Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 235

Sword (8)

It was a low murmur. It almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

It wasn’t like that for the super expert. He had a sense of touch that was hard for the criminal to imagine.

The same goes for the new Magwangikju. If he was the black junior of the new blood demon, he would have been able to hear it.

Indeed, that was the case.

“I’m sorry, Senior Jin.”

The calm voice was filled with energy and hummed. Jin Myeong-jo’s pale face became even whiter.

It seemed as if a junior from far away was speaking in my ear. The voice was clear.

If you go a little further from there, you will reach the rare Yukhapjeonseong (六合傳聲). It is a realm where the sound amplified by air power resonates in all directions.

Even with a pure and pure spirit, it is impossible to even think of doing it. It was proof of how deep my study was. Aside from the amount of accumulated spirit, the attainment of the mind method was enormous.

Jin Myeong-jo’s lips twitched.

‘Ugh… … .’

It was because the internal energy waves were radiating from the voice. It was filled with magical energy.

The newly appointed Magwangikju turned his back on the dim dawn light. With his windbreaker roughly draped over him, invisible waves rippled with every step he took.

It was a true energy that only Jin Myeong-jo could grasp.

‘Damn.’

Phew―

I took a sharp breath. I had to protect my body with my mind. The rejection that the energy wave gave me was tremendous.

As his breath passed through his respiratory tract a few times, a new black figure appeared in front of him. It was the Magwangikju, with long clothes fluttering behind his back.

His footsteps were natural. His body movements resembled those of a nobleman, and his mind and body were improving. His studies seemed to have deepened compared to when he was traveling from his hometown.

‘What a monster.’

Jin Myeong-jo thought with strength in his eyes. He had been drawing a straight line with his eyes right before he met the new Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

With the expression he created, he evoked the prayer of a mysterious yet strong senior. It was a temperament befitting the noble aerodynamics he possessed.

He tilted his head back, like a nobleman would treat a nobleman.

“The sword master is staying in the palace.”

He said. He brought up the subject before his junior’s steps got closer. It was an exquisite move in its own way.

Junior, Seomye’s eyes narrowed. Jinmyeongjo was inwardly startled, but soon figured out that Junior’s attention was focused on Paegeomjongju.

The brief moment of relief was great. I felt relieved inwardly.

At that moment, Ma Gwang-ik opened his mouth.

“Imjobu. It’s the westernmost part of Seomseo.”

“This is where the head office of the Paegeomjong sect is located. I heard that it has closed down. I haven’t seen him walk out from under the signboard, so I guess it’s true based on the sect’s calculations. It’s true that he’s crazy about swords.”

Jin Myeong-jo spoke in a flat tone.

Jeongyeon Shin nodded.

“It’s hard to come and go. You’re also in charge of the most dangerous job… … .”

It was a task to directly inspect the Thirteen Heavenly Pillars. It would have been difficult to even approach them unless they were blood-stained jewels that had been refined to the extreme. It was the most dangerous of all the scouting missions.

The art of hiding one’s power in the realm of the peerless masters who discuss purple is completely different from the method of hiding one’s energy in front of the inferiors.

It was a difficult mission for Jeong Yeon-sin, who had not yet achieved Samhwachwijeong.

“You’re talking out of your mind.”

Senior Shin Hyeol-geuk-ma Jin slightly raised the corners of his lips. It was a rather cold smile.

“You must consider it separately from the excellence of your skills. Where is the difference in importance between the duties of the Great Lord? The work of the Magwangikju and the work of the Blood-Blooding Great Lord are equal. Your worries are a disgrace to me. Know this.”

“… … .”

Jeongyeonshin raised her eyebrows.

Even the sight of my senior lowering his chin for a moment was considered a meaningful nod.

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes widened slightly. Among the masters of Wonpyeongilgeomjang, there was no senior like him. A deep impression came over him.

It is a speech and action that encourages juniors while faithfully carrying out one’s duties. The noble bearing is very cool.

