Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 290

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As soon as Jeong Yeon-shin returned to Gong Ya-se, he sent out a white swallow, Baekyeon, to inform his seniors of the situation. At the same time, he spread his qi widely and scanned the surroundings.

My identity was discovered by the first person in the world. The first thing to consider was what the repercussions would be.

Could it be because my martial arts achievements had improved? I felt the power in Zhuge Liang’s gaze even more strongly.

To be honest, he had not reached the level of a human. He was a master who had developed martial arts that he had never encountered before to the extreme and became a peerless master.

‘I don’t think I’ve revealed my identity.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

The black-haired ones are those who are at the very top of the martial arts world.

In any martial arts school, he is greatly despised, but is treated with courtesy appropriate to his rank.

While the leaders of the various factions are perceived as distant beings, like mountain peaks obscured by clouds, the masters just below them are a tangible threat.

It was a hierarchy representing a large sect.

The status of the contemporary Ma Guang-ikju is no less than that of the revered Gongye Se-gaju and Gui-gaju in Shanxi.

If the identity had been known, there would have been an uproar long ago. If not, there would have been at least some suspicious signs.

‘It seems like the temperament of the first person has changed a lot. But it’s still something I can’t figure out.’

Kwon Mu-gong, Unhwa-ryeon.

He is the companion of the Zhuge family.

Since the signs revealed in front of you are strange, you cannot trust them without thinking, so you should keep in mind the possibility that the Zhuge family will appear in the Gongye family.

Fortunately, even though the damned upper body was denying that was the case, it was still like that.

Immediate survival was at stake. Just thinking about the possible outcome sent a cold sweat down my spine.

For the first time during a mission, I became deeply concerned about the possibility of an untimely death. I heard that several of the previous black seniors had lost their lives during missions.

Woodduck.

How should I respond to the martial arts of a peerless master?

Jeongyeon Shin sat cross-legged on a smooth wooden chair, wrapping her thumbs with her hands and making a bone-crunching sound.

‘You have to utilize all of the techniques, lightness, and new techniques. You have to somehow close the distance and land a single blow to the vital point. Whether it’s the Sword Lightning Strike or the Hwan Gang.’

It won’t be as simple as the first thought that comes to mind. There are few clues about the martial arts of the Zhuge family even in the intelligence-handling Ihwangseong.

The nature, direction, and direction of the herbivore are all like that. This is because he is a sinister character that does not befit an absolute being.

A storm is brewing.

All I had was information that the wind and rain were close to a natural disaster. It would be right to plan a battle strategy after assuming that it was an event against Mother Nature.

Fortunately, he had the lightness of a constellation that he had brought in thanks to his younger brother, Cheongmyeong.

I had to melt all the martial arts I had created so far into my mind to see if I could win.

Phew―

As her thoughts progressed, Jeongyeonshin’s breathing also became deeper.

Long inhalations and exhalations are woven into a single passage, drawing consciousness inward. Imagery training. It was a meditation method devised by wise monkeys.

The image of the Zhuge family leader who made a single move at the Murim Alliance was gradually drawn more clearly.

Inhumanly cold eyes, lonely fan feathers, a strange way of wearing a uniform that seemed to exist alone in the world, the gigantic gaze I had just felt…

As the shape became darker, it approached with overwhelming size. It took my breath away.

My heart kept pounding as I drew the path that branched out into hundreds of branches through the Shiri Gwangyo, Shihwa Mugeuk Kwon, and Geomrye Seolleung Sik.

It was because I realized anew that I might die regardless of my upper body temperature.

‘hmm?’

In the midst of all this, a familiar aerodynamic wave suddenly entered my senses. I unconsciously accepted it as a warm feeling.

It couldn’t be otherwise. It was because the energy that rose like the light of dawn was following the knots he had worked so hard to knit, sweat and tears, thinking of the monkey.

In an instant, my heart became calm.

The family had arrived. It was the sound of Gwangyegyeol.

* * *

Ma Gwang-ik’s colleagues who couldn’t keep up with the ten-mile light gathered late. The quiet brown room was filled with powerful qi waves.

Heonwonchang, Shin Sobin, Taeyeonryong, and Jegal Cheongah sat around a square table with their lords.

Now that Unhwaryeon had discovered his identity, there was no reason to act with unusual caution.

As soon as Shin So-bin leaned back on the chair, her lips parted.

“Senior Yang Guifei caused an accident. I clearly told him not to, but he pretended not to hear and barged in. This isn’t the first or second time something like this has happened. Speaking of which, the palanquin renovation ceremony that happened last time… Ugh.”

A transparent haze rippled around her, and her mouth hardened. It looked like she had been spit out blood.

A hazy heat rose from the fingertips of Taeyeonryong, who was sitting next to me. He had suddenly unleashed a gust of wind.

It was a common sight. Ma Gwang-ik was originally known for being combative.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was sitting at the top, tilted her head slightly to the side.

