Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 257

Ascension (7)

It was said that Samhwachwijeong’s internal energy utilization ability was at its peak.

That was the meaning of the union of the spirit and the mind. The internal energy follows the speed of the mind. It was a state that troubled the spirit of the spirit who had to live in the world of super-ascension.

‘Stupid people are strangely fast.’

There was a limit to how quickly the best players could come out. I realized this painfully when I almost got killed by the Guibaixin Sword and the best horse in Shaanxi.

If there were no variables such as Baekseogun’s sword or Sanggeuk air power, there would be a high probability of defeat. The martial arts they had accumulated were that thick.

The constant activation of the Hwan-gang during battle was the solution that Jeong Yeon-shin initially came up with.

A technique to obtain lightning by colliding opposing energies using the magic of the magic circle. The name was given by the Blue Kirin.

The first step is to use it consistently. If you always have a trigger tension, you don’t have to worry about the casting speed of the final blow. Your combat responsiveness will increase tremendously.

I trained for this.

The characteristics of the palm’s small, large, and medium blood vessels were changed. The elasticity of the blood vessels and veins was increased through the Jeonggadonggong. The power of repetition was enormous.

What seemed impossible became possible after a month.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more the burden on the body increased. It was a reasonable price for Jeongyeonshin, who sought a short-term decisive battle.

It could also greatly reduce the noise level. It was useful for ambush attacks.

‘I was foolish. There was a reason why everyone did the same thing.’

There was no mistake in the Four Books and Three Classics that Ip Hwang-shin-hyeop spoke of so often. Jeong Yeon-shin reflected on this once again.

As expected, a person must be humble. Just like the mindset he has maintained so far.

“… … .”

One move was creating silence.

Silence spread everywhere. The rare piles of snow shone unusually white.

The cold winter wind silently blew through the grass and spread out, and in an instant it reached beyond the hill where the fight was taking place.

Jang Soon-il, who was standing awkwardly behind Jeong Yeon-shin, took a deep breath.

The young man who threw the window seemed to doubt his own eyes.

Soon, a look of bewilderment appeared from the way he lowered his right hand. The fighting spirit disappeared without a trace.

He opened his mouth with difficulty.

“The siege here… is the tightest.”

“What?”

“If you come here, it won’t work.”

He answers as if he is talking to himself, facing backwards. He lets out a groan-like voice, but he cannot meet Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

Now the nearby mountain range has turned into a huge battlefield.

The Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik Ju was a terrifying variable. It could have been anyone in Taebaek Mountain. It would have been a disaster to those who did not know Jeong Yeon Shin’s identity.

The young singer felt incomprehensible at the sight of the boy in black robe carrying a bundle behind his back with both hands.

That was because he couldn’t interpret the method at all. His voice trembled without him realizing it.

“If you come, you must not come… …!”

“What are you talking about! Time is of the essence! If we continue like this, we will all be wiped out!”

The angry voice came closer in an instant. It seemed to be that of a senior member of the sect that used the spear.

At the same time, a woman’s long laughter rang out.

Words like “It’s trivial” and “Things that are worthless are talking to you” spread ominously on the transparent wind.

Even the smell of blood was lingering in the air.

‘Sapa is fighting Sapa.’

Jeongyeonshin turned around quietly. Her whole body’s airway was sharp and still.

Jang Soon-il, who had been opening his mouth slightly, flinched.

“let’s go.”

“Oh, yes, yes! Are your hands okay?”

“It’s just a little bit cool.”

His companion was a mountain boy. Since he was the same age and not an uninhabited island, Jeong Yeon-shin’s speech became lighter.

It felt more comfortable to deal with Yoo Hyeon than to be coldly criticized by the Gang Ho people.

“Let’s go. It’s getting annoying to stay here.”

“Huh? Huh?”

He grabbed Jang Soon-il by the waist and lifted him onto his shoulder like a load.

This was possible because as the limbs grew, the shoulders also broadened slightly.

I felt proud all over again. It was to the point where my colleagues, who used to tease me about things like the incompatibility of my chopsticks, seemed to be forgiving for a moment.

I glanced back at the young man with the window open.

“you.”

“hmm…….”

The guest who had become the enemy’s right flinched. He was in a state of panic, but he threw a knife at me at first sight. I could see how he had survived.

Even if he received a proper counterattack, he would have nothing to say. Wouldn’t he meet his end at the hands of the Seven Sado who were brilliantly unleashing the energy of the Mara Hong Blood Attack from afar?

She licked her lips at him.

“If you come this way, you will die.”

“… … !”

Jeong Yeon-shin turned her head and stepped forward.

‘The new law of wind god.’

Hwaaaaak!

