Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 283

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Only then.

There was a loud thud and a cloud of dust rose.

In an instant, four corpses, each headless, were scattered about.

The dry wind that blew occasionally mixed with the yellow-colored gale that swept over their bodies.

The air currents swirling in dozens of directions in one place seemed to flash dull teeth.

The wilderness was emptied of silence until Magwangikju withdrew his hand.

Chaenggrang.

The four swords fell to the dirt floor, covered in dust as if they had never been used as a means of divine skill.

Only the scholar who was standing alone grabbed his sword and looked at Ma Gwang-ik-ju with an expression of disbelief.

“… … .”

The figures at the top of the gallbladder froze. They were completely rigid.

The guards were just whispering to each other as if they would be alarmed if they raised their voices.

The voices trembled thinly. What is it, a sword? Wasn’t there something more serious? The Shingeomdan, that Magwangikju…? Crazy, crazy…!

Even the person who was singing the song was silent. He moved his sparkling eyes with a cleverness.

The gaze that scanned the intruders was filled with astonishment. Soon, the face began to turn to despair.

“What are you?”

Suddenly a girl in black robes walked out of the dust.

She stood next to Magwangikju and stared at him intently, her short black hair swaying slightly with her exaggerated breathing.

He was very funny. His face showed the playfulness of a child.

“I feel for the Myungryudae, but why did you suddenly become so fast? This isn’t your normal lightness. I was sweating bullets trying to keep up with you.”

“Are you out of breath?”

“I was so absorbed in looking at her back. Her footwork was so beautiful.”

The eyes were brightly curved. There was an exaggerated difference in the pitch and tone of voice.

Ma Gwang-ik-ju and Jeong Yeon-shin tried hard not to turn their heads toward her. It was as if they were joking around to a grandmother they had never seen before.

He was a senior who was always acting like a fool with a young face. He kept talking about competitors.

‘I’m glad Senior Jin is here.’

There are three black ones in the Imperial Palace. They are a fearsome force that can be considered invincible, but since we have never experienced it ourselves, it doesn’t feel real.

This was especially true because one of them was Iphwangsinchang, who was known for his bizarre behavior.

We needed someone to hold the center.

Fortunately, there was a new blood demon. Senior Jin, the blood-sucking master, was one of the most trustworthy black magicians I’ve ever seen.

The unmanned, unseen world of perfection. All aspects were comparable to a garment without a trace of stitching. The scene before my eyes was like that.

“The Mo Jun-pyeong (牟埈枰) of the Damgeuk Sangdan has come to see the noble ancestors of Iphwangseong.”

The subject raised both hands in a dignified manner.

Sarak.

The smooth yellow sleeves flowed down. The body was imbued with dignity.

Even his voice became calm, as if he was asking when he would ever show off his joy by tarnishing the dignity of the Emperor.

He thoroughly concealed his words and actions of offering the White Warrior of the Mingryu Corps, who was in charge of intelligence, to Zhuge Liang.

“I acknowledge that this is a situation in which there is no room for excuses. Therefore, I would like to propose a deal.”

It was said that merchants in troubled times were those who were skilled in dealing with the world.

To accumulate wealth and gather warriors in times of famine, one must possess a fierce and courageous temperament.

The target, Mo Junpyeong, was someone who had been chosen by the Zhuge family in Shanxi. There was no way he would give up his life so easily.

The target, Mo Jun-pyeong, opened his mouth again. He was looking at the young Jeong Yeon-shin’s face as if he was pleading.

“It seems that you have found out about the affairs of Shanxi. You can use me to bring Zhuge Shizuo to reverse course. The government office in Shanxi is gradually losing its power. This is not the friendly land of the government that you used to walk on.”

A clear and pleasant voice rang out.

As Jeong Yeon-shin and Ak Soo-rim stared blankly, the cold sweat between their smooth eyebrows grew thicker, and the corners of their smiling lips revealed fear of beings that would be difficult to resist.

It was more extreme than ever before.

“However, if this body supports you, before the Zhuge Shizu appears… .”

The man who had made contact with the Zhuge family and had the world under his control continued speaking. He seemed to have already realized that he had dipped one foot into the river of the Three Paths.

The voice, stringing the syllables together like a song, seemed to be running away from death.

It was a moment.

He seemed unaware of the shadow that passed him by so darkly.

The servants and bodyguards who surrounded the area with a sunshade drawn were also like that.

Kwak.

Five pure white fingers wrapped around the target’s crown. The hand looked unusually pale, with blue veins running through it.

The air above the back of their hands was strangely still, and no one reacted until a cool hand suddenly touched them.

It was only when Mo Jun-pyeong opened his eyes wide as if they were going to tear apart and strained his neck.

His head was pulled out.

Kwajik – Pwahwak!

