Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 178

swordsman

The Martial Arts Alliance’s Grand Battle was held on a grand scale.

To compete with the famine while supplying food, you need to have a great reputation. This is especially true when the famine is severe.

As the times of turmoil gradually deepened, public sentiment and reputation were more important than ever. Menghui aimed for the symbolism of the best confederation in the martial arts world.

The main gate was opened.

A scale that surpasses the Ip Hwang Seong. The standard of chivalry. This is the impression that the Murim Alliance wants to leave behind.

He made his presence felt through the Gaepa War. A master of the Il-in-jeon-seon Mysterious Sect knocked on the door, and a swordsman of the Hwasan Sect came down from the mountain.

A large number of masters from the Sega who enjoyed power also appeared.

The counselor of the Unga has put on his sword. A line of brilliant masters has appeared.

The meeting has been going on for a long time.

The beggars of the open world spread rumors about the Murim Alliance in all the streets and posted posters. People couldn’t help but be interested.

It was said that it was a place where Baekdo Ganghoin showed off their martial arts skills.

A huge crowd gathered.

There was hardly a town in the vast land of Korea and China that was not crowded. The lights of the houses and inns lining the streets were never turned off.

“My eyes are dazzled. The Jeolha Sword Style of the Moyong Family is truly legendary. How good is the Twenty-Four-Hand Plum Blossom Sword of the Hwasan Sword Family? They say it is the most magnificent sword style in the world. It really makes my heart race. It is a pity that I came late.”

“I didn’t see anything. Your clan’s eyesight seems to be better than I thought. Or is it just bragging?”

“Are you bluffing? How can a lowly person know the vision of a high-ranking person?”

There was laughter and noise. The wide road in front of the main gate was narrow with no space to step.

On days when rumors were heard that a famous master was going to participate in a martial arts competition, the streets of Ori were filled with businesses.

The common people sold rice cakes and sweets. Shopkeepers from shabby inns also came out onto the street and harassed passersby.

confluence.

The saying “wave of people” is true. It was the same today.

“I didn’t know there were such pavilions in the world. They were tall, large, and elegant. It was truly a different world. It seems that the saying that the Murim Alliance is the best in the world is true.”

“It was truly the best martial arts of the world. Isn’t it like speaking to the world with a human body? I can see why the three great clans act so proudly like royalty. Aren’t they capable of facing the army alone?”

The concentration of attention was overwhelming. The chance for an ordinary citizen to see the headquarters of the Murim Alliance would never come again.

Even if you actually go in, the route is restricted and you have to go through a thorough identity check, but it was worth enduring the questioning about your background.

From the common people and merchants, to the unmanned fire brigades and even the guards protecting the goods coming and going.

The flow of phosphorus was also a spectacle for the martial artists of the Murim Alliance.

It is a rare opportunity in this world to see so many people at once. This was also the case for the man and woman sitting on top of the seven-story pavilion just inside the main altar of the Menghui Hall.

It was a place with a clear view of the street in front of the main gate.

“After all, the leader of the martial arts world isn’t the swordsman. The head of the Zhuge family decides everything.”

A woman who was lying diagonally on the roof rafters spoke. She was Lady Ye of the Ye clan.

Her eyes are covered with a soft white cloth, and she glances down as if she has the power of clairvoyance.

“Why are there so many? They look like cockroaches.”

“Compared to the precious True Blood Vessel, yes.”

A middle-aged man dressed neatly in a pure white uniform answered. He was standing upright in the seat below the young lady.

Even though the wind is blowing hard, the body does not look dangerous. Ignorance is embedded in everyday life.

“It was expected that the Jegal family would dominate. I have established the Jeongjong Alliance where my family is located. You could say that this is the reward for the hard work they have put in behind the scenes. They have risen to the forefront of the martial arts world.”

“It’s fortunate that the Black Sword is on my side.”

Yes, said the young lady, stroking the pure white blindfold with her long fingers.

“I was wondering. I didn’t know that it would work on someone like that. I had no idea. All the authors who are considered peerless masters are eccentric and have sloppy aspects. The late leader was like that too. What’s the reason?”

“… … There is a state that can be reached by losing one’s mind. All the absolute beings who are popular in the present age are like that. There is a saying that the state of the best is the world of madmen. The master of the Iphwangseong Shingumdanju said so.”

“Well, but the cult was a little different. Even Il-sado should have seen the method used to burn the cult leader. Maybe because he was our Taesa’s grandfather, he learned and mastered the divine technique well. I was so envious.”

“You shouldn’t look down on the Black Sword. The moment the slightest trace of our school’s martial arts is revealed in his behavior, it will be a disaster. This unworthy disciple has repeatedly offered advice, but no matter how much heed is paid, it’s not enough.”

