Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 300

Lotus (19)

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Under the sky where the spirits of the Tang Dynasty, Ma Gwang-ik-ju and Jeong Sim-an Jegal Cheong-a, spread their white wings and swam, there was a manor consisting of a dozen or so pavilions.

Gong Ya-se.

The once prestigious name fell from the social circles of Shanxi aristocrats.

The Ronin Geomunbi was the Magwangikju of Iphwangseong.

Gong Ya-se, who treated him as a guest, became the target of criticism from the Gangho community.

The princess who had been revered as a noblewoman was no longer invited to the banquets of the clansmen, and the princess who had simultaneously held the titles of Xie Long (俠龍) and Jian Feng (劍鳳) in the Shanxi Yongfeng Branch was despised by the later gentry.

A family that has turned its back on martial arts.

A traitor who brought in the Emperor’s favor.

The excuse of not knowing was not acceptable. Those with knowledge already knew the truth.

They just needed an excuse to bring down the Gongya family’s influence.

In a situation where powerful clans were dividing up the land of Shanxi as large landowners, the fertile land held by the Gongye clan was an object of great greed.

It ended up being like they gave me the seat just for show.

The Gongya Se-ga estate was the stronghold of the long-running martial arts competition. He had to be satisfied with that.

If the powerful clans were to completely abandon their place of fellowship, the Gongye clan would instantly turn from a member of a wolf pack to a mere piece of meat.

“You should be grateful! Isn’t it like they let you in even after betraying you?”

Damn it.

A large man with a red face, holding a flask of liquor in his hand, shouted. His stride through the wide alleys was a big one.

He was staggering around the Gongya family estate as if it were his own home, heavily intoxicated.

“The alcohol tastes bad! Is it because a traitor made it? It must be because his hands are dirty!”

Every time he shouted, the bushes that had grown through the winter air swayed. Even the dust that had accumulated on the wall occasionally scattered into a blur.

“You have a good voice. Is that what you call blood? You have the makings of a general.”

“Wasn’t your father the one who ran away from the front line with all his wealth when he was a general?”

“I must have eaten the elixir like rice.”

“Aerodynamics has found its use. It is truly a heartwarming sight.”

None of the nobles passing through the manor stopped Gwiiltae.

I just watched with interest from afar or passed by without saying a word.

The Gongya Se-ga is a honeycomb that holds honey. Why should I stop them when they are so obsessed with saving face that a fatherless scoundrel is tearing at their shells?

“Magwangikju, who was protected by that son of a bitch, Murhyeop! Tell Magwangikju to come out! Gongya Sega, who hid Magwangikju, do not ignore the orders of this prince! Bring the thousand men of the Five-month Great Salmon! Magwangikju! Magwangikju is the key!”

A drunken atmosphere emanated from the silver ring.

The certainty that he would not be able to show up in this place where the Zhuge Family might appear at any time, the fear that the status and inaction of the Magwangikju brought about, and the anger at the fear that was not befitting of a noble family, all mixed together uselessly like wine poured into a furnace.

Gong Ya-se was unable to stop Gwi Il-tae’s evil deeds.

Whenever someone could not stand it and tried to step forward, the local nobles who came as guests would try to stop them in a gentle yet overbearing manner.

“The author has lost his father. If you don’t let him vent his anger, I don’t know what he will do to the people in the future.”

“Don’t you know? His birth.”

It was a day that repeated itself for several days. The Gongya family was given corresponding clans.

In a world where even the strongest people in the world die in a joint attack, there was no way that the Gongye family, invaded by powerful clans, could function properly.

Phew―

The roof of the pavilion overlooking Gwiiltae’s drunken state.

The swordsman with the great sword standing on the tiles let out a thin breath.

Her sharp eyes and crimson silk uniform matched her appearance very well, but her hand holding the sword only revealed blood vessels and she was unable to draw the sword.

Now, rather than being afraid to show herself to everyone, she wants to step into the arena and draw her sword.

In accordance with the law of the jungle, the Gongya family was no longer a family.

Sogaju Gongyajeong.

Jegal Qing’er, who was glancing at her from the side, pushed her long, dull hair back onto her neck.

After Jegal Hyeon’s death, Jeong Yeon-sin asked him to look after Gong Ye-se’s family, so he stayed there.

He became friends with her because he saw his brother in her. Now, he was hiding his identity as the only remaining successor to the Zhuge family.