The flesh was torn roughly. The blood that had spurted out in a bright red color continued with a violent texture. The subject’s story seemed to have changed into the sound of gentle rain.

The blood drops scattered in all directions filled the wilderness with silence for a moment, and the head that had been carelessly dragged up was thrown away like a piece of worthless trash.

Swish.

The figure who had shaken off his arm put his hand back into his bosom. It was a very desperate and desperate Boshin Gyeong and Geumnasu.

He was a tall, slender man, covered in black robes, and his appearance and temperament reminded one of a bat with its wings folded in an elegant manner.

“Ip Hwang Seong does not negotiate with the enemy.”

The voice of the new blood demon, Jin Myeong-jo, was smooth and cool.

* * *

Even the escort warriors of the upper ranks were annihilated.

There was no mercy in the hands of the Blood Prince. He killed everyone except the closest confidants of the target.

The way he absentmindedly touched the blood on the back of the necks of those who had thrown away their swords and fallen to their knees was enough to make one feel their humanity.

It was like a sword sharpened by frost.

It was the spirit of a general with a clear distinction between the two. Jeong Yeon-shin accepted it that way.

“It seems like Senior Jin got his hands dirty by himself. I should have helped him out.”

He said.

The blood-stained man shook his head slightly. He was wiping his bloodless hands on a cloth. It was as if he was erasing something unclean.

“That’s a pointless story. There’s no way a black man would do something like this to the youngest of the Wonpyeongil Prosecutor’s Office.”

It was a voice with no fluctuations in tone.

Jeongyeon Shin was amazed.

“I learn the duties of a senior from the Lord of Blood. I will show the same conduct to my juniors in the future.”

“…okay.”

Even the silence was cool. The way the aerodynamic waves were pushed to the limit was also cool.

The new blood demon demon routinely demonstrated the state of returning to the truth.

A state where he didn’t show any powerful martial arts at all. Not even a single strand of his spirit or energy was connected. That’s why it was hard to gauge his limits.

The white warrior with the literary style standing nearby looked at Jeong Yeon-shin strangely.

It was a gaze that the Tang Ma Gwang-ik Ju would always receive from his family. It was the same every time he showed his incompetence in a promotion exam or something like that.

A warrior dressed as a scholar said.

“My name is Han Jin. In the Gongye family, my name is Go Jin. I have received the grace of salvation from many great lords.”

The lottery ticket that was being raised once again was polite. Even the sound of the hem of the dress being folded sounded neat.

I thought that he looked very good in disguise as a scholar, and that he would be a good fit to become a tutor to a princess in a prestigious family.

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“Because I sent the messenger regularly and on time. You saved four people.”

“I will tell the official in charge of the office who can vouch for your identity. How should I tell him?”

“The General Headquarters has already taken action on that.”

Aksurim, who had been looking at Jeongyeonshin with a faint smile, lifted his backpack.

It was natural to shrug one’s small shoulders in the midst of the bloody smell.

“Because we have to hide the prince until we kill the head of the Zhuge Family. The Black Three are a force that no one else has. We also have to keep an eye on the Anyang First Kwon who might be with them, and the Thirteen Heavenly Heaven who might be connected.”

The story had already been told. She continued.

“Seomye is now the young head of the Il-in-jeon-seung Hyeoncheon-mun (懸玔門). Her name is Geom-un-bi (劍雲飛). She was the one who defeated the Nokrim bandits that Mr. Ko encountered on his way to take the civil service exam. They have been in contact since becoming friends.”

“I understand. I greet you, Your Majesty.”

Han Jin of Myeongryu University and Go Jin of Gongya Se Ga have raised the stakes again.

Because of the clean atmosphere he had, his sly demeanor also came across as neat. He was an odd character.

While Jeong Yeon-shin nodded somewhat bewilderedly, Aksurim opened his mouth.

“Seomye is staying in seclusion at Gongya Sega. Try not to show yourself and focus only on helping the Grand Princess win. Bohyeol and I will move around and check the surroundings. If we go on a joint mission, it would be right for the youngest to use the comfortable bed.”

“The problem is whether Gongya Se-ga will accept the wild man named Geomwoonbi… … .”

It was when Jeongyeonshin trailed off. At that moment, Aksurim gently reached out and stroked the ends of his hair.

The sound of black hair rubbing against the tips of her fingers was playful. As the current Ma Gwang-ik-ju blushed and stepped aside, a line formed on her lips.

“You are a black man who deserves to be acknowledged by any man. You can do whatever you want within the mission.”

“Did you say I was doing whatever I wanted?”

“Yeah! Our island girl takes care of it. The other black ones change their escort missions to the mission of destroying the enemy clan. They say they don’t need to protect them, so why not? Well, of course they get punished… but it doesn’t really help. Everyone else is like that. That’s where black is.”

