Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 241

Opening (5)

“… … .”

The wind blew over the cliff, sweeping the vast expanse of bushes away.

The sound of the rocks lining the ground was unusually loud. This meant that people kept their mouths shut. There was no other way.

The death of the Sima Wei clan leaders.

The tightly knit order of the metropolis was completely shattered. It was something that would make anyone in Xi’an feel strange.

There were countless people flocking to the peaks of the valley.

Men and women in silk robes, sitting carelessly under bushes, climbing trees, or sitting solemnly on palanquins… … .

There were long, similar yet diverse clusters.

within.

The murmurings of those who broke the silence also grew louder.

“What kind of person must the deceased have been to come out and show such skill…?”

“Deceased? Look at his face. He’s so young.”

“Who the hell are you… … ?”

“You must find out the identity of the Gwanggeom group. If they settle in the West, they cannot be passed over lightly. I think that those who are on par with the elites of the Nine Sects or Thirteen Heavenly Clans have entered. We must investigate them with great care.”

“Will that be enough? The order in Xi’an will change.”

“I know. Well, the cup that Sungyeojimunju used to drink from Bukmyeonggaek is probably empty. Let’s use that. You send a message to the author… … No. The old man will go in person.”

All sorts of people began to move. The herons that had broken through the bushes flapped their wings and soared in their own directions.

The reaction was very quick. Many people left, kicking up dust in the process.

In the midst of all that commotion, beneath the brown pine needles.

The Cloud Sword Dragon, Wizhi Myohwa, was also looking down on Jeongyeonshin.

His attitude was different from that of other warlords.

He held his sword tightly as if he was going to leap out at any moment, and lowered the blue, translucent cotton cloth in front of his face. Even so, he could not hide the temperament of an orphaned disciple of a prestigious school.

The extraordinary swordsman’s appearance was sure to attract the attention of many people.

Not only is his jawline beautiful, but his body shape and aura are also different. There were many glances from people around him.

She didn’t care.

‘Island-style small group… … .’

No, it is difficult to call it a small group anymore. Who would call the Seventeen Great Lords of the World’s Great Swordsman so lowly? Even if we rely on friendship, the title of Confucius would be the limit.

There was a soft sorrow in Wijimyohwa’s eyes.

I walked around the world with the boy who wore blue clothes and played the Hwangbo branch. It was a good memory. The emotions that the memories brought were also fragrant.

At that time, chivalry was everything to her, and she had the support of her brother-in-laws. Her teacher and her tutor were also alive and well.

At first.

Together with Jeong Yeon-shin, he uncovered the Guyangilsik of Geomjong. Geom Seon Sa-suk-jo was also present.

‘I’m in love with you.’

I was filled with sorrow when I saw the boy who had easily pulled out the Gwanghwageomryu. It was right after I realized that the talent I had been proud of as the best in the world was actually worthless.

But it was okay. The words of Sa-suk-jo, who had seen through Jeong Yeon-shin’s life, brought her out of her stupor. It wasn’t a low-level relief. She stood up with pity.

All those memories were with Jongnampa.

The green hills, the cliffs on the other side engraved with sword marks, the boy dancing with the light, Wi Ji-myo-hwa staring blankly at him, Jongnam Geomseon laughing heartily… … Jongnam Mountain, the scent of grass that brings back memories.

The magic of the Iphwangseong Fortress makes the great disciple Jongnam think of a monk.

It’s a strange thing. It’s fate.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude. It was accompanied by growing emotions.

She bit her lower lip without realizing it.

‘I’m sorry… … I’m really sorry… … .’

I failed to protect Jeong-Hye. I lost it after encountering the two Heavenly Nets of the Thirteen Heavens. I could not find it at all.

Even though I searched frantically with the Black Swordsman, I was still lost. His whereabouts were completely hidden.

It was hopeless.

At that time, I heard a rumor that the heads of the Seven Great Clans of Xi’an were competing with someone.

I didn’t know it would be Jeongyeonshin. I never even dreamed of it. I still haven’t gotten Jeonghye back.

“You seem to have a lot to say. I’m so shocked. Feel free to talk.”

The swordsman who was looking down while wearing a hat nearby said.

