s a shame that bad blood has been shed. It’s a shame. There are many people in Maga that can’t get along.”

It seemed as if he didn’t pay attention to Mayeonjeok’s scary expression.

The sight of him turning away from the previous Shingeomdan leader with a bright face was very natural.

It seemed that the reason he was able to discuss the strongest black sword in the world was because of his bold and unstoppable personality.

While Jeong Yeon-shin absentmindedly thought of the collateral royal family member Joo Yeon-jeong, Ak Soo-rim continued speaking.

“Well, what Danju and Grandpa said is true. It also seems true that our former Ma-ssi is incurably old and incapable of recovery.”

“… … .”

“A winning streak? Seomye, you’ve overdone it. How much of a back-up index would you have to defeat the Qing Qirin without a fight? Even if you have the strength, you need luck to be on your side. There are days when the fights go particularly well for the warriors, and fortunately, it’s today, my dear.”

She, too, had many faces like the new sword master. The expression she was making now was very innocent.

It was so hard to see that he looked younger than Soyeon, who was interfering with him from the side.

“I wasn’t really worried about Danju either. I’ve seen Jegalgaju before, and he didn’t seem as good as I’d heard. I was surprised that Namgunggaju made our Danju like that. I thought Palgaju was half a level lower than the old school Jangmunin, but I guess Namgunggaju wasn’t it.”

“It’s none other than Namgung. He’s the best among the eight families. The level of martial arts of the best masters is not far behind that of the Thirteen Heavenly Families or the Nine Families.”

Yeon Soo-ha nodded at the words of the other Shingeomdae master.

“Unless it’s somewhere like Shaolin or a shaman… … I was more worried when Seomyeo would face Cheonggirin, but in a fight in the martial arts world, you really can’t know until it starts. No one could have predicted it, right? There are so many variables.”

“Your fame will spread like wildfire. After a while, you might easily pass two or three castles.”

Aksurim tapped Jeongyeonshin on the shoulder and grinned. It seemed like he was treating a norigae that he was quite fond of now.

He is a black master who has turned back. Should I call it an honor? Jeong Yeon-shin stood still.

Yeon-hwa smiled brightly and nodded.

“Fame. Well, there must be only one or two people who have seen the martial arts.”

“that’s right.”

It was when the masters of the Shingeomdae were talking lightly with Jeongyeonshin between them.

“Seomye, come here. Let’s have some alone time.”

The new sword master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and spoke. It looked as if he had just vomited out a lot of blood.

He gestured towards Jeongyeonshin with a pale complexion, and Ma Yeon-jeok stepped out from among the Shingeomdae warriors who retreated with calm expressions.

It was an expression that seemed uncomfortable.

“You bastard Yongga. You don’t intend to make such a reckless suggestion, do you?”

“You seem to be very anxious, as if you are suffering from old age.”

The new sword master gave a short smile.

“I can see that Margin is a very cherished child, but I don’t want to bring her here hastily and then hear that bastard’s bad words… … .”

“What did you just say?”

“You seem to be thinking about sending the Shingeomdae, but we don’t really need the Seomye right now. It’s a useless worry. Or maybe it’s because the Shingeomdae during the previous generation was weak. Wasn’t it like that before I came in?”

“What?”

“You’re angry. What are you doing, Seomye? Let me hear your story.”

The new sword master gestured with a playful expression.

“Just the two of us.”

The brief addition felt heavy. Jeong Yeon-shin nodded slowly.

* * *

It was a pavilion with stone carvings that gave off a soft light embedded in the ceiling.

It was as bright as if the moonlight had been drawn down because the precious night pearls were hanging down like lanterns.

There were two visitors. A man with a purple shawl on his shoulder led the way.

Damn it.

The moment I took a step forward, the light of the nearby night sky suddenly went out.

He was a man who treated the natural order of treasures like a candle. The man’s hair, illuminated by the beam of light, turned white.

Every time I took a step, the same thing happened. Black darkness spread out with each step like the breath of a great demon.

Even the words ‘Jeonmun Shudo (劍門蜀道) and Tangmun Cheondo (唐門天道)’ hanging on one side of the hallway were silently buried in the darkness.

“Every time I come here, something new appears. I should take them all off.”

The man continued speaking softly.

“It’s not usually annoying. The Tang family members are particularly fond of bright things. It’s a very unsuitable behavior. Maybe it’s because they’re dark.”

“… … .”

“Chilsado, why are you so silent? You keep doing that. Even after receiving salvation from the leader.”

“It’s because I have a lot on my mind.”

The man chuckled at the woman’s short answer.

“Was the near-death experience a shock?”

“… … .”

“Come to think of it, you were also noble from birth. You grew up exceptionally well in our school.”

