Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 307

Heonwon (2)

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“I am curious as a military man, not as an official. The qualities of the clan chief are also said to be rare martial talents in the world… at least in his hometown.”

The gentle scent of tea spread throughout the guest room, where the wood was smoothly finished.

As the sunlight streamed in like waves, casting a white light under the window frame, the fragrance of precious Yongjeong tea flowed in a dignified manner.

“I said seventeen. It’s a question that came to mind when I heard the story of the first Heavenly Horse and the Shamanist Sam Bong Jinin, and I think it applies to you too. How did you become so strong at that age?”

“As I live······.”

“Yes, it makes no sense that someone like you is in front of my eyes. However, when that bastard Jegal’s self-defense energy was shattered, I was truly shocked. My master is quite skilled in the sense of qi, and when I felt it with my upper body, the emanation of the light wave was truly exquisite and terrifying. It permeated Jegal’s inner energy barrier like a piece of a gap. I don’t know if I felt it properly because it was so fleeting······.”

The air surrounding the room was extremely calm.

The strange faces of the black-haired men sitting around the round table were the same, as was the expression on the face of Kang Su-hui, the Comrade of the Dok-dong, who for some reason was always praising his subordinates.

Comrade Dodok only spoke stories based on facts, mixing in his own insights and experiences.

A deep voice was combined with a way of speaking that made the listener blur the line between casual praise and grand flattery.

The highest-ranking official in the imperial court in Beijing.

He lived in a completely different world.

Jeong Yeon-shin nodded absentmindedly as she thought about Heonwonchang.

If he had gone to Jageumseong instead of Iphwangseong, wouldn’t he have been much more successful? No, no. Then, does that mean there is no Iphwang Credit Union in Ma Gwang-ik?

I wonder if it’s because both internal and external injuries cause such gentle pain. All sorts of thoughts came to mind.

“Did I make too much noise?”

Dodokdongji, who had been quietly watching Magwangikju, smiled faintly.

A smile that gave off an aged vibe that didn’t match his appearance, which made him look like he was in his thirties. His actual age was probably not that old either.

“···I will kill all the nobles gathered here. I intend to wipe out the seeds of Shanxi martial arts world. Since my first plan was blocked, I will have to go for the second plan.”

He said suddenly.

That was the main point.

The collar of Jeongyeonshin’s clothes, which had been slowly lowering along with her exhalation, stopped.

The clothes I have now are not the clothes of the Emperor of the Imperial Family. The long robe I inherited from Majin has become a rag on the back of the jacket.

Because of that, he received a black robe with no design from Gong Ya-se.

There was no Hwang (荒) character pattern. The family’s tailor fled during the melee, and Sogaju Gong Ye-jeong personally apologized.

As for Jeongyeonshin, it was good.

In addition to the clothes he received from his uncle, there was one more set of clothes, but the prince was reluctant to wear them because they were too big.

It was inevitable that Heonwonchang would come to mind once again.

‘Drying up the seeds of Shanxi martial arts world?’

I glanced left and right and there was no significant change in the faces of the two seniors.

Aksurim seemed to have forced strength into the corners of his lips, which had become loose due to intoxication, while Jinmyeongjo, as usual, looked cool and composed with his eyes slightly lowered.

Jeongyeonshin decided to remain silent for a moment.

“The original authors called Kang Ho-in are of no help to the world. They are not creators, but rather exploiters and destroyers. They do not even pay tribute, they are nothing more than a herd of beasts on the land… They treat the common people like screens or firewood.”

It seemed like a human growl. The spirit of the highest military official flowed out.

“There was a young man who worked as a servant for the main office and was sent back to the countryside. He was a child with a natural character even though he had no education. I can still vividly remember him smiling brightly because they paid him generously. He said that his hometown was here in Shanxi… He opened an inn and got caught up in a fight between martial artists, and it’s been ten years since he was exiled. Yes, he’s dead.”

As he continued to speak, Comrade Do-dok’s expression became colder. He seemed to be absorbed in the story.

“Kang Ho-in.”

As he talked about the other side of martial arts outside of the world of martial arts, his fingers tapping the table gradually gained strength.

“Isn’t he the number one contributor to the disruption of the country’s peace? It’s worse in times of famine. Although he can’t help with farming, he uses his military achievements for personal gain, saying he wants to fill his own hungry stomach and not starve to death. He acts like a strong man and commits plunder. That’s because he’s human before he’s a martial artist. In a world where lawbreakers with murderous skills run rampant… It’s truly inevitable.”

Comrade Do-dok-dong chewed on his words and swallowed them.

“The place where romantic trash is strewn everywhere is Gangho. Only a few sage leaders shine so proudly, but their stars are so small and dim that they do not catch the eyes of the main office. I intend to use this opportunity to erase them. I have prepared for ten years to wipe out the Gangho of Shanxi. I have thoroughly investigated the cases that remained unsolved due to their careless attention.”

Swish.

Suddenly he took out a gorgeous green-yellow scroll from his bosom.

It wasn’t a thick document, but he immediately extended his arm and handed it to Jeong Yeon-shin.

“I swear that every word written here is true. I stake my family, my official position, and my honor on it. It may not look like much, but it is the result of having served as the governor of Shanxi, the inspector general, and the provincial governor. The governor of Shanxi is my sister.”

As he was the one who assassinated Zhuge Liang, he seemed to have ignored the relationship between black seniors and juniors.

“······.”

Jeong Yeon-shin hesitated to accept it. If it was a request from the Comrade Do-dok, it would be considered a great achievement beyond the average black mission.

It was not polite to Jinmyeongjo and Aksurim to accept it right away.