I opened my lips, thinking that I should follow suit.

“There was no major movement on my side either. I attacked a local Sapa stronghold, but there was no immediate retaliation. It was different from the Black Island gangsters. They said they would settle the matter in three days… … They were very cautious.”

Jeong Yeon-shin concluded her speech calmly.

It was a place to resolve the situation on both sides. The spirits that were given as gifts from the royal family were busy going back and forth between the blood vessel, the magician, and the main castle of the Ip Hwang Seong.

It was better for the great masters with excellent nerves to make contact in person.

“Careful? Of course, if your eyes are open.”

“yes?”

“no.”

It was still difficult to read the inner thoughts of Senior Jin, the Blood of the King. Could it be that his blood was made of iron?

‘Sometimes you say things that I don’t understand.’

I quickly gave up on the thought.

“The Simawei-do breakwaters in Xi’an were as reported by the original city. Sungyeojimun, Sobaekmun, Chamjeolgak, Daeryungwijinpa, Geommamun, Jongcheondomun, Hwiwolga… … .”

Jeong Yeon-sin shared the current situation of Jin Myeong-jo and Shaanxi. It was a conversation that only touched on the essentials. It was a slow-moving country.

There weren’t many sources. The lightness of the super-experts was the fastest means of exchanging information after spirits.

This mission.

Jeong Yeon-shin ran ten days from Ho-gwang-seong and stabbed the core in one go.

I have come to know that Sungyeojimun is a sect under Yeo-ryeong. The 13,000 Yeo-ryeongs are famous among the Sado Daebangpas for their intelligence and intelligence.

If you want to know where Jeong-hye is, starting here would be the closest thing to finding out.

By his own authority, he changed the priority of his duties.

The mission that was originally given was postponed. Permission was obtained from the Grand General. It was not an uncommon thing to do. The discretion of the Seventeen Lords of the Shingeomdan was greater than expected.

If the Great Lord thought it was his nature’s work, then after a short deliberation, his nature would take up a new mission. That was the position of the Black Master.

The same was true for the new governor, Ma Gwang-ik.

1. Kill Sima Wei, who was disturbing the lives of the people of Xi’an.

2. Kill the female leader who pretends to be the head of the Baekyangmun (白陽門) sect.

3. Mass murder is permitted. Regardless of status.

It was a letter from Ma Gwang-ik. The first sentence was about Jeong Hye’s safety. Jeong Yeon-shin thought. If I cut the neck, something will come out.

The new leader, Ma Gwang-ik, was filled with life energy.

The Seventeen Great Leaders of the Shingumdan are a group of high-level experts whose thoughts directly lead to their temperament. The energy contained in their entire body was so powerful that it put pressure on those around them.

Ouch.

Jin Myeong-jo’s feet, which were stepping on thin ice, twisted slightly. Only the water current nearby was transparent, and his balance was not disturbed.

Is this why the method of reverence is so strict? Jeong Yeon-shin was inwardly impressed. He always practices the reverence technique.

‘As orphaned as the Fourth Moon.’

I thought of Wi Ye-ryeong, who came from Seonmokryeong to Magwangik. He was a blue archery master.

As expected of a noble family, she had given a lot of inspiration to Jeong Yeon-shin with her profound demeanor. She was probably waiting with the other seniors of Ma Gwang-ik right now.

“I think I can handle it alone.”

Suddenly, Jin Myeong-jo said.

When Jeong Yeon-shin’s expression became suspicious, he added a word.

“Xian Martial Arts World.”

“ah.”

“This is a great powerhouse. The scale is different. If you accomplish this task, you will definitely enter the class that discusses the world. Your fame will spread throughout the entire central plains and northern part of the country, and you will only be given missions that fit your name. Keep this in mind and stay strong.”

“……yes.”

“I’ll send word as soon as the Sword Master moves. Don’t get killed by those damn bastards.”