Gray short hair flowed carelessly down from under the loose chin strap. It was Baekseogun, the Youngcheon Sword Ghost.

Likewise, it was a car that attracted attention along with the painting.

He revealed the ends of his strangely gray hair, but there was no one who could mention the sword of Simmu-ryeon.

That’s because she lives in a world that is very different from hers. A supernatural being from another world. That’s how someone who is the second-in-command of the 13th Heavenly Sect is perceived.

He was noted for his extraordinary prayers, no less than the Wijimyohwa.

Her silk sleeves are flowing down and her waist is arched proudly, giving off an air of guilt.

His lips, which had been lowered as if he was treating everything indifferently, were turned towards the young master at the bottom of the valley.

“That feeling is truly a treasure. It is worthy of leaving its mark on the history of martial arts.”

Baek Seo-gun licked his lips.

“They say he inherited the blood of a traitor, but I guess I should see it as the result of that bastard’s face. Thanks to that incompetent bastard’s appearance that is beyond the world… … such a child was born. It’s a delight to the eyes. I only saw the likes of the Grand Duke of Bonyeon.”

“I can’t come down.”

Baekseo-gun snickered at Wijimyohwa’s muttering.

“Is it because of a little guilt? You are so weak. And arrogant. It seems that you think that someone like you could destroy the heavenly net of the Thirteen Heavenly Two, but that is an absurd self-reproach. If that good child had a good nature, he would have embraced you instead.”

“… Isn’t Senior Sword Master hesitating to take action? He said he had a connection with Prince Jeong… … .”

“… … .”

Baek Seo-gun closed his lips.

―You have received a lot of the love I could not give you. I can see that your complexion is very good.

It was her own voice. A voice so reckless that it made her mind, which had been filled with a single sword, tremble.

The stories he told to his son, who was so proud of himself, linger in his mind.

I didn’t know about the conflict between Jongnampa and Ahae.

I began to feel regret and shame like never before. The illusions I had been having all along were ridiculous.

‘You’ve become a little thinner. Your body has become more toned. Every day is different.’

The delicate Jeongyeonshin.

Even though I look down at the face I wished to see again, I can’t take a step forward. Even though I’m the second most powerful sword ghost in Simmu-ryeon, it’s the same.

Although it was a distance that could be approached with just one step, his mind wandered between the boy’s nanny, who might have been the swordsman, and the swordsman who shook Hanamseong.

The chieftains of the Seven Great Clans weren’t worried in the first place. Even though they were strong, they were inferior to the Thirteen Heavenly Clans.

It was not enough to break the sword of Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik. That was the viewpoint of Geom Jong.

“Work… … .”

She slowly moved her lips away.

“He may be a big deal. The Great Lord of Iphwangseong is a person who discusses the world. All the guys of the Seventeenth Generation were like that. Seomye is no different. I will be able to help you in the near future. You can meet him then.”

The sword-wielding servant spoke in an old-fashioned manner.

She was the embodiment of contradiction, embellishing her inner suffering.

The slightly raised chin looked quite proud. Even though his feelings were probably different.

Wizhi Myohwa didn’t point it out. It wasn’t something to worry about.

-There aren’t many days left to live.

These were the words of Jongnam Geomseon who saw Jeongyeonshin.

Wijimyohwa knows the lifespan of the boy she loves. Magwangikju Seomye. While burning her short life fiercely, her few remaining blood relatives were kidnapped.

It was something that fueled her guilt.

The sword dragon of Jongnampa kept licking his lips slightly.

‘I’m sorry, I’m really sorry… … .’

Soon, Weizhimyohwa’s straight eyes began to sharpen with some kind of determination.

At the same time, her fingers traced a long line along the sword at her waist, drawing a strange line. It was a movement that seemed to be reminiscing about something.

* * *

“Oh no, our leader cleaned them all up. They were such cold-blooded bastards. But they were still called the Sapa lords.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong, with the corners of his lips raised, approached. He was together with Ma Gwang-Ik’s seniors.

The plain below the canyon.

The sight was filled with scattered corpses and blackened blood, but the smell of blood seemed to have diminished somewhat thanks to Tae-Yeon-Ryong’s teasing.

In the bleak scene, only the masters Ma Gwang-ik had some vitality. Even though they looked somewhat tired, Heon Won-chang, Shin So-bin, and Jegal Cheong-ah had vivid complexions.

