Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 298

Lotus (17)

No answer came.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin looked down at the wild boar for a moment and then scanned her surroundings without softening her gaze.

It was terribly quiet.

The ground covered with dry pine needles and pure white snow hides the presence of uninvited guests.

It was difficult to guess where the person hiding his presence was in the vast silence.

Even though there wasn’t even a breath of wind, he seemed to have completely absorbed the energy waves and become one with his surroundings.

‘What is the range of the sword?’

I figured it out in my mind. It was the attitude a strong man walking through the wilderness would have to take when he meets another strong man.

This was especially true when dealing with a sword that was far faster than the speed of most swordsmen.

Sabak.

The snow was pounding. It was because I was slightly turning my feet along the curve of the Hwanikbo.

Ma Gwang-ik-ju placed his hand lightly on the sword and looked around cautiously.

‘What is the intention?’

The sword is a method of extreme elevation.

Even after he activated the Shicheonbeop, he was unable to reverse the magic of the flying sword that the Gui Baek Shingeom had shown.

It was not strange. It was said that he had reached the state of putting his imagination into a black sword.

A technique that goes one step further in the realm of internal energy skills. Those who forge the sword can be called immortals.

‘It felt strangely familiar.’

Even though the sword was a miracle that barely emitted any waves, it left behind a very faint afterglow of aerodynamic waves.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s senses, which felt the waves as if they were swords, recognized it clearly.

That immediately brought to mind Sim Mu-ryeon’s Yeongcheon Sword Ghost. The secret of the sword was by no means a common study.

“Sword Demon, come out.”

He said. After experiencing the death of Seonryong and seeing the two black seniors injured.

The shocking piercing wound from the new blood demon Jinmyeongjo was still fresh in his mind, so he spoke in a somewhat dry voice.

“I have no intention of leaving you behind. Come and talk to me.”

As the leader of the Shingeomdan, Jeongyeonshin must maintain strict conduct.

You can’t turn your back on an extremely strong master in a specific situation. That’s what I meant.

“… … .”

There was silence for a moment.

Soon, irritation began to creep up Jeongyeonshin’s Baekhoehyeol. What is it?

That was when.

“You are such a kind child.”

A woman’s voice sounded somewhat muffled.

Woof.

A heavy sword sound rang out from the high right air. Jeongyeonshin immediately raised her head.

A noble swordsman descends on his sword.

“I can’t go back without leaving the throne… Is that something you kept in your heart?”

It was a mysterious appearance. The flying sword made even the sword master of Sima Oedo look like a god.

The wind that split transparently with a sizzling sound from the blade resembled the hem of a gorgeous robe, and its appearance matched Baek Seo-gun’s rough prayer very well.

She parted her lips again, without meeting Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

“If it’s a matter of the Gwibaeksin Sword, there is no need to show gratitude.”

He speaks in a low, mumbling voice.

‘What are you saying?’

Jeongyeonshin listened to the words vaguely and looked up.

Yeongcheon Sword Ghost Baekseogun.

The hair that had turned half-white due to the effects of the mind method was still short.

Long enough for Jeongyeonshin’s black hair to reach down to her shoulder blades, but the ends of her gray hair still swayed beneath the nape of her neck.

It was as if time had stopped since the day we first met.

It is a look that is hard to achieve without cutting it periodically. It is said that the second-in-command of Simmu-ryeon originally grew his hair out in a disheveled manner like a lion’s mane.

‘Did I create a useless advantage back then?’

The insight of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju, honed through years of experience, shone through.

There was nothing else to think about. Feeling the cool sword waves of the Bukmyeong sword with her fingertips, Jeong Yeon-shin furrowed her brows inwardly.

‘Beware of the approaching white bat.’

A thorough master at everything is someone who is difficult to defeat.

You should put a lot of effort into analyzing the structure of the martial arts and self-defense techniques. This is especially true if your opponent is the second-best swordsman in the Thirteen Heavenly Swordsmanship.

“I heard your story from the head of the Volcano Sect. Tell me why you’re following me. Do you want to fight for life and death?”

He asked, still in the posture he had just taken before he took the swordsmanship stance.

Swish.

Baek Seo-gun’s leather shoes touched the ground.

The sight of snow not disappearing underfoot even when stepped on is impressive. It was a realm of “no trace of snow.”

From her sword flying to her ability to heal the sick, she seemed more like a master of the famous clan than any other. It was possible that the martial arts she had learned were of that lineage.

“I will not fight for life or death with you. At least not for now.”

“Tell me why.”

The dumbfounded Jeong Yeon-shin urged him to answer.