“I wish you good luck, Senior Jin.”

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin was about to win the lottery.

The new blood demon Jin Myeong-jo shook his head slightly.

thud!

He kicked the ice beneath his feet in front of his junior. It was a leap filled with incredible aerodynamic power. It seemed as if he used the explosion of his true energy as a stepping stone.

The blood-red dragon with its black hem fluttering in the wind rose vertically high. It was a blood-red dragon reminiscent of a bat.

Sunlight scattered in slivers over the water splashing around.

‘This damn thing is burning my skin. I can’t stand it. Let’s run away.’

Jin Myeong-jo thought.

“I wish you good luck.”

He waved his sleeves in a flashy manner with an indifferent expression. There was a rustling sound.

The direction of the Jin Qi changes in the air due to the recoil. Jin Myeong-jo, who turned his back, quickly moved away with an elegant movement like flapping wings.

Hwaaaaak!

It was a miracle that was close to the level of a supernatural being. It seemed to be a masterful skill that the great lords of Ip Hwang Seong possessed. It was extremely mysterious. It almost seemed like some kind of supernatural ability.

‘There’s something like that too.’

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes lit up.

I got a huge inspiration at that moment. Senior Jin was truly different. From his conduct to his skills, there was nothing he could not emulate.

It was the same today. I now know what kind of method I should pursue. I have a complete grasp of it.

It was a great achievement.

‘Now, if only there was one more opportunity, I could… … .’

It can be strengthened.

* * *

The story of Hyeopgeom Galdojin and Seoansohyeop Soyurang spread widely. They were defeated miserably by the leader of the foreigners.

There were too many witnesses. None of those in the guest house were harmed.

Rumors of Sungyeoji’s humiliation spread like wildfire.

Xi’an, Shaanxi Province.

It was a large city that had recently become stiff. Its area was incredibly large. This meant that there were many places to hide and discuss rumors.

It wasn’t just one or two places. Those who had gathered to avoid the eyes of the Sapa gang whispered with interest.

“The Demon Slayer Soyourang has been defeated in one stroke!”

“They say Galdojin couldn’t even properly draw his sword?”

“That’s an exaggeration. It’s called a wicked sword. They say the sword was put back in.”

“They said it was the work of two people, and now they say there are two more. They seem to be quite a group of noble ronin. They must have wandered here while looking for something to eat.”

“They say you have the skills to make a living and still have some leftover… … .”

“Of course, that’s obvious.”

“There aren’t many of them, but they’re giving us something to play with. It looks like we’ll be able to last quite a while.”

It was a room in a mansion. It was a very spacious place.

The monk Sungyeojimunju Wi Ilhwa was sitting on the bronze Taesa throne and listening to the voices.

She giggled and crossed her legs.

The cool sunlight poured down on all sides. The floating dust particles were clear. The air was heavy enough to be visible to the eyes.

For those who tremble in the presence of Wei Il-hwa, it must have been so.

“Isn’t it on par with the Sungyeojimunju…?”

“No way… You don’t know much about the Cold Demon Sword… Maybe I can at least embarrass you… … .”

The sunlight that fell through the window illuminated the mouths of a dozen people. It touched them with a texture that seemed to be supporting them.

The commoners and the ronin. They were constantly repeating the words they had uttered just before they were captured. They were kneeling before the head of the Sungyeojimunju, their faces filled with extreme fear.

The corners of Wei Il-hwa’s mouth went up.

“Keep going, keep going.”

I admired the faces and voices of those who were captured and dragged away. Her mind, which had been trained as a boatman, was sweetly preserved.

It was hard to compare it to poppies. It was like something sweet like an iceberg was melting in my head.

It was her eccentricity. She would kill people by talking them out of it. Sima Wei was also one of the more respectable among the clansmen.

Even the Sobaekmunju Jang Il-gi slowly cut off the heads of ten common people in front of the Paegeomjong’s Gwibaeksin Sword.