“The Jeongsama is fading away.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Gong Ye-jeong answered politely. Even though she had gone through this situation because of the events of the Imperial Palace, she did not treat Zhuge Qing’er coldly.

He suppressed all his anger for the sole reason that he had learned swordsmanship from Jeong Yeon-shin. It was the attitude of an honest warrior.

Zhuge Qing’er spoke to her in a respectful tone.

“The long-standing distinctions in the martial arts world are disappearing in the face of famine. It’s become natural to take property by force. I realized this after traveling the world of martial arts with Master Jeong Gongja. The majority of martial arts people are trash.”

Actually, I knew it since I was little. It was when I was guided by my father’s hand and examined the traces of prey on a corpse with an ophthalmologist.

Swish.

Jegal Qing’er rubbed the roof with leather shoes lined with white silk.

“If you come, I can help you. I’m sure the Lord will allow it.”

“… … Only the most brilliant ones have gathered here. Gogageommun, Suwolmun, Changcheonbang… The sects that act like the Palga or Sipsamcheon of other castles have gathered in one place, so our clan must consider death before drawing its sword. Survival is more important than their brutality.”

Gong Yajeong slowly took her hand off the hilt of her sword. The long fingers characteristic of a talented swordsman brushed against the sword wave and came down.

“I know you are a master of Magwangik, but I cannot drag you into a fleeting death. Even Gogageommun and Changcheonbang have practically dragged all of our disciples here. They are seriously planning to raid our granary… The number of masters is not right.”

“I’m okay with whatever happens.”

Zhuge Qing’er’s transparent gaze turned towards the distant mountains.

The mountain where her brother was buried was bare of grass, and covered only with pure white snow, holding on to the end of winter. Even though winter was passing and spring was coming.

“May I ask you about your lord?”

The Archduchess suddenly said.

Jegal Qing’er’s small head nodded coolly.

“I will only answer what I can say.”

“Are you really planning to fight against the Zhuge Family? Isn’t Bokryong Hwansaeng one of the most powerful figures in the martial arts world?”

“… That’s right.”

“Didn’t Jegal Gaju leave the Martial Arts Association in good health even though he was expelled from it? It was formed with the goal of overthrowing Iphwangseong, but instead, the Iphwangseong master exposed his corruption, and even if those who were vulnerable to him became his shields… It’s hard to consider it from a commercial standpoint. Those who excommunicate should be severely punished. Why would that be?”

“He is so incredibly strong that he can greatly benefit from that shield.”

“You said it right. No matter how strong Ma Gwang-ik-ju is, he has no chance of winning now… I understand that he is around the same age as my younger brother. The opponent is one of the eight great lords.”

If the Zhuge family really dies, the situation of the Gongye family will inevitably change significantly.

The influence of the Huangcheng clan will spread widely in Shanxi, which is close to the wasteland of the Great Wave.

Even without having to place the unmanned people there, it would have happened just with the death of the absolute being. That was the logic and ecology of the martial arts world.

At that time, Gong Ya-se will also rise up greatly. Because he is now suffering humiliation due to his association with Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

“… … .”

Jegal Qing’er didn’t say much for a moment. He just kept putting strength into the foot that was rubbing the tiles, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed far below.

“You’re talking about your younger brother.”

“hmm?”

“Is that him?”

The estates of powerful aristocrats are built like palaces.

On one side of the wall that stretched straight to the banquet hall, a nobleman with sharp eyes like a grand duchess was blocking Gwiiltae. It was Gong Yasu, the duke.

“Stop using the excuse of the Magwangikju and the murderous act as an excuse to commit atrocities. It’s not only ugly, but also extremely pathetic. It wasn’t us who made the Lord of Guiga look so low!”

The red uniform of the Duke of Yi was shaking with excitement. The beast of the gong continued to speak fiercely.

“You rascal who can’t even say a word when facing the Magwangikju!”

Hahahahahahaha!

Gwiiltae laughed loudly.

“You little beast! I didn’t know your liver would grow this much!”

It was a deep, booming voice. It spread out so much that it felt like my stomach was a cave, creating a sense of grandeur.

It had already attracted the attention of the guests, but now onlookers were quickly climbing over the wall or standing on it, anticipating a possible fight.

It was a huge, chaotic feast under the law of the jungle.

Gwiiltae looked around as if welcoming them, then turned his gaze to Gongyasu.

