Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 179

Swordsman (2)

The person who holds the biggest financial power in the Murim Alliance and the Iphwangseong Ma Gwang-ikju met.

The confrontation between the two figures immediately caught the attention of even those who were avoiding the road.

“Yes, ma’am? Wasn’t it originally a red flag?”

“The news is late. They say that he has achieved great success in the Dharma.”

“The accomplishment of the tax payment law? That’s nonsense.”

“Unmarried children of the Ye clan do not have the right to reveal their names. The reason for this is said to be the appearance of reddish-black hair similar to blood. It is said that when the karma deepens, the black hair will return, and this happened during the Gaepa ceremony.”

“During the opening ceremony… …! Were there many people who witnessed it?”

“It was a place where many people were watching. The heads of the various families and the leaders of the clans were present. With his bloodline, money, and martial arts skills, he must have been given the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces.”

“Is this something that can be simply dismissed as being similar? If they are similar, aren’t they too similar… … .”

The man in the yellow jacket who had been talking lowered his voice. The swordsman who had been talking with him smiled faintly.

“They say that the enlightenment of a master comes suddenly. It is impossible to hide the temperament that is revealed when overcoming a wall. When Baekgi-rin Namgung Hwasin was in danger during the secret battle, she suddenly rose from the observation seat. The sight of her pure energy completely washing away the red hair… … Personally, it was on par with the impression that Unga-kwon had given. Rather, it dispelled even the smallest suspicions.”

“Baekgirin! So, what happened to Baekgirin? I heard he fought against a veteran of the Hongwonmun (弘源門)!”

“He wasn’t a mid-level warrior, but a shaman. He was a seasoned master in his forties… … .”

Jeongyeon Shin heard everything.

It was before the character Yeharin approached him. Gwangryun was the sum total of all the studies the boy had done.

If it moved on its own even for a moment, it would be difficult to pass it by without thinking.

So I just stayed still.

When I came to this place, I was reminded of the Seven Sages for a moment. It was because of the cheerful tone of speech that seemed strangely detached from the present world.

If the voices had been similar, my suspicions might have deepened.

The masseter muscles on both sides above the slender lower jaw are also slightly wider in Yeharin. The space between the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are very slightly wider.

Each area has its own nerves and acupoints for the upper abdomen. It was a location that could not be touched by the face-changing technique of Yeok Yong Gong.

Even so, a clear distinction had to be made.

He didn’t move even after seeing her reaching out. It was like when he immediately judged Sima Oedo’s power.

I tried to confirm the true energy of the body through contact. However, the light wheel that had once pulsed no longer responded.

Even though her hands were completely in contact, she was most likely a pure-blooded person, unless there was a rare gem in the world that completely concealed her temperament.

‘Did the law react first?’

If you have expressed pure energy, it could be possible. That was the case with Yu Hyeon of the Hwasan faction.

This was because he had developed the highly renowned Purple Cloud God skill in Taoism. Likewise, the same would be true of Wiji Myohwa, who had developed the Zhongnan martial arts, a Taoist martial art.

It was when the boy was calmly gathering his thoughts.

“You’re not as shy as you look. Despite your indifferent demeanor, you’re actually quite soft-spoken.”

Sabak.

Yeharin raised the corners of her lips and took a step back. Her hand, which had been touching the back of the boy’s hand, finally lifted off her index and middle fingers.

Fingers forming a sword. This is a martial artist who is seriously studying martial arts.

“I feel like I was at a loss, so if I have to say something, it’s my childhood name. There’s a separate name that I received as an adult after going through the customs. It’s something that can only be revealed at important times.”

“Recite the words that the Black Star has given you properly.”

The boy said. Yeharin’s smile deepened.

“That’s really all. It was just a suggestion that we could wait until later. Whether we follow it or not is up to you. Who here has the right to force the actions of a black man?”

“okay.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered briefly.

The feeling of being dug into the upper abdomen was ticklish. It was a thick favor. It came through the Baekhoe point, which had recently opened up more widely.

It was coming from Yeharin, who was smiling right in front of me. It was as if the candy was melting into my mind. She was a very strange person.

The boy shook his head internally and slowly took his steps.

It was then that Yeharin folded her fluttering white sleeves behind her back.

“Baekgirin went to the Gaepadae Battle instead of you. He’ll be preparing for the next battle.”

“……thanks.”

“You will see each other often in the future. It is my duty to treat you well. An envoy from the Daebang faction who is not part of the Menghui must be treated with the utmost care.”

She laughed. She left a message telling me not to treat her coldly even if she suddenly visits her.

Jeong Yeon-shin paused for a moment and then started walking again.

Taeyeonryong, who was sweeping away the unmanned members of the Menghui, followed right away. He bowed his head slightly from the side.

“You seem to be acting in a contemptible manner, but you don’t cross the line. When you touched me earlier, you intentionally relaxed your forearm muscles. You even removed all the energy that was trapped in your blood and energy. You seem to have mastered the art of martial arts, but your internal energy is amazing.”

“… … .”

