Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 302

Softening and slurping

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Immediately after the fierce battle that would determine the direction of Shanxi martial arts world began.

It was a distant sky.

The bluish moonlight gently enveloped the figure of a woman riding a single sword.

Baekseo-gun looked down while standing on the sword.

Even though my ears are ringing with the sound of the strong wind blowing, I don’t blink even once.

She watched the fierce battle from outside the formation of the magic technique that Zhuge Liang had deployed. Her eyes, following the fierce battle between the rare powers in the world, moved continuously and slightly.

Kung! Kung!

The shockwave surged beyond the barrier of the magic circle. Even the sword poles beneath my feet shook slightly.

‘The reincarnation of a dragon.’

The inaction of the Zhuge family was truly amazing.

Could it be because he received full support from Yeo-ryeong and Pae-geom-jong while studying so much?

In a situation where there was no restraint from the sword master, he built a magic formation for a long time and reached the sword master’s chin, but now he may be comparable to Simmu Ryunju.

Since the formation of the Murim Alliance, there has been a lot of talk in the upper echelons of martial arts.

As a person from the Jegal family who requires a huge amount of wealth to become a warrior, I wonder if he is gathering resources from the world of martial arts to satisfy his own greed.

In fact, it was discovered that some of the massive financial inflow that later poured into the Murim Alliance was fading away.

However, the banner of overthrowing the enemy was at its peak, and Zhuge Liang was able to leave the alliance and perfect his martial arts skills.

It was the result of collusion between the position of the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance and the two members of the Thirteen Heavenly Kingdom.

‘Zhuge Vision, Treasure God’s Work.’

Masters of magical arts are usually difficult to demonstrate their full power.

Even lighting a single fireball requires careful use of internal energy and mantras, so there were many cases where one’s head was blown off by a master of the quick sword before one could properly display the skills one had learned.

Zhuge Liang was also known to be the last of the eight factions in terms of his original nature.

However, if the absolute ruler of magic had completely established his domain.

If he was the head of the Jegal family, who was called a peerless master even in peacetime when he was not prepared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle that unfolds under the barrier will shake up the world of martial arts in the future.

Although all the peerless masters who have lived for a long time as the best in the world are constantly growing stronger, the explosion of power of the Zhuge family is the only one that can be understood as having gone beyond the world of inspiration.

It is different from the unknown origin of the sword master’s martial arts advancement.

The flapping of wings by the Westerners who had already flown in all directions from Gongya Se-ga would immediately change the behavior of all the sects.

‘But… … .’

Baek Seo-gun suddenly turned his gaze to the side and his eyes narrowed.

It was way down below.

The one who is secretly active on one side of the barrier is annoying.

She had long, flowing hair like ebony, and wore a bright red robe. Her skin was unusually white, and it wasn’t just because of the moonlight.

The way he stared at her as if he could pierce through the inside of her sorcery gave off a glimpse of an obsession bordering on madness.

It’s very sinister. The way it looks at Seomye is like that.

A pure-blooded noble of the Blood Flame Cult and a true blood member, he is revered by demons.

‘Now he acts as a tyrant of the clan.’

The Blood Flame Cult’s Shanxi branch was destroyed by her. She is an extremely dangerous being.

As known to the sources of the Simmu-ryeon, he was the next cult leader who inherited the legacy of the Blood Flame cult leader.

He was also the one who kidnapped Jeong Yeon-shin to the main group of the Blood Flame Cult.

Baekseo-gun had managed to obtain the Yongmo Pagi of Chilsado with difficulty due to the records of Seomye’s actions received from his subordinates.

The invisible sword is the most dangerous. This is especially true for a master like me.

If we join forces with the Zhuge family, who have the support of 13 thousand and two, Seomye’s life will definitely be in danger.

The sword master’s lips slightly parted.

“How dare you.”

It was just after that that a sound like a lion’s growl came out.

Hwaaaaah!

The sword carrying the Baekseo Army descended sharply.

The gray short hair was swept up in a dim gale accompanied by the faint sound of the sword, and the ground grew rapidly as the flight speed gradually increased.

The face of Chil-sado, who suddenly turned around, was the same.

“what?”

A nervous surprise came out of his voice.

For a moment, a faint blood-red light flashed at her feet, and then she cut through the air as if she was dodging a diagonal downward strike.

* * *

A dark sphere that suddenly swallowed the Magic Wand. It is the essence of Jegal’s secret magic formation known as Tongcheon Yeongrakjin.

The battle centered around that strange shape.

