Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 227

Kwangyeokyeol (7)

“Does the Lord sense the will of the spirit?”

Wi Ye-ryeong was shocked.

She had a questioning look on her face as she watched Jeong Yeon-shin stroking the back of a white swallow in the large dance hall under the roof.

The pitch-black hem and even darker hair contrasted with the white feathers.

The new Magwangikju uses a spiritual being that symbolizes the great lords. The temperament reflected in his eyes was harmonious and strange.

Even the rare smile was mysterious. That was the case for Wi Ye-ryeong.

“There is no feeling of our clan at all, but surely, the lord… … .”

A flash of color flashed across the blue walls. Suspicion and speculation flashed like lightning and disappeared.

‘We should give our tree treasure to the Han people? Public opinion of the clan would not allow it.’

It was something that would become a more important agenda than anything else. It was unacceptable. It was not acceptable even for someone with the status of a direct disciple of the lord, which was common in the imperial family.

Unless something unavoidable happens, or unless Magwangikju becomes a member of a clan… … .

It was when Wi Ye-ryeong slightly shook her head.

Kang Chang-moo, standing on one side of the roof, opened his mouth nonchalantly.

“Communicating with spirits is something that even the White Clan can do. Our Grand Master’s rank is much higher. Anything is possible. It’s not enough to say that the Black Masters are hiding one or two tricks. The Grand Masters of their original nature are mysterious. Just the internal energy of our previous Grand Masters… … .”

Kang Chang-mu was from Cheonrimdae, and his master was the Heavenly Power and Power God, Ha Hou Wei-jin.

“If we only consider the amount of energy, it is right to say that it is worth discussing the purple color. If it is black, it is bound to have several of those functions. How much more so for our great lord, who has ascended to the rank of great lord at the youngest age.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Is the blue color that is most notable in Magwangik right now a show of force? I thought that among the thirteen thousand, only the Dark Night Palace was the one that talked about the superiority of the clan.”

Kang Chang-moo said in a thick, teasing voice.

It was not wrong to say that Ma Gwang-ik’s attention was currently focused on Wi Ye-ryeong. Archery is rare. It is even more so if it is a famous clan master.

Magwanggyeol was a close-range martial art. There were no masters who could handle medium to long range.

It was like that before Wi Ye-ryeong came in. Sa-wol-gung-gwi was a warrior who pierced the four-day sword technique of the Jeomchang-pa with a single arrow.

As a noble clan member, he is a blue-collared master who takes charge of the front, back, left, and right of the military force.

Among the mid-level new recruits, Ma Gwang-ik was the one receiving the most attention from everyone.

“Those bastards are like a pile of ashes.”

Wi Ye-ryeong’s eyebrows furrowed. It was a rare instance of her frowning.

“The Lord of the Heavenly Forest is also a noble clan, but don’t you know our clan’s taboo? Don’t ever speak of it so carelessly again. Don’t even compare it to anything.”

“Be careful.”

Kang Chang-moo shrugged his broad shoulders and looked down.

The great master, who had taken the letter from under the feet of the white swallow and white lotus and read it, was leaving the great lotus field.

* * *

“f*ck! Damn!”

A force of fifty masters ran across the barren land. The dry ground did not even raise dust even after being trampled by the footsteps of the light-hearted gallopers.

The two men in the lead wore black long robes with a yellow visor.

The appearance of the large man and the sleek woman were in contrast, and the pressure they exerted on those around them was equal.

Xiahou Weijin, who had been cursing, crumpled the letter in his hand. Despite his angry expression, his footsteps were like a light breeze.

Thanks to the advice of an outstanding junior, I was able to improve my mental health.

“It is well known that he uses strange magic and martial arts, and it is very powerful. It is said that the excommunicated Mosanpa Taoist priests surrendered before they could settle in Xinjiang. They may have helped capture Suncheonik. What a piece of shit!”

He spoke as if he was chewing on his words.