“That famous ‘Yes So-jo’ was the author. They say that there are few young people here who don’t fall in love with that woman. Even the white-haired rascals who grew up seeing only classy things can’t come to their senses.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong spoke. It seemed as if he was trying to lighten the mood. He glanced at his master with his eyes wide open.

Shaolin Grand Alliance. Knowing the meaning that the reward for the Gaepa War holds for Jeongyeonshin.

The boy gave the summoning ring he received as a reward for completing the Four Thousand Missions to his grandfather, Mayanjeok.

It was a royal decree given by the General Office for the purpose of public accounting. The Lord was free to use it as he pleased.

It is said to be an object that was obtained from Shaolin and was waiting for a worthy recipient.

I left it at my grandfather’s bedside while he was sleeping.

After reaching the point of becoming one with the Blood Flame Cult Leader, Mayeonjeok, who had become as ugly as a tree, would often lose consciousness.

‘The summoning group is not enough.’

It would be different if it was Daehwandan, which was second only to the fruit of Cheonhamok in the martial arts world in terms of fame.

I don’t want to regain my martial arts skills right away. I want to be able to move around freely.

The sight of him blocking the Blood Flame Cult Leader in the swirling blue flames was vivid in my mind. It was engraved with the love of blood relatives that I had never felt before.

It was not something to give up on due to the tricks of the leaders of the Menghui. The hand holding the sword was strengthened.

He didn’t let go even after touching Yeharin’s hand once. Blue veins were pulsing on the back of his hand. The boy opened his mouth.

“Let’s focus on the Gaepada War first.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong smiles softly. It seems as if he likes it.

“I like it when the qualities of the great master are concentrated on one thing. It’s fun to be excited about what will happen. But didn’t you say that the Gaepada War has already begun?”

“What does it matter?”

It wasn’t Jeong Yeon-shin’s words. It was Heon Won-chang who spoke. While walking towards Unhyangwon with the two people, his eyes sparkled.

A colorless light flashed across his pupils. It was the light of aerodynamic eyes. He had been grumbling ever since he heard the news of the opening ceremony.

“I will teach these bastards shame. All they have to do is swing the sword that I give them.”

“It’s nice and comfortable.”

Taeyeonryong muttered.

The unmanned members of the distant blindfold gradually moved away from the scene. The same was true for the onlookers from outside.

I saw the commander of the main force and the commander of the Imperial Guard, Ma Gwang-ik-ju, talking.

The sight of these high-ranking people hanging out together was a sure way to dampen the spirits of many martial artists.

The only person who raised their voice even a little was the young lady of the Ye clan.

She was the only one who stared intently at the back of the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

‘No matter what the old man Black Star says, my Taesa’s will comes first. I just relayed his words.’

Ma Gwang-ik and his party, leaving behind smooth smiles, quickly entered Unhyangwon.

It was not the usual quiet and peaceful dwelling. There was a faint scent of blood.

While the servants were all surprised at the sight of the boys and young men who had suddenly come in, Jeong Yeon-shin saw Namgung Hwa-shin in the yard.

He was seen bending over in a small pond, wetting his hands.

The blue-haired man’s posture was disheveled. He put one foot on the rock and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

It seemed as if he wanted to show his full form after sensing the presence of the group. He smiled awkwardly, perhaps realizing that he was late.

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

Namgung Hwasin said. The boy looked at him blankly.

“… … Instead, I heard you went up to the stage.”

“I was lucky enough to not lose in the Great Battle. I was also satisfied that I didn’t meet the later index. All the people I met just before were mid-level people who had given me good lessons. Anyway, I heard that most of the young people have fallen and the middle-aged and older masters are the ones who remain.”

It was a soft tone. Was it the face that his older brother, Cheonggi-rin, used to show to Namgung Hwa-shin?

He smiled faintly like a pond rippling beside him. However, he looked tired.

“… … .”

The autumn wind blew vividly on the boy’s face. Jeongyeonshin felt a translucent sensation.

An invisible breeze lingered in the silence for a moment. The waves in the pond surged forward, layer by layer.

The boy said thank you.

* * *

The next day.

The news that the Ip Hwang-seong party had returned did not receive much attention.

The Menghui warriors who witnessed them near the main gate felt ashamed. They had no choice but to hush.

Even the leader of the Murim Alliance did not bother to spread the news of the defeat of Simmu-ryeon.

It was a day of celebration that boosted the morale of the Alliance and the people’s hearts. The Martial Arts Alliance’s Gaepa Grand Battle was a martial arts festival that took place in Shaanxi and Hanzhong.

“Hwiseon Sword, Yeoju Ilhyeop! Those who will broaden the knowledge of all fellow disciples, come out!”

A voice full of energy rang out loud. A middle-aged man wearing a dark green uniform, Zhuge Qian, the military representative, stepped forward in person.

It was on a huge circular stage that symbolized the legitimacy of the Baekdo Martial Arts Association. A tremendous roar filled the air.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!

A crowd of perhaps a thousand people surrounded the area. The heat was as if the season had returned to summer.

The wooden watchtowers standing on all sides were packed with people. They were barely holding on.

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe came up onto the stage. He was the swordsman Hwiseongeom Seop Yuncheol (葉韻喆), a native warrior born and raised in Hanjung.

