Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 103

Island vein (3)

Offering a refund? Both reason and heart expressed their rejection.

It wasn’t just because it was a martial arts name given by Namgung Sejin.

‘It’s a herbivore that you can worry about just once in a million.’

It was a world where the leakage of martial arts skills occurred, albeit rarely.

It was said that it was rather common in the lower levels of martial arts where small and medium-sized schools fought over territory.

Turning one’s back on the four gates was not just a betrayal. Even for a superhuman who had mastered the art of ignorance, enduring torture was a separate matter.

The martial arts skills that have been presented so far have great room for improvement.

In Jeongyeonshin’s hands, it could go any further. Even destruction was something she would be happy to do.

Hwan-gang was different. He was born with a grasp of the form and manner of Jin-gi operation.

“You’re not giving donations… … ?”

Shin So-bin asked weakly.

“Yeah. I won’t do it.”

“Oh, you’re not going to do it… … .”

The face that was becoming so gloomy was secretly funny. Jeong Yeon-shin thought with a calm expression.

‘No matter how urgent the achievement is.’

The basic rules of a well-made martial art must be followed. The same goes for the sword and the Jeongga-dong techniques.

In addition, Hwan-gang is a single-hit martial art that kills with one blow.

It had obvious weaknesses in casting time and precision, and it was impossible to open the sphere.

Anyone who knew the inside story would say it was a matter of survival.

‘anyway.’

Initiation into the Myeolmacheonggangsu must come first. The prerequisite was a martial art that no one had ever been initiated into.

Even putting aside the Blood Flame Cult’s Mara Hong Blood Attack, it was like that.

There is no reason to donate it.

“He will be recognized for his great achievements. Very, very greatly. My senior just got back so he doesn’t know. What a mess it was.”

Shin So-bin said while observing Jeong Yeon-shin’s expression.

“well.”

When I donated the Myeolmacheonggangsu, the converted merit was mediocre.

It was a weak amount for a martial art that the Shaolin monks called a divine art.

It was a high achievement considering there were no beginners, but it did not live up to expectations.

He said that it was thanks to the rarity of the magical power martial arts.

That was it.

‘Hwan-gang will not return with high achievements either.’

That was the standard for the emperor’s success. Even the most noble martial arts were considered to be universal.

In order to learn the Hwan-gang method, beginners must first learn the Myeol-ma-cheonggang method, which is completely new to the genre.

There would be no one to acquire it. There was no reason to take the loss of opening the door.

“I just got back. I need to start with my luck.”

The boy said. He gently pushed away the hands of the children who were clinging to him by the hem of his clothes.

Jeongyeonshin met the eyes of the anonymous disciples and smiled faintly.

‘They are cute kids.’

Even though he turned blue, he approached me without hesitation.

Those who were a little older were polite to Jeong Yeon-shin, but they did not expect the same from the younger children.

“From luck. Oh, right, I guess so?”

Shin So-bin responded with a strangely prickly expression.

Perhaps because his body was slightly curled up, the hem of his white robe was slightly wrinkled.

Originally, there was not a single trace of it that made him look confident.

The Iphwangseong Shin clan was her family.

It was said that the Ip Hwang-ma enjoyed power no less than that of the royal family, but Shin So-bin’s current behavior was not befitting of a noble family of great renown.

“Shin So-bin, what about the Lord and the other seniors?”

“After Senior Seomye left, he went on a mission right away. No one came back.”

“Sacheon?”

“that’s right.”

Jeongyeonshin recalled the conversation she had with Majin before confronting Namgung Se-ga.

―I also have to go to Sacheon soon. It’s because of the wall-cracking bomb you suffered a big blow to once. There’s information that Sacheon Dangmun is secretly manufacturing fire bombs. They told me to go and check it out. The General Headquarters.

―Dangmun… … I heard that Sacheon’s martial arts world is dangerous. Isn’t it a place where even the best of Ma Gwang-ik would have a hard time surviving if they got caught up in the Sepa? It’s said that three of the nine great schools and three of the thirteen thousand great schools are gathered in Sacheon Dangmun, which is said to be the best in the eight schools.

I also remembered Margin’s answer with a smile. He said that he was worried about you.

‘You haven’t come back yet.’

Jeongyeon Shin nodded her head once and then opened her mouth.

“Let’s talk about regret later. Shihwamugeuksu… … No, I don’t have much to say about Shihwamugeukwon.”

Now, the character “hand” was added to the end of Shihwamugeukkwon. This was because the first three martial arts styles were followed by the creation of the long-hand style “Hwan-gang.”

