Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 236

Sword (9)

Inside the cozy room of the Gwaun Guesthouse.

“Gwibaeksin Geom Yeo So-hyang (呂素香). She is the senior leader of the Paekgeom Sect. She manages the factions under the Paekgeom Sect that control Xi’an. According to the investigation conducted in collaboration with Gae-bi, she is the one who led the destruction of the Shinye County Jeongga clan… … as well.”

Jegal Hyeon said.

He was facing Jeongyeonshin with a round tea table. There were only two teacups placed on it.

It was a time when people made and drank tea even when there was no rice. The faint scent of tea lingered in the room.

“The destruction of the main family?”

The expression of joy in Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s eyes disappeared.

“I believe it was ordered by the three apostles of the Blood Flame Cult.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke quietly. She was recalling what had happened at the Blood Flame Cult headquarters.

―You enjoyed fertile land that didn’t fit the theme.

These were the words of the three Sado who opposed the seven Sado. He confessed himself. He said that he had ordered the extermination of the Jeong family.

And then his head fell off from the sword of the Emperor of Heaven.

There was only one enemy left. He was just like when he created the Jeonggadonggong, trying to protect the family lineage and count the culprits who had destroyed the Jeongga clan on one hand.

I couldn’t think of anything else other than the Sword Master.

I had no choice but to listen to Jegal Hyeon’s words.

“The Guibai Shen Sword that governs the Xi’an Sapa… … is the old and famous swordsman who was the wet nurse of the sword lord.”

He continued speaking, glancing at Jeongyeonshin’s arms and legs, which had grown longer in the meantime, as if it were a wonder.

“It is said that he once possessed the power to compete with the thirteen heavenly lords, but he was reduced to nothing after learning the martial arts of Hedo. Even so, he was still strong. Aside from the leaders of the Daebang Sect, the only one who could stand up to Yeo So-hyang was the Hwasan Sword Clan’s Heavenly Lord Jinin… … .”

“I want you to tell me about the head of the household.”

“He is a quirky person who enjoys scouting the land with his swords. He used to scout the energy of the land in Shinya-hyeon and report it to the Paegeomjongju. He is a man who often brags about the peerless masters he has raised. It is said that he revealed this fact while the lord was talking about the countless blows he had inflicted on Iphwangseong… .”

“The Sword of Baeksin, Yeo So-hyang.”

Jeongyeonshin snorted softly.

The elder leader of the Paegeomjong clan. The leader of the Sapa martial arts world who pushed out the Jongnam clan.

The Sangdanjeon Gigam could not detect the lies from Jegal Hyeon. He was a person who developed a more impressive Zen method than any other scholar.

I didn’t even want to doubt him. He was a vassal with a personality that was the complete opposite of Jeong Yeon-shin’s real brother.

“Focus on the task at hand.”

Jeongyeonshin closed her eyes once and opened them. She put an end to the thoughts that arose from the unexpected fact.

Anyway, if you push away the Xi’an Sapa, you will meet them.

“We decided to settle the matter at Daewolhyeop at noon. It was a letter from Sungyeojimunju.”

“The Guibaeksin Sword will not come down right away.”

“Why?”

“He is someone who looks down on everything other than the Sword Master. He would never get involved in the troubles of the subordinate sects from the beginning, no matter how great their power is.”

“That’s right. The level of the Sapa here is higher than I thought. They’re not at the level of Black Taoist thugs, but closer to a mid-level sect.”

“I came here after receiving intelligence that they were committing all sorts of atrocities. They were treating the lives of the common people as if they were candy in their pockets. If I wanted to see the real situation, I had no choice but to come here myself.”

That’s what Jeong Yeon-shin saw. She witnessed countless corpses before she crossed the gate.

These were the corpses of those who had been plundered due to the famine, but the remains of the Sadomu Gong Gyeongpa were still there, transparently swaying like smoke rising from incense.

“Their numbers are overwhelming. They are all men who have properly learned the martial arts of Sima Weidao. I think it’s worth considering retreating. The entire city is hostile to Jeong Daeju… … .”

Jegal Hyeon said cautiously.

I have thoroughly investigated the Menghui. The Sapa Murim is different from the Jeongpa Federation.

They could not run their business openly or receive generous donations such as offerings. They simply laid hands on other stores or blatantly collected rent.