“So, where is the precious Magwangikju now?”

“… … .”

“Let me guess.”

The thick lips of Gwangcheon-gwangdo Gwiil-tae twisted. He suddenly spread both arms wide.

“I’ll bet my Shaoxing wine that the current Ma Guang-ik-ju was afraid to face the Zhuge family and fled! He’s not even the absolute master of purple!”

Waaaa …

“He may not be very good at speaking, but his voice is the best in Shanxi!”

It was a world where entertainment was rare.

A middle-aged man with a bushy beard applauded from the crowd. He was the powerful and renowned Changcheonbangju.

Following his gesture, a deep aura arose and a faint vapor rose from the gap between his hands. Those around him who caught a glimpse of this clapped their hands along with him.

That was when.

The place where the Ark of the Covenant stood.

Hwaak-

The sky and the earth were connected by an opaque pillar.

The thick line that appeared without any particular sound disappeared faintly, and the hands and feet, whose bodies had been erased as if in a dream, were roughly spread out on the ground.

“uh……?”

“What, what happened.”

The people in the arena had blank expressions on their faces. Perhaps it was because it was a sight that was difficult to accept as someone’s departure.

The bodies of Gong Ye-jeong and Jegal Cheong-ah, who had been running from afar, kicking between rooftops, suddenly stopped.

[A noble family should not be frivolous.]

The sound of the Six Harmonies resonated divinely. It was a clear voice, as if plucking a melody.

and.

Woof-

Coming down through the clouds.

The pure white hem of her clothes fluttered greatly. It looked like an orphaned crane flapping its wings.

[There it was. A flock of bats weighing Wolseongmun and Iphwangseong.]

A man suspended in mid-air. His sleeves, constantly fluttering as he was hit by the wind from a high place, looked strangely suited.

He was a peerless handsome man. Just by the outline of his face, he could be called a handsome man.

It was surrounded by a transcendent atmosphere.

He wears a pitch-black hat on his head, and the translucent cotton thread flowing down from under the wide brim gives him the feeling of a king’s crown.

A thin jawline is worthy of the expression “noble.”

“Emptiness… …?”

“Zhuge Liang!”

A commotion that spreads like a wave riding on the crowd.

Amid the crowd’s commotion, several people walked towards the frozen Guiltae.

“I send my regards to the Lord of Wolseongmun, Bokryonghwansaeng. I am the Lord of Gogageommun.”

“Zhuge Liang, why don’t you go to Suwolmun?”

They were a middle-aged man and woman. The Gogajeommunju and Suwolmunju. They were the same level as the owner of this estate, and could be said to be the leaders of the Shanxi aristocrats.

The ends of their long robes, swept in red and yellow under the feet of the two men, revealed their unrivaled status.

It means to behave respectfully wherever you go.

Woohoooooooo―

The young qi waves spread out into the air, drawing countless curves all over the two people’s bodies.

It was a wave of energy that resisted the overwhelming presence of the Zhuge Liang family.

“Huh,” a small snort was heard. It was from the head of the household.

[Kneel down.]

He said.

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The smoke that filled the winter sky was an unusually thick ash color.

Gongya Se-ga was reduced to ruins.

Due to Gwiiltae’s drunken behavior, onlookers continued to flock in.

The warriors who had not seen the end of the Ark of the Sky challenged the name of Bokryong Hwansaeng.

It was right after they saw their teacher, mentor, disciple, and brother-in-law kneeling and bowing their heads.

The martial arts lords are those who act like royalty in the local area.

I have never felt a wider world. That is why the noble spirits that ronin sometimes display are treated as sorcery.

Many of them jumped towards the Zhuge Liang, and were hit by a gust of wind that blew in like a tidal wave, and all of them lost their heads.

Some of them even had their entire backs split open.

There is no martial artist who would remain silent upon seeing the sight of the disciples’ blood gushing out like a spray of water.

The leaders of the Shanxi aristocrats, who had been kneeling with suppressed blood flow from the mighty Wuwei, drew their weapons.

And now.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The red-robed Suwolmunju shattered two buildings and bounced off.

The storm surge back up and claws at the ground, creating an extremely loud noise.

Blood poured out mixed with the shattered pieces of the white-light-filled self-defense weapon.

“Keughuk―! Ugh… … !”