Cheon So-so’s long hair flowed as she ran beside him.

The black hair of the master of the Ming clan still showed a distinct color even when facing the backlash of light air. It was like Xiahou Weijin.

“They say that the age of the head of the Myunggyo sect is not much different from that of Magwangikju. In some ways, the fact that he is the grand master of the Soolbeopmu Gong is also similar.”

She spoke quietly, her aerodynamic voice ringing clear through the storm.

“If the conditions and luck are right, it wouldn’t be strange if I could lead my men and defeat a military unit.”

He finished speaking quietly. Ha Hou Wei Jin shook his head.

“Do you think Ha Do-woon was hurt?”

“It’s been too long since we lost contact with the Suncheonik. Even if something happened, we have to accept it.”

“… … He might have prepared a trap. He might have used some vile sorcery.”

The black masters were the ones who discussed the world.

I left immediately after the meeting of the Wonpyeongil Provincial Office was over. I had not yet seen the annotated copy of the long-awaited Baebak Chongram.

The mission objective was the head of the Sima Wei faction’s leader. The destruction method of the Zhengpa Wu Maek was not needed immediately. The Grand General sent them out without mercy.

Xiahou Weijin grinned as he recalled the sharp beard of Grand General Lin Jinming.

“That rotten guy. He’s young and has no manners.”

“If we consider distribution, our nature will be ruined.”

Cheon So-so continued speaking absentmindedly.

“And, I heard you were acting strangely grumpy towards the new recruit.”

“Newbie? Are you talking about the island?”

It was a name that just came out.

If there is a newcomer that the big bosses can discuss, it is only the new Ma Gwang-ik-ju who is considered the next big boss among the top experts of Wonpyeongilgeomjang.

The corners of Xiahou Weijin’s mouth went up significantly.

“I wasn’t being mean, I was pointing out the facts. Pa, Heum, didn’t you take the General Manager hostage? He had the qualities and position to match his conduct, but it was necessary to criticize his arrogance at least once. Aren’t facts facts?”

“There is a connection between Ma Gwang-ik’s Cheongmyeong and Yeon.”

She pursed her lips slightly.

“I heard the story. Ma Gwang-ik didn’t know. He said he couldn’t have imagined that we would need a comment. He must have given it to us with good intentions, but he must have been upset because we treated him poorly.”

“What?”

“At that age, you’re so incompetent. Isn’t it because you’re only familiar with your own qualities?”

The tone was low and flat. The calm words brought back Xiahou Weijin’s memories.

―I didn’t think about it. Isn’t this basic knowledge? There’s not much room for annotations. Anyway, when it comes to actual combat, if you just do what you think is good enough… … .

That means it was a true story. It was hard to believe, but it was persuasive.

Cheon So-so opened her lips again.

“Basic groundwork… … That was true for the newbie. You misunderstood that, and told the newbie… … .”

Euaaa …

Before she could finish her words, a long roar rang out across the pavement, a sound almost like the roar of a lion.

A voice mixed with aerodynamics tore through the air with shame. The shockwave that burst from Cheonrimdaeju’s mouth affected the back of the line.

The sleeping bags tied to the backs of the Cheonrimdae White Warriors were constantly being pushed away. It felt like they were being kicked.

Cheonlimdae and Seonmokryeong.

On the way to meet the worst Thirteen Heavenly Kings who have settled in Xinjiang.

The two major lords had their own missions, which they had to complete.

* * *

While Ma Gwang-ik was absorbed in his Gwangye-gyeol training, Iphwangseong’s inner castle was busy preparing for a big event.

Stone structures were built here and there. A stage was built in the central smokehouse of the castle.

Promotion ceremony.

It has the greatest meaning in nature.

It is a place to check the vessels of the great lords, an examination board to objectively evaluate the true power of the characters, and an event to reward those who have worked hard to achieve.

With the utmost honor in the Imperial City.