His deep black hair and distinctive eyes were proof of his extraordinary talent. He was also famous as the brother-in-law of the Zhuge family.

The prayer of So-Jun (蘇俊), the female protagonist who approaches from the opposite side, is also outstanding.

The moment he took a step off the stage, those who had climbed up to the observation tower to sit around him staggered.

The energy contained in the law made it like that.

The presence of mid-level experts was different from that of later indices.

They are the main players in discussing the conquest of the Gaepa War.

“There are so many dragons and tigers. Was there really no need to push the schedule forward?”

“I had to consider what if.”

“What are you going to do about the public’s gaze?”

“Han and Zhong are already the lands of the Bon Alliance, so if we speak of the greater good, the shame will be diluted.”

“The military is right. In the first place… … there were experts below the elders who could deal with Magwangikju. Even the leaders of the armed forces of each family are middle-aged and in the prime of their lives. Didn’t even Hwasangeomjeol come down from the mountain?”

“It would be best not to bring up that topic. It was a ploy by Ip Hwang-seong to send a young master who was not even a master to them. If we lost, it would have been a complete disgrace, and even if we won, it wouldn’t have been a complete victory.”

It was the viewing platform for the leaders of the Murim Alliance. Beneath the splendid canopy, in the wide-spread shade, quiet conversations were taking place.

A sense of triumph that has become a given throughout one’s life flows with dignity.

They were martial arts leaders who lived in their own world and in their own way.

On one side, a middle-aged swordsman wearing a Hwasan-pa uniform was frowning. His face was showing embarrassment as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms.

The same was true for Sogeom-hu, who was the head of the Jeomchangpa faction and was the representative. A strangely uncomfortable expression could not be hidden on his blank face.

However, the Murim Alliance’s opening battle was a torrential downpour that signaled the flow of the times. It was something that was difficult for the sects that practiced Taoism in the mountains to do.

“The Hwiseon Sword and the Yeoju Ilhyeop. Where did you hang them?”

“I’ve already poured half of my remaining assets into the Hwasan Sword and Unga First Sword… … Just seeing their swordsmanship is enough to open your eyes. I think Hwiseon Sword’s swordsmanship is a bit sharper. There was a time when he was called the best swordsman in Korea and China.”

“People around the housewife seem to think differently.”

As the crowd chatted excitedly, Hwi Seon-geom and Yeo Ju-il-hyeop stood facing each other.

In an instant, the excitement grew. The cheers rose without end.

The festival that had been going on for four days in the Central Plains was about to open once again.

at that time.

bang!

A flag was planted askew in the middle of the stage. A strong wave crashed into the floor.

The dust was swept away in concentric circles, and the ripples of energy were intense.

A white long coat of arms tied to a steel pole flapped wildly.

While showing off the character for wildness (荒) engraved on the back to the world.

“The Magwangikju of Iphwangseong! The island goddess Jeong Yeonsin who pitied the common people of Hanjung!”

A young man’s voice rang out. It was filled with a sense of vitality that seemed to have been drawn out to extremes.

It was a colorless, aerodynamic temperament fluttering in the wind from the flag planted on the stage, and a voice that echoed in all directions like a lion’s roar followed.

“I have defeated the martial arts forces of Yeongcheon Geomgwi and Sim Mu-ryeon―!”

It was a tremendous roar. For a moment, the air seemed to shake.

An unexpected event occurred. It was something that was hard to imagine in Baekdo Kangho.

It was a spectacle that shook the hearts of many people, even though it was a bold form. The gossip spread like a tidal wave in all directions.

The moment when hundreds of warlords closed and opened their eyes.

A boy in black robes was sitting under the white flag of Ip Hwang Seong. It was a shocking sight.

The backlash from the unprecedented light aircraft was belatedly felt.

With his black robe and black hair fluttering at the same time, the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju slowly opened his lips.

“I was supposed to attend as an envoy, but I was late because of the immorality of this great lord. Wasn’t your alliance originally formed to oppose the true nature? What would be the point without this body? Isn’t that so?”

He acted completely like a black man with a yellowish complexion. It was a truly arrogant voice.

The attitude and temperament were the same. The young master stood between Hwiseongeom and Yeoju Ilhyeop.

He looks down at the crowd below the stage, his smooth chin slightly lifted.

“Magwangikju?”

“That nerve… … !”

The boy pretended not to see the two veterans.

He carried his backpack with one hand and held the flag of the Iphwangdaehyeop in his other hand. Then he pulled out the flagpole stuck in the ground and spoke.

“The Emperor does not avoid challenges.”

He put it right back in with the words.

thud!

There was a very dull vibration. A circular wave of aerodynamic force spread out from the launch pad. It was accompanied by a faint wind.

The flagpole and the stage were perfectly vertical. The flag, which had been hit by the recoil, waved wildly, showing off its imperial form.

“I feel responsible for being late. Therefore, from now on, I will be the only one responsible for all the conflicts that occur.”

Magwangikju twisted his lips.

“Don’t worry about the shame of the wheel.”

“… … .”

A few breaths of time froze as if the world had stopped.