Jegal Gaju, who is trying to cut off Jeongyeonshin with ten colorless threads floating in the air.

Two black and yellow ones trying to protect the youngest.

The crowd, including the nobles who were watching, gradually became unable to hide their expressions of shock.

They were usually lined up proudly on roofs or walls, each wearing glossy clothes and fine silk, but with an air of anxiety.

“We stood in good line. It was good that we asked the elders for advice.”

“Zhuge Liang is truly the reincarnation of Bokryong. How can he win?”

“This is truly an invincible power… … The landscape of martial arts will change.”

“My lord! I have sent a letter to the open branch office!”

“Well done. I’ll pay you handsomely. You’ll be able to access more valuable information in the future.”

It’s already a hundred and ten sums.

The fight between Gyeongcheon-dongji continued for a long time.

The aspects of life and death gradually converged into one.

When the ten strands of the Ja-ung-shin-pyeon were carved into the air in all directions according to the principles of the Bagua, the Ak-su-rim and Jin-myeong-jo, who had their backs turned to the sphere, drew long finger traces of the Ak-ga-chang’s Jeol-cho and Seom-hyeol-jo-beop (Flashing Blood Claw Method).

Every time that happened, the ground would burst open.

Jeez, jeez! Kwaaang!

It was accompanied by the laughter of the Zhuge family.

[You arrogant bastards, how dare you treat your juniors with respect! Act like a royal guard dog!]

A powerful gust of wind blew from the wave of Jinmyeongjo’s claws that were scattered along with blood. Immediately afterwards, a large shock wave exploded with a “Zzzzzzzzz”.

The two lines of the male and female Shinpyeon that had been approaching deep into the side of the sphere were bounced off.

Jin Myeong-jo’s arms, with their black sleeves hanging down, trembled intermittently. This was because he had not yet fully recovered from the penetration wound he had received in the first battle.

Now it was the limit. Only the cold, bloodshot eyes were shining coldly.

“… … .”

[It seems like he’s talking about saving face with his eyes. But is that the kind of expression that people who are attacking each other would make?]

As Zhuge Liang swept away the male and female branches that had touched the white forelock, the two branches merged into one and then swung long, forming a sudden surge of light.

It was the magic of sorcery and swordsmanship. The sound of the air being torn apart was incredibly loud. It stretched out towards the sphere where Jeongyeonshin was trapped.

Just before the sphere was cut in half, a small new figure holding a spear landed in front of the blow.

thud-!

The first step had already been taken as a realization. A hazy vortex rose from the elastically twisted waist to the tip of the spear.

It is a warrior’s technique that spreads an earthquake-like resonance in the atmosphere. Akga Chang (岳家槍) Jang Gun Horae (將軍號雷). In the series of flows, rather than being wasted, the power of the strike is repeatedly amplified in an instant.

The spearhead bent like a ray of light, creating violent waves that struck the thread.

In that moment, the corners of Zhuge Liang’s mouth smoothly rose.

Kwaaaaang!

Cool!

A girl with short black hair and a black robe was spitting out blood. Her shoulders were pierced by two strands of thread.

Among the fragments of the Ja-ung-shin-pyeon that were half destroyed, only three branches returned to Zhuge Liang and fluttered.

[There are thirty-six variations in one trajectory. It was enough to defend all ten strands of the Ja-ung-shin-pyeon.]

The sound of the six-harmonic battle was transformed into a sound that only reached Aksurim.

[However, the destruction method of the evil song is the first secret that this body has created since you became a monk. Your creation cannot escape the eye method of the head of the household. Isn’t this something that you have experienced continuously up until now? It is something I am very grateful for.]

thud.

The evil spirits who supported their bodies with spears let out colorful breaths of their disturbed internal energy. The strikes of a peerless master do not end with a penetrating wound.

Since I was constantly being exposed to the stimuli, I had to deal with the meridians flowing into my body.

It was like Jin Myeong-jo standing there blankly. Her whole body was also experiencing convulsions.

Aksurim’s lips twisted with difficulty.

“Somehow Ye-rim and Seon-ryong seemed close… You used the children’s interactions like that? How many times have you spied on Bi-mu? It’s so dirty, really. I wonder if you’re a son of a bitch.”

[They say that the best of the Palga are entering Iphwangseong, so why should we question the morality of the martial arts world? If it was Myeolseomdaeju instead of you, the situation might have been different. The Lord of Ruyicheon would have been able to discuss the odds of victory with your two juniors.]

“I guess you’ve heard the saying, ‘the three black bonds’. You can’t even plant a spy in your own castle.”

[It was long. Just die now.]