The commotion spread all the way to the Magwangik Hall. It was understandable. Taeyeonryong of the Hwangbo family had been a famous late-stage indexist since long ago.

He won the Yongbong Branch several times and was called the strongest new player in Jinan.

Today, there was a rumor going around that he was wearing a white robe and aiming for the blue uniform.

Compared to his status as a military officer, he was of an absurdly low status.

As a member of the Hwanikdae led by Ma Gwang-ik-ju at the time, he achieved achievements that surpassed those of most blue-skinned men.

He killed several masters of the Sipjeonmun and Sunmaryeon, and acted as the action leader of the Hwanikdae.

He went to the Han-Jung Martial Arts Alliance and was able to handle the force of the Shim Mu-Ryeon Sword Master. No one died until Ma Gwang-Ik-Ju came to meet Yeongcheon Sword Master. His achievements were sufficient.

People had no choice but to flock there.

“I bet you’ll figure it out yourself.”

“You can’t act like a senior anymore?”

“We’re unknown. We’re young.”

The Ma Gwang-ik disciples reacted indifferently. The nameless disciples reacted even more so.

Seeing them chewing poppies and secretly drinking alcohol was a natural progression. Their interest was focused on the martial arts that Daeju had created.

They would gather at the Daeyeonmujang frequently to practice Gwangyegyeol. It was to the point where they could be called a state of selflessness.

Completely lost. Not only the white and blue masters, but even the young, nameless disciples.

“You said that the Lord went to be a notary?”

“Right. I have a lot to ask you.”

“I wonder if Brother Hwangdalbyeon can change his uniform.”

“Well. It’s so ambiguous. It’s scary to hold a knife though… … .”

“You couldn’t lift the ban. It won’t work.”

“I hope it goes well.”

The story was a mix of jokes and sincerity. It was also a conversation that demonstrated the true nature of the great warrior, Iphwangdaehyeop Heonwonchang.

Because of the great presence of Taeyeonryong, no one paid attention to him. Even though he was the first to learn the season created by the new lord.

“Our lord, you taught us so kindly, didn’t you?”

“That’s right. He even told me what internal energy was. I thought he was in the village office.”

“Our qualities are also quite outstanding… … .”

“The Lord was like Buddha. I didn’t know he had that side to him.”

“Are there really that many people who know about Magwangikju?”

“Of course. We’re a family that eats rice together… … Who are you?”

The nameless disciple, Ma Gwang-ik, looked back. He had just absentmindedly responded to a woman’s voice that he had heard out of nowhere.

Sabak.

A woman with her eyes covered with white silk.

The balance of her straight back was elegant. The sunlight streamed through her jet-black hair that fell below her shoulders.

The black hair contrasted with the pure white palace. With its unusually dark color, it drew one’s gaze, and as it did, Ye So-jeo of the Murim Alliance walked in gently.

“The commander-in-chief of the Korean-Chinese martial arts alliance.”

She licked her lips.

“I respectfully greet the family of Magwangikju.”

He looked around and raised his lips. The atmosphere became more serious immediately after he spoke to the nameless disciple.

The Magwangik masters were keeping an eye on Ye So-joo even before she set foot on the Daeyeonmujang.

Kang Chang-moo opened his mouth first.

“… … The General of the League of Nations? What is your business?”

“I came here to see the Lord. I sent several messages, but… I haven’t received a reply.”

“This is a place where outsiders cannot enter. You’d better go back quickly.”

“I think it would be better to tell that to the lord here?”

She replied with a smooth smile.

The noise of the training ground gradually died down. It was accompanied by the sound of the wind gently carrying the dust.

Damn it.

Cheongmyeong, who had been sitting diagonally on one side of the wall, got down on the ground. The sword tied around his waist flashed with an invisible sword energy.

The sunlight seemed to bend at that point. At the same time, several swordsmen of Ma Gwang-ik created a ripple of energy.