“Yes, let’s do that!”

A sharp voice was mixed in with her answer. Shin So-bin, who had been nodding her small head, blushed.

It was a little strange for Jeongyeonshin. It was because it was an image that was hard to imagine in normal times.

Ma Gwang-ik, Baek Myo, and Shin So-bin.

It came to mind when I met Tae-Yeon-Ryong during the Yongbong Branch mission.

She was with Shin So-bin, and she spoke openly about how she had caught the eye of Jeong Yeon-shin, who was practicing swordsmanship.

This means that he had no hesitation in pointing out the blue-collar workers. He even openly discussed their skills.

She was originally very brash. She always was.

‘Why is it like that?’

I tilted my head inwardly and took a step forward. The hems of various clothes brushed against each other.

The children of the anonymous disciples of Ma Gwang-ik stepped back in regret.

They were boys and girls who had been initiated closer to orthodoxy than the time of the emperor.

He grew up in the Samun Iphwangseong sect. He is the same as the disciples of other sects.

Despite his innocent appearance, he says he learned from Ma Gwang-ik from birth.

Mission, rest, training. It meant that he was familiar with the system of the imperial family.

“That’s right. I need to take a break from telling stories of bravery.”

“I just steamed it. Anyway, I’m the first one to master Shihwamugeukwon. I don’t know how to apply strength to Jinbyeok Choshik. Properly!”

“What are you talking about on the sewer topic? Let’s settle this. Come with me to the training ground.”

“Okay! Do you know how to be scared?”

Amidst the commotion of young voices, Shin So-bin looked at Jeong Yeon-shin’s back with a slightly bewildered expression.

There was no sign of fatigue from the back of the boy walking silently.

The atmosphere that was simply condensed and quiet was a testament to his growth. The presence of Kipa was strong.

‘The level of martial arts has risen again.’

Shin So-bin thought. The achievement of the blue master Seomye was clearly approaching.

A master of distant rise.

Now it was hard to even guess how many seconds he would last.

All I could see was the back moving forward continuously.

But there is something more important than achievement: the qualities that make up a scholar.

Magwangik Island’s art achieves growth and creation at the same time.

He made progress while creating martial arts. Now he didn’t look like a boy of his age at all.

“Senior Shin, what’s wrong?”

“It’s so weird.”

“Ma Gwang-ik is not like Baek Myo-do!”

The children babbled as if they were teasing each other. It was true.

It’s a very unlikely sight. Could it be that he has feelings for his senior, Seomye?

‘no way.’

No, it’s not that shallow. The problem was the mind that was directly connected to the identity of the unmanned.

Shin So-bin thought about it absentmindedly.

‘He said he was a master.’

These were the words of Hong Ju-geom, the leader of Myeolseomdae, who I met at Cheongummugo.

The pioneer of the sect. The first to attain enlightenment. The visionary revered by all.

The values of a martial artist are usually based on ignorance.

Those who have founded a noble school of martial arts are treated with respect as sectarians.

The martial artists revered Dharma and Jang Sam-bong more than Sakyamuni.

They are the founders of Shaolin Temple’s martial arts and Wudangpa’s Taegeuk martial arts. Both are called the Great Masters.

The island’s beautiful Jeongyeonsin is also creating a new lineage. Now, no one can treat her carelessly.

‘Even if it’s not finished yet, it’s still like that.’

If you walk the streets, you should show respect.

‘Anyone in their right mind can say that.’

Shin So-bin has been studying the martial arts that Jeong Yeon-shin has gifted her.

So I felt it all. I was starkly faced with the overwhelming power and flashes of inspiration flowing through my veins.

It was different from just looking at a single person, Seomyeran. I was even impressed.

There are only a very small number of people in the upper echelons of martial arts who possess unrivaled martial arts skills.

It meant that the majority of warriors would have to lower themselves after reading the text of the martial arts manual created by Jeong Yeon-shin.

It wasn’t just Shihwamugeukkwon. Hwanikbo, Shigeukgyeong, and Gwanghwageomryu were all like that.

‘It’s a small island.’

Only then did she realize her own mind. Her body had changed fundamentally.

The actor was unconsciously adopting the attitude he should have toward his subordinates.

Here’s the problem.

The fact is that there are more than one or two unmanned vehicles like Shin So-bin.

However, the Iphwangseong Fortress was a breakwater where the delay in the priesthood was prohibited by law.

There is no such thing as master and disciple. It’s just superior and subordinate, senior and junior.

‘What if I get caught by those symbol-less guys…?’

