Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 210

Blue (4)

Baekseogun enjoyed the wealth and power of the Sado Daebangpa for a long time.

Like other masters of the thirteen heavenly realms, he gained fame and was called a monster of the martial arts world.

Unlike the Baekdo martial arts world, the Sapha martial arts world did not follow petty rules.

If it was difficult to find a rival due to the power of the sect and the military power of the main body, one could enjoy a life that was the envy of any other king.

He acted as the swordsman of Sima Weidao and buried the life of a sibbi. That was the way it had to be.

It was not a world where people’s roots were considered as much as the Jeongpa Gangho, but if one’s humble origins were known among the many leading figures of the Daebang factions, they would most likely be laughed at.

Origin is the foundation. The hometown where you were born and raised is your root.

It was a natural perception. It was the same in the martial arts world. It was full of people who considered their school to be their hometown.

It was a world with a special meaning for the hometown.

The head of the Shinya County, the head of the Shinya County, the Baekseo County of the Shinya County… … .

Boredom settled in my heart, dulled by wealth and fame.

He was different from the elders of Simmu-ryeon who enjoyed pleasures until they died. He lost his passion very early.

Was it because she had neglected the years that had become her foundation? At some point, the precious Yongjeong tea began to smell like water.

Even though I drank Seobongju (西鳳酒), which is famous for being the best liquor in the world, I didn’t get drunk.

Even the Grand Duke Sim Mu-ryeon, who said he loved her and tried to cling to her without knowing the subject, was insignificant.

Even the moment she stabbed the bastard in the face was insensitive. If Yeonju had been the one to take issue with it, she would have walked out of Simmuyeon herself.

Because he was used to living a life of wealth and honor, he had no intention of turning his back on Mu-ryeon, but Baek Seo-gun’s life became more and more boring day by day.

In the meantime, a master from the Jeong family appeared.

I asked Lian Zhu and experienced the Sword of the Demon King with a very happy heart.

I felt a sense of nostalgia for the boy. A deeply missed fragrance emanated from the upper body of the delicate Jeongyeonsin.

Ten critical decisions.

It contained one of the well-known secrets of baduk: the principle that you must catch the player even if you have to throw away one stone.

The attitude of the journalists. It was also called ‘important meaning’.

Yeongcheon Sword Ghost Baek Seo-gun was a person so skilled with the sword that he was called a sword ghost.

He accepted the ideas of swordsmanship with an unusually great degree. This was especially true because the swordsman he shared a hand with was a blood relative who resembled Jeong Ban-ak’s noble appearance.

I realized anew that the years I spent growing up in Jeonggajang were not in vain.

He remembered the teachings of Jeong Dae-myeong and Jeong Ban-ak, who had shown him kindness even though he was a traitor.

Seomye helped Baekseogun find his roots.

“It’s so cool.”

She looked down at the second son of the head of the household and frowned.

Another face appears in my eyes.

It was a face that contained the beauty of half-evil.

Seomye Jeongyeonshin, the third child of Shin Yahyeon Jeongbanak.

I thought that I had grown up receiving teachings that would never be found anywhere else in the world.

The traces of the pupils that dazzled his entire body, the way he held the sword in a calm yet aggressive posture, and the martial arts achievements that were enough to form a family now all seemed to speak of the teachings of a famous school.

He was considered a great nobleman who was so noble that he would not be envious of the younger leaders of the famous religion.

Even his extremely arrogant personality did not come across as a flaw. As the lord of Ip Hwang Seong, the polite speech he gave was so endearing that it felt friendly.

‘There is such a thing in the world… … .’

Yeongcheon Swordsman Baek So-gun recalled his great work with Hao Moon-ju.

I didn’t pour the drinks, I just received them. I sat there as if it was a given, and listened to a very shocking story.

―… He didn’t grow up well… … That’s the rumor about Iphwangseong Island. Isn’t it really strange? Isn’t it that he built up his own military power at that age? Since Shinya-hyeon became a rural area after the evil spirits ran rampant in the late Yuan Dynasty, I don’t know how much I should believe the villagers’ words.

He received the second son of the Jeong family from Haomunju.

I came to check the truth of the rumors I had heard. I couldn’t believe it even as I crossed the ground with light air.

Could it be that the child who drew such an orphaned swordsman grew up hated?

At that time, the eyes of the island girl I met seemed somewhat old-fashioned, but I guessed that her temperament was like that because of the destruction of her family.

To her, Jeonggajang was a rather warm and inviting house.

The island’s beautiful Jeongyeonsin.

It was the legacy that the head of the household left behind before he passed away. It was a jewel polished with shining meaning.

He grew up in a third-rate military family and became a great general of Iphwangseong who spoke the world. He was a child who colored the Jeonggajang, where Baekseogun lived during his childhood, with even more value.