Hwaaaaak!

But before them, a blue hem crossed the air. Baek Mi-ryeo, with long, flowing black hair, landed in front of Ye So-jeo.

These are the people that Jeongyeon Shin confides in. It was a time when she heard many stories.

“Starting with that blindfold.”

Baek Mi-ryeo, who was holding a series of swords, slightly raised her chin.

“Take it off now.”

* * *

The newly appointed Ma Gwang-ik stood on one side of the stage in the central martial arts arena.

The crowd was huge. It was a rare event in our free lives.

The number of people surrounding the huge stage and making a fuss reached into the hundreds. Just standing in the middle of them was enough to make you dizzy.

Jeongyeon Shin was different. She didn’t feel even a hint of fatigue.

Even after returning and going through many hardships, strong strength flowed through my entire body.

It was thanks to the great vitality that the Neungbeop Gwangryungi gave to his body, which had been polished with Jeonggadonggong. If we were to discuss endurance among the best players, he would be one of the first to be counted on one hand.

“next.”

He said.

After the White Warriors’ secret dance had ended, the two men glanced at Magwangikju and descended from the stage.

Then other drones came up in pairs. They too had unusual appearances.

A man and a woman were a pair, and they radiated a strong aura. They were comparable to the Jeongyeonsin when they were first introduced to the White Order.

It was a ceremony to promote the Emperor’s rank.

Black had to watch the match. It was to prevent any mishaps. It was the last mission before leaving for Shaanxi, and was chosen because Jeongyeonshin’s senses were sensitive.

It was said that the intention was to let the new governor experience the black job. It was the Grand Master’s story.

It was also decided at the first general meeting of the Jeongyeonsin clan. The personnel distribution had already been completed.

“Get started.”

There was no expression on the face of Jeong Yeon-shin, who was leading the ceremony.

Magwangikju Island.

He was wearing a black robe neatly tied around his waist and a white sword on his back, but his dry lips revealed an uneasy expression.

This was something that had never happened before. No one around approached the stage where Jeongyeonshin was sitting.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t care. There was no need to, and it wasn’t the right situation.

‘Hey, Hye-ah.’

I heard news about Jongnampa.

―The Seulun Sword Sect and the Chuiho Sect were destroyed. They were the sects of Jongnam and were located in Seoan. It is said that the Jongnam headquarters is in even worse shape. The area below the mountain where the Taoist monks were based was completely burned down, and it is reported that it is difficult to estimate the number of survivors of the Jongnam Sect.

―There was also a phrase that the Sword Dragon Wiji Myohwa escaped with the Sword Master’s disciple. There is no information after that, but that is good news. The moment the Sword Master captures the Sword Dragon, it will be the same as cutting off the lineage of the Jongnam clan, so there is no way it wouldn’t be announced to the world. We should assume that he is safe.

As I was repeating the Grand Master’s words to myself, the fight began.

Dojin, the Whifeng Sword, and Xiahou Shanshan, the Fist-Cutting Demon.

A man with a strong waist and a woman wearing a dark robe faced each other. They were warriors from the Han Chinese Yulling Corps and the Ming Chinese Extermination Corps.

Those who were known as enemies were involved. It was an intentional match-up. The General Headquarters would sometimes test the combat skills of its soldiers in this way.

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this.”

Dojin’s sharp eyes turned to Hahusansan’s small fist.

“That’s good. Let’s settle our debt with this.”

She said, raising the corners of her mouth. Then she banged her fists together.

Kwon Lin Ma Hahou San San was the golden jade leaf of the Ihwang Hahou family and the nephew of the Heavenly Forest Lord Hahou Wei Jin.

He had once harshly criticized the hawks that had been brought into Dojin’s household.

The personalities of the people who entered the Imperial City were all different. Countless individuals with unique personalities gathered under the banner of stabilizing the people’s livelihood. It was not a breakwater without conflict.