Shin So-bin grew up as the eldest daughter of the Shin family and lived in Iphwangseong.

There were faces that came to mind while frowning.

* * *

Three days passed.

With the Margin who was supposed to take over the mission out of town, there was no choice but to wait for direct instructions from the headquarters.

Jeong Yeon-shin spent her days honing her martial arts skills.

I wanted to spend as little time in the Hwangseong nature as possible.

Although achievements are achievements, you must also gain experience and knowledge in martial arts.

Although I won the match this time, I was not satisfied.

‘I was lucky.’

I remembered the fight with the blue giraffe Namgung Sejin.

The flow of the day was with Jeongyeonshin. That was it.

They possessed martial arts skills that could inflict fatal wounds on each other.

The Emperor’s Sword was a new and overwhelming martial art that could be seen as a supernatural ability. It wouldn’t be strange whoever won.

‘We have to go further.’

Muhak is the study of fighting with others. It cannot be learned alone.

Living beings come from interaction with others.

There was one person who immediately came to mind.

Baek Gi-rin Namgung Hwa-shin.

Among those who could develop together, he was the only one who followed Jeongyeonshin’s sense.

But the boy shook his head inwardly. He must be a man in despair.

It cannot be used as a means of practicing martial arts.

‘I can’t help but comfort you.’

Now, the duels with the unmanned Ma Gwang-ik were not stimulating.

That was the reason why they became like family to each other. The connection between real-life martial arts skills was sluggish.

It was because I didn’t feel like it was dangerous at all.

Also, all the seniors had already gone to Sacheon following the margin. Jeong Yeon-shin only continued her mental training.

Could it be because he saw peerless masters, including the new sword master, during Namgung Se-ga’s mission?

My thoughts were going crazy. I wish someone would at least pick a fight with me.

So that you can fully display your martial arts skills.

‘What kind of nonsense are you thinking?’

I shook my head inwardly and fell into meditation. About two hours passed like that.

Suddenly, sunlight through the bars of the window swept across the boy’s cheek.

It was the breath of twilight at the end of the day. That was when.

[Isn’t there anyone!]

Suddenly, a voice vibrated through the air.

The inherent energy was truly enormous. It was a wave of energy that reached the blue color at best.

Jeongyeonshin reacted immediately. There was no black, and at the moment, Ma Gwangik’s blue was all he had.

Woof!

I immediately showed my nerves. I quickly opened the door and ran out.

Bam! Hwaaak!

A strong wind blew through my hair. We closed the distance in an instant.

There was only one person who faced me in front of the pavilion.

“I entered the Imperial Palace today. I was assigned to Ma Gwang-ik.”

The young man with sunken eyes smiled.

It was a gentle smile. He approached briskly, holding a bottle of liquor, and the smell of alcohol spread as he got closer.

He continued.

“Isn’t that a sphere? Your face is quite impressive. The one who called me dull.”

“… … .”

“I don’t know your name. I know your nickname. Didn’t you say Seomye…?”

He seemed to be at least ten years older than Jeong Yeon-shin. That was his appearance.

He had distinct and handsome features, and a sense of weariness. He looked familiar.

“Hwangbo Se-ga, Tae-yeom-ryong.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

The first thing to do was to relax my body in a sitting position.

In an instant, all the muscles in his body relaxed like a beast preparing for a fight.

Meanwhile, the boy kept his eyes on the bastard.

“You remember too.”

Taeyeonryong smiles with a satisfied expression.

He was wearing shabby military attire, but he had a strange sense of dignity.

The leaf he was holding in his mouth seemed to be a poppy.

How did he get it? It was a sight that was hard to imagine in Iphwangseong.

As he drew a line with his eyes dimly shaded by shadows, Jeong Yeon-shin just stared blankly at him.

“It can’t be helped. Aren’t our qualities similar? I’m the Sun Vein, and you are… … .”

Taeyeonryong, who had been trailing off, tilted his head slightly.

“What? Anyway.”

A terrifying aura emanated from his entire body.

It was hot even though it didn’t look like it had generated much energy. It was the power of the sun.

It felt like I was growing on my own, like I had become stronger.

“Now, I am not Hwangbo Sogaju Naburangi, but a small, nameless disciple. Please take good care of me.”

It was a speech and action that made it seem like he had no attachment to anything in the world. He didn’t seem like the head of a small family.

But it didn’t matter, the boy wondered.

How did they bring the successor of the destroyed family into the imperial palace?

Is this something that can be decided by the General Director?

While gathering her thoughts, Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“Respect.”

“hmm?”

“Be respectful, Taeyeonryong.”