I didn’t want to believe Hao Wenzhou’s words. That was until the panicked Zheng Zhongshan opened his mouth.

-My father was distant. He was like that since birth.

It came out of the mouth of the head of the Jeong family. It was a more shocking first word than the words of many high-level players.

―Has Ban-ak really…? …? I have trained my eyes so well that your small head cannot fathom it, so if I see any signs of deceit in your demeanor, I will immediately execute the Bungeonchakgol. Ban-ak has avoided Seomye? How did that come to be?

―I, I am only telling the truth! In our county, all children born from killing their mothers are unclean children!

-Go on.

―There is a Taoist temple called Yeongmyogwan (靈妙館) in the village! The Taoist who acts as the owner of the place also said the same thing. He is a child who harms the energy of the land… … No one wanted to be friends with Yeonshin. His father made it so because he was a large landowner.

―Surely not, such a foolish… …?

For several days, I only gave water to my disciple, Jongnam Jeong Jungsan.

I heard a lot of stories and asked even more questions.

Yeongcheon Sword Ghost Baek Seo-gun was the second best swordsman in Simmu-ryeon.

As a powerful figure in the Sima Weidao clan, he is accustomed to shedding people’s blood.

The well-raised Jeong Joong-san was not equipped to withstand her interrogation. Day and night, she had to vomit out everything about her younger brother’s life.

A trembling voice was engraved in Baek Seo-gun’s ears.

Everything was beyond my imagination.

A sharp wave flashed colorlessly between her eyebrows. The divine sword tied to her waist belt twitched on its own.

This is because the mind and spirit are in harmony.

The state in which the secret art of the Yigi Sword was manifested as Samhwachwijeong. It was a state in which the art of the sword responded to one’s mood.

Baek Seo-gun’s lower lip trembled slightly.

“That guy’s stubbornness is so… … !”

Jeong Ban-ak was a son of a bitch. He gave good memories to Sibi Baekseo-gun and brought unfathomable shame to Geomjon Baekseo-gun.

My hands were shaking. It felt like it was only yesterday that I spent time with Seomye.

The sunset that cast long shadows of two people across the valley of Chiljunggyeop remained as a good memory.

‘But that child… … .’

I stood up alone.

―If I hadn’t made such a big choice, I would have walked around Shinya-hyeon while holding your hand. It’s okay, even though it’s regrettable. You’ve received a lot of the love I couldn’t give you. I can see that your complexion is very good.

I remembered what I had said to Seomye. What else had I said?

-I wonder how you raised him.

“… … .”

Her lips part slightly. A long exhalation escapes her, like a silent moan.

Shim Mu-ryeon’s swordsmanship became unshakable. It was a feeling that dug into his heart.

The years that I thought I had regained were now tainted. The island was not wiped clean by the hands of Jeong Ban-ak. Instead, it was stained.

“… It seems like you’re not completely reckless. The Jongnam faction is on the hunt. The surrounding area is very noisy.”

He spoke in a mumbling tone. He was deep in thought.

Jeong Joong-san, startled, knelt down and looked up at Baek Seo-gun, but she didn’t even look him in the eye.

How can I get rid of the shame and regret that is suffocating my heart?

“Jongnam said he was preparing for the attack of Paegeomjong. I will lend a helping hand.”

If I offer up a few heads of the masters of the swordsmanship sect, wouldn’t I be able to gain some favor with my small master?

I am willing to train with the Jongnam gangsters and confront the Paegeomjongju.

‘It’s just hard to go and meet them empty-handed.’

I experienced the nature of Seomye, who cared deeply for her subordinates. Although it may not seem like it, she was very affectionate, so she may have treated her nephew, who is in the Jongnam faction, with special care.

Even if I’m wrong, it’s okay. As is well known, Jeong Yeon-shin and Pae Geom-jong were defeated at Jongnam Mountain.

If it was the heads of the bastards who were the losers, I could at least greet them.

The sword master’s thoughts were free.

I heard that Seomyeo experienced Namgung Se-ga of Namjikrye.

Even before his official departure, the new mayor, Ma Gwang-ik, was already famous for several anecdotes.

When you reach the level of the leader of the thirteen thousand, you are exposed to even more secret information.

There was also a rumor that Baekgirin, born from the family’s killer, the Dark Sword, was like a subordinate of Magwangikju.

Swish.

Suddenly, Baek Seo-gun’s white hand swept the ashen hair behind his ear.

She thought.

I will be your dark sword.

* * *

The White Warrior Maung (馬熊) was a master of the Ihwangma family.

Jisoo Hu, in her twenties, wearing a white uniform.

It was very promising. It was just a strange case of Ma Gwang-ik’s island spirit Jeong Yeon-shin and Baek Myo Shin So-bin.

If he were to join the Shingeomdan in the future, many armed forces would reach out to him.