“Pretty?”

“When else have you encountered such a peerless master as the Purple-colored Ip-Hwang-Seong? The realms of the Thirteen Heavenly Lords and the Nine Sects’ Elders are also like that. They are the few strong men in the world. This cult leader acknowledges them. Do not be intimidated.”

The languid yet captivating voice of a man continued. All the night lights that had been passing by were extinguished.

An abyss-like darkness swirled around the man like a silk garment. It was a sight beyond human understanding.

“If my presence had been intact, I would have taken the head of the weary Shingeomdanju. I really wasted this opportunity. It is good that the master of the broken sword moves according to the will of the cult leader, but the problem is that it always ends after one time. It is truly regrettable.”

“… … .”

“I wish Namgung Gaju could take at least one of Shingeomdanju’s arms. The outcome would have been decided by now.”

“As a result, let me know too. I have to do that.”

Finally, Chilsa-do opened his mouth to speak.

Was that sight pleasing? There was a smile on the Blood Flame Cult leader’s face as he continued speaking.

“I know you cherish the young Taesa. I will do so. He is a boy who must be brought back someday.”

After those words, only the sound of footsteps could be heard. The steps of those who presided over the world’s fear of blood demons were each at their own pace.

There was something fascinating and mysterious about the footwork of the Blood Flame Cult Leader, and the legs of the Seven Apostles were simply light.

The only similarity was the way they moved through the darkness as if it were their own home.

It was when we reached the deep darkness of the palace.

“I told you so much, but you don’t listen at all. I asked you not to disturb the old man’s training.”

The old voice rang out with a little anger.

It was a large stone chamber. A room was built with stones inside the main building.

An old man holding a small knife glared at the Blood Flame Cult Leader and the Seven Apostles.

He had a skinny body, but he was wearing silk clothes that looked like they were covered in gold.

The last ray of light from the night watchman flowed like frost, caught on the eyes and the dagger.

In the middle there was a bed with high legs.

Likewise, it was stone.

The red-haired Bloodslayer was tied up with his eyes wide open, and the tip of the blade the old man was holding was touching his chest.

“Are you interfering with the seniority? How could that be? I am the one who promised you full support right now.”

At the same time, the Blood Flame Cult Leader dropped the object he was carrying on his shoulder.

He said.

“He is the head of the Iphwangseong Seonrowonju.”

“What did you say? This crazy… …!”

The emotion that spread across the old man’s face was madness.

A feeling of disbelief crossed my mind first, and in less than two breaths I began to feel joy.

The Blood Flame Cult Leader said.

“He is a peerless master of purple. He may not be comparable to the new sword master, but isn’t he the ultimate example of your skills? I almost died again. I was already in bad shape after being attacked by the Iphwangseongju. If the Paegeomjongju hadn’t come at that time, that would have happened. He was defeated by the Jongnampa and was said to have been locked up, but when he came out again and showed his skills for the first time, it was astonishing.”

“If it’s interest, it will greatly advance the Great Law.”

The old man paid him no attention. He crouched down in a hurry at the head of the senator and muttered.

“I was just about to refer to the body that had reached its peak through the regular training. I was worried because I couldn’t even turn your body over, cult leader. The bodies of your demons are truly wonderful. I can’t express in words the progress that the power of regeneration has brought to medicine.”

“I am delighted by your bold words and actions. You know my grace.”

“The first ones to receive Dafa treatment will be my grandchildren.”

“How many people can benefit?”

“As I told you before, five is the limit. Even after mobilizing all the herbs we could gather. You three, we two. Isn’t that what we promised?”

The old man asked back.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

The Blood Flame Cult Leader’s transparent eyes scanned the inside of the stone chamber, then stopped at a large painting stuck in the middle of the wall.

It was a diagram of the human body.

The muscles of the entire body were drawn along with the blood vessels, twelve meridians, and eight qi channels.

Among them, the Baihuixue point on Jeongsu-ri was unusually wide. The old man’s mouth, which had noticed the gaze, was strangely torn upward.

“Ip Hwang Seong Island.”

The old man spoke with a crazy grin on his face.

“That is… … not our body. It is truly amazing. Even including your Blood Flame Cult clan and the famous clan’s rascals. I am crazy about the great law. The key to the practice lies there. How well does it follow that Tao-hae’s body?”

“It’s not our body? What does it look like to you?”

A passionate voice flowed out. It was the first time Chil-sado had spoken since entering the stone chamber. The old man continued speaking as if he had been waiting.

“Like a supernatural being with incredible strength, he has also honed his pupils to the level of a world-class divine being… … .”

The old man’s breathing became ragged. His breath was thick with a sense of supreme longing and excitement.

“It’s closer to a spirit that pretends to be human.”