“Kama improvement ceremony?”

“It was quite a grand event. It was not something to worry about from the position of the Great Lord. It was just entertainment for the subordinates who had completed their mission.”

Taeyeonryong blew his breath to extinguish the steam on his fingers and said.

His eyes were slightly darker, perhaps because he had been losing a lot of sleep recently, but his face was unusually serious.

Jeongyeon Shin thought so. There were a lot of problems that had piled up.

“The Emperor’s appearance does not look good. What is the matter?”

He asked as a lord.

Heonwonchang, sitting on one side, smiled faintly. His somewhat lethargic appearance was not typical of him, but the answer came from Taeyeonryong.

“Your face has been pale since you set out. Well, if something happens, you’ll talk nonsense. You’ll be acting all arrogant.”

“Is this okay?”

Only after Jeong Yeon-shin asked again did Heon Won-chang open his mouth.

“Your Majesty, don’t worry about it. It’s because I don’t have any good memories of my hometown.”

“How can it be so sad? There was something in common between the Great Sword and the Confucius.”

There was no one who responded to Taeyeonryong’s languid babbling. Even though he was the only one who was snickering, he glanced at Jeongyeonshin and made an expression of “Oh no.”

The conversation centered around the story of Ma Gwang-ik and the storyteller immediately moved on to the next topic.

“I once shared the first power with Son Sok. The Zhuge Liang was not there.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

Shin So-bin and Tae-yeom-ryong immediately reacted.

“You mean Kwon Mu-gong Eon Hwa-ryeon saw the Great Lord? Everything has gone awry. It’s also because of Yang Guifei Senior… …!”

“I am nothing. Now that I look at it, our lord’s work is much bigger. Anyway, what happened? Did he lose one arm? He might already be paying the wages to the boatman of Samdocheon.”

Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer and suddenly looked at Jegal Qing’er.

Before leaving the main city, I told him about the mission. However, I did not receive a proper answer.

“It’s a pity.”

He spoke.

“… … .”

The daughter of the Zhuge family lowered her long eyelashes.

She sweeps her black hair, tied in pure white silk, down the back of her neck and bows her head diagonally toward the noble Jeong Yeon-shin at the top of the table.

Jeongsim-an Jegal Cheong-a.

She is the younger sister of Sunryong Jegalhyeon. She was a writer of Anbeop who greatly helped Jeongyeonsin complete the Shicheonbeop.

“… This is something that should have been done at the meeting.”

A soft voice came out of her mouth as she raised her head.

“When I was young, he was already walking the path of Sima Wei. Countless relatives of his collateral line were sacrificed. He used his eyes to implant new paths of magical energy into their bodies and observe their progress. Hundreds of people died while studying how to freely cross between the life and death gates of the formation. All of them were used to perfect his martial arts.”

Jegal Qing’er continued speaking with difficulty.

“… I have seen countless instances of living people’s bodies being torn apart. It was easier to extract the destructive techniques of martial arts through autopsies. My brother learned his formations among the corpses.”

“That Seonryong guy, he wasn’t raised so nicely.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong yawned deeply as he spoke. He nodded his head, indicating that he had seen something similar happen at Hwangbo Se-Ga.

He once said that the martial arts world could not be called a political faction.

The topic changed in a somewhat somber atmosphere.

“They say they knocked out the Shanxi local chieftains, but is it to the point where their movements are restricted?”

“When the big guy rolled his eyes, he seemed to see my face… What does that matter? How can the insignificant eyes of a few people capture the precious face of Confucius? Even if it’s just a large vessel, it doesn’t mean much to look at its appearance.”

“… Find a place to stay and pretend to be dead. It’s dangerous here. This is no place for a foolish madman to wander around. If I need to use you, I’ll call you separately.”

“Just bring me some alcohol. There are plenty of herbs.”

“I like herbs.”

* * *

It was two days later.

Could it be fate? It is said that the great and small events of the martial arts world happen indifferently like the great stream of water flowing down the Yangtze River. Jeong Yeon-shin felt a fierce fate.

In the market street north of Pyeonganbu where Gong Ya-se had settled, corpses were hung in a row.

An ominous rumor was spreading. It was said that among those tied to stakes was the body of a peerless nobleman holding a fan.

The branch manager of the Peace Corps was silent.

It was unclear whether he had been bribed with goods that were hard to refuse during a famine, or whether he had been held captive by extremely powerful masters. In either case, it was plausible.

The Martial Arts Alliance.

Paegeomjong, Yeoryeong, and the newly opened Wolseongmun.

The secret struggle between the major factions has surfaced.

As Paegeomjong and Yeo-ryeong drew their swords to drive out the Murim Alliance located at the tip of Seomseo, the Wolseongmun of the Zhuge family finally rose up.

To anyone who looked at it, it seemed like it happened while they were fighting a battle of their own.

Many people witnessed the plaques hanging over the heads of the corpses.

