Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 288

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Most of the Shanxi martial arts sects were unable to attend the martial arts alliance held in Shaanxi.

They were not knowledgeable enough to recognize the false identity of the Iphwangseong’s Ma Gwang-ikju.

The world was so vast, and even the most famous masters would often have their reputations altered in various ways if they missed a castle.

Even in the case of Iphwangsinchang Aksurim, in some local martial arts communities, there were rumors that he was a five-year-old child and that he was a wrinkled old woman.

The thirteen thousand apostles, the nine great gate sects, and the eight great generations.

There was no sect of great fame in Shanxi Province.

Although it was a land as large as a small country, it was close to a barren wasteland. Compared to the vastness of the world, it was like that.

An environment where a strong military will not tolerate the sprouting of a counter-revolution.

The martial artists of Shanxi lived in their own world. Fierce plots, backroom negotiations, secret plundering, and ceaseless martial arts training…

They were busy trying to find food and raise money during the famine.

It was a time when it had to be that way. As the owner of a fertile land, he used a scarecrow as a substitute for the sword and drove away people rather than birds.

And he enjoyed the elegance of a noble family. He tasted delicacies during famine years, collected famous paintings, and invited celebrities from all walks of life as his guests.

Kwakwakwakwang! Tsk tsk!

A banquet hall where a tremendous loud noise echoes for a long time.

It was likely that the bloodthirsty monsters would come attacking first, after the food.

You could tell by his appearance that he had been chased by something that was difficult to resist, and that his face was swollen from not eating properly.

They heard a rumor that a banquet was being held at the famous Gongya House and came to raid it.

The warriors who were so surprised that they pulled out their weapons were in no position to pay attention to the servants around them.

The Blood Flame Sect’s absorption method causes fatal loss of air power. I had no choice but to desperately raise my energy level.

The dust rising up from the banquet hall floor was evidence of their alertness.

The moment the fangs bit me even briefly, all the internal energy I had worked so hard to build up would be gone.

Since time that has passed will never return, even the small amount of energy gained through the morning ritual the day before yesterday is a treasure to martial artists.

As the nobles took their seats and began to form a defensive formation, the leaders of the various sects looked after their disciples.

The melee that was so anticipated.

It ended in one breath.

“Shin Kyung-min… …?”

One of the noblemen holding the sword muttered quickly.

Saaaaa―

Something like a comet suddenly circled the banquet hall, and a long trail of pale light dispersed.

The blood-splattering swords that had been blocking the path were shattered to pieces. Few people had the insight to properly see what had happened.

Is this really the aftereffect of a lightness spell that was cast once?

The constellations that had been buried in the sunlight seemed to have become clearly visible. It was a martial art that was hard to imagine in a land where bandits of the Green Forest who had mastered martial arts ran rampant.

Thump, thump.

The flesh that had shot high into the sky falls later.

Fragments of limbs from which even the blood had evaporated. It was a sight that was hard to see even after being hit by a wall-type bullet, which meant that the striking power of the blow had completely shattered the self-defense energy of the Blood Sect Swordsmen.

Movement in all directions stopped. This included both the attacking demons and the responding drones.

The children of the powerful families who were discussing the famous paintings stole glances at the ronin of the same age.

The many scholars who were discussing the strategy of Shanxi Province each expressed their astonishment with a gaze that surpassed the insight of their disciples.

It was just that the style was ingrained in me, so it wasn’t really noticeable.

Sarak.

The banquet hall where the nerves of the mind begin.

The end of her dark sleeve brushed the table. Jeong Yeon-shin’s fingers, which had returned to their original position, broke through the silence and grabbed the glass.

He lifted his glass towards the old lady of the Shanxi region, who was standing there blankly.

“They say that bandits who lose their leader become a rabble.”

“… … .”

“The bloodthirsty ones are not like that. Their roots are in the doctrine, not the leader. We can’t leave the rest alone, so get moving right away.”

Now, Jeong Yeon-shin’s words were soaked with experience. The sarcastic remarks that mocked Gwiil-tae, who had put the fundamentals into his mouth, came across as transparent.

No Kang-ho, who has experienced many battles with the face of a nobleman despite being a ronin, speaks the words that only he can.

Hyuncheonmunju Geomunbi. Anyone who looked at it would see that it was a strange character.

Gwiiltae, who had a bear-like body and was moving his mouth like a lynx, met my gaze silently. His sharp eyes seemed to have deep shadows.

He is a great prince of a great martial arts family. Even though he may not have much knowledge of martial arts, his eye for people is not like that. He is not one of the common third-rate scoundrels in the martial arts world.

This person, who was nothing more than a pawn who brought shame to the Gongye family, is mocking the eldest son of the Shanxi Gui family, so I can’t open my mouth to respond.

Gwiiltae slowly turned around. It was after he realized that he had come across an unexpected expert.

There is nothing to gain from fighting such a strong opponent on the battlefield. If you show your temper, you may end up like the Bloody Sword that has been shattered into pieces.

