Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 296

Lotus (15)

‘You must do your duty.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. And she thought of her seniors.

The new bloodthirsty demon Jin Myeong-jo was already tracking the location of the Zhuge family with his unique wide sense of agility. He was using a stealth technique that was not even detected by the sword master.

We cannot be completely at ease and assume that the absolute master of magical arts will not descend here.

We must restrain the Zhuge family with only Aksurim and Jinmyeongjo.

‘We might have bumped into each other by now.’

I saw Zhuge Liang in action at the Menghui. I also know how strong Aksurim and Jinmingjo are.

If the Ip Hwang Shin-chang and Shin Hyeol-geuk-ma are in harmony, you will never die anywhere.

They said that since they could guarantee their unconditional survival in the harsh wilderness, no one could say anything no matter how they behaved in the world.

The two seniors are known as strict masters even in Iphwangseong. Here, they would scold the youngest if he brought shame on the family.

‘You shouldn’t become a junior who is embarrassing to senior Jin.’

As he walked, no one moved.

Swish.

All that could be heard was the occasional rustling of the black hem of the long robe, which was torn here and there.

It was the same until he took the secret weapon out of Unhwaryeon’s arms, closed her eyes, and lifted her body.

“her…….”

The silence was broken only after Magwangikju approached one side of the awning of the local chieftains.

“The Imperial Black Sword… It really lives up to its reputation.”

“They say he’s only seventeen in that vast city, so I can see how he became a great lord at that age.”

“Let’s go back now. We’ve seen everything there is to see.”

“From now on, punish those who break the rules severely. You should also tell them not to go out without permission. For the time being, we will have to focus on keeping the school safe.”

“It seems that the peerless armour of the Zhuge family has been broken. I don’t know anymore. What will become of Shanxi… …”

The number of people talking started to increase. It was accompanied by the sounds of some powerful clans starting to move busily.

A life-or-death decision that would be a hot topic in any region of martial arts was reached.

Now that the great lord of Iphwangseong has defeated the master of Palga, those in power must prepare for the aftermath.

There were many people leaving the room with a gloomy look on their faces.

“I wish you would ask.”

Jeongyeonshin didn’t pay attention to the sound of the crickets chirping.

Swish.

He handed Unhwaryeon’s body over to a tall woman. It was towards a strangely shaped rock called Cheolhwageombong (Iron Flower Sword Phoenix) or Gongyajeong.

The Grand Princess of Sega slightly lowered her eyelids.

“Aren’t you the black master of Ip Hwang Seong? You can treat me like that. If by any chance our family has been rude… … .”

The tone was still soft and the pitch was faint. It was as if he was the head of a small family with strict rules.

As she raised her calloused hands to receive the body, even the sound of the sleeves rustling sounded neat and clean.

“You deserve respect.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said without showing the cold sweat forming on the back of her neck.

Every time I meet this person, I feel the passage of time.

It is because of the innate sense of a pebble and a temperament resembling a rock.

Just looking at his attitude towards the past ten years, he is innately superior to me. Compared to Princess Gongye, he is a fly that lives for a day.

Whenever I see her, I suddenly feel depressed because of the feeling of inferiority. I would rather walk through a forest full of monkeys with swords.

Martial Arts (武林). Even though I couldn’t understand the antics and gestures, it was still fun to watch.

“Where are you going?”

The questions were asked at the same eye level.

Her height was similar to Jeongyeonshin’s, even though his limbs had grown considerably longer.

“You have to walk north.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered ambiguously. The location and route of the black Hwangseong are basically top secret.

“You can come back and stay anytime. Su-ah will be waiting.”

The calmness in his pitch-black eyes befits his status as a member of the Sega clan.

To Jeong Yeon-shin, the thing that felt like a stone, the eyes of the Grand Duchess reminded her of obsidian. Could it be the temperament of Gong Ye-ga-ju, who was silently standing behind her?

Among the Shanxi aristocrats, only their women had calm expressions.

The others could not meet the gaze of the Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik Ju. The shock and disgust that they could not hide were evident on their faces.

“Please, please come back again… … .”

The Duke of Yi Gong’s face was slightly visible from behind the head of the household. He looked less timid than before.

Rather than being reluctant to come forward, it was closer to being embarrassed. It didn’t match the fiercely raised eyes.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Jeongyeon Shin waved her hand roughly and turned around.

If you can’t find the Zhuge family, you should look into the Gongye family. It should be done by considering both duty and duty.

The cleanup of this place was going to be taken care of by Ma Gwang-ik’s colleagues.

After spending a short time here, I was starting to have doubts about my seniors’ whereabouts.

grasp!

From the tip of his feet that were kicking the ground, a ten-mile wide light energy wave shimmered whitely.

* * *

One side of the stage where the crowd is still bustling.

The new type of Magwangikju is rapidly moving away.

The moment everyone in the room blinked their eyes, they turned into pitch-black dots.

