Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 248

Punishment, Destiny (5)

An order to capture the official in charge of the official affairs came from the mouth of the leader of the Sapha.

‘what?’

Is this possible? It’s hard to believe these words and actions even when you see them face to face.

In that moment, the black eyebrows of the branch chief, Wang Wi-su, gathered left and right. What did this lowly man say?

Chugwan reacted first. It was right after he carefully examined the cold eyes of Jeongyeonshin sitting in front of him.

“Avoid!”

The red thread tied to her waist sword suddenly rose up. She had created a powerful wave of energy with her left hand, which was holding the sword hilt.

It was a swordsmanship style called the Golden Leader Autumn Flower Sword Style.

It is a famous swordsmanship technique used by high-ranking people in Beijing. Once the sword is used, a petal-shaped wave sweeps across the surrounding area.

It was a sword technique favored by the upper class of Beijing, where high-ranking officials abounded.

‘Gwangye Chaeju is a fearsomely strong man. However, his internal and external injuries are very serious! Anyway, we have to do something about the leader!’

It was when she urgently grabbed the sword with her right hand.

From ceiling to floor.

A white light suddenly appeared and flashed in a long line.

Swish.

It brushed Chugwan’s shoulder and then sank down. There was no sign of anything. It was just a dark and creepy murderous aura that seemed to have formed into a single line of trace.

Beyond the pure white haze, the knot of Youngwoonggeon fluttering from the back of Heonwonchang’s head, who had bent one leg and lowered his body,

His expression was indifferent. He was holding a sword without a single drop of blood on it, resting it on the floor.

Next to him, Chugwan’s right arm fell.

Phew!

“Ah …!”

Blood burst out from her shoulder belatedly, the aftereffect of a terrifyingly smooth, refined sword.

Heonwonchang was melting his swordsmanship into Gwangyegyeol.

He neutralized the Chugwan who governed the city of a thousand years in one blow. He is the best in Ma Gwang-ik in terms of hiding his presence and striking with a single blow with his sword.

It was a true and illustrious realm of the Blue Heavenly Kingdom. All the Magwangiks were following their leader with all their might.

“Stop!”

Wang Wi-su, a member of the branch team who had been standing up awkwardly, shouted loudly.

It wasn’t a shout at Gwangye Chaeju. He raised his hand and stopped his mounted warriors from pushing through the inn entrance.

“The one who cut the Gui Baek Shin Sword spoke of immediate death. You scoundrels should fulfill your duty as subordinates and put away your weapons. Do you intend to harm my majesty?”

“Some of the managers are quite perceptive, you know.”

Cheongmyeong, who had suddenly appeared, smiled and said. He got down very quickly and naturally.

The Mingjok’s guard was similar to the body of a killer, but was also powerful.

A white light flashed from the sword he lightly held against the neck of the king’s servant.

“… … .”

An even deeper silence descended on the already quiet guesthouse. In the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the windows on one side, the movement of a cloud of dust became noticeable.

The unmanned branch office personnel who had pushed their way to the entrance stopped walking. They were shocked at the expressions on their faces.

The king’s throne was silent.

“The theft is sky-high. This isn’t your average Sapa group. What are your identities?”

“You don’t know.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, sitting alone and calmly, said.

Wang Weishu let out a breathtaking laugh.

He knows the value of a noble warrior as well as the high power he possesses.

A person who can command the best of the best without lifting a finger right in front of your eyes.

It was an extraordinary position, even for a government official.

Although his inaction and experience may not be as great as those of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings and the Nine Sects’ Elders, his power is somewhat similar to theirs.

It was a fact that became clear when I met him in person. Chugwan, who was looking down on the disciples of the Seven Great Gates, was suffering as if he was rolling on the ground with a single sword.

So Wang Wi-su puffed out his chest even more proudly.

It was a world of survival of the fittest. In a time when momentum proves one’s worth, if one wants to survive in this place, one must package one’s power even more beautifully.

He was different from the branch manager of the Unyangbu who died silently, as his temperament was gloomy.

The origin, lifestyle, and status of the city it is based in are much higher.

He spoke as if reciting a poem.

“Do you know what you have done in the security office? I was born and raised in the Wang family of the Beijing prime ministers, and I personally witnessed the emperor’s swordsmanship, which was close to the divine position. The emperor personally gave me a rank and said that he would remember my face, so I was honored. No matter how noble your martial arts and subordinates are, how dare you attack me in broad daylight…?”

at that time.

