Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 30

Genius (2)

The mountains became noisy.

We were in the process of repelling the attack and recovering from it.

The mainstays of the Jongnam faction returned after attacking one of the Paegeomjong branches.

After hearing the news, Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang spent a day there and were able to meet the ruler of Jongnam Mountain.

He was with the elder Yeo Il-sin, who had shown favor to Jeong Yeon-sin during the destruction of the Jeong family.

“Thank you for doing such a nice thing.”

The head of the Jongnam faction was a very handsome man.

He had the appearance of a hero of the era, with his sharp ears like blades and his yellow robe on.

Guyangsin (歐陽晨) of the West Heavenly Sword.

He was said to be the son of Geomjong and Yeoilsin.

He is said to be in his seventies, but he does not look older than thirty.

He was a mixed race of Han and Ming people. You could tell just by looking at his ears.

“Jeong-hye is a child that the Master of the Swords looks after privately. She saved the disciple of the text, so it is right to thank her.”

As is often the case with noble families, he was handsome enough to remind one of Qingming, but the atmosphere was different.

As expected of the head of a clan, he was serious.

Goo Yang-shin opened his mouth while staring blankly at the two people belonging to Ma Gwang-ik.

“Say what you want in the text.”

Jeong Yeon-shin felt Heon Won-chang flinching next to her.

It seems that he never expected that there would be such a reward.

It felt like I could hear the sound of the upper body rolling, even though it wasn’t even pierced.

I hope you don’t think that I’m asking for too much.

You should not lower your status as a guest by asking for something like elixir.

I decided to bring it up first.

“Please allow me to assist you in the fight against the Demon King.”

“hmm.”

The person who reacted was Yeo Il-shin. She looked at Jeong Yeon-shin with a complicated expression and then closed her eyes slightly.

I wanted to ask the reason for the destruction of the Jeong family, but I didn’t want to waste the opportunity to do what was right.

“Magwangik Island. I heard that he has recovered my father’s legacy.”

Gu Yangxin said. A small expression of emotion appeared on his face.

“He didn’t pass on his vision to his son, even though he was a disciple of another sect. It’s ironic. Who would have thought that Iphwangseong would take it.”

“I only used it as an inspiration for my swordsmanship. I will not learn or spread the Guyangilsik.”

“It’s crazy. It’s fun.”

Perhaps he felt persuasive in his calmness. It was possible that he had seen through Jeong Yeon-shin’s unique temperament a little.

In his opinion, his maternal grandfather, Mayan Jeok’s inaction seemed to have declined significantly compared to his prime.

Otherwise, the eyes of Seocheon Sword Master and Jongnam Sword Master would not have been more frightening.

“I heard that you told me the secret through the painting. That too is a great favor. I can’t refuse you even if you want to be the vanguard.”

In the battle of the martial arts world, the vanguard is the face of the sect.

The head of the Jongnam faction gave him great recognition.

Gu Yangshin’s deep eyes did not leave Jeong Yeonshin’s.

Could it be that even a man who is praised for his sword in the West of the world cannot be free from the traces of his father?

It seemed like there was a faint hint of love and hate.

The same was true for Yeo Il-shin. The child she saw during the Jeongga Jang bloodshed restored her husband’s swordsmanship.

“The laws of heaven are mysterious. How can the connections continue like this······.”

“I have something to ask the elder separately. I was so busy at the time that I couldn’t hear it.”

Her face hardened at Jeongyeonshin’s words.

* * *

The sword of the Wizhi Myohwa was raised straight up and blocked the sun.

The graceful upper part of the building. The sunlight falling softly from the sun high in the sky and the clear air of Jongnam Mountain are in perfect harmony.

Among them, only her sword was not at peace.

As the name suggests, the swordsmanship of the Guyangilsik was a single-hit attack.

The strange thing is that Jeongyeonshin created the flow of swordsmanship through the repetition of a single sword.

Phew!

The sword that was supposed to cut down nine suns at once was twisted.

Jongnam Swordsman, who was watching from the side, clicked his tongue.

“I can’t seem to concentrate.”

“I’m sorry. I made you dizzy.”

“Is Yeonshin the problem?”

Wijimyohwa shook his head.

“No, it’s not. It’s my heart that’s the problem.”

I have already fully acknowledged Jeongyeonshin’s sword. Wijimyohwa’s heart was not born of jealousy.

The bowl is not that narrow.

