Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 102

Island vein (2)

From Wuchang, Yangyang was just a post station away.

The return was quick. The party, consisting of blue, black, and purple cavalry, ran without rest and arrived at the Iphwangseong Fortress in Yangyang.

It was a refreshingly fast pace. On the day of the match, Namgung Hwasin woke up after being beaten by Aksurim and his expression was not good.

“I will report on the mission. Together with Senior Evil.”

Jeongyeonsin told him. It was a small consideration. Baekgirin Namgung Hwasin couldn’t do anything in his own home.

It was a miserable thing. There must have been great agony until reaching Cheongya Valley, which was a place of silence.

“… … Thank you, Jeong So-hyeop.”

Namgung Hwasin nodded and turned around. The hem of his blue robe, which hung down below his tall body, flapped limply.

It looked like he was going to lie down straight in the guest room of the Suncheon Ik where he belonged.

Jeongyeonshin stared blankly at him. It was hard to guess what he was thinking.

“That was for the best.”

Aksurim, standing next to the boy, spoke casually.

“The leader of the Changgung Sword Heavenly Swordsmanship is not someone that the later Jisoo can handle. He is a dark realm comparable to the leader of the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship. You and Namgung Hwasin. Either one of you would have died the moment you clashed swords. You wouldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds. You had a reason to retreat, but you had to resort to force in order to save Namgung Hwasin.”

He talks about the incident where he knocked out Namgung Hwasin just before the battle.

Jeong Yeon-shin also agreed.

“I don’t blame Senior Evil. At least I do.”

He said.

“It seems like Namgung Sohyeop thought it would be better to die there.”

The boy did not take his eyes off Namgung Hwasin’s back. He was a colleague who had become close through competition and even went on missions together.

Perhaps it was because of the difficult family history. It was difficult to let go of my feelings because of the strange sense of kinship.

“hmm.”

Aksurim’s lips were shut. It seemed like he had nothing else to say in rebuttal.

“Yeonshin-ah.”

The old voice rang out with passion. It was the maternal grandfather’s voice.

He continued talking, looking only at his grandson, as if he had no particular interest in Namgung Hwasin.

“I know that Se-in’s mother was rude to you. It happened just before this mission. I was so flustered that I couldn’t apologize. Please visit the annex of the main castle of Maga. The main house will welcome you with all its heart.”

His words brought to mind Jooyeonjeong. He said she was a collateral member of the royal family.

She was the biological mother of Ma Sein, the successor of the Iphwangma family. She tried to somehow persuade Jeong Yeon-sin, who was of the Ma family’s blood.

I don’t have any feelings for him now. Thanks to that incident, I was able to open my heart to Heonwonchang, Baek Miryeo, and Cheongmyeong.

“No way.”

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin was about to shake her head, Mayeon-jeok’s stern expression collapsed. He even looked desperate.

“I know your worries. I guess it’s because I was afraid of dragging you into Maga and putting the shackles of the family on you. I swear I won’t do that. My daughter, consider it the regret of a foolish old man who broke ties with your mother first. It was all… … my fault.”

“Oh, that kind of thing.”

Aksurim, who was standing next to her, nodded with an expression of understanding. She glared at Mayeonjeok, who was glaring at her as if telling her not to interfere in the family’s business, but she instead glared at him with contempt.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a child like this in Maga.”

“Shut up, dear. How dare an outsider interfere in the affairs of your blood relatives?”

“Your mouth is still as strong as ever. I wonder if your skills are the same as before. You were incredibly scary when you were the new sword master, but why do you look so capable these days?”

“Do you really want to die?”

“Isn’t it Grandpa Ma who’s complaining because he can’t do the half-moon dance? I’m thinking of starting to think about purple too, but do you think the General Headquarters will acknowledge me if I beat up an old man who has lost all his strength?”

It was when Aksurim, who had drawn a fierce curve with his lips, grabbed the spear behind his back.

“I’ll go first.”

Jeongyeon Shin turned her foot absentmindedly. It seemed like she would turn around at any moment.

It was the moment when the black and purple waves of the Yellow Emperor’s Seal collided. It was somewhat intentional, and fortunately, it seemed to have worked properly.

The momentum of the two masters suddenly subsided.

I was in front of my junior who was far behind me. I showed my disgrace.

“I will think about what my grandfather said.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said as she took the lottery ticket.

My grandfather nodded with a blush on his face, and I could feel the reality of his confession that it was difficult for him to maintain his skills because he had learned martial arts in a ruthless manner.

It is said that the martial arts of Jeongjong, which refines the mind and body, progresses endlessly even if it is slow.

The old-timers of the old school, who were similar in age to Mayeonjeok, would have had deep mental cultivation.

“… …Thank you.”