“I decided to follow the example of Senior Jin, the Bloodthirsty Lord. That won’t happen again.”

The words of the adult Jeongyeonshin were serious. The corners of Aksurim’s mouth twitched faintly.

“Yes, yes. Anyway, the Zhuge Family will not show up at official events. It would be useless to attract attention with the vision of a monk. The Menghui has started to be organized in its own way.”

“Are you talking about the Murim Alliance?”

“Yeah. At least they’re not the idiots who are reluctant to join forces because the wealth of the Palgaju has been dragged out by the hands of the Iphwangseong Daeju, right? Because the banner of opposing Iphwangseong has been blurred by the alliance between Geomseong and Jegalga. Those who could interfere with the attack on Jegalgaju have all left by the evening… … .”

“He too will have to take care of himself.”

“I’ll quietly send a message to the winner of the non-competition whose qualifications have been verified. Tell him where to come out. It’s difficult to open a new branch of the original Daemun sect.”

“Is there a reason why the General Office specifically chose the Grand Princess of the Gongya family?”

“Firstly, there is only one Shanxi martial arts school that has the white color of its nature infiltrating it, and secondly, it is a strong candidate to win the Non-Woo Competition.”

“Your qualifications are certain.”

Jeongyeonshin thought of a monkey sitting on Taesa’s throne.

“Yeah, maybe? There’s a strong competitor, but I heard he’s having a hard time finding a place to stay.”

“Who are you?”

“He’s the master of the Owol Daesalmun (旿月大殺門). He’s said to be a great and charming scholar, but like all Salmun, he’s usually nowhere to be found. His nickname is Salhyeop (殺俠). He only kills martial artists who harass the common people.”

“I guess I have to drop someone like that because of the mission.”

Magwangikju took the success of the mission as a foregone conclusion.

Anyone who saw the light charge of the masters of Ma Gwang-ik who caused a stir would have thought so. It was a confidence that naturally arose.

“Then… I will go in alone. I will use the signal to detonate the Boryeongok. I will send it with a lot of force.”

“Yeah! Our Unbi, cheer up!”

“Good luck.”

I separated from my seniors who were in charge of scouting. I will reunite at the time of the decisive battle. I had to do that to keep the gaze of the peerless master at bay.

Aksurim and Jinmyeongjo encouraged their juniors with their own personalities and then moved away. The speed of the new blood extreme horse and the blood-blooded dragon was particularly fast.

It was so impressive that even Jeong Yeon-shin, the creator of the Shili Gwangyo, saw it. It was said that he was born with a noble bloodline, and it was a treasured spirit that reminded him of the Seven Sages.

“let’s go.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Jeong Yeon-shin set foot on Pyongyang-bu in Shanxi Province. Gong Ye-se was with an aide who pretended to be the Grand Princess’ tutor.

For a while, I had to become the Hyeoncheonmunju Geomunbi. Until just before I could drag out Jegalgaju.

Sabak.

Behind the footsteps of the two people, the ground was left stained black.

The corpses steaming under the sunlight of the wilderness were eerie.

The moment the red blood inside their bodies seeped into the dirt, it turned black. Just like the ambition of survival of the fittest that their bloodlines had created.

* * *

Half a day later.

Jeong Yeon-sin arrived at Gongye Se-ga in Shanxi.

It was a place where old-fashioned pavilions stood along the transparent sunlight. Even at first glance, the magnificent manor had a refreshing feel to it.

Maybe it was because the location was good. Maybe it was because the people in the family had outstanding energy.

“Who’s there!”

A male and female warrior were guarding the gate. They were wearing red martial arts uniforms that were brightly lit by the sunlight.

The man on the left was holding a very thick silver spear, and the woman on the right was holding a very large sword and leaning on the ground.

The flowing line from his shoulder to his arm highlighted his equally well-toned muscles.

A stern aura radiated from his entire body. The black hair that flowed down his back was shaking on its own.

The family tradition seemed strict. They did not neglect internal or external affairs.

That’s the extent of a single gatekeeper.

It was an amazing sight. It was enough to gauge the power of the Gongya family.

‘I neglected Hye-ah’s words. People really need to be humble.’

Jeongyeonshin’s eyebrows rose as she walked towards the front door.

I had just given up on my expectations of what was outside of the palace, but it seemed I was completely mistaken. The Grand Duchess would have been several levels above the gatekeepers.

That’s okay. It was quite encouraging.

“oh!”

Gojin, who was walking beside me, waved happily. He seemed to be acquainted with the guards, so it seemed like there was no need for unnecessary fuss.

As famines continue, the boundaries between the aristocratic groups become more intense. It was a good start.

“Your Highness! Your Highness! Why are you here?”

He shouted at the gatekeepers.