Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 165

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Heonwonchang’s words were clearly a provocation. The situation and his expression were all like that.

A behavior that was hard to see among the noble Baekdo warriors. The hostility of the surrounding masters seemed to be rising like clouds.

His eyes were tense, and his whole body was filled with prayer.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong laughs openly.

“Why are you so excited about the compliments? After getting beaten up so badly.”

The way he teases and raises his voice is no less than that of my superior.

It was the appearance of the Hwangbo Se family, a small family. Anyone who saw it could see that he was being arrogant.

Jeongyeonshin’s lips moved slightly. She was about to blurt out that she was inferior to the Magic Sword Master.

Heonwonchang’s words and actions have become no longer reckless.

‘It’s always been like this.’

The boy shook his shoulders slightly. The hand of Heonwonchang that was touching the prince was pushed away.

I find it strangely annoying that the great swordsman Ip Hwang puts his arms away without thinking while coughing in vain.

It seems like the reason why the character ‘Hwang’ was carved so large is fading away. It’s embarrassing.

Jeongyeonshin shook her head and thought to herself.

‘I’m slowly getting used to the taste. It’s pretty good.’

I tried the method I learned from Iphwangseongju. It worked better than I expected.

The faces of Mo Yong-myeong-jun and Ak Ye-rim, who cannot contain their shock, come to mind.

They are mediocre masters. Even though their senses are quite sensitive, they were unable to properly discern the sword of the energy wave that Jeongyeonshin had unleashed.

Even though they look clumsy, they are the warriors of a noble family. Their sense of smell and the coordination of the five senses seem to be at a considerable level.

‘So it’s actually easier to deceive.’

He had a pretty good sense. On the other hand, his martial arts skills weren’t at a level where he could immediately recognize Jeongyeonshin’s weakness.

Only the sense of accepting the sword strike of the wave as a real thing is sharp. Ambiguous inaction. If you cast a false flag, there is a greater than seven percent chance of success.

He became a good training partner. This alone made it worthwhile to come to the banquet hall.

‘It seems quite useful in a one-on-many battle, but… … For the lower-level players, Mancheonhwawoo is enough. It would have to be raised to a level that would confuse the highest level players.’

The eyes of the young Ma Gwang-ik were looking beyond the later indexes. Along with the reform of the swordsmanship, he vowed to hone his skills.

So that the one time it worked for Suncheon Ikju wasn’t just a fluke.

“Let’s go back.”

The boy said.

Rather, it was after the Murim Alliance had lost face. There was no reason to stay any longer.

Heonwonchang’s words were right. It was enough to let them enjoy it.

They showed that the Magwangikju’s rank was above them, so they achieved the desired result in their mission.

Taeyeonryong raised the corners of his mouth.

“You said everything you wanted to say, so why are you so embarrassed?”

He spoke in a playful manner. He sat down quietly on Jeongyeonshin’s left.

The boy, who was passing a mischievous smile, did not bother to look up at his elusive subordinate.

He only nodded to Namgung Hwasin, who had brought the scorpion of the Black Sword. In the meantime, Taeyeonryong’s smiling voice was heard.

“If I had to be picky, I would be a late-stage expert, but I’m afraid that the status of the great master will be lowered by the babbling of this Confucius. ‘Don’t talk to late-stage experts. You’ll lose your status.’… … It’s very impressive. It’s something that only a master of that age could say.”

“… … .”

“I’ll warn you in advance. Since such a strong and powerful being is probably the only one in the world, I hope you won’t kick the bed after three years. You’d better keep that in mind. I think I did the same thing nine years ago. I cursed the heavens for giving me the damned Sun Vein… … I said I would burn the world and make you regret it. It’s a very embarrassing memory.”

He was giving advice while laughing heartily. There was a lot of exhalation mixed in. He was still a difficult person to deal with.

“Let’s go.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said, turning her body completely.

The boy felt the irritation in his own voice. He thought it was natural. They were not even as good as the claws of a blue giraffe.