Gradually, the spirit of a strong man galloping through the wilderness emerged from his invisible back.

Another characteristic is that facial features become more distinct as the child grows up.

Even the backlash from the light air he left behind was felt as a divine breeze. This was the case for some commoners.

“They say that the black masters of the Ip Hwang Seong use lightness like a shrinking earth… … .”

“It’s hard to believe even after seeing it.”

“You, kid. Did you see his appearance? He must be a god, not a human.”

“Let’s pray for our family to live long! Ten longevity symbols! Let’s think of the ten longevity symbols!”

Some of the onlookers bowed down as if they were worshipping the mountain spirit. Some powerful clans looked at them with displeasure.

However, I couldn’t act as hastily as I did in my own domain. It was because I was worried that there might be subordinates of Magwangikju.

That was when.

“It looks like this has no owner. While I’m at it, I should go on a tour of the world and bring it directly to the person in question’s household… … .”

A middle-aged man came forward, coughing in vain.

The Dharma treasure that Unhwaryeon threw was aimed at the cobblestone. It was now bounced far away in the aftermath of the fierce battle between the top masters.

It rolled up to his feet. A faint cloud of dust rose up.

The powerful man did not hide his greed.

The way she shamelessly brushed aside the stares that were like sticks to her skin was extraordinary. The same was true of her silk dress that sparkled blue.

At first glance, he seemed to be of noble status, but he was cautious only in the nod he made as he glanced at the distant mountains. It was the direction where Magwangikju had disappeared.

Thud, thud.

The world’s objects called Dharma treasures have strange uses and are known to be selective about their owners.

Among them, there was a saying that the first person to pick it up would be the owner. Since the owner, Eonhwaryeon, had died, anyone could aim for it.

Hwaaaaak!

The masters of Ma Gwang-ik, who had been observing Daeju from afar, came running. Bo-shin Gyeong’s footwork was incredibly fast.

“A guy like Zara is acting like he hasn’t learned anything during his junior year! Aren’t you ashamed?”

“I want to melt and die. It looks like Confucius’ eyes are rotting.”

“Hey! Stop! Hey! Even if you splash shit water, it’s still oily!”

The voices of three men and women were distinct as they casted the spell. This fundamentally meant that the ability to use true energy was outstanding.

“What are the martial arts skills of young people these days…?”

“What, what is it?”

“Get out of the way! They’re coming from behind!”

The crowd around them was in a state of panic and hesitation, gradually widening their gaps.

The light dash that seemed to fly but was still moving, the heat that distorted the winter air like midsummer noon, and the waves that occasionally flashed white light rushed in fiercely.

The ownership of the object was not important. The problem was that a thief in broad daylight was decorating the final moments of Jeongyeonshin’s life and death.

Taeyeonryong was overwhelmingly faster.

Phew!

Every time he took a step, Heonwonchang and Shinsobin each fell behind by two or four steps.

This is because the three people have different strengths, ages, physical conditions, and martial arts achievements.

At this moment, the Taeyeonryong, who was unfolding the Yeojocheonwanggyeong (麗藻天王經) with the extreme yang power of the Sun God Vein, was about to arrive first.

The light-hearted technique that only Hwangbo Se mastered. As soon as he hit the ground, a white smoke rose and a burning smell came out.

“Those are… … ?”

The man of the powerful clan, startled by the sight from afar, bowed his back.

The hand that was reaching for the pebble was large. It seemed like he was a powerful man with some influence in Shanxi, and an invisible energy was rippling between his fingers.

‘Where is the morality in a famine? Righteousness and chivalry are dead. Those who cannot take care of what belongs to them are the ones who die in the world of martial arts.’

The middle-aged man laughed.

The achievements of those who run like wild boars hit by a forest fire are amazing, but they are all unfamiliar. The distance is also far.

On the other hand, the place where Ma Guang-ik-ju left is rightfully the territory of the Shanxi aristocrats.

Since all the local clans are on your side, there is no reason to be afraid and avoid the equipment.

‘I must take this to the Zhuge Liang. No matter how black the Emperor’s face is, how can I endure his wrath? My actions are right.’

The man thought, his hand reaching out to the pebble.

Those who are not too ignorant of the world know that the hands of the Emperor are very weak. As long as they have the protection of the Zhuge Family, there is no reason to fear.

If such a powerful force had pursued hegemony like the old Ming schools, things would have been different, but in today’s troubled world, it was difficult to find a strong person who did not run wild.

“Your lightness is quite amazing, but your luck is not on your side.”

He scoffed and grabbed the Dharma treasure.

That’s what I thought. That was why I suddenly felt a cold sensation in my hand.

Phew.

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again, and for a moment I saw an unfamiliar object. It was a dark blue sword. No, it was more like the handle of a dagger.

In an instant, the blade pierced through the back of his hand. The aftereffects of the blow belatedly created a cold gust of wind.

“Kwaaaaak!”