A wave of wind exploded from the Yongcheon point on the sole of his foot. As soon as he kicked the ground, the noises behind him mixed together and disappeared into the distance.

Only then did they notice the change on this side. The Saihan wave began to stir belatedly.

* * *

A bright sunny noon.

It was called Taebaeksan because it wears white clothes all year round.

There is no peak of the nearby Jinling Mountains that is not covered with snow all year round, and it was so sacred that poets and scholars such as Du Fu and Li Bai visited and left behind their writings. The same goes for the mountain range next to Chilnyeo Peak.

Ugh.

A palanquin was placed on top of a white peak.

A handsome man with a scholarly look was sitting there, even though his eyes were squinted. Next to him, a taciturn swordsman was staring blankly down at him.

“Is it really necessary to go through this much trouble?”

She asked.

“He is someone who must be killed. There is no one more dangerous than him in the current martial arts world.”

The man answered with the corners of his lips raised. He rolled the long box with his fingers. A refreshing herbal scent spread faintly.

“hmm.”

“The growth rate is ridiculous. Everyone who deals with information must be thinking the same way. The world is so vast that the importance and accuracy of rumors vary greatly.”

The man’s speech was strange. It had a certain melody, like a song. The elegance in his voice was strange.

The swordsman glanced at the wooden box he was carrying.

‘A thousand years of sewage… … .’

She opened her mouth again.

“Even if Seomye’s martial arts skills are outstanding… … Hasn’t it only been about a year since she came to prominence? Wouldn’t it be better to focus on the younger sect leader of the Myunggyo? I heard that many of the Sejaks in Xinjiang were discovered and killed.”

The man laughed languidly.

“I guess you didn’t see the last urgent report that those three vassals sent. It said that Ip Hwang Seong Suncheon Ik was annihilated. Suncheon Ik Ju Ha Do Woon died a very miserable death. No matter what the means were, how could we regard those who accomplished such feats as mere buds?”

“Suncheonik… …! How can a famous school with no teeth be like that?”

“They say he is well-versed in sorcery, so he may have reached a high level early on. They say that the system of sorcery and martial arts he possesses is very mysterious. Anyway, since this is Shaanxi, let’s get back to the main topic. The island.”

The man continued speaking, putting the box he was holding into his bosom.

“He was originally the target of the Blood Flame Cult’s attention. After looking into it, I heard that he possesses magical martial arts, and judging from the fact that no one from Ip Hwang Seong has ever shown it before, it seems to be a solo martial arts. He is truly an astonishing talent. From Sacheon Seong to the Martial Arts Alliance, and even here in Shaanxi. I don’t know how many times I’ve looked through his documents… … .”

“It was a good thing that you put a chimney in the sword. But was it really necessary to inform the Blood Flame Cult? I heard that many factions have split since the Blood Flame Cult leader became a hermit. Aren’t the current Blood Demons uncontrollable?”

“They say that Isado was the one who started the rebellion. They said that Ilsado is leading the way and cleaning things up. Even if the religious order is in disarray, there should be no problem crushing one new black person.”

The female lieutenant’s fingertips lightly scratched the armrest as she spoke as if in a monologue. Her movements were as delicate as her intuition and strategy.

He opened his lips again.

“The rumor that the Sword Master is coming is not just a rumor. It is said that he is very angry. Well, how much more so, when he lost his nanny to a junior who was far behind him.”

“It’s good that you made Seomye’s nephew like that. It seems that Jeilma Wigeuksang has properly obeyed his orders. However, would the Great Lord of Iphwangseong come all the way here just to spread rumors about Hasuo? The moment he sets foot on Taebaeksan, he’ll be half dead… … .”

“Didn’t you leave one root behind on purpose? The Magwangikju will definitely come.”

The lieutenant continued speaking.

“I’ve looked into his activities so much that I feel like he’s my close friend, but I know he’s not the type to turn his back on his blood relatives. The only thing we have to worry about is… … that mysterious ‘rise’ that’s unique to a monster with incredible strength.”

“Taebaek Mountain, created by the Soryongju, is nothing but a hell of a world. Don’t worry.”

The swordsman spoke slowly. His words were filled with the wisdom of a mid-level martial artist.

* * *

Night has fallen.

The darkness that greeted us in the mountains was unusually thick.

As it had been from the beginning, the quiet mountain embraced even the occasional rustling sound, and the two boys’ eyes turned pitch black.

Was it because the silence that Jeongyeonshin slept with every night was like Jeonggadonggong? The silence that was hard to break was like a mother’s embrace.

Knock. Knock.

The Samadhi evolution that occurred in his hands put out the bonfire.

Jang Soon-il didn’t stop him in particular. He had just learned of his companion’s inaction.