Originally, I had the intention of learning the martial arts of the famous families one by one, even if it meant sharing friendships. But not anymore. I have lost interest.

Damn it.

He walks freely without anyone stopping him. Is it because of his noble demeanor that he can be seen as a sword in the heart?

The young warriors of Baekdo did not move. They just stared blankly at Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who had been spewing out abusive language.

“Even if it turns purple, it’s still the same?”

Only one boy in a blue silk robe was muttering. He had a strange expression. He looked about two years younger than Jeong Yeon-shin.

Heonwonchang, standing next to him, told him that he was the son of Gongsun Sega.

“The reputation is pretty good. According to the annotation attached to the original appearance. Maybe it’s because I’m still young.”

“Well. There weren’t any particularly bad rumors about Gongsun Se-ga.”

Taeyeonryong lightly took it.

“I’m not interested. Children’s play is over.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who glanced at the polite Sogaju, slowly took a step back. She vowed to herself that from now on, she would only deal with mid-level masters.

Taeyeonryong and Heonwonchang immediately followed on the left and right. Namgung Hwasin guarded the boy’s back.

“The children’s play is over.”

Taeyeonryong grinned and muttered. Our great lord, you are creating the next form of the bed technique.

“As expected of the Grand Master.”

“I command you to remain silent until tomorrow morning.”

The four people left the banquet hall without hesitation.

Until then, Ak Ye-rim was still sitting there blankly, staring blankly at the hem of the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s black clothes.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun, standing on one side, quietly bit his lips. It was a place filled with only confusion, agony, and anger.

The lanterns in the banquet hall flickered brightly.

The night air blew in through the gap in the door that Ma Gwang-ik and his party had closed. It was dark and transparent.

* * *

“Geumseong was originally a ronin.”

Heonwonchang said. It was right after he returned from the banquet hall to Yunhyangwon.

The meeting with the leader is scheduled for noon tomorrow. Namgung Hwasin told me earlier. He said that Geomseong invited him to lunch.

Namgung Hwasin is the only one among the group who is popular.

While gathering information by going around the headquarters of the Murim Alliance here and there, he stopped by Yunhyangwon first and received a message from the leader.

“There are many anecdotes. It is hard to know how much of them are true. There is a rumor that he learned the swordsmanship that was considered taboo in the Shaolin world, and there is also a rumor that he was the only survivor from a famous family that was destroyed. It is said that he traveled the world and refined his swordsmanship based on the basics of the famous family. The swordsman Hyeon So-baek (玄蘇魄) is renowned as someone who can do anything.”

Heonwonchang’s words were unusual. Could it be because the origins of the swordsman were unclear?

The Iphwangdaehyeop, who rarely acknowledges the great wave, spoke without holding back.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong, who was lying on one side with his arm resting on his head, nodded.

“There was once a saying. When Hyun So-baek takes up the sword, the serene landscape of Mt. Mudang can be felt. When he dances with his sword on Hwasan, the plum blossoms will naturally respond. If you want to feel the ruggedness of Mt. Sung, all you have to do is face the swordsmanship of Jeoksu Gong-kwon.”

“… … .”

There was silence for a moment. Jeong Yeon-shin looked at Namgung Hwa-shin and Heon Won-chang’s expressions. There was no change in their complexions.

It seemed like a well-known story. It was said that when discussing the swordsman Hyeon So-baek, it would be okay to discuss the sacred mountains of the old school.

“I guess I’ll have to look at it in purple.”

The boy muttered slowly. Taeyeonryong nodded.

“Actually, the new sword master and the sword master are often compared. It’s mostly the talk of the elite in the martial arts world. They even argue about which sword technique is more noble and beautiful.”

“Comparable to the Master’s Formless Sword?”

Jeongyeonshin asked absentmindedly. The reason was because she remembered the sword of internal energy that Shingeomdanju had shown when he killed Namgunggaju.