Naturally, he was very sensitive to his position.

Even though they fought among themselves, they came together the moment they encountered an outside invasion. This was because they were not part of the big sect. It was because they had the temperament of a mid-level sect and a back-alley black sect mixed together.

The unity of the Jeongpa faction was so unanimous that the Jeongpa faction’s magnates called it bizarre. It was a unity that quickly tore apart the existing order of the Jongnam faction. In an instant, they divided up the interests among themselves.

They are like brothers who hurt each other.

The response to the appearance of a hostile master is bound to be lightning-quick.

As Taeyeonryong had experienced, food supplies were restricted and the clansmen disappeared all at once.

He was worried about being defeated individually. It seemed like he was planning not to show up until the eve of the final battle.

He had an outstanding eye for recognizing the strong.

“The Safa Gangho strictly follows the law of the jungle. The powerful Safa sect leaders are always on the lookout for the appearance of the best masters. In order to protect their rice bowls, they must intercept their opponents, even if they are best masters. No matter what.”

Jegal Hyeon continued speaking quietly.

“There is also a way to gradually destroy them from within. If we insist on wiping them out in one go through an all-out war… … it may take a short time, but it would be a huge risk. This is why I advise you, Lord Jeong Dae-ju, to retreat for now. This is a world where even the most skilled warriors have a hard time dealing with ten thousand skilled soldiers… … .”

He spoke while caressing the fan he had taken out of his bosom. It seemed to be a habit.

The steam from the teacup dispersed. Only the invisible scent of tea filled the room. A moment of silence flowed in the quiet room.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

* * *

Daewolgyo Gorge, with the vast Guanzhong Plain on one side.

From all over the streets, unmanned forces with strange auras poured in. It was the power of Sima Weidao.

He was different from the rascals who imitated martial arts masters with their mediocre martial arts skills. It was like that from the murderous intent that covered his entire body.

Hundreds of people headed to the mountains outside the city, a place that was given the name Daewolgyo for some reason.

“I don’t understand why you would do this.”

“That’s right. We were just fighting a knife just seven weeks ago.”

“A man who doesn’t even think about leaving Xi’an is a master. If we fight in the city center, we’ll be blown to pieces. Aren’t all of those assets ours?”

“A true expert… Is that true?”

“Our lord also acknowledges the teachings of the Chanmageom clan. If they are false, the Sungyeo clan will be destroyed. Not by us, but by the ancestors of Yeo-ryeong.”

People of all kinds climbed the mountain. Some had hair that reached their feet, others were bald, and many wore weapons.

There were also swords with oddly curved blades, greatswords with circular holes in the center, gauntlets with blades attached to the back of the hand, sickles with chains, and swords with blades that curved in a jagged manner.

They all rode up the mountain, chattering away.

No one was nervous. Anyone would have been nervous if they had faced the rising waves of air like clouds.

There were hundreds of people who had properly learned the martial arts of the apostles. Some of them were laughing as if they were out for fun.

“At this point, it might be worth looking at other fertile lands.”

“How about Yangyang?”

“You crazy bastard, you want to hit Ip Hwang Seong?”

“I heard the land there is so fertile. With this much power, wouldn’t they be invincible?”

There was a reason why they did not attack the inn of the ‘leader’s’ party. It was easier to show off their strength in the vast wilderness of the Daewolhyup mountain range than in the Guandu, which had limited personnel capacity.

The plan is to completely establish the order of the Sapa in Xi’an by setting an example for the powerful master. Patience has reached the day of the decisive battle.

Many more commoners, merchants, and ronin followed from afar.

“Then, is this a public execution?”

“They said they were staying in seclusion. That leader and all the other clansmen.”

“Wouldn’t the one who avoids out of fear be the loser? I’ll bet on the Moon Lords. How can a mere foreigner withstand the territoriality of the Xi’an Sapa?”

“Even so, the scale of the Bangpa War… … .”

“It happens often.”

The temperament of the Xi’an people was two-faced. They were reserved when they should be, but they also showed great activity in satisfying their curiosity.

It is a large city where the Jongnam faction and the Hwasan faction have fought against the Sima Weidao since ancient times. The number of courageous natives was enormous.

It filled the vast, yet sparsely populated valley to the brim.

and.