‘A master worthy of shaking hands with the master… ‘

While the Huashan faction and the Pei Jian faction exist in Shaanxi, the Gongye family and the Gui family are the most powerful families in Shanxi.

Even if there is a large gap between regional powerhouses, it means that when you reach the level of Gaju, you are an extremely strong master.

If the inaction of the Black Cloud Rain is to that extent, then it is inevitable that a chill will run down your spine. Because what he said earlier was close to abusive language.

Gwiiltae guessed why his head wasn’t blown off. He couldn’t think of anything else besides the guess that it was because of his status.

As a guest of the Gongya family, who are known for their Baekdo orthodoxy, I cannot break the neck of an honored guest with just a few words.

Sling.

I pulled out the sword. It was a position where I had to follow the ronin’s words.

‘The Gongya family has gained wings. This is a big deal.’

As he advanced toward the blood demons who had lost their blood swords, Gwiiltae hardened his lips.

was the head of the Shanxi Guiga family. What happened at this banquet had to be taken seriously.

* * *

There were no casualties.

Although a melee broke out, all the attendants survived.

This is because a nameless ronin played the role of a decisive weapon in the Battle of Bangpa.

He annihilated the enemy’s vanguard and shattered their morale. He remained in his seat until the end of the battle, only looking after the safety of the people.

If the time comes, he will once again show off his mysterious lightness.

There was a strange obsession in his slightly drooping eyes, and he seemed to care greatly about the lives of those doing odd jobs.

The movement of the gaze scanning the intestines was like that.

He didn’t even consider the noble families. It was as if he deeply sympathized with the situation of these mayflies in the martial arts world.

But still, he has achieved some meritorious feats.

Although there was some backlash, the Hyeoncheonmunju Geomunbi became a hot topic among the Shanxi aristocrats.

“You must have been born with extraordinary bloodlines like ours. Such outstanding qualities do not come from humble origins.”

“Can’t you tell just by looking at his appearance?”

“Looking at you, even Gongya Gaju seems a little surprised. If you are a ronin who has only recently set foot in this estate, then our family should try to persuade you by promising you power and treasure… .”

“A ronin? He is said to be the head of the Hyeoncheonmun Gate, a one-man legend. If you want to win over people, you must first have the right mindset.”

Despite the attack, the banquet did not end in one day. As the days passed, the feast became more and more grand.

It was almost like an event for the Gongye family to show off their power by acquiring a very powerful master.

The head of the household even invited Jeongyeonshin separately to have a drink with her. Even the news that Yeo-ryeong and Pae-geom-jong had clashed with the Murim Alliance seemed to be put on the back burner.

At that time, Jeong Yeon-shin received a letter from one of his servants.

―I hope to see you at Yeongamjeong (永暗亭) on the west side of the garden on the full moon day. If you take the step, you will never regret it.

Confidence oozes from his strokes.

The traces of deep aeronautics in the boldly engraved font seemed to speak to the writer’s character and level of martial arts.

It was different from the countless invitations that Jeongyeonshin had received in a short period of time.

“The smell of the temple is fragrant. It is used to send messages to important people, and it is paper made from the morning wood at Suwolmun. It says full moon on it, right? We were invited too.”

The boy spoke, leaning his upper body back slightly while carrying his luggage lightly on his back.

It seemed like he was trying hard not to look at the content, trying to be polite.

Beast.

He is the son of Gong Ya-se. He has been visiting the annex frequently since the banquet hall incident.

He was a cheerful boy with a bright smile who said he wanted to make her his older brother, but the sharp eyes characteristic of the Gongya clan would soften with admiration only when he saw Jeongyeonshin.

She resembled her older sister, Grand Princess Gong Ye-jeong, very much.

“I heard that Lord Suwolmun told our family leader that he would be absolutely safe.”

Gong Ya-jeong continued speaking with a strange expression.

“The head of the household has permitted my attendance. This is the boast of someone who has had a deep connection with the family since ancient times.”

Even after coming into contact with the martial arts displayed by Hyuncheonmunju Geomunbi, his words and actions were refined. From his posture, where he respectfully folded his hands, a firmness like a cliff flowed.

It was an atmosphere that made Jeongyeonshin think of a cliff. A stone bowl unmanned person who carved himself into a time of a different dimension. It was very distant.

Jeongyeonshin tried not to make eye contact with the Grand Duchess.

She was the one who touched his fundamental inferiority complex. In front of the stone that had to roll for a long time, the mayfly of Ip Hwang-seong secretly felt shabby.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before even from the masters of the famous clan. Perhaps it was because the year had changed and death was fast approaching, and because their relationship was tied together by teachings.

“Are there any other contestants in the non-contest that I haven’t seen?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked with her gaze downcast.

“Yes. The land of Shanxi is vast, so not everyone has gathered yet. The number of people will probably increase when the banquet is held at Yeongamjeong.”

“I will attend. Let’s go together.”

I answered, thinking of the Pureblood Corps. There were many names to put on the list.

* * *

The sun was hanging very high in the sky.

The sunlight pouring down was as transparent as moonlight.