That was when.

Behind the Aksurim.

A crack appeared in the pitch-black sphere.

Kugu Palace―

The light spreads. It is accompanied by a vibration that hits hard at the feet. The light spreads in all directions, like a flower bud blooming.

As soon as the sphere shattered and crumbled, the crowd surrounding it began to stir loudly.

[hmm?]

The shattered Ja-ung-shin-pyeon surrounding the Zhuge Liang who had raised his voice in question came to mind.

The sight of the threads of the river recovering on their own and floating in the air is truly amazing. It is enough to calm down many of the noisy crowds in an instant.

“It’s over.”

“Even if the Magwangikju comes out here… … .”

“Isn’t that the extent of the Iphwangsinchang? The divine blood extreme demon.”

“Now it’s one-on-one.”

“The youngest black one and that Zhuge Liang.”

“Let’s go in. If we’re going to accept Wolseongmun’s demands… we’ll have to first re-examine the ledgers at the top of the mountain.”

Damn it.

The appearance of the peerless nobleman with his sword hanging down was extremely extraordinary.

She was covered in translucent lotus flowers all over her body.

Looking at the appearance and prayer that blurs the sense of reality under the hair fluttering in the moonlight, it seems like you should bring up a distant tale rather than a living, present-day person.

If it were just appearance, I would compare it to Songok and Ban-ak, but the prayer that made my skin crawl was not like that.

Originally, Gangho was a world where people used exaggerated nicknames to increase each other’s fame.

“That lotus flower and that mitae. The Buddhist guardian deity comes to mind. It must be Prince Nata. He may not have three heads, but his prayers and his dignity… … .”

“Precious lives are being lost.”

It was when some of the crowd burst into cheers and murmurs.

The chieftain Jegal burst into a refreshing laugh.

[I wish I had died there. For your sake. Wouldn’t it be better than closing my eyes in a helplessness I’ve never experienced in my life?]

“Senior Ak, Senior Jin, how are you feeling?”

Jeongyeonshin, who had momentarily blurred the lotus flower, looked at the seniors on both sides. She was holding Zhuge Liang in her sense of urgency.

The gaze scanning the wounds was filled with sadness, but Jin Myeong-jo, with his eyes wide open, did not respond, while Ak Soo-rim became excited.

“I think I can go to that extent.”

“Where?”

“I told you to run away when the balance of the alliance is broken! Think about your age! You are not a blemish! We have lived enough and killed enough. I have no regrets about crossing the Samdo River.”

“Senior Ak, Senior Jin, how are you feeling?”

“Do you have to repeat it like that?”

She smiled weakly and sheepishly.

Sarak.

On the other side, snow-white sleeves flutter. Perhaps they are celebrating the first step in a long undertaking.

The Zhuge Liang carrying the luggage on his back seemed relaxed enough to allow an intermission in the midst of a life-or-death situation.

The two stood face to face. It was truly one-on-one.

[You won’t be able to escape. There’s no way this body would miss the first target to kill, and you won’t be able to escape the Ja-ung-shin-pyeon with your dull internal energy. It’s the same even if you’re surrounded by that strange power right now. You’re a child who hasn’t achieved the unity of the spirit and energy.]

“Dull… …?”

It was when Jeongyeonshin was staring at him.

The pebble in his arms reacted. It was more powerful than the law that the Ungajeilkwon had.

As he listened to Zhuge Liang’s words, blood flowed to the tip of his head without him realizing it, and a strange sensation flowed into his upper abdomen, which was warmed by the pressure of the blood.

It was a very strange feeling.

The phenomenon of sympathy that occurred during the life-or-death battle with Kwon Mu-gong comes to mind. The world that Unhwa-ryeon felt, the five senses that Unga Jeil-kwon possessed.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s qualities were not missed at all.

-Your senses will remember me.

For a moment, it seemed as if I heard her voice. It was something that entered my mind like a breeze and stimulated an old topic.

“… You don’t have to worry about the condition of my spirit.”

Jeongyeon Shin slowly moved her lips.

“Because there’s no need.”

* * *

A vast moonlight spread over the cluster of huge pavilions.

The citadel standing tall in the center of the vast grounds was also surrounded by a misty mist.

A hazy glow was shining on each marble wall, but the young face of the maid who had entered the inner chamber was tense and tense.

He was holding a book wrapped in silk in his arms.

‘Does that make sense?’

She kept asking herself three questions: Me? Really? Does that make sense…?

―You deserve to receive the Lord’s favor as much as the dirt under your fingernails. You were born with a rather refined innate talent. Small mistakes won’t reach him. They’ll only be heard loudly in my ears. Do well.