All that has happened is that the wealth that I have accumulated and constantly refined along with my life has come to me in vain.

It wasn’t jealousy, it was closer to vanity.

“That sword technique called Gwanghwageomryu is no worse than Guyangilsik. Am I seeing it correctly?”

“That’s right.”

Jongnam Swordsman gave a short answer. There was no need to talk any further about Jeongyeonshin’s martial arts.

“It wasn’t at the level of Ilseong (一成). When I was training with him, he immediately surpassed Ilseong, and even reached Yisung and Samseong… I can’t even believe that he created such an ascending martial art, but the achievement of a martial art that he learned for the first time without any experience overwhelmed my Guyangilsik.”

“That child has already achieved your goal.”

As Wijimyohwa put down his sword and looked at Jongnam Geomseon, he continued speaking slowly.

“He is a great master who transcends his age. It is only natural that he quickly masters the martial arts he created himself. All things and learning in human history are the same. It is bound to fit the body of the person who created it best. There is no martial arts in the world that is not like that.”

“I guess this is a quality that will never be found again in the world. Even I can’t keep up with it······.”

“Shaolin Dharma Master and the Wudangpa patriarch Sam Bong Jinin were also like that. Living in the same era as such great masters can be a blessing, depending on your determination. Didn’t you receive the Nine-Yang-Il-Sik as well?”

“······That’s right. It’s a blessing beyond compare.”

Wijimyohwa smiled faintly. It was a smile of resignation.

The worries that tormented her were forcibly put to rest thanks to the cultivation she gained as Jongnam’s disciple.

Her pride as a swordsman and her youthful spirit were telling her not to be caught up, but she didn’t have the confidence to turn her back on Jeongyeonshin forever.

In the near future, Wijimyohwa will be looking at Jeongyeonshin’s back. She decided to accept it.

A tailwind blew through her silky hair, giving it strength.

But the grip holding the sword did not immediately become firm.

I was ready to step down from the top of my peers. I couldn’t possibly be full of energy.

“······I didn’t want to tell you.”

Jongnam Geomseon sighed. Although Jeongyeonshin was like a grandson, she could not compare to Wijimyohwa, who raised her like her own granddaughter.

“You should listen and keep quiet.”

“yes?”

“It’s a story about Yeonshin. Baekhoehyeol, the child who communicates with Mother Nature.”

He continues speaking to Wijimyohwa, who is looking puzzled.

“It was a slight change. However, each day is different. You are accepting too much of the power of heaven and earth. This is not good. It is something that even the most skilled masters would have a hard time handling.”

“What are you talking about······.”

“He doesn’t have much time left to live. And yet he struggles like that. As if he wants to leave his mark on the world.”

Wijimyohwa’s eyes widen as she speaks shockingly.

Jongnam Swordsman was now staring blankly at a cloud-covered mountain peak, carrying a backpack on his back.

“Regardless of his military merits and age, I felt a sense of respect. I am speaking to Yeonshin.”

* * *

After the conversation with Guyangsin and Yeoilsin.

I heard that a final battle plan had arrived from Paegeomjong. He said it was short but intense.

– Let’s rotate three days after the rain.

It was the end of February.

In the world of martial arts, the term “hwaen” (會戰) refers to a full-scale battle where the fate of a school is at stake.

It was completely different from the one-off battles of the past.

A head-on confrontation between the Thirteen Heavenly Clan and a faction of the Nine Sects. Something that will shake the martial arts world has happened.

The time was running out for the sects in each part of the Central Plains to react. The day of the decisive battle was approaching.

Hoooow-

The wind sweeping across the vast plain felt rough.

It is said that in the past, this was the place where the Weizhimyohwa killed the leader of a sect and earned the title of Sword Dragon.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked straight ahead among the disciples of the Jongnam faction.

A sword-like energy was burning in the crowd that must have numbered two hundred people.

The thirteen heavenly swordsman of the Apostles. It was a sect that coveted the most hegemonic power in the world.

At the forefront stood the absolute being of memory.

The Sword Master. His expressionless face looked familiar.

He still shows his energy without hiding it, with his large sword stuck in the ground.

Even though I was a thousand paces away, a tremendous wave of air blew by.

After learning martial arts properly, I could see how ridiculous my strength was.

“The author is the enemy of Jeong So-hyeop.”

Heonwonchang looked ahead and said. He knew the story of his colleague.