The leaders of the Xi’an Sapa appeared. There were seven men and women. Leaving their disciples and subordinates behind, they stepped onto the plain below the valley.

Each of them was spewing out extraordinary prayers. The magnificently spread out mountain scenery seemed to take one’s breath away.

Sungyeojimun, Sobaekmun, Chamjeolgak, Daeryeongwijinpa, Geommamun, Jongcheondomun, and Hwiwolga.

All the leaders of the various factions have arrived.

It was worthy of being talked about as undefeated. It was possible to do so in most regions.

“I wonder how strong it will be. The world’s greatest lord has set the table like this.”

A man with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes spoke.

A long scar ran across his cheek. He wore an old-fashioned black hat on his head, which hid much of his white hair.

The momentum radiating from the pure white robe was raising smoke from the dirt floor. It was mysterious and solemn.

Baek Mu-ryang, the head of the Hwiwol family.

He is considered one of the three greatest masters of the Xi’an Sapa, along with Wei Yihua and Jang Giil.

“Could it be that the black color of the Emperor’s palace came alone? If the above-mentioned lord is making such a fuss, then it is. If that is true, then the old man is willing to run away without looking back.”

Baek Mu-ryang spoke. The corners of his mouth at the ends of his white beard trembled.

The middle-ranking Weilhwa snorted. She knows the Hwiwol family very well.

He is the most sinister person in this place. It was hard to accept it as a joke. I had to respond with a provocation.

“I won’t bother to stop you. What can I do if you want to become the laughing stock of the world?”

“The above lord still has no affection.”

Baek Mu-ryang looked around and smiled broadly. The energy of Sima Oedo that filled the plains below the valley was tremendous.

It was worth discussing the martial arts force of the thirteen thousand Shim Mu-ryeon at least a little.

‘You are a minister.’

Baek Mu-ryang thought. This was the reason why the Sapa sect leaders followed Wei Yihua’s words.

People in Xi’an and its vicinity look at this scene. They fill the valley tightly. They look down and there is an air of reverence for their superiors.

Hereby.

The lords have achieved their purpose. It is already over.

It’s an incredible force of martial arts. You can’t help but get tired of seeing it up close.

It was a gathering of countless Shaanxi Province residents, comparable to those in any other country. If I may exaggerate a little, it would be the attention of the whole world.

There has never been a demonstration of force like this. The discussion about the black color of the imperial palace was also meaningless.

Irregular waves were tangled in groups of hundreds, stretching out and tearing at the ground beneath our feet.

The plain seemed to be filled with a great army. It was truly an overwhelming sight.

It is a power that no one in this place has ever encountered.

There is no one to discuss it with except the swordsman and the female spirits outside the sky. In the years of famine, he completely gained the power to rule over the common people.

Those who dreamed of rebellion would take up plows instead of swords, and the people would go about their business without a second thought, filling the bellies of the Xi’an Sapa.

Every time there is a crop failure, shouldn’t we work harder?

The Jeongpa people were driven out, and the Sapa people gained power.

‘Our martial arts world has been completed.’

Baek Mu-ryang’s lips formed a curved line.

It was like that until suddenly, a person appeared in front of them.

Damn it.

The hem of the black clothes covering her back fluttered. The black hair that covered her shoulders blew once along with the wind.

A boy stepped onto the ground in black leather shoes. It was a quiet landing compared to the distance he jumped.

“… What a truly incredible nerve. It looked like a dot from afar.”

Baek Mu-ryang muttered, his wrinkles between his eyebrows becoming even deeper.

The other person did not answer.

Only his pitch-black eyes shone brightly. He lifted his sharp chin. He just glanced at the hundreds of Sapa people he encountered on the plains.

Just the look in his eyes gave him a strange sense of pressure. Silence followed his gaze.

Wi Il-hwa bit her lip slightly when she first saw his appearance.

“This is what a little kid looks like?”

“As you can see, you are not a young child. I will treat you as a person of the martial arts world.”

Baek Mu-ryang opened his mouth with a fake smile.

“You can tell that you have the skills without even having to fight swords. You’re fit to roam the world of martial arts alone. You can probably do that in any region. No matter how severe the famine is, you’ll be able to talk about survival.”

“… … .”