Mayanjeok nodded. He had no idea what his grandson was thinking.

“What a pity.”

It was a wicked forest that never stopped provoking until the very end. When the boy finally turned around and took a step away, he followed him with a smirk.

Jeong Yeon-shin headed to the general office together with Ip Hwang-shin-chang and Ak-surim. There was no more delay.

The moment they arrived at the main building of the General Headquarters, a man wearing a brown robe greeted them.

A man of fine physique with a black beard.

This is Im Jin-myeong. He is the commander-in-chief of Iphwangseong. His face, smiling brightly toward Jeong Yeon-sin, resembles that of a cheerful bandit.

“I heard about your victory. Our Lord’s immediate disciple has done a great job. I have been eagerly waiting for this.”

“You are respecting Cheong-saek as he is the direct disciple of the Lord? The Grand General is still the same.”

Aksurim also seemed to be familiar with him. It was only natural.

Jeong Yeon-shin and her were guided straight to the annex of the General’s Office. It was the place where Jeong Yeon-shin had previously discussed public achievements with the Grand General.

Three people sat around.

There were no teacups or anything. It seemed to be due to urgent business. Only the faint scent of ink wafted over the empty desk that seemed raw.

dump!

As soon as he sat down at the table, the word ‘senior lord’ came out of the Grand Master’s mouth.

“Senior Evil, I received the letter you sent. I heard that the Lord Elder did not join us. I don’t know if it is true that we lost contact while chasing the Blood Flame Sect apostles… … .”

It is true that the Purple Master’s personal life is a major matter. But at the same time, it was not.

It was an ambiguous issue that could be left alone. It was like that with martial arts and status. Who would worry about the safety of a peerless master who is rare in the world?

“As expected, it’s not like you came into the nature first.”

The tone of the Grand Master and Aksurim was ambiguous. It was unclear whether to take this incident seriously or to dismiss it as an aberration of the absolute.

“Since you have such a free spirit, you might be enjoying traveling abroad for the first time in a while… … .”

Aksurim shook his head at the Grand Master’s words.

“Well, if that’s really the case, you must have sent it somewhere like Jeonseo-gu. I still have a bad feeling about it.”

Jeongyeonshin just listened quietly. She thought it was not her place to interfere with the blue-haired woman.

“That’s not entirely wrong. I guess we’ll have to send a tracking team. We’re already short on skilled manpower.”

The Grand Master immediately took out a piece of paper from the drawer and unfolded it. Then he held the ink-dipped brush upright and began to write.

Aksurim stared blankly at the sight and then opened his mouth.

“I’m worried about the power vacuum. If the leaders of the anti-aircraft sects move, it’ll be a big problem. Especially the Thirteen Thousand.”

“As long as it doesn’t become widely known, I can still handle it.”

Jeong Yeon-shin inwardly agreed with the Grand Commander’s words.

The power to sustain the imperial family does not lie with a small number of purple masters.

They are symbols of nature and are sent out on short-term killing missions, so they are not a force that can be relied on in normal times. This is because there are not enough hands.

A force of seventeen Shingeomdan soldiers.

They were the essential force.

The Ma Gwang-ik masters were on par with the Hwasanpa plum blossom swordsmen. It was said that this happened even before Jeong Yeon-shin entered the profession.

The Plum Blossom Inspectors were known as the elite group even before the old faction was called the old school.

One of the armed forces under the Shingeomdan is like that.

The Old and the Thirteenth Heaven.

This means that Ip Hwang Seong has seventeen of these elite groups, each of which only exists one per major faction.

The reason why the mission of stabilizing the people’s livelihood, however difficult, was to encompass the world was because of its nature.

“ah.”

Suddenly the Grand General raises his head. His expression was very apologetic.

“I have been rude to Jeong So-hyeop. Did you come to report on the progress of your mission? Since this is now known to all the nearby martial arts masters, I will assume that you have received the report. Please quickly recover from the fatigue and rest.”

“Yes. I will be waiting for your mission at Magwangik.”

For a moment, the Grand Master’s face turned pale.

“No, why… …? You just got back… … and the settlement for this mission isn’t even finished.”

“I will wait for the next mission.”

Jeong Yeon-shin insisted on speaking again. It was rare for an opportunity to directly express one’s will to the head of the General Headquarters.

He repeatedly emphasized this to the Grand Master, who looked as if he was fed up with numbers.

Aksurim opened his lips while making a noise.

“Yeonshin-ah, I’ll go to the Magwangik Hall soon. I’m planning on lounging around for a bit and then going out.”

“Yes, please give me some guidance.”

It was not something to be hesitated. Jeong Yeon-shin also decided to wait for the visit of the black master.

“then.”

He got up from his seat, bowed, and left the annex. At the same time, some people approached the boy.