The beauty standing next to Gwangye Chaeju opened her lips. Likewise, a cold prayer covered her entire body, but her voice was as cold as the north wind and snow.

“You are the one who can’t guess what was said in which security. It would be difficult for the officials of the entire world to immediately update the appearance of the seventeen people, but it is quite funny.”

“Seventeen? What is a mere bodyguard talking about…?”

Wang Weisu suddenly closed his mouth.

There was a brief silence.

His inaction when facing the Gwibaeksin Sword, his strange words and actions, his manner of treating the local people lightly, his extremely young appearance, and his seventeen years… … He was not a dull man.

The panic that arose in my mind slowly turned into fear and I began to run towards the back alley.

“It seems there was a misunderstanding….”

The king’s subordinate changed his words from the beginning. He had no choice.

I came into the tiger’s mouth on my own two feet.

It’s true that it’s ridiculous. Is there anything more ridiculous than this in the world?

He confessed his sins to the new lord of Iphwangseong, who was at the peak of his power. He had even shaken off great obscurity by winning the Murim Alliance’s opening ceremony.

Swish.

He put both hands together and raised his fist.

Even though it is customary not to bow, he lowered his head all the way.

He was born into a noble family and had eliminated the arrogance that came with being a high-ranking official. He lowered his posture as if he were addressing the former empress dowager.

“The boundless vastness of Shaanxi has become the paradise of Sima Weidao. The destruction of the Jongnam clan is such a painful thing. If you want to survive as an official, there is no other way… … .”

Swish!

A dark current of air flowed from one of Wang Wi-su’s ears. It was the embodiment of a noble spirit.

A thread-like energy pulled from the abyss cuts through my ear and seeps into the blood.

“Don’t pollute the ears of the one in front of you. It will feel the same.”

Baek Mi-ryeo stretched out her pure white fingers and brought them together, while Wang Wi-su’s excuse turned into a scream.

Even though he was groaning and twisting his body with the groaning Chugwan at his side, the guards did not rush in. This was because the King’s staff had shown extreme respect.

“What is this… … .”

The chieftain in navy blue uniform standing at the entrance to the guest house muttered in confusion. A scene completely opposite to what he had expected unfolded.

I thought we would share a drink, but all I got was blood. There was nothing I could do in the first place, among the masters who were hard to approach.

In the sunlight that shines so brightly that it is almost indifferent.

They had to be arrested one by one.

* * *

What should have been happening originally gained momentum following the bloodshed.

The branch chief and the officer were locked in the basement of the guest house. It was almost like a prison. They had to meet the Gwibaek Shingeom who had no arms.

Meanwhile, Shin So-bin and Kang Chang-moo brought various documents.

These are scrolls that record the activities of the officials of the West Anbu, and they were stolen by intruders who broke into the government office and stole them.

The faces of the branch manager and the officer who had completely grasped the situation turned pale.

What was his behavior like in front of the Emperor?

There was no room for excuses. Their expressions were rigid, fearful that they might end up beheaded if they continued to spout sophistry.

“It’s not just one guy, but a whole bunch of them, so it would be a hassle to execute them immediately. I heard there were complaints from my classmates anyway. Eunuch Myeong-yeo has been completely removed from office.”

Cheongmyeong, crouching on the musty basement floor, spoke as if talking to himself.

“Rather, kill me! If you just release the demon blood, I will commit suicide!”

They took advantage of the ranks bestowed by the emperor for personal gain and plotted to tyrannize the people. The serious crimes of the officials of the Xi’an government did not end with their beheading.

The laws of the Great Ming Dynasty were extremely strict, and it was a matter that was to be dealt with by the necks of three generations of the family. The moment the matter was reported to Beijing, the entire family might be punished.

Wang Wei-shu requested that everything be buried at the cost of his own life.

But the timing wasn’t good.

They have already been pushed out of the spotlight by Magwangikju.

“What should I do? It’s beyond my authority.”

Cheongmyeong smiled brightly.

Above their heads, on the first floor of the guest house.

After finishing the interrogation of the Gwibaeksin Sword, Baek Mi-ryeo reported to Jeong Yeon-shin with blood dripping from her fingertips.

“It won’t be easy. Jongnam’s disciple Jeong Hye… … .”

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju felt extremely weak. His whole body seemed to be gradually sagging.

It was a very serious backlash, even though I didn’t let my colleagues know about it. It was enough to make me painfully aware of the shortcomings of the explosive martial arts that emphasized short-term decisive battles.