“But look at this. A fight between a master who has not yet acquired the power… is very complicated and requires a lot of attention. It is on a different level from a one-on-one fight. The romance of martial arts is not here. No one will criticize you for backing down now.”

That was when.

The young-faced swordsman opened his lips.

“Is that right, Whiwolgaju?”

“exactly.”

“Those gathered here… … must be only the Sapa clans of the Seven Great Clans of Xi’an.”

“You got it right. There is no such thing as a half-baked joke. I can guarantee it.”

“They used exploitation, injury, and murder as their modus operandi. There was intelligence that they repeatedly enslaved the common people and used all sorts of means to train themselves in actual combat.”

“What a trivial thing. You have no intention of backing down, do you?”

A strong cloud of dust rose up from under Baek Mu-ryang’s feet. It was a whirlwind of waves, as if a whirlwind had been blown.

It was a sign of the Hwiwolpaegong (輝月覇功) that had been passed down through generations in the clan. The plan was to block the first attack and then sweep away the enemy with a martial arts force.

Phew!

The sound of stones crashing against the dirt floor echoed with the strong wind. In one corner, the hem of Wi Il-hwa’s silk dress fluttered gorgeously.

The air swooped down the curved, rising lips like a silk quilt, but it was extremely transparent.

Hwaaaaak!

The momentum of the other lords was no less than theirs. The rays of light scattered by the flying creatures kept flashing.

The noise was loud. Now anyone’s voice would be drowned out by the sound of the waves.

Among them.

“You admit it.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded her head.

It was a more arrogant behavior than anyone else in the place. Then, the way he licked his lips was also the same. It was only reflected in the eyes of the Sapa sect leaders sitting in front of him.

“I command you in the name of this great lord.”

“… … ?”

“Ip Hwang Seong, Ma Gwang Ik, punish the scum.”

Immediately after spitting out the mixed words.

An arrow shot up from the ridge behind them.

Wheeeeeeeek!

It sounded like a giant bird chirping for a long time. It was the sound of a mingjik (a flute-shaped arrow). The internal energy contained in it was enormous.

This is a move by the Fourth Moon Palace’s Wiye-ryeong. The arrow, filled with a storm-like sound, passed by, swallowing up the waves of the clansmen.

The mighty power of the Blue Race of the Emperor’s Clan was fully contained in it. It passed above like a ray of light.

bang!

The three Sapa Ganghoin pierced through and stuck into the ground. Three lines of sound rang out at once, as if piercing flesh. It was an archery technique close to artillery fire.

There wasn’t even a scream. The people who were crowded together were terrified and spread out in all directions.

“Now, what… … !”

“This is his support!”

It was when Wi Il-hwa and Baek Mu-ryang opened their eyes wide.

A tremendous force rose from the side of the canyon. It was accompanied by pure white mists. It was not like a cloud, but more like the sun.

On the hill, which I didn’t care about as a martial artist who climbed cliffs as if they were flat ground, dawn rose again with great force.

Twenty-eight light swords appeared. The sunlight shimmered on the aura that was materialized throughout their bodies.

People looked like swords. Even those who didn’t hold swords. They were generating sunlight themselves.

They are a handful compared to those gathered on the plains below.

The momentum was different.

It was a group where you could see a rare number of noble warriors. They were all wearing different colored uniforms, but they had a fearsome sense of unity. They were similar in temperament.

Kookookookookung!

The moment they appeared, they all kicked the ground and came down. Nearly thirty men and women fell like magpies, taking pictures of the peak.

With each step he took on the rock, the white rays of light surrounding his weapon and body grew darker. At first glance, it was an auspicious sight.

One of the seventeen great swordsmen of the Shingeomdan was called the Wing of the Heavenly Sword, which destroys the demons of the world.

“Uh, uh uh… … ?”

“What! What!”

The Xi’an Sapa’s martial arts forces began to falter. It was too fast. They got closer in an instant. The light attack breakthrough of the unknown masters transformed into a huge ball of light.

In the blink of an eye, the movement became faster and faster, and soon the movement itself flashed like lightning.

Ma Gwang-ik spread his feathers. He radiated a wave of light energy in all directions.

Kwaaaa …

It was a split second. The blast of experience shook the earth and tore the air.

A wave of pure white light collided with the Sapha warriors. A tremendous shock wave surged in all directions.