―The so-called Murim Alliance should not interfere with the events of Wolseongmun. Who else but me dares to claim to be the legitimate successor of Jegal Mumaek? The only one who has completely inherited the history of Unga Kwon is Kwon Mu-gong Unhwa-ryeon.

It was said that the inscription was engraved in a handwriting as bold as that of a warrior.

It is said that the Zhuge Liang, who had an appearance that seemed to have escaped the world, wrote it himself while walking on empty space.

There was also an addendum.

―Wolseongmun has the foundation in name and reality, so it is only natural that it would like to have people with outstanding qualities as its disciples. I will examine the Shanxi Bimoo Competition.

The Murim Alliance’s Chusaldae, which heard the news of Wolseongmun’s opening, was instead annihilated by him.

Among them was the biological son of the Zhuge family, and the body of the dragon Zhuge Xuan was secretly moved to the hands of his sister and her colleagues under the cover of a moonlit night.

It is a separate building of the Hyeoncheonmunju Geomunbi located in Gongya Se-ga.

“There’s no choice but to send out a slaughter team. Even if there’s no chance of winning, it’s the same. Leaking martial arts? Those martial arts bastards would rather have their blood drawn.”

There was no high or low in Taeyeonryong’s tone. Of the three who had formed a friendship with Namgung Sejin, the blue giraffe, two were of lowly status.

“Aren’t you making fun of my short life? Those guys who were healthy and talked about things like the Four Books and Three Classics.”

Swish.

The corpse was dragged down by the trembling hands of Jegal Qing’a.

His pale face stands out with his chiseled features. His flesh has been preserved thanks to the exquisite acupuncture of the Zhuge family.

It must have been an attempt to reveal the power of Wolseongmun, but thanks to that, Seonryong was still beautiful.

Even the hand that held the blood-stained fan tightly still looked strong.

At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju stepped on the Baekhak-seon and killed the head of the Paegeomjong sect.

―I’m glad I could help. It wasn’t a very pleasant memory, but the world is a strange place.

It was a farewell message from Jegal Hyun, who recalled the time when they first met and played a game of fan. Kang Ho-in’s death was so vain.

The expression on Jeong Yeon-shin’s face, which was looking down at him, disappeared.

* * *

“It’s been a long time. I didn’t know that Your Majesty the King would come to visit us in person.”

“The child who inherited the fortune has come to this point. He should take the necessary steps. I am not blaming Gongya Gaju.”

It was under the silently noisy moonlight.

Two extremely powerful masters, now in their middle years, sprinted through the bright night air. Two figures with large figures.

The dark, blue atmosphere was disturbed by their unstoppable footsteps.

“You brought in new guests?”

“It’s the Hongbok of the main family. He looks to be around the same age as my son, but he wields a sword like a master.”

“I heard. Hyuncheonmunju Geomunbi. I heard he is the best in the world. If he is a talent of that caliber, he should be able to knock out the son of the head of the family with one blow. I will definitely meet him and ask him about it.”

“That’s not right. It seems like you came here on purpose, but let’s guess what this lady of the night is thinking. She’s using her son as an excuse to steal guests from this house… … .”

“The words of the Gongya family are not very pleasant. I intend to punish them. Even if it means mobilizing all the skills of the Shanxi Guiga.”

“Nonsense! This is not the General’s Office. It is definitely not the mountain village of Nokrim. To begin with, Guiiltae’s conduct is famous for being like a rotten shell. If you dare to rashly raise your sword against the future of the world’s greatest talent, this Gongya Mo will not stay still.”

“How funny. Do you still think that the Gongye clan is the head of the Wu family in Shanxi? Even after seeing the greatness of the Wolseongmun?”

The quiet bickering had the dignity of aristocrats.

It was a time when the hems of fine silk clothes scattered the moonlight, and the dignified bearing of the nobles testified to the status of the foremost families in Shanxi.

Ku-Kung-

The threshold of a building that the two people were passing by suddenly shook.

Gugu palace!

The sudden vibration spreads rapidly.

The sound traveled from the doorstep to the rafters and finally to the roof tiles, and even the main beams began to shake as if hit by a strong wind.

“What is this? Did you dare to set a trap?”

“Nonsense! Over there! It’s the annex!”

The image of Gongya Gaju pointed into the distant sky.

at the same time.

Hwaaaa …

At that point, a thick cloud of smoke rose high into the air in dozens of wisps. The extremely divine energy was released without restraint.

The unique aura of a very high-level divine skill.

A soft white current of air spiraled and scraped the atmosphere, the white light growing darker as the air frictioned against itself.

The Light of the Law. The Light of the Law – The Light of the Law.

“Ugh… … !”

“What! What’s going on!”

All the warriors who had been sleeping in Gongya Se-ga woke up with a start.

A powerful wave of energy was calling out to them, so strong that they felt like their skin would be torn off.

It was more like a command from the strong.

Magwangikju no longer hides his power.