It had been a long time since the words of the valet with the boyish face had faded from my mind.

The strangely warm and pure white hemp clothes worn by the workers of Ip Hwang Seong felt strangely familiar. Were they always this rough?

I don’t know how I climbed the stairs that were curled up like a dragon’s body in a fairy tale. The cool smell of marble was wafting over my skin.

Yeah, yeah―

When she came to her senses, she was met with the sight of a giant stone gate opening by itself.

‘ah.’

I have a dream.

I think so.

My vision became blurry as if I was swimming in a dream.

From the moment the fragrant scent of grass reached my nose, and the moment I caught a glimpse of the figure lying slanted against the tree trunk, my soul fell into a sea of dreams.

It felt like my consciousness was overflowing.

It was literally mind-boggling. My mind couldn’t fully accept the presence that was in front of me like an ocean.

They avoided clearly recognizing the superiors who were so high and mighty.

Swish.

With his consciousness still in a state of confusion, he untied the bundle in his arms and took out the book. He was walking towards the heavenly god.

At the same time, he opened the book and started turning the pages. I vaguely heard him say which page it was. The lord was completely engrossed in the entire book.

Sarak.

Before she knew it, the maid had dared to sit down next to the Emperor, and she realized that the old scroll in the Emperor’s hand was the original copy of the book he had just opened.

Immediately afterwards, the two books were spread out in the same section and floated into the air. It was an extremely mysterious sight, yet the maid breathed naturally and dreamily.

The original text immediately catches the eye.

It was a clumsy, pressed-down script.

The strokes were a mess, with the strokes becoming darker and lighter repeatedly, while the letters drew perfect lines.

I don’t know if he had never seen a good font before or if the person who taught him the technique was perfunctory.

at that time.

The Emperor suddenly raised his arm.

Swish.

The tips of his long, outstretched fingers lightly touch the letters Ojakgyo.

Amid the sharp contrast between the porcelain-white skin and the ink-colored writing, Ip Hwang-seong-ju’s fingers slowly lowered to the tip of the gag.

[You can extract the points that suit your taste from here. There are three key points: Boksaeng Eomi (福生於微), Gimingjeophyeol (氣命接穴), and Daeojakgyo (大烏鵲橋). You don’t need a diagram of the human body. You can feel it. If you show the finished version with extra details to your brothers, you might get scolded.]

“Call Magaju.”

A beautiful voice tickled the maid’s ears.

The pure white fingers rose from the tip of the knot, then came back down, lightly brushing the old paper.

For a moment, he lost focus and ignored the maid’s movements as she got up from her seat.

[It’s Chilseok.

The Cowherd, who was living in the east of a distant star cluster, meets the Weaver Girl on the other side.

The town is excited. Young and old people are laughing.

It’s called the day of people who like each other. It’s silly, but it looks fun. It’s funny how they fly kites and try to get the strings tangled on purpose.

The eldest brother was given a kite shaped like a falcon. He said he would fly it with the daughter of the head of the Kang clan.

I don’t have any. I tried to get some sticks to make one, but the governor stopped me.

My father said that if the evil spirit that harmed my mother spreads widely and reaches the farmland, it will be a big problem… … It seems like he was right.]

[I must create a bridge within myself.

How strong is the bridge connecting the two sides of the sky?

I thought of the Gihae point on the navel and the Myeongmun point on the back. These are the most useful points among the channels of internal energy. I wonder what would happen if their functions were combined.

I don’t think the coin will come. It seems like it will protect the internal organs… My feeling is never wrong. That’s why it’s fun. Let’s move it carefully past the abdominal artery. With my mother.]

[Gihaehyeol and Myeongmunhyeol.

Even if the two are not attached to each other, wouldn’t they be touching if you overlap the inner energy bridge in the middle vein?

I tried it and it worked. I guess I’ll have to tie it to the Sojucheon part of Jeonggadonggong.

The mother’s thoughts also reach here. If the mind that handles the true energy is not gentle, it is very likely that you will get hurt.

On the other side of my bridge is you.

warm.

No need for a kite.]

For a moment, moonlight seeped into the silence.

But it didn’t last long.

“You can say anything.”

A soft, warm whisper brushes the leaves in the room.

“Your life has already paid for it.”

ridge-

The book that touched the tip of the Emperor’s finger gave off a faint afterimage and pulsed once.

It was a Dharma treasure that had accumulated over a long period of time the thoughts of ascendancy, and had finally acquired a mystical spirituality.