Immediately after the government delegation was detained, the communication that came in through the blood-blood-supplying Jinmyeongjo and the secret ship of Iphwangseong was also a problem.

[In the text of the Paegeomjong, the leader of the Paegeomjong clan leaves the office. He is moving south alone. His subordinates cannot keep up with him.]

[In the central part of Shaanxi, the first apostle of the Blood Flame Sect appears. He is moving north with a fearsome lightness.]

[In the center, the first sword of Shaanxi Fengshangbu and Yeolingju appears. The first horse of Shaanxi, Wei Gexiang, destroys the Hwasanpa Plum Blossom Sword Formation and escapes.]

[Hwasan Jangmunin, Seonghwageomsin (瑆華劍神) Yulhanangrang (律霞娘娘)) descends the mountain holding Jahashin sword.]

‘You have to be prepared for anything. Whether it’s recovering or making a fourth sword.’

He is worthy of being pitted against the masters above, but he was born with the destiny to break the limits of that naturalness.

The island is an arena for battles between the great powers.

It was a situation where I didn’t know when I would face other masters.

‘I need to come up with a plan for the next swordsmanship of Geomryeoseomryungsik. A swordsmanship that won’t strain the body.’

There are quite a few things that come to mind.

Up until now, there have been countless elements that could serve as inspiration for Jeong Yeon-shin.

Rumors about the true martial arts traditions like Shaolin and Wudangpa, various principles of martial arts heard from Iphwangseong’s blood relatives and seniors, or even the occasional gust of wind brushing against my skin.

The upper body of the mind, glowing white, whispered to him, “There is nothing impossible for you.”

‘That’s right. You should be the only one to say that.’

As I was organizing the inspirations that were flashing through my head, I looked at Baek Mi-ryeo’s lips.

“hmm……?”

Suddenly, it felt like lightning had struck Jeongsu-ri Baekhoe. Immediately after the thrilling feeling, Jeongyeonshin’s vision tilted to the side.

At the same time, my vision became blurry. It was accompanied by Baek Mi-ryeo’s screams that were muffled in my ears.

-Island!

* * *

Ahre Jeon, Ma Gwang-ik Hall.

The young lady of the Murim Alliance became quite friendly with the nameless disciples of Ma Gwang-ik. Her friendliness, which made her smile as she approached them while practicing the Gwangye-gyeol, played a big part.

Ip Hwang-seong was a belligerent bulwark. It was inevitable from birth. There were frequent instances of conflicts being resolved through fighting in a martial arts field called Muwol-ram.

Because it is a martial arts group of martial artists who catch and kill martial artists.

The children readily accepted the example of So-Jeo, who stood up to their seniors.

Naturally, they often talked about their major interests.

The children crowded into the training ground had a lot to say to the beautiful and powerful guest.

Since the Lord of Iphwangseong approved and brought it into the main castle, there was no doubt that it would be harmful to my lord.

“If the reason why Daeju Arabeoni doesn’t succeed Maga… … isn’t it because there’s no need to? With that face, that age, and that martial arts, even the Lord cherishes him, so what could he regret? Also, Maga’s side has a designated successor. His name is Masain. He’s called Sunhyeop (盾俠) now.”

“I’m pretty close with Daeju hyung.”

“He’s a good guy! It’s his mother who’s the problem.”

Yes, that’s right. They talked among themselves and nodded. It was just after they had finally given Ye So-jo a rough idea of their destination.

“Mother?”

“I persecuted the Great Lord because I was incompetent. I heard that there was a big problem last time, and now I’m locked up in the corner of Maga. I’m a collateral member of the royal family. My name is Joo Yeon-jeong.”

“Joo Yeon-jeong… …?”

That afternoon.

The right arm of Lady Juyeonjeong, who was leaning against the spacious pavilion, was blown away. A loud scream spread along with the sunset of Iphwangseong.

At that moment, the black prosthetic hand of the Tang Dynasty Magaju fell like a ray of light and deflected Ye So-jeo’s sword.

So the second attempt ended in failure.

She glanced at the other person’s face and showed no sign of any regret.

With a gait that was hard to tell whether he was running away or taking a walk, he walked away gently, with only the hem of his shirt sleeve ripped off by Marjin’s magic. Marjin also didn’t bother to hold on to him.

“It is as the Lord of the Castle instructed. You said you were the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance, but it is hard to guess your true intentions.”

“How stupid. There is no one in the world as simple as me.”

That was the end of it.

Yes, the young lady disappeared from the original city of Iphwangseong without a trace.