The nobleman raised his head and screamed. An excruciating pain surged through his hand, as if dozens of needles were sprouting out of it.

It was unclear whether he had used the Jin-gi Kyung-pa in a strange way or had put poison on the dagger.

Damn it.

It rang next to the middle-aged man.

A song rang out brightly along with the sound of brisk footsteps.

The lotus flower covered with the light of a sword is very dazzling.

The dust in the river and lake is still murky.

It is a song that raises the name of the sword of Magwangikju and the name of Unhwaryeon, and tramples on the prestige of the powerful men.

A man who suddenly stood next to a middle-aged person.

He wore a black hat that was transparent and his lower body was covered with black silk.

He had a very high nose and eyes that gave off a refreshing vibe to anyone who saw him.

Heonwonchang, who was running towards him with graceful steps from afar, flinched.

“Murder? It’s the Murder of the May 18th Massacre!”

“Confucius! Please look this way, this way, just this once!”

“Listen, Master Kwan! Are you having trouble moving? I’ll go over there right away!”

“Hey you! What kind of safety are you to do such a reckless thing! You’re acting rashly again!”

The surroundings suddenly became noisy. It was like meeting a rare celebrity in a large land.

While there were people of all ages, men and women, laughing out loud or looking at each other with admiration, the powerful clans put their hands on their weapons and expressed their blatant displeasure.

The murder did not stop laughing.

“The master of the palace ruined my elegance. I was applauding the noble dance, but isn’t this man acting so uncivilized?”

“That judgment is not yours!”

“The non-competition must continue. The owner of the house still can’t tell the difference between shit and urine.”

The nobles’ anger rapidly increased at the seemingly polite response. It was accompanied by all sorts of insults.

“You stay there.”

“Do you think that the text is saying that I am turning a blind eye to your actions because I am afraid of the May 18th Massacre?”

Dozens of people slowly began to approach, with strong winds blowing in all directions. Their footsteps were almost noisy due to the ferocious force of the wind.

Rather than trying to punish the arrogant Later Index, it seemed like he was aiming for the pebble at the foot of the murderous tree.

“You idiots.”

Salhyeop muttered indifferently. He tapped the handle of the longsword hanging from his waist with his index finger. Even his small gestures were strangely cool.

By that time, the masters of Ma Gwang-ik had taken over one side of the stage.

Tae-Yeom-Ryong stared blankly at Sal-Hyeop.

“What is that? It looks familiar.”

“… … .”

Heonwonchang did not answer. He just glanced at Salhyeop with a calm and composed expression.

Shin So-bin, who was standing with her arms crossed proudly, tilted her head because she looked unusually timid.

“You look a little older. Are you Daeseolgeom’s older brother?”

“… similar.”

Taeyeonryong shook his head at the small grumbling.

“Okay, I’ll have to start by getting used to the local nobility. That guy who’s called Bismuri doesn’t show any signs of picking up the Dharma treasure.”

The murderers and the Shanxi powers.

Even though some of the powerful families, including Gong Ya-se, tried to stop him, he did not listen. It was a standoff that was on the verge of breaking out.

Like a wall of explosives about to explode, waves of energy were overlapping here and there, shaking the ruined stage once again.

Kung- kung-

“It won’t be easy… … ?”

It was when Shin So-bin clenched her fist and cracked the joints of her fingers.

[Tell me the whereabouts of the Magwangikju.]

It rang out high in the air.

The sunlight was blocked out along with the woman’s voice, which felt somewhat muddy. For a moment, it seemed as if an eclipse had come.

No it wasn’t.

A woman with both feet on the sword was looking down.

The gray sleeves that wrapped around both hands fluttered proudly, while her hair, which fell to the nape of her neck, swayed with a half-white sheen.

An incredibly dense aerodynamic force spread out in strands from the gray long robe and short hair.

Sword flight.

The eyes of the experts at Ma Gwang-ik grew wide.

“Your Majesty, Lord Baekseo… …!”

The crowd was thrown into confusion by Heonwonchang’s muttering that sounded like a suffocation.

The masters of the thirteen thousand are considered living monsters. This is especially true for the second-in-command of the Simmu-ryeon.

As the aura of the nobles died down in an instant, the pitch-black eyes of the murderer stared at Baekseogun.

It seemed as if there was a pitch-black lightning in his eyes. It was the keen eye of an assassin imbued with the power of the eye.

In an instant, he examined Baek Seo-gun’s expression in detail, not missing his slightly lowered eyebrows and slightly furrowed brows, as well as the temperament that was evident in his eyes.

That was until she turned her head and looked down at the Magwangik masters.

within.

The murderer’s eyes narrowed.

“You went over there, and I believe this Dharma treasure is now in the possession of Magwangikju.”

After nodding to the cobblestoned area below, he lifted an unusually long finger and pointed in the direction where Jeongyeonshin had flown.

It was a very polite way of speaking. It seemed like he was trying to appease the nobles.