Next to her, a corpse with its lower body missing was with its eyes closed. It was the Goga Inspector who had attacked with her.

[Suwolmunju. You are blocked by the wall of unity of Jeonggisin. At that point, you can be called the best master in Shanxi. The best in Hoguang is Iphwangseongju, and the best in Hanam is Shaolin Abbot, so your position is extremely high.]

From afar, a mocking voice called “Yuk-Hap-Jeon-Seong” rang out. It was a word that belittled the Shanxi martial arts world.

The absolute groan of the god’s brain had now become so frightening that even the sound was unbelievable.

“You killed my disciple… … .”

[Enter the Wolseongmun Mountains. I will make you the vanguard of an elite group that will regain the freedom of the martial arts world.]

“If you had persuaded me nicely, I would have listened to you… …!”

[A loser cannot become a martial arts master. The same goes for those who lack spirit. How can I show mercy to those who continue to weigh things even after hearing my cause? I will have to deal with Iphwangseong in the future.]

“You are here!”

Chook―

Suddenly, a colorless thread slit her throat. Suwolmunju’s wrinkled mouth twitched, and her eyes lost focus.

The point where Suwolmunju was just before it bounced off.

“… … .”

Silence fell on the empty space in front of the training ground where Gwiiltae and Gongyasu raised their voices.

It was cold and hot.

The guests of the three-digit number of non-celebratory events gathered and remained silent. The same was true of the dignitaries who arrived at Gongya Se-ga late.

The breeze caressing my skin had the feel of a transparent winter, but the air in the now ruined manor was stifling, carrying with it the soot of the stone.

It was an absolute aftermath of the exit.

[I am your wish.]

Chook.

The Zhuge family leader, standing on the empty space, spread out his fan widely. Behind him, the Gongye family leader, whose crimson clothes were torn to pieces, sat with his head bowed.

He seemed to have lost consciousness. The Grand Duchess and the Duke of Yi were in tears and were massaging their father’s body to the point of bloodshed.

The crowd was speechless.

With the powerful local powers gathered together, it was as if the Shanxi martial arts world had been taken over by one person.

Suddenly, a semi-spherical barrier surrounding the vast field confirmed it. It was the absolute territory of the Zhuge Clan.

Sarak-

“My lord, the servants have been waiting eagerly.”

It was when Gwiiltae was prostrating himself with a seemingly elegant demeanor.

Damn it.

A pair of black leather shoes stepped on his head as he bowed. The sound of sand crunching on the dirt floor was chilling.

The moment I raised my head, a letter appeared in my field of vision.

Huang (荒).

“crazy……!”

The head of Gwiiltae, who was spitting out curses, was crushed by being stepped on.

The sound of skulls cracking along with the texture of sticky blood. However, no one paid attention to the corpse lying face down and dead.

Suddenly, three people appeared.

The Zhuge Liang forces retreat, oppressed from three sides.

Three figures, each wearing a pitch-black robe, formed a clear outline in the bright moonlit night.

Under the boy’s face, where the moonlight had settled, everything else seemed to lose its color.

Magwangikju Island. Moonlight rippled through her hair as she walked.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s long black sleeves fluttered.

Sling.

Moonlight shatters over the sword that has been drawn out gracefully.

The eyes of those guarding the spot widened. The originally pure white sword of Magwangikju began to turn blue.

As auspicious waves rippled across the blade, the entire territory of the Zhuge Clan shook.

Ku-Kung-

The silence did not last long.

The three great leaders of the Iphwangseong Shingumdan took steps.

Damn it.

It was the sound of footsteps that resonated clearly in the silence. Dust rose up from the hems of the three men’s trousers.

The speed and intensity of the internal energy rush that warmed up the meridians of the entire body was so fast that the invisible energy waves crushed and shook off the surrounding dirt and dust.

[I’ve been waiting. Are you ready?]

The head of the household, Jegal Gaju, covered his mouth with a fan and let out a small laugh.

Saaaaa―

As the surrounding atmosphere began to shake and turbulent due to the inability to withstand the energy waves of the New Sword Master, the Blood-Blooding Master, and the Magic Wing Master, more and more people began to turn around instead of running away.

The heads of the eight great families and the great lords of Iphwangseong.

It was a shocking standoff. A truly huge political situation was at stake.

“… … .”

The air was rapidly becoming dreary. A dry wind was blowing through the hems of her black clothes.

Kang-ho stared at them.