“Is this something that you can’t handle?”

Yes, So-Jeo gently lifted the corner of her eye covered with her fingertips. The middle-aged man’s eyes sparkled.

“It is without a doubt the magical weapon of our sect. It is a sacred relic of the sect leader that has been passed down through generations, and it is a magical tool created to protect the direct descendants from lowly beings. The divine bloodline that was born with it became the target of all lowly clans without even cultivating its bloodline.”

“Isn’t that what kept our bloodline alive?”

“When a noble bloodline covers its own eyes, no one will know. It creates a gap in perception in the realm of sorcery. As long as the true bloodline is not revealed, the deception will be maintained. With that one limitation, it is truly a divine being.”

“Don’t let your guard down?”

“Even if you can deceive your temperament, voice, and appearance, your conduct is a separate matter.”

“I’ve heard that a lot. I’m starting to get a little nervous. Our Taesa will be here soon. He’s a divine being who has combined the powers of the Pasa with his internal energy. Won’t he really get caught?”

The hand that had been stroking his blindfold moved to his hair below his shoulder, gently twisting the ebony ends.

The middle-aged man who had been standing there answered with a blank expression as if he had not seen the sight.

“You have washed away all your old habits. You have qualities that surpass those of the previous sect leaders. I would like to advise you, with all my respect, to be careful only of your words and actions. This is the most difficult thing.”

“That’s it. Anyway, I’m so excited. I don’t know how long it’ll be since we’ve been so close.”

“… … This divine water is something that will never be found again in the world, so please treat it with respect.”

“Isn’t there only one thing that is precious to me?”

Yes, the young lady’s lips went up. It was a smooth smile.

* * *

Jeong Yeon-shin entered the main office of the Murim Alliance with her group. The energy that came with stepping inside the main gate was incredible.

The energy waves emitted by countless people were constantly stimulating the Baihui point.

At the same time, I felt a sense of discomfort.

“A rough emperor? A golden water chamber. A nobleman in truly flashy military attire.”

“Wait a minute. That old man, with a long beard, and a black robe… isn’t that the Demon King’s Sword? He must be a master of the Ip Hwang Castle!”

“What? That person was a real person?”

“Don’t act like you’re a country bumpkin from Guangdong. You’ll upset my feelings. Just pass quietly.”

It was different than before. There was no gaze mixed with triumph and hostility.

While those who had nothing to do with the Murim Alliance looked at Jeong Yeon-shin and his group with curious faces, the warriors of the Alliance instead looked elsewhere and passed them by.

“You know what shame is. You invited the ambassador and then started a party among your own people?”

Heonwonchang openly sneered. There was no reply. Gongsunmin and Sogeomhou, who were accompanying him, made unusually awkward expressions.

“I wonder if there is some mistake?”

The little prince of Gongsun Sega said.

Although he is young, he is the successor to a large clan. Black flames constantly fly from his pitch-black eyes.

It was the gaze created by the power of Gongsun Se-ga’s internal energy.

It was the moment when I saw the longed-for Magwangikju come back from a showdown with the Sword Lord of Hanamseong.

Gongsun Min’s face was filled with shame and distress.

“They are called the Jeongpa sect… … Even if the Sega clans pursue worldly fame, that’s not true. Our family would not have agreed. There is no shame in Jeongjong Mu-maek.”

“Well. I’m sure you’ve already heard the news that Sim Mu-ryeon has withdrawn. There must be one or two beggars of openness in the land of Han and Zhong. If a person from the Se family had accomplished the feats of Jeong Gong-ja on his own, wouldn’t they have been there to greet him in the evening… …”

Sogeom-hoo, who had been sleeping, raised her eyebrows and spoke. She and Gongsun Min looked at Jeongyeon-sin’s expression.

It seemed like she was nervous inside. It wasn’t like her to be so stubborn about everything. It meant that this wasn’t an ordinary situation.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked at them calmly.

“Let him rest.”

It was a saying of the black master who single-handedly solved the homework of the meeting.

Gongsun Min opened his eyes wide and unconsciously thought to himself. I should get the sword from Murong Mingjun first.

The group split up.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t necessarily want to report the situation to Geomseong. The first thing she had to do was check on Namgung Hwashin, who was left alone.

If the affairs of the Menghui were to gain momentum and a war of attrition had already begun, then given Baekgirin’s nature, he would not have remained silent.

You can see people scattering in all directions among the countless crowds. They move as soon as they see Jeong Yeon-shin.

It seemed like the drones from each faction that made up the alliance had gone to report to the leader.

Damn it.

Young Ma Gwang-ik moved his feet slowly.