It was a place where a pavilion with an antique curved roof stood tall amidst the waves rippling on the lakeside, twinkling like stars.

“Welcome.”

Guiiltae of Shanxi Guiga gave a short greeting to the three people.

He seemed more concerned about the newly emerged Ronin, Geomwoonbi, than his strong rivals, the Gongya siblings.

The glare in his sunken eyes was sharp. The gaze that secretly scanned Jeongyeonshin was also sharp.

But the thoughts were kept completely hidden.

‘Even so, he’s just a ronin. He’s a lowlife.’

Gwiiltae volunteered to be a guide. It wasn’t a banquet hosted by Suwolmun alone.

Shanxi Gui also helped out. This was because at this moment, the most precious person from Shanxi was invited.

A person who could kill the spirit of a new talent has arrived.

I must take this opportunity to suppress the guests that Gongya Se-ga welcomed. The spirit of the times in the famine era is the survival of the fittest.

He wanted to show that Gongya Se-ga was not the only one he could rely on, and if he did not agree, he wanted to punish him by borrowing the deceased’s hand.

That’s okay though.

Gong Ya-se is a political party. They use non-combat competitions instead of defense battles to establish their prestige.

There is no choice but to fall prey to the Shanxi government, which has begun bribing even officials during the famine.

‘How can a nameless person who rolls around on the ground compare to a deceased person who learned martial arts from heaven?’

He did not doubt the deceased’s military power or the lowly temperament of the ronin Geomwoonbi.

Think calmly, but maintain a firm sense of superiority. That is how the Grand Duke of Gui, who was made up of generals from the Northern Front, lived.

Gwiiltae smiled smoothly with a face as thick as a bear.

“Geomsi. Since it is a surname that did not exist before, it would be good to start a family. I made a slip of the tongue the other day.”

“I guess I talked for quite some time considering it was a mistake?”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was walking behind, asked in puzzlement and then understood on her own.

“Ah… I understand. A bandit’s mistake is to swing an axe wrong and end up taking the lives of pedestrians.”

“hmm…….”

Gwiiltae couldn’t find a proper answer.

The group arrived in front of the pavilion while Gong Yasu, who was walking nearby, snickered and Gong Yajeong, the daughter of the small family, did not stop her younger brother.

There were many people who had arrived first. Among those who attended the banquet, there was not one who did not have the bloodline of a high-ranking noble family.

A dozen or so men and women, all wearing all kinds of weapons, did the same.

“Look over there. So there was a reason why the Grand Duke of Guiga came out to greet them.”

“He was acting like he never used to. I guess it was because of that person. His appearance is truly outstanding… Is it true that his martial arts skills are also like that?”

“Be quiet. This is where the Great Swordsman is. Don’t disturb the deceased’s ears.”

The splendid banquet table became noisy.

But they weren’t noisy. Their conversation was more like a hushed whisper.

At the previous banquet, the noblemen and ladies who had ignored Jeongyeonshin were showing extremely polite attitudes.

I could guess the reason.

The upper seat of a spacious pavilion.

A woman sitting slovenly with one knee raised to the table.

The first thing that catches the eye is the clearly defined arm muscles from the deltoid muscle of the shoulder. The hand roughly holding the bottle of alcohol at the end of the blue tendon was impressive.

He looked like he was covered in calluses and had a slicked-back face, but his hair, which was disheveled and fell to his shoulders, had a gleaming energy instead of a glossy sheen.

He was a man who suited the sleeveless, gray uniform perfectly.

The moment the woman raised her head, her eyes met Jeong Yeon-shin’s.

They were both surprised. They were both suppressing their tempers to the point of mutual retort.

“…the best right.”

Jeongyeon Shin licked her lips.

An extremely powerful martial artist who can see through the destruction methods of the Seomyeo Mu-maek. The lover of the absolute ruler, Zhuge Liang.

It was Kwon Moo-gong, Unhwa-ryeon.

‘Things went wrong.’

Magwangikju’s senses were sharpened. Now, Ungajeilkwon does not walk alone.

It was said that she was an invincible pair with the peerless master of sorcery and martial arts. If they met here, they would face death.

at that time.

“This is crazy.”

For a moment, she furrowed her brows and glared at Gwiiltae with a menacing gaze.

The Grand Duke of Guiga, who had been smiling faintly, flinched. In an instant, a tremendous wave of energy rose from Unhwaryeon’s body.

“You have no idea who you’ve brought here! You worthless bastard! You crazy bastard!”

Woof!

The atmosphere was distorted.

“Your Majesty the King!”

When Gwiiltae was so flustered that he couldn’t control his body, Unhwaryeon’s bottle of liquor suddenly flew towards him, tearing through the air.

bang!

It hit his forehead and exploded. The protective energy surrounding Gwiiltae’s body exploded into colorless dust.

At the same time, a strong wind blew in like a wall bomb, shaking even the pillars of the pavilion. Jeong Yeon-shin looked at Eon Hwa-ryeon, leaving Gwi Il-tae lying limply behind.

“Your martial arts skills have improved.”

He spoke while caressing the sword. His tone was as if he was looking down on it.