Is there anything more splendid than the dazzling swords of that day? I have yet to see it.

Taeyeonryong nodded his head. It was a leisurely gesture.

“The one who cut off the head of the previous Simmu-ryeonju was also the Black Sword of the Black Sword… … To be honest, he is a person who deserves respect. Many people respect him. I was like that once too.”

“The anecdote where he stopped 100 soldiers of Simmu-ryeon is famous. He took the head of the previous Simmu-ryeon master from among the masters equipped with armor and arrows. It happened fifteen years ago.”

Namgung Hwasin spoke while sitting upright. He treated Jeong Yeonsin with complete respect.

Among the three subordinates, only Namgung Hwasin was like that.

The boy nodded slightly.

“What is your personality like?”

“The incident with Simmu-ryeon-ju that I mentioned earlier happened in front of the common people. Simmu-ryeon’s martial arts army exchanges supplies for pillaging. It is said that when they were trying to establish a village as a garrison, Geomseong appeared. He alone stood against a hundred masters and the entire Simmu-ryeon-ju. After beheading Yeon-ju, he suffered serious internal injuries, and I understand that he temporarily took refuge in Shaolin Temple because of that. It was an incident that happened in Hanam.”

Namgung Hwasin answered. It was a word full of respect for Geomseong Hyeon So-baek.

‘Based on rumors, he must be a great warrior.’

The boy thought. The leader might be a little different. He had never smelled the scent of a meeting in the sect.

There was only Yu Hyeon, who went to save the common people without any plan, Wi Ji Myo Hwa, who was famous for his chivalry, the Shaolin monks who willingly helped in defeating the Blood Flame Sect, and Cheong Kirin.

Jeongyeonshin opened her lips again. Hoping that she would not get involved in a pointless fight with Geomseong.

“So did you get the Great Transformation then?”

“That is what is known. At that time, he must have been friends with the Shaolin monk.”

“He is certainly not an ordinary, extraordinary old man. Judging from the fact that he personally paid the compensation for the Gaepa War. And he is talking about the Daehwandan.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong intervened.

It was the right thing to say. Jeong Yeon-shin listened to the words of his older subordinates. It was his duty as a subordinate to stand up to the master.

Although winning the Gaepa War was enough for Iphwangsinchang Aksurim, the boy always wanted more.

It is said that the swordsmanship of a master reflects his or her own personality.

It is impossible for someone with a rough temperament to fully master the Taegeuk sword of the Shamanist faction. If the swordsmanship is mild, there is a high chance that he will be given the lead.

In that case, it would be right to prepare a true awakening that accumulates a considerable amount of light waves in one hit.

It is worth trying to anticipate all sorts of fights in this way.

We also discussed how to conduct ourselves as envoys. It was until dawn.

“Let’s start with the words and actions of the great lord. From what I can see, we should be more wary of the Zhuge family than the leader. We must not find fault with even the smallest thing. I don’t know what kind of tricks he will use to participate in the Gaepa War.”

“Words and actions?”

“Honestly, it’s hard to say that the young Daeju’s words are polite. Rather, he has a talent for drawing the opponent’s blood flow all the way to the Baekhoe point. It wasn’t like this when I saw him before, but recently, something has… … .”

“I?”

Jeong Yeon-shin greeted the meeting day without much success.

* * *

The Mengjujeon where the Black Sword resided was located inside the main temple. It seemed to be the most secret place in the inner palace.

Even the man who guided Jeong Yeon-shin was not an ordinary person.

Sunryong Jegal Hyeon. The green ginseng he wears reminds him of a noble scholar. He is said to be the second most noble in the Jegal family.

‘It seems like something a servant would do.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. The boy who gave Zhuge Xiao a pretty good impression.

Even though it was our first meeting, he politely asked for a favor and even burned a fan for me.

It was then that Jegal Hyeon, who was walking together, opened his mouth.

“There was no panic before.”

“… … ?”