Dojin’s lips trembled.

“It’s a favor. The shame your family has brought upon us… … .”

“You have to say it straight. You sent me flirtations even though you said you weren’t interested. It’s just so annoying. It’s like the current of the Yangtze River.”

Hahu Shanshan frowned and answered.

“Get started.”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who had been standing far away, blurted out.

It was when Dojin flinched. Hahusansan quickly took the jockeying stance as if he had been ordered to do so by his lord.

The palm covered with black sweat emitted an incredible force for an instant.

bang!

The colorless wave exploded. It was a blow accompanied by a whirlwind that swept in all directions.

Dojin’s body flew through the air. It was accompanied by flying dust. It felt as if his sternum had been bent inward.

My breathing was blocked. The self-defense energy in my entire body was temporarily lost due to one long technique.

Hahushanshan waged a short war. The power of the attack was enormous.

The idea of not thinking about the future was evident. It was a fighting method that became popular in Bonseong after the activities of Seomye.

Dojin kept a stern expression. It was something he had expected.

He had once seen through the character of a woman he had deeply loved. With the help of his long-time, woven swordsmanship.

Everyone knows the strengths of the Yullyeongdae warriors. They are people who are lacking in judgment. Kang-ho was not generous with human lives.

‘It’s a showdown between two swords… …!’

Ignoring my uncontrollable breathing, I raised my spirits.

The internal energy that went up through the palm was woven into a specific aerodynamic structure. The destruction method of the vision of the Yulyeongdae was incorporated into the form of a flag.

Kuung!

Hahu Shanshan’s eyebrows rose as he rushed in close with the intention of launching a series of attacks.

The view became incredibly bright. Sounds of sleep came from all directions. The swords that Dojin swung down with both hands gathered sunlight along with the invisible energy.

“A shining sword, a single stitch!”

A scream-like exclamation erupted from the stands.

Dojin’s family was a prestigious swordsman. They were famous for their fierce swordsmanship. The swordsmanship that was exquisitely executed while targeting Xiahou Shanshan’s forward swordsmanship was also like that.

It was a suitable launching point, enough to make him look like a sword ghost for a moment.

There are days when the skills of a warrior surpass the power of others, and today, such luck came. It was something Dojin did not intend.

‘I should have thrown it out faster! With such a short interval… …!’

Kwaaaaak!

The history of the Bungmaek Kwonbeop (崩陌拳法) that Kwon Rin-ma Ha-hu-san had developed was torn to shreds. It spread out like colorless waves from her body.

It was a single sword that cut through the texture of the true energy. It fell down with a strong wind.

We couldn’t move each other.

It was a common occurrence. The unarmed were those who used swords and internal energy. It was not uncommon for accidents to occur during the unarmed period. The resulting deaths were also common.

Hahushanshan lowered his waist and remained motionless in the position he had been in. It was a brief moment.

The sword strikes are felt all over my body, and I feel like I have cramps all over my body. Even if I can’t do it, it’s a serious injury. I might die.

The moment the dark, milky light grew as if it was going to cut through my collarbone.

Swish.

A ray of light passed through the hair of the two men. It was something they would never have recognized if their minds had not been sharpened like swords.

Dojin’s sword suddenly stopped. It was because it was caught between two fingers. Before he knew it, the Magwangikju was digging in from the side and stretching out his arm.

A long, pitch-black sleeve hung down beneath the hand raised calmly.

“Kwon Rin-ma lost, and Whi-pung-geom won.”

A pure white ray of light flowed like a mist from the hand that blocked the sword. It was a light wave of madness that had not yet been revealed to the world.

He transformed his hands into beautiful ones, like carved diamonds, without a single drop of blood flowing in the stream of light.

It meant that it was a very sophisticated creation. It was on a whole other level.

– Come down quickly. It’s crowded.

The sound of the magic wand flowed into the ears of the two people. The whispered words rang out like thunder.