As expected of descendants of a noble family, their faces were shiny.

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at Tae-yeon-ryong and shook her head.

‘When did the poppy learn to be crazy?’

The genius of the Sun God Vein, who was destined to die young, quickly developed the Kwangye Gyeol. He didn’t even ask questions, as if there was nothing stopping him.

He shook his hand a few times with interest, as if tasting a delicacy, and then nodded slightly, saying that it was worth it.

“I’m a little tempted by that. It looks interesting.”

Taeyeonryong nodded towards Daeju’s hand.

“Go clean up after yourself.”

Jeongyeonshin turned her body slightly as if it was ridiculous.

He was just retrieving the sword stems from inside his pitch-black sleeves.

The hem of the wrist flap flapped continuously like a thousand-flower-absorbing knot. The thin strands of the sword were sucked in while shining softly.

Taeyeonryong whetted his appetite.

“If you look closely, you will see that he is more greedy than Confucius himself.”

“Talking nonsense on a dull topic. I said that I shouldn’t covet a treasure that I can’t afford.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered vaguely and glanced at her subordinates.

I glanced left and right at the Ma Gwang-ik masters, pretending to be indifferent. I hoped that none of my comrades were injured, but fortunately, it seemed that Gwang-ye-gyeol had shown its effectiveness.

The exhaustion was only visible in the appearance of some drones gasping for breath.

At that moment of relief, I met eyes with Cheongmyeong, Baek Miryeo, Heonwonchang, and even Shin Sobin.

They were examining the hand of the Great Lord who had been holding the sword sharply. It was covered in dried blood.

‘What a strange thing… … .’

Jeongyeon Shin turned around with a seemingly calm gait.

‘There are many martial arts techniques that can be used interchangeably. It’s also fun.’

I deliberately bent my neck here and there, thinking it would be a decent income. I held back from going out so that the lords could unleash their power.

In reality, it was only a few breaths, but it was harder than I thought to keep the hands still.

It’s okay.

I have filled several pages of the Chronicles of the Extinction of the Three Kingdoms. These are the military exploits of the lords who ruled over the vast land of Xi’an.

It was worth it to take on the role of life-or-death decision between the leaders. The crowd in the valley, which had been as quiet as a mouse for a while, began to chatter among themselves.

A thousand years of altitude.

The large city of Xi’an has fallen into the hands of Guangyechae. At this moment, everyone will recognize it.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“Kang Hyo-su, go and inspect the branch office with Shin Myo. The report didn’t come in until Seoan got to this point. Find out whether it was due to unavoidable circumstances or a conspiracy. If it’s the latter, he will be punished immediately.”

As he finished speaking, he opened the long black sleeves.

Although the material of the long robe was different from that of the Iphwangseong, it adhered to the skin quite well. It was to the point where I thought that I would have worn clothes like this if I had not entered the main nature.

“Yes, leader.”

The large swordsman raises both hands.

It was Kang Chang-mu, a blue-skinned master who had come from Cheonrimdae. Since his nickname was Hyosu Sword, he was called Kang Hyosu. It was the same as calling Baekmyo Shin So-bin as Shinmyo.

Shin So-bin seemed to not like the hastily made name.

He glanced at Jeongyeonshin with his round eyes, then burst into laughter when their eyes met. He was bold even after committing a massacre. He was a child of a noble family.

“There’s one left.”

Heonwonchang spoke with an indifferent expression, unlike usual.

Blood stains appeared from the hands that were sweeping the black cloth away as if washing away the accumulated life energy. It was a familiar sight to his colleagues.

The eyes of the thirty or so masters of Magwangik were fixed on the man standing alone. It was Jang Giil, the master of Sobaekmunju.

He had a rather sturdy figure wearing a yellow robe. He stared at the corpse of Sungyeojimunju on a corner of a tree stump, then turned his head toward Ma Gwangikju.

-Ip Hwang-seong, Ma Gwang-ik, punish the scum.

He was the only one who survived after hearing that order.

Jeong Yeon-shin deliberately excluded him from the herbivore realm, and Jang Gi-il also did not join the joint attack.