‘Compared to that guy.’

Wi Il-hwa opened her lips.

“The reputation of the Sungyeojimun has been greatly damaged.”

“… … .”

In an instant, silence spread. The disciples standing beyond the candles held their breath.

The work of a man called ‘the leader’.

Respect for Sima Weidao comes from fear of his conduct and his military power, and all of that was thrown into the cesspool.

Even though it was common for fights to break out of nowhere in the world of martial arts, this was a major incident. If it could not be hushed up, it would be difficult for him to act as a new powerful family.

It would be better to join forces. In the Sapa Gangho, the power of popularity was no different from force.

“Send this letter to that leader after three days… … Tell the Sobaekmunju Jang Il-gi, that traitor from Jongnam, separately. I am telling you that the lord of this clan will keep in mind the summons of the best horse in the Seomseo clan, so you might have to put a pipe in the Paegeomjong Gui Baeksingeom. And tell everyone to hide from the head.”

She responded in a thoroughly extramarital manner. She devised a scheme. To dismantle each and every powerful foreigner who entered Xi’an and use them as fertilizer for the sect.

“A swordsman who can win with just one sword is not the only one who is strong. If there is someone who can mobilize a thousand swords, he is also a peerless master. Just like this master.”

Wi Il-hwa left several orders for his subordinates.

And he hid himself here.

Every powerful person has his own hideout. The Sungyeoji clan also had a distant home for generations. It was a harmoniously built palace in the mountains.

I avoided it for a while. I didn’t have confidence that I could survive if an unidentified master barged in.

There was no need to go out of your way to do this. Sapa had its own laws. It was enough to crush and kill him in the manner of Sima Weidao.

Swish.

Her fingertips gently scratched the armrest.

How many ronin like Geomseong are there in the world? He was bound to die before he could become a peerless master. That was usually the case.

“It’s not like it happened once or twice.”

The smiling soliloquy was swallowed up by the cries of the mountain bird.

* * *

Three days later.

Jegal Hyun, who came in disguised as a merchant, felt clearly. The moment he set foot on the land of Xi’an, he felt that the city was moving.

It’s not normal.

The merchants folded up their stalls. The vendors who had been noisily soliciting customers on the streets also hid.

He went into a store or an inn and showed no sign of coming out.

There were two posters on one side of the alley.

[The group of ronin occupying Gwaun (菓雲) will be judged by our brothers at the foot of the Great Moon Valley at noon on the day of Little Snow. Our fellow believers who follow chivalry have gathered their minds. If you know shame, it would be better to retreat first. We have decided to punish and drive out the lawless foreigners, so the stern swordsmanship of the West is aimed at you.

-Sungyeojimunju, Chanmageom Wiilhwa]

[This is so annoying.

-Gwangyechae (曠藝主) Acting Leader, Jinhyeong]

Below, fallen pine needles from nearby pine trees are scattered here and there.

It looked dull and withered, already yellow. A low, cool wind was blowing.

The bustling city became quiet. It seemed as if it was united in fear.

“What the… … .”

The handsome man with a literary style opened the sleeves of his clothes.

It was the dragon, Jegal Hyeon.

“When Jongnampa was there, everything was lively.”

“Your Majesty, this is a name that should not be spoken lightly. Seoan is now a place called by derogatory terms such as a den of demons… … .”

The man walking beside Seonryong spoke. He was also wearing a yellow cotton coat and had his hands in his sleeves like a merchant.

As a warrior of the Hyeoncheon-dae, Zhuge Liang was skilled at hiding his energy.

The Grand Duke, who had trained the Sega Eye Technique, personally appeared. He had made the eye bone structure more slender through the art of the Shukgolgong (縮骨功).

There were many mysterious martial arts achievements like this in the lineage of Zhuge Liang’s descendants.

“I heard that all sorts of shamans are moving around. Let’s catch one of the ronin who is presumed to be a master.”