‘I don’t want to fall.’

Amid the conflict between the royal daughter-in-law of the family, Joo Yeon-jeong, and the new head of the household, Ma Jin, Maung joined Joo Yeon-jeong’s faction.

Even though he was Margin’s collateral cousin, it was a decision that came after much agony.

I have seen the martial arts skills of the elders of my family weaken significantly.

The pinnacle was the previous generation’s head of household.

A ruthless and evil person.

At the age of thirty, he ascended to the throne and shocked the world. The days of Mayanjeok were almost legendary.

It is said that he was able to take the place of the lord who rarely moved. It is said that he raised the flag of Iphwangseong to the world from a young age.

‘But.’

Even an absolute master of such a level could not avoid ruin.

That was the case with Maga’s martial arts. It was a martial art that trained himself early with loyalty to the Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom.

Practitioners of the Haphwa Shingong (合華神功) quickly flew up and then fell prematurely.

It was not much different from Sima Weidao’s martial arts.

Because of the family circumstances and customs, even the lord of the castle did not intervene. It was a family matter in which only blood relatives could speak out.

However, the family could not let go of the Haphwa Shingong. Their old Gajeonmu technique was a treasure that created their reputation as the best martial art in Iphwangseong.

Rather, I wanted to supplement my shortcomings by learning other uneducated principles. It was that valuable.

Among the prestigious families in the Bonseong area, the Iphwangma family produced the most masters.

Even the snobbish General Staff was constantly expecting power from Maga. It was the momentum of an eight-headed chariot.

“There is nothing unusual about the side.”

“Let’s switch shifts for a moment.”

A garden surrounding a small pavilion.

The five drones each moved their positions.

One man leapt onto the roof of the pavilion, while four others stood guard on all sides. Maung took up his post at the main gate.

Iphwangseong is a very vast place. There are many remote places like this.

The sound of insects chirping rang out clearly. A halo of light passed over the thick pine leaves.

The scent of winter was faintly permeated by the transparent glow of the sunset.

Autumn has left. I went up, holding on to a part of Maung’s heart.

‘Madam Zhu is right.’

The imperial martial artist, Joo Yeon-jeong, who possessed the Golden Immortal Eight Techniques, summoned Ma-ung separately and gave him an order.

The behavior of Majin, who became the head of the household in a hurry, is unusual, so closely examine the status of Ma Yeon-jeok, the head of the household.

Maung was, so to speak, a third-generation member of the ruling party. He served her on his own.

It was to fully introduce the Golden Eight Laws. I thought it was for the good of the family.

Before coming here, I had already left my mark several times.

Joo Yeon-jeong’s men would have been chasing after her.

The new recruits of the previous head of the household, Mayeonjeok, were a very important matter in themselves. They were objects of extreme protection.

The new head of the household, Margin, was not in a position to move around alone. Even if it was top secret, it was the same. The consent of the Maga Senate was needed.

It’s just a matter of time.

The political blow to Margin would be enormous. Joo Yeon-jeong, who had built up a lot of connections through the Golden Eight Laws, would have done so.

The noble lady of the royal family never missed her purpose.

The Myeongsuks in her faction in Iphwangma would also think that it was inevitable.

‘Please forgive me, Gaju. The family line must change.’

It was when Maung was apologizing in his heart.

A sudden gust of wind blew past and swept away the skin on my face.

Pfft!

My vision was blurred. It was as if the fearsome aura of the blue master was descending before my eyes like an illusion.

A woman with unusually long, dark black hair hanging down her back opened her lips. She was also wearing a blue robe.

“Cheongmyeong, why did you come out without asking permission?”

It was Baek Mi-ryeo, the swordsman of Il-ryeon. With her sword-like personality, martial arts skills, and beauty, there was no one who did not know her true nature.

“Don’t be upset and listen. The Lord has given you permission to report after the first attack. Only to me. Anyway… … This guy is cheap. That’s how it looks to me.”

The face of a handsome man wearing a blue hood moves upwards. Has he developed a nerve?

no.

Maung realized too late that he was looking like that because he was falling.

‘Magwangik… the famous demon sword… …!’

I barely turned my head. Maung’s eyes widened as if they were going to tear.

When did it manifest?

The hem of the pitch-black robe was fluttering long.

Hwaaaaak―!

Before I knew it, a dozen or so blue-clad warriors had descended on either side, forming a wall around me.

They were the familiar Ma Gwang-ik drones. At that moment, the energy wave that had started to flow from their bodies swept through the bushes like a tidal wave.

The powerful wall of elite warriors is the symbol of the Black Master. It is a power more powerful than any other martial arts, and to the common people, it is a power close to mystery.

The power to crush all schemes at once.

The great lord has arrived.

Damn it.

Magwangikju Seomyega crossed the threshold of the pavilion with a calm gait.

No one could stop it.