I don’t know if our friendship has deepened, but there was no sign of him backing down.

For the first time, Jeong Yeon-shin saw in Heon Won-chang an aspect that could be called a divine knight.

I walked forward with gratitude in my heart.

It was a place where the head of the Jongnam faction, Seocheon Geomgong Gu Yangshin, was looking straight ahead.

At that moment, someone from the Paegeomjong faction came forward alone and shouted.

“The third disciple of the Sword Master! Me! Is there anyone who can receive the sword of Wei Wuhyeok?”

It was a proposal for a vanguard war.

It was said that it was as common as a showdown between mid-level masters in the martial arts world.

It is to discourage the future of the sect by comparing it to its substance.

It was something I experienced once through the Hwasanpa’s Yoo Hyeon.

“I will present the request you have made to Jang Moon-in now.”

“Island beauty.”

Gu Yangxin turned his head. Their eyes met.

“I would like to make this request as the person who inherited the legacy of the late Grand Master Geomjong, the father of the Jangmunin clan and the husband of the great general. I will come forward as a guest of the Jongnam clan.”

“Jeong So-hyeop.”

From some point on, whenever he saw him, Weizhimyohwa would look at him with a strange expression.

A mixture of emotions crossed her expression. Jeong Yeon-shin bowed slightly and looked at Guyang-shin.

‘I can go out.’

It’s not a place for her to step forward.

He was slightly older than Wi Mu-hyeok, and his reputation was different.

Gu Yangxin nodded slowly.

If you really need to win, there is no one better than Jeong Yeon-shin among your peers.

“Have a nice trip.”

“thank you.”

After taking the example of the lottery, he took a step forward.

Wijimyohwa watched Jeongyeonshin’s back from the side of the Jongnampa adults.

A gaze that does not leave the back of the person moving forward.

There is a great monk who is burning himself and writing traces of life.

“He is already a great boy.”

Jongnam Swordsman’s sighs dispersed.

* *

“The Jongnam faction’s fate is over.”

These were the first words Wi Mu-hyeok uttered when he faced Jeong Yeon-shin.

He must have been around seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked like he was transitioning from a boy to a young man.

The dazzling sword and the crimson uniform were splendid, and I remembered seeing it briefly at the main hall. It was one of my enemies.

He looked Jeongyeonshin up and down and grumbled.

“You, I understand. Were you the head of the household? You were making such a ridiculous remark. I should have killed you then, but I’m glad you came before me now.”

“You couldn’t even use your hands back then?”

“It’s a life-or-death decision for an unmanned entity. What justification would the previous Shingeomdan leader have for intervening? He’d only be damaging my reputation. If what you believe is the same as last time, it’s truly unfortunate.”

Perhaps because he was the direct disciple of the leader of the Paekgeom clan, he had an arrogant air flowing from his body. There was no other nobleman like him.

‘Disciple of the Sword Master. I will take revenge and accumulate achievements.’

Jeongyeonshin drew her sword without saying a word.

His gaze was fixed on the sword master standing far behind Wi Mu-hyeok.

His sharply angular face was as indifferent as ever.

“Die now.”

Wi Mu-hyeok swung his sword along with his words. The way he didn’t care where his opponent was looking was typical of a Sapha warrior.

Whoa! Whoaah!

The explosive wave blasted a strong wind. The swords remained motionless in a crossed state.

Wi Mu-hyeok looks surprised at the swordsmanship that is not lacking at all.

“It’s pretty good.”

Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer. When he learned proper swordsmanship himself, he could see the flow of the sword.

The opponent’s sword was the same.

When he first entered Magwangik, he suddenly remembered the time when Cheongmyeong tested him.

He opened his mouth slowly.

“A famous person I know did that. He said he could guess other people’s qualities through their swordsmanship.”

“hmm?”

“So that’s what it meant.”

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin smiled, goosebumps ran up Wi Mu-hyeok’s arms.

Gwanghwageomryu.

The Ip-Hwang-Geom in his hand contained the sunlight.

At the same time, a blurry beam of light burst and pushed away the swords that were facing each other.

“What······!”

Jeongyeonshin’s hands did not stop. She wrapped her entire body in wind and passed the guy along with Jin Gak.

At the end of a diagonal white sword strike from his neck, Wi Mu-hyeok’s head fell off.

There was a loud noise. My body fell to the ground.

He put his sword away without even looking at the corpse.

“······.”

For a moment, silence fell over the plain.