The sword master’s behavior was different from before. He was no longer the type to speak heartily and ask people to pour him a drink.

It was difficult to find the sword spirit of Sim Mu-ryeon on his face with his head tilted down.

“… … .”

The hesitant breath was long. White steam rose and fell repeatedly from Baek Seo-gun’s lips.

If Jeongyeonshin had activated the ultimate lightning, the lotus flower would have already disappeared. He might be massaging his muscles from the aftereffects.

‘What is it?’

I was still wary of the sight of him not even making eye contact. Did Yeongcheon Sword Ghost melt the laws of time into the realm of his sword?

It is said that the King of the Shimmuryeonju ruled over time and space with the mysterious power of a blunt sword that did not tolerate evasion.

‘If you don’t answer again, I’ll have to strike first. This is an opponent that I can’t avoid using Ultimate Lightning.’

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth again.

“I am.”

Hanam Seong’s swordsman opened his lips first.

“I am… your father, Jeong Ban-ak… … a traitor.”

The reason for his hesitation became clear. The person who had been honored with a single sword spoke about his origins.

She was the sword ghost of Sima Weidao. How difficult it would be to confess one’s identity to one who inherited the master’s bloodline.

It doesn’t come across as a lie.

Unlike when dealing with those with malicious intent, the upper part of Jeongyeonshin’s mind was calm.

Unlike the White and Blue eras, as I got older, I found it easier to use my powers, but at this moment, I didn’t react at all.

It means truth.

However, the mind of Shim Mu-ryeon Geom-jeon is not important to Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

It didn’t take me any longer to accept it. Perhaps it was because the first thing that came to mind was something I had to ask.

He said straight away.

“I know you had a connection with Jeong Ga-jang. You told me about it before.”

The tone was flat. It was a tone that did not seem to take it seriously.

Baek Seo-gun’s lips twitched slightly. He had been accompanying the second son of the Jeong family for a long time in the Seoan area of Shaanxi.

I know what kind of environment the youngest Jeong Yeon-shin grew up in. The behavior she shows now is a consideration that has been ingrained in her for a long time.

‘ah.’

The face staring blankly at her overlaps with the appearance of the reporter’s sword being used for swordsmanship.

The boy who had caused the swordsman Baekseo-kun and the concubine Baekseo-kun to suffer for a long time, poured out her shame into a large bowl at the moment of their reunion.

Baek Seo-gun’s lips unconsciously opened slightly.

“… You are different from Ban-ak. Your vessel is better than his. Your appearance will become like that in the future.”

“That’s nonsense. Have you ever seen my mother?”

“No. Jeong Ban-ak left before I could get married. After obtaining the skill that would become my true nature, I abandoned the family that raised me.”

“Then that’s fine. Live well. I won’t tolerate you anymore.”

Because the timing was not right, Jeong Yeon-shin, who had finished talking roughly, quickly withdrew her interest.

Along with Aksurim, Jin Seonbae, the Blood-Blooding Lord, is waiting for you. If you engage in a long-term battle with Geomjon, it is difficult to guarantee the outcome.

“The boar is grateful.”

Magwangikju’s gaze absently passed Yeongcheongeomgwi before turning to the dead beast. Baekseogun clearly felt it.

At the same time, the sword of the divine sword floating next to her shook slightly. The sword was a season that was greatly affected by the spirit.

‘You want to repay my kindness until the end. If you have such enhanced martial arts skills, if you have the black color of the yellow star, then you should aim for this neck.’

At that moment, the island of Jeonggajang seemed to her an impregnable fortress that was harder to enter than any castle.

If I wanted to fill my self-esteem as a swordsman, I had to gain the favor of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju, but there was no way to get through. I had to say something.

“I’m sorry. I judged you arbitrarily and spoke without permission. I shouldn’t have said evil to you. You are a grown man on your own… … .”

“I grew up with my mother. It’s none of your concern. If I had been my father’s wife to begin with, I would have been the nanny for my brothers, not me. We wouldn’t have had a relationship.”

chin.

Jeong Yeon-shin said, holding the boar’s front legs and lifting it onto her shoulder.

“None of the servants given to me were talented. Most of them had special hearts. Either indifferent or warm.”

“… … .”

“Don’t move until I take a hundred steps. The moment I sense any movement abnormality, I will consider it a preemptive strike.”

Damn it.

It was when he set foot.

“Oh my god.”

“what?”

“I will teach you the art of swordsmanship.”

* * *

The venue of the Shanxi martial arts competition.

“The Blue Heavenly Gang’s Calling Dragon Sword, please come out onto the stage!”

A man in a literary style shouted from atop a large, shattered stage.