“I said that you betrayed your hometown as a member of the Jongnam clan. Show your worth to the leader of the clan.”

Ma Gwang-ik said.

“… …Jeong Jung-san from Shinya County.”

Jang Ki-il, who had been staring blankly at the young master, opened his lips. Seoan was where the Jongnam headquarters was located.

It meant that everyone knew about the powerful new talent of Iphwangseong and the connections between Jongnam’s disciples.

“I know where that guy is.”

* * *

The outskirts of Xi’an were complicated.

This was because the city had a long history. It had served as the capital of countless countries over the years.

There were also many martial arts schools that had sprung up in the city. Naturally, all sorts of paths were created. It was a bit messy.

An alley with cold shadows cast on both sides.

The winter wind blowing from outside brushed the old walls.

As the chilly air swept across the long cracks in the alley walls, the bustling noise of the city center could be faintly heard from afar.

It just crumbled into pieces, mixed with the thick, resonating sound of kicking.

Phew!

“I’m finally going to get rid of this idiot…!”

“Look at the blocking! Where did you put the flag? The noble swordsman of Jongnamsan!”

“Is this the guy who learned it in the old school? Right?”

There were two men and one woman.

They all wore the same gray uniform. The three of them surrounded one person, their young faces without a single wrinkle, and they moved their feet.

Bam! Bam!

A man crouching on the ground was being beaten severely. The dull sound of blows echoed through the hem of his yellow clothes.

It was a day when Jeongjungsan Mountain was completely destroyed.

After parting ways with the fearsome Baekseo Army, he went off alone to search for Jeong-hye’s whereabouts.

Jeong Jung-san is a martial artist who has mastered lightness. Although the 13th Heavenly Sect cannot touch the Ungamsaengsim, he tries to find out everything by attacking and escaping from the Sects under the mountain.

I also had some confidence in the Taeeul Formless Sword that I had mastered.

It was all in vain.

The result was always the same. Thanks to learning a few life-saving tricks, I was never caught and killed.

He just dragged his tired body through the back alleys, struggling to fulfill his duty. As Jeong-hye’s uncle, and as a disciple of Jong-nampa.

“Have you frozen the mouth that used to scold me? When Jongnam was fine, you used to brag about how great he was!”

“You’re the older brother of the Iphwangseong Magwangikju? Bring your younger brother and see, you bastard who doesn’t even have a Buddhist temple.”

“Even so, how can I possibly handle the Gwibaekshin Sword? It’s just that I rely on my backing, something worthless.”

The disciples of the remaining Sungyeojimun in the text were thoroughly enjoying themselves. It was understandable. How could they not be happy? The Jongnam faction was destroyed and their world had arrived.

‘What goes around comes around.’

Jeong Joong-san laughed at himself. He asked me to call my younger brother Jeong Yeon-shin?

This situation is a self-portrait of Jeong Jung-san.

During his reckless days, he led his peers in Shin Ya-hyeon and acted like the leader of the neighborhood. It was a time when he was angry at his sinister younger brother.

After rejecting the Jeong Ga-dong ball that was being passed to him with his small hands, he once had his children bully him by asking if his body was that strong.

Looking back, it was extremely vicious.

‘With what shame!’

Pfft!

“Cough!”

Jeong Joong-san, who had been hit in the forehead, let out a sigh of relief.

Now it was time to start taking out the life-saving tools.

Suddenly.

Above the heads of those who were doing the grappling.

Hwaaaaah!

A pitch-black shadow fell like a sudden lightning strike in the middle of the night. It was a descent. The dust in the alley rose in all directions as if welcoming a stranger.

It was almost like a waterspout. For a moment, an unbelievable, suffocating pressure spread out in all directions.

In a scene that seemed to have drawn in all the winds of the world.

bang-!

The one who burst in with an overwhelming presence kicked Jung Joong-san in the stomach. In an instant, a strong shock wave erupted.

Jungjungsan, whose windpipe was completely blocked, was thrown forward like a leaf hit by a strong wind. The force was tremendous.

It was a perfect hit. Suddenly, the demonic spirit appeared, his eyes sparkling, and the hem of his black clothes fluttered in a long fluttering motion.

“It’s so frustrating.”

Sabak.

He stood there, his feet on the dirt, and he gave a short sigh.