The scribes of the General Headquarters, who had built up a favorable impression through first impressions, each stood up and greeted him.

“Jeong So-hyeop, I’ve heard of Mu-myeong!”

“You killed Namgung Sogaju, right? Aren’t you now the true and proper leader of the Bongseong clan?”

“The tasks you will be assigned to will increase in many different ways.”

Jeong Yeon-shin thanked each and every one of those who might one day be appointed as personnel officers. Only then was she able to leave the headquarters with peace of mind.

Damn it.

Suddenly, the ground I stepped on felt muddy. Could it be because of the rain that fell last night?

‘Time flies.’

It was now midsummer.

Phew.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew and swept across the fallen ground. It also swept away the hair of the boy who was standing there blankly.

It was also his mind. It was the fear of life that had less than three and a half years left.

‘By any variable… … I could have died.’

The blue giraffe was strong. Namgung Gaju was strong.

And, the existence of the Shingeomdanju was supreme. It was right to say that he was noble. Even the way he vomited blood.

The boy was always forced to let his useless emotions fly away to the wind.

The primal fear that would come when I failed to do so was also scary. If I wanted to survive in the turbulent world of Gangho, that was the right thing to do.

His character and temperament are things. It is a calmness that he created himself. It is his own divine sword to win every fight.

“… … .”

Jeongyeonshin stood there blankly for a moment, not thinking about anything. This was what a boy from the village of Xinya County had to do to survive in the center of martial arts.

like that.

This mission has been completed.

The lukewarm summer breeze blew again, lifting the hem of my clothes. It seemed to speak to me in silence.

You survived this time too, and took your due credit and moved on to life once more.

After a brief silence, the boy agreed.

* * *

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin, who had just arrived at the pavilion, started walking towards Ma Gwang-ik.

“Hyung Jeong!”

“My beautiful brother!”

There were people who came out of the pavilion, even the dragon’s head was filled with beauty.

They were mostly young, boys and girls.

There were only a few young men mixed in among the group of about fifteen people.

“You beat Namgung’s little master? Tell me quickly!”

“No, Hyung Jung needs to rest too.”

The sight of them holding onto the hem of Jeongyeonshin’s blue clothes and chatting away is touching.

They were Ma Gwang-ik’s reserve warriors.

Although the masters of Ip Hwang Seong follow the hierarchy of Baek Cheong Heuk Ja, they are not the only ones who act as Ip Hwang Seong warriors.

If you wear a colored uniform, you are in charge of the upper class of the martial arts world.

Even the white unmanned units of the Shingeomdan’s military force were masters that even third-rate ronin in the martial arts world would have difficulty approaching.

However, there are those who are colorless. They are called nameless disciples.

“Brother, please teach me the Shihwamugeukwon. I saw the secret, but I don’t understand it. I heard that I can’t see it anymore. That ugly old man from the literary world said that.”

“I said I’d ask you to do it first! Gwanghwa Sword Style! Show me the Gwanghwa Sword Style just once!”

The force pulling on the hem of the clothes was not trivial. The scream was loud.

Although these kids originally liked Jeongyeonshin, this time it felt a bit worse.

‘My Dokmunmugok.’

It refers to the Shihwamugeukwon and Gwanghwageomryu. It seems that the gift of martial arts, which was decided for the sake of public service and to destroy the destruction method that may come out once again, has proven to be effective.

That was when.

“Senior Seomye.”

Someone approached me, hesitantly. It was a girl wearing a white robe like a court lady.

His gait is unusually smooth and light, showing that he has mastered a considerable level of walking technique.

Shin So-bin of the Shin clan of Iphwangseong. She is a military officer who entered as Jeong Yeon-shin’s junior.

There was a time when the precious jewel of a prestigious family was assigned to Ma Gwang-ik, which became a hot topic.

“Congratulations on your successful mission.”

“Shin So-bin.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded her head slightly to her. A faint smile appeared on Shin Sobin’s lips and then disappeared.

“I am also practicing Shihwamugeukwon. From my perspective, I think I have achieved quite well up to the Samchosik. The principles of the form are very new to me, so I am grateful that you have allowed me to see such exquisite martial arts.”

“congratulations.”

The boy praised.

Shin So-bin carefully examined his indifferent-looking face.

“Hey, by the way, can I ask when the fourth herb is coming in? I think the flow of the two is going to continue.”

She said with an earnest look on her face.

‘You’re talking about returning home.’

It seemed like the matter was there. Jeong Yeon-shin absentmindedly thought of Namgung Se-jin’s face.

The smiling face that spoke of Samdocheon, the eyes that were filled only with Jeongyeonshin, the spirit that spoke of freedom at the end…

“That’s something I won’t donate.”

The boy answered immediately.