A place where there is more noise than cheering.

Even after the chaos, many people remained in the crowd.

Most of them were aristocrats who had a place under an awning, merchants who wanted to make a name for themselves in the martial arts world, or wandering tycoons who sought a quiet season because there were few entertainments in the world.

In a year of famine, it is not easy for such a crowd of influential people to disperse.

Doo doo doo doo―

However, there were also quite a few people going down the hill, kicking up dust.

Sometimes, even spirit-like messengers would rise up, carrying rolled-up documents.

It is also common to see people writing letters in quick succession, and the way they mutter and move their brushes suggests that they value accuracy in conveying the message more than confidentiality.

“The black manifestation of Iphwangseong… the current Ma Gwang-ikju… the best swordsman of Kwon Moo-gong, Unga Jeilkwon, has been defeated… … The best warrior of Iphwangseong Shingumdan has advanced north, so there is a possibility that they will clash with Jegalgaju in the future…”

“I must ask the elder about the aftermath of the assassination of the great leader of the Shingeomdan.”

“Write to closely monitor the dynamics of Ho-Gwang’s imperial nature. Investigate the fluctuations of the carriages coming and going thoroughly, and even if the horse and rider vomit blood, you must receive a reply within forty days.”

“Don’t worry about useless things. They are being too cautious. Right now, Ip Hwang Seong can’t afford to remove more than three major figures. Rather than that, send a letter to the Wolseongmun of the Jegal family and avoid the death of the first person in the Unga clan. Write that I did my best to stop Ma Gwang Ik Ju. Hurry up!”

It was a sound that could be heard all the way to the hill beyond the park where the stage was located.

That was the case for Taeyeonryong, who possessed extremely strong aerodynamic power.

He stands with his legs crossed, stroking his chin while looking down at the banquet of the Shanxi aristocrats, and turns his head to the side.

“Why are you so depressed? Since you said that you were a traitor, does that guy Salhyeop belong to the direct line and you belong to the collateral line?”

“It’s the opposite… … .”

Heonwonchang shook his head.

“It’s a bit awkward to talk about it now. I can’t seem to get my thoughts together.”

“Do as you wish. Just keep your wallet safe.”

Taeyeonryong, who had been laughing, turned his head. Hyeonwonchang seemed to know, so he reached behind his waist and grabbed a letter.

The moment he opened his hands, his handwriting spread out like a dragon, as if he was going to fly.

[You’ve grown up well. Let’s meet at An’s house where we practiced the Great Law of Return. You can bring your companions. I know the headquarters of Wolseongmun, which Zhuge Liang opened.]

It was a letter of murder.

* * *

A dusky night.

The snow-covered ground glowed white in the moonlight.

Just like that.

The bonfire crackled and burned. The sparks clashed loudly, but there was no particular smell.

The reason why the Samadhi Evolution from the Neungbeop Gwangryun-gi mysteriously dried the firewood was because in the irregular silence, only the light the group was shining on grew darker.

“I feel so embarrassed.”

The man leaning against the tree suddenly spoke.

Her pale complexion stands out because the hem of her pitch-black clothes is pulled up to her neck.

He was wearing pitch-black clothes that were similar to a windbreaker, and a black long robe wrapped around his one arm like a blanket. It was the clothing of the Magwangikju of the time.

“You said that the clothes were woven with silk threads here and there. I’m glad that I could be of some help. For one thing, it’s also because I’ve left the territory of the Zhuge Family.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, sitting across from Aksurim, spoke calmly.

He is a senior with profound inner strength, but whose body temperature is dropping.

Jin Myeong-jo, who was born with noble bloodlines, was gradually recovering from his wounds. Even though the scars left by the Zhuge family were close to fatal.

‘I couldn’t learn the power of regeneration. I must have cultivated it through training… ‘

It was truly amazing.

“Don’t you smoke?”

“Animal blood is enough.”

“I know that most people can’t control their impulses.”

“It’s ridiculous. Don’t compare your senior’s training to that of a mere bloodthirsty demon. The dignity of the Wonpyeong Ilgeomjang is the highest law.”

Jin Myeong-jo spoke coldly.

With his entire body covered in black clothing, he looks like a large bat, but just the aura he exudes from his entire body makes him look more noble than some noble nobles.

It was an attitude that was bound to be the envy of many juniors.

Jeong Yeon-shin, whose eyes had been shining, suddenly opened her mouth.

“I have something to tell you two seniors.”

“uh?”

The zelkova tree that had been dozing off on one side of the tree responded.

She chattered in a dull voice.

“Are you talking about the swordsman I was trying to kill just now?”