With each step, the crowd parted. Embarrassed faces and curious expressions spread in all directions.

The reaction of the black envoy who came as an envoy quickly became the center of attention. Will the Gaepa War end in catastrophe?

Or will the energy of the festival that covered the land of Korea and China transform into the presence of the Murim Alliance and spread throughout the Central Plains?

‘The Murim Alliance is large and closed. What could have happened?’

The boy, accompanied by Taeyeonryong and Heonwonchang, walked silently.

Thinking of Namgung Hwasin, my most trusted colleague and subordinate. He must have clearly expressed an opposing opinion.

The discussions of the unmanned factions usually involve armed conflict. The Sima Weidao and Baekdo factions are no different.

If the positions were not narrowed, it was common for important matters to be decided based on the level of martial arts. It was a world where the word of a master was law.

Maenghoe ignored Namgung Hwasin’s objection.

If there had been any intimidation during the process, Jeong Yeon-shin was willing to use the pavilions located in the inner palace of the Murim Alliance as a touchstone for new swordsmanship.

‘If you thought that the Jeongpa Gangho would hesitate to use his sword, you were mistaken.’

The justification will be made clear by Heonwonchang. The sword wound worn by Yeongcheon Geomgwi can be exchanged for stealing and eating Taeyeonryong’s poppy.

Swish.

His left hand moved unconsciously and wrapped around the sword of the divine sword Bukmyeong. Immediately, gasps erupted from all over the crowd.

The men of the blind were shocked. Did they suddenly think they would see the emergence of a master?

That was when.

Sabak.

Suddenly, soft and brisk footsteps rang out. It was unusually clear.

‘hmm?’

A rapidly approaching presence. A dreamy new technique, like walking on clouds.

In just a few steps, I was close enough to smell it.

He wore pure white clothes. The white sleeves were wide. It was a garment that was somewhere between a military uniform and a court uniform.

The woman approached Jeongyeonshin straight away. A strand of her hair was tied down by a white silk covering her eyes.

It seems like they put a lot of thought into their appearance, but their long, unhesitating strides are impressive.

I don’t know if he is blind or a human being who is training his senses.

“… … .”

The surroundings became quiet.

Could it be because of the woman’s considerable status? Or perhaps it was because of her appearance.

The sunlight was breaking through the leaves covering the trees. Her beautiful nose stood out in the dappled light.

Her skin, as pale as white porcelain, had a smooth sheen. Her hair, which swayed along with her cheerful steps, was strangely mysterious.

‘I’m practicing both the deep and the method at the same time. It’s an amazing feeling.’

Jeongyeonshin felt the ripples in her thin breath. Her footsteps were the same.

The direction of the Bagua Myori was confirmed near the big toe of the pink Danhye.

The fine aerodynamic force rippled along with the cheerful gait.

The autumn wind seemed to reach her with unusual clarity, as if it had been woven into an age-old magic.

A youthful elegance in the approaching gesture.

A spirit that seems to breathe through martial arts.

If I were to describe the beauty of a great man, it would be something like this.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt a strange sensation in her heart. It was the movement of the light wheel. For a moment, it pulsed clearly.

It was somewhere between repulsion and resonance. Some of the energy inherent in the Neungbeop Gwangryungi arose simultaneously.

I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because of the woman’s unique prayer.

‘what?’

It was at this moment that Jeongyeonshin began to think. She came within arm’s length of the boy and opened her mouth.

With an attitude that seemed to ignore the uninhabited people surrounding them.

“It doesn’t have to be now. It’s a message from the Sword Master.”

“what?”

“Oh, can we talk comfortably? I know you’re the head of the Ip Hwang Seong. But I’m the acting head of the Danju. I’m the acting head of the Sangdae, but I’m the head of a very, very large Sangdae. How about we talk comfortably to each other? I’m even on the level of the General.”

“Tell me your identity and name.”

The young Ma Gwang-ik-ju spoke briefly.

That was when.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt that their eyes had met for a moment. It was very strange that the hostility in the upper body did not reach her.

Is this what it feels like when the night sky looks at you? There was silence for a moment.

The faint smile of the woman who arrived in front of me gave off a devilish vibe.

“This is a secret… but I’m telling you because the honorable Magwangikju has ordered me to.”

She stretched out her beautiful fingers, her lips as red as poppies.

“Yessi checkpoint, Yessi top.”

The tips of pure white fingers descended on Jeong Yeon-shin’s fist, which was holding the sword above her waist. An unfamiliar scent spread faintly.

The woman who had gently placed her hand on the foot of the sword of the Magwangikju bowed her head slightly.

A small exhalation escapes from the boy’s collarbone.

“My name is Yeharin.”

She whispered.