“Thanks to this, there are more openings for the secret service to infiltrate. It’s easier to get information. It’s like a typhoon surrounding a single guest house.”

They walked quickly, lowering their voices to near-audible tones.

“What’s the name of that place?”

“It was called ‘Gwaun Gaekjan (Sweet Cloud Guest House)’.”

The Hanjung Martial Arts Alliance, like the Jongnam faction, is based in Xi’an. When they heard the news, they had no choice but to go out and investigate.

I had also heard rumors about a group of ronin who had caused great shame to the Sungyeojimun.

“It would be better to wait and see. In order to figure out what happens in the future, we need to know how much force there is.”

“We’re almost there. I told you not even a single ant is coming near us now.”

That was when.

“I’ll give you twice as much.”

“I’m sorry. I deserve to die… … .”

“No, I’m just telling you to sell it. I’ll give you silver.”

“I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry… … .”

It was in the middle of a deserted street. Even though it was winter, a merchant wearing shabby yellow ginseng was arguing with someone.

In front of a stall with dried grains spread out. Could it be that he couldn’t close the store because of his livelihood?

It seemed as if he didn’t want to do business with a man who was limping like a punk, and to anyone who saw him, he seemed afraid of the Sapha warriors.

Jegal Hyun’s eyebrows were distorted strangely.

“Why that guy?”

“The author is Tae-yeom… … .”

The dragon’s subordinates shut their mouths and stared ahead.

Hwangbo Se-ga was crouching down in front of Tae-yeon-ryong’s seat. Anyone could tell that he was a blackmailer.

The way he munched on poppies as if his mouth was empty of anything was also like that.

“Did you get a fortune teller? Don’t sell us food? Who the hell are you? Those bastards called Sungyeojimun? I didn’t know that the Xi’an territoriality would be this bad. The morality of the martial world has fallen to the ground.”

“Great Hero, even if you do this to me… …!”

“There’s a kid in my family who’s growing up fast. His arms and legs are worth a thousand gold coins. If he grows shorter, will you take responsibility for him? Even if you offer him silver? The end of the world is truly the end of the world!”

The merchant’s face turned pale. He was about to make a big purchase.

Jegal Hyeon approached the two people.

“Why are you making such a fuss in broad daylight?”

“If you don’t know, then keep quiet… … Hmm?”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong turned his head slightly and looked at Jegal-Hyeon. He raised his eyebrows as if he was shocked. Cheong-Gil-Rin, Seon-Ryong, and Tae-Yeon-Ryong were the most talented people among the three powerful families.

They had a friendly relationship under the supervision of the Blue Kirin Namgung Sejin. They were not unrecognizable due to the disguise of the Chukgolgong and the disguised uniforms.

“There are so many things going on.”

It was when Taeyeonryong was laughing.

“Mom, body! Bend over!”

The merchant, who had been glancing at the sky out of habit, grabbed his neck.

Woooo …

There was a long, loud noise. It was close to the clouds. Taeyeonryong and Jegalhyun glanced up and their eyes widened.

The distant sky.

An old woman appeared, riding on a sword.

He was a one-armed swordsman with ears like blade tips. Even though he was only a dot away, he had an overwhelming presence.

It cuts straight across the blue-green wilderness. At the end of the sword that was at my feet, a long blue thread fluttered. It was with the old woman’s empty sleeve.

The mysterious waves that were constantly spreading were somehow reproducing the flying of the sword.

She didn’t even glance down. She seemed like a celestial being who had no interest in the summer. That was how it looked on the outside.

Jegal Hyeon fell asleep.

“Flying sword, the sword of Baeksin… …!”

“He is the best master of the Thirteen Heavenly Sect in Xi’an.”

Taeyeonryong, who had been frowning, muttered.

They remained motionless for a long time, standing silently with the merchant on the quiet street.

Only the winter wind rustling through the pine needles rang loudly. It was like a dry whistle.