It was clear that he was a rare strength even in the chaotic Taebaek Mountains. He would be considered a god of death even by the most noble warriors.

“… … .”

We sat across from each other across the campfire.

Jang Soon-il, who had been bowing his head for a while, raised his head.

“Can I ask you something?”

“say.”

“Why do you want to obtain the Thousand-Year Hasuo? They say that if you eat it and practice properly, you will gain incredible power, but you are already quite strong. I have never heard of such a skill. It is truly terrifying.”

“My nephew is sick.”

“ah…….”

The quick-witted mountain boy’s mouth opened slightly. It was a face that had heard something he had not expected.

“What about you? Why are you trying to eat dirt?”

Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.

“My family was wiped out by the Sapa bastards. When I came home, all I found were corpses.”

“… … .”

Jang Soon-il spoke calmly.

“It’s common these days. They come to collect tribute even though they’re not government officials, and since there’s no food, they point their swords at the people. They took out their anger on them during the famine. They’re going to find them and take revenge. If it’s the soil where the Thousand-Year-Old Hasoo lived, I’m sure there’s a lot of energy in it.”

It was a tone of voice that seemed like someone was telling someone else’s story.

Ma Gwang-ik-ju gazed blankly at Jang Soon-il.

“Do you know which sect they are from?”

“I don’t know. Are they wandering beggars like ronin, or are they sons of bitches from noble families who have properly learned the art of swordsmanship? Since we are mortal enemies, we will eventually meet each other. It can’t be otherwise.”

The boy muttered.

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly thought of the Blood Flame Cult and the Sword of the Paekgeomjong.

‘They say the Blood Flame Cult is running rampant.’

I don’t wonder why Chilsado is here.

After receiving her favor, I didn’t know how to treat her. That was the only thing I cared about. Kang-ho’s favor was like the torrential currents in the Yangtze River, swirling around in an opaque manner.

Now I understand. After becoming deeply involved with a character who embodies both grace and resentment.

‘… If it weren’t for you, I would have died in Myeonggongdo. Along with everyone else.’

My uncle, Hwanikdae, and Ma Gwangik’s benefactor are evil people. What should I do?

That was when.

“You use fire.”

“You seem quite confident.”

It was a man and a woman’s voice, echoing from the darkness outside the campfire.

Damn it.

The sound of footsteps continued without pause.

The outlines of two people walking together were visible. They seemed to be coming in, completely bathed in the soft glow of the campfire.

The pure white uniforms stood out against the night air. It was a very mysterious color.

Their faces were immediately revealed.

They were twins. The siblings looked exactly alike.

He had long, blue-white hair that clearly showed his inner strength, and his face, with its unusually distinct lines, had an authoritative air.

His somewhat exotic appearance was very striking.

“oh.”

An exclamation escaped the woman’s mouth. It was right after her eyes met Jeongyeonshin’s.

“I didn’t know you could make eye contact here. There’s no other reincarnation of Jinna Ban-ak. My younger brother doesn’t know.”

“I also studied and know. Don’t pretend to be the only one who knows the history and situation of this land. Anyway, wouldn’t it be better to look for a fruit cart rather than a spirit? Anyone with that face would throw food to you.”

The twin men quoted the proverb “half evil.”

The tone was flat. It was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or sincere.

“Are you good at using a knife?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked.

The white-haired man opened his lips indifferently.

“The recommended method is the original method. More importantly, can we share the bonfire? Our internal energy is not enough to light a fire, and we have lost our servants… I have no intention of forcing you to do so.”

“We are different from the strong people here. We value courtesy and reason over the survival of the fittest. If you refuse, we will back down.”

The woman said, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Jeongyeonshin blinked for a moment. She had not expected to encounter such words and actions on the battlefield.

“My older sister is Bukgung Rin (北宮麟), and I am Bukgung Hou (北宮侯). I come from the place you call the Ice Palace. Should I give you my full name?”

Bukgunghou asked while standing still.

Jeongyeonshin silently looked at their faces.

Although he said he would back down if I refused, he didn’t seem to think he would be rejected. The confidence in his demeanor was evident.

The temperament of the rulers. It was an atmosphere I had felt at the main temple of the Blood Flame Cult. It seemed as if they had no intention of rubbing dry branches to make fire.

“You are disturbing my thoughts. If you don’t turn it off, you should know how to strike a bell.”

Jeongyeon Shin blurted out her true feelings. Indifference was evident in her voice.

It was a place where there was no Iphwang Shinhyeop to package the words and actions of the Great Leader.

The land was filled with all kinds of martial artists, but Ma Gwang-ik-ju was sitting there alone, sullen.