“You gladly accepted the invitation. The teachings were just as you said. I wanted to thank you, even if it was late. Thanks to you, I was able to open my eyes.”

“What if it’s an eye-opener?”

“You said that while the basics of weapons are important, the achievement of body movements should come first. It was a good study. It’s enough to make progress in the achievement of the mind and body.”

It was a calm tone. It was different from Mo Yong Mingjun’s pretentious voice. His neat demeanor gave off a sense of sincerity.

Was the burning of the debt unintentional? It may have been an order from a leader like Zhuge Liang.

The boy nodded once.

“That’s good.”

There are few Kang Ho-in who directly express their gratitude to others other than their colleagues. This is especially true when it comes to people from prestigious families.

Was he showing signs of embarrassment for no reason? A faint line formed on Jegal Hyun’s lips. The boy suddenly remembered.

They said that Seonryong, Taeyeonryong, and Cheonggirin were the same age.

‘Is he the closest person to the blue giraffe?’

It was when I absentmindedly thought of Namgung Sejin.

“This is it.”

Jegal Hyeon said.

Damn it.

The two walked on autumn leaves that were more splendid than flowers. A wide garden spread out beneath their feet.

Amidst the trees on all sides, a man carrying a bundle on his back greeted them. A prayer as clear as the scent of autumn flowers came to Jeongyeonshin.

Now that I’m in black, I know. This was a presence that testified to the incredibly dense swordsmanship.

He is a peerless master who would not be strange if he were to create a barrier as big as a castle wall with just one sword.

I understand why it is mentioned together with the new sword master.

Black Star Hyun So-baek.

It was clear that he had the blood of a noble family. His nose, which stood out under the sunlight, resembled the blade of a divine sword.

He was a middle-aged man with a very handsome appearance. Even the cold, dark-colored hilt of his sword, along with his white clothes, looked noble.

“Meet the leader.”

Jegal Hyun knelt down on one knee and took the lottery. Geomseong smiled faintly and waved his hand.

“It’s a courtesy. I have called you because I have business to attend to, so please remain seated. And… … .”

His pitch-black eyes took in the boy’s entire body. Jeongyeonshin stood still without making any gestures. He just stared blankly at Geomseong.

The inspiration that was stimulating his whole body right now made him do that.

A tidal wave of emotions surged through my head. My upper body was heating up on its own.

“You are the Demon King.”

Geomseong said with a faint smile.

“I heard from the greedy Sega masters that if a sect war breaks out, the first thing to be beheaded is the sprout. But… … .”

Phew.

Suddenly, the sense of perspective became strange. The boy closed his eyes once and opened them. The body of the black knight, who was at least thirty paces away, was now right before his eyes.

The white robe worn by the leader cast a faint shadow. A strong wind blew in late.

The surrounding bushes all fell backwards.

Hwaaaaak!

It was truly an incredible technique. It was a speed completely beyond human control.

‘I reacted late. I need to take the second bite… …!’

Jeong Yeon-shin flinched as she placed her hand on Bukmyeong’s sword. The sword master’s eyes were red.

“How cruel is heaven, at such a young age.”

Colorless sparks flew from the black eyes filled with tears. It seemed as if divine energy was infused into the eyes.

It was as if the boy had absorbed spirituality into his heart. It was a trace of the divine discipline that had reached the highest level.

“How hard has it been for you? Come here. Let me hug you.”

Magwangikju’s body reacted independently of his surprised mind. Heunwonchang’s habit reflexively came to mind.

A wave of divine power rippled throughout his body. Tiny whirlpools rose up the pitch-black robe.

It is a power that allows the body to move faster than the eyes. The body movements are perfectly assisted.

wickedness!

Jeongyeon Shin twisted her upper body while frowning. The soft dirt floor sank beneath her as she took her next step.

A move to send the embrace of the black sword aside. The black and white sleeves brushed against each other, making a long sound. It was a hair’s breadth away.

Geomseong and Jegalhyeon’s eyes widened.