What should I do? My thoughts were focused on the conflict. The light in my heart had no choice but to loosen up a bit.

That was when.

Suddenly, a pitch-black sleeve brushed the end of the scroll and went down. It was a movement mixed with a small amount of energy.

The document rolled towards Jeongyeonshin. It was accompanied by Jinmyeongjo’s icy voice.

“You have cut off Zhuge Tianxiang’s head. Don’t hesitate to come forward.”

He stood up from his seat after giving advice to Jeong Yeon-shin. He left a message saying that he would go in as he had difficulty moving.

Flutter─

The pitch-black color of the long black robe brings out the back of the divine blood demon. It was very lonely.

Until he opened the door and went out, his steps were very natural. Jeong Yeon-shin’s heart swelled slightly as she felt her senior’s courage.

“Naa─ should be watching our island.”

Aksurim chuckled in a drunken state, his head tilted to the side.

He said he was experiencing internal pain similar to that of a shin splint.

Jeong Yeon-shin could not dare tell her to blow off her drunkenness to the Great Stream.

As I slowly unraveled the document, a report written in archaic script was revealed.

[Daho Hui Family.

They are a group of people who have set up a farm in Mt. Muryang in Simju and commit plunder.

He has sharpened his sword and fists, so his grip is strong.

There is a rumor that when the village cannot secure food, they kill people for meat, and this has been confirmed to be true after tracing the path of the head of the clan, Huihoryang, all the way to Taewonbu.

There had been suspicions raised about him in the past, but the head of the household hushed up the unfavorable situation by killing the Hyulsa Gyogeom that was running around near Simju.

The history of the garden is long and its voice is loud in the Shanxi River.

[Ji-gyo-mugwan (Ji-gyo-mugwan).

A group of people who received alms and took in disciples from the land of Zezhou in Shanxi Province.

Although mature students periodically disappear, the military authorities send their disciples up to Beijing to take the military service examination.

The martial arts of the officials are highly esteemed and have a high reputation. They protect the village from violent ronin and have a good reputation in the surrounding area.

This year, four children of merchants from Taewonbu and three wives of landowners from Pyongyangbu who were accepted as disciples have disappeared.

None of them have been confirmed in Beijing.

It is believed to be a human trafficking operation connected to the Cheon Geuk Mun (天剋門) among the Sado Dae Bang Sects called the Thirteen Heavenly …

I have attached the certificate as an attached document. Among the ‘surviving disciples’ of Cheon Geuk Moon, there is one from Shanxi.

Those who failed to become disciples are thought to have been killed.

Originally, only children from poor families who had contributed most of their wealth to pay for the entrance fee were allowed to participate, but due to crop failures, it seems that they no longer discriminate against the origins of their disciples.

It is presumed that he attended the Shanxi Feiwu Competition to bring in those who were not able to enter the Zhuge Liang family.

Fall, fall.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand turned the pages of the document one by one. The contents of the reports were largely similar.

The impressions, martial arts achievements, and crimes of the powerful men who had built up their power were written down. Evidence such as pictures and ledgers were also attached on the back.

“I had something to do.”

Jeongyeonshin muttered slowly.

“I know you need to recuperate… but please help me. There won’t be another day when they gather like today. However, if you provoke them carelessly and they run away while showing off their great lightness, you’ll only end up adding to the number of bandits in the Green Forest. You’ll need very powerful lightness maneuvers and strong weaponry.”

The voice of Comrade Do-dok was in my ears.

“I have no intention of tarnishing your reputation by offering a price. Just listen. It seems like you’ve already heard the answer.”

“······.”

“When deciding on a purple-level person in Ip Hwang Seong, the Emperor and the Lord of Ip Hwang Seong exchange letters with spiritual objects. It is a very noble discussion. During the process, the Emperor tends to listen to the opinions of the highest-ranking officials. It is about how the candidate’s personality and martial arts aptitude will fit with the affairs of the country. He will definitely ask the clan leader who has been in contact with you. Well, it seems like it is unnecessary for you to ask······.”

“I read it all. These people are all close to the local government, so how will you handle the backlash if they are wiped out?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked, re-rolling the scroll and handing it over.

The corners of Dok-dong-ji’s mouth rose in a smooth curve.

“There’s more evidence. I’ll let it be known when I punish those bastards again.”

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Gong Yagaju still hasn’t regained consciousness.

This is because he was treated so cruelly by the dead Zhuge Liang. It was a stroke of luck that he did not die instantly.

“I didn’t know I would be invited to a place like this during a banquet.”

Grand Duchess Gong Ye-jeong said.

She had no choice but to act as the head of the household. That was why she was sitting at the head of the table in the large room, with the elders of the family on her left and right.

As the direct successor of Gongya Mu-maek, he was in charge of serving the guests who were present.

Before my eyes, there were Shanxi aristocrats, each wearing extraordinary prayers.

The lakeside pavilion was the secluded villa of the Gongya family.

It was a place a bit far from the manor where the main building was located, and it was requested by the local nobles who were concerned about the achievement of the sense of the black men of Iphwangseong. They said they had something important to discuss.

“You can’t kill time without meaning, right?”

A man of very large build responds with a sly smile.

The painting “Falling Mountains and Cutting Clouds” by Hwiho Ryang.

It was a woman carrying a large sword behind her back.

Even though it was a winter day at its peak, he was wearing only a hemp garment, revealing the sturdy muscles on his arms.

The translucent energy rippling through each tendon joint was like that of the famous Daho Hwi family in Shanxi.

Even the gaze that stared intently into Gong Ya-jeong’s eyes was not ordinary.

“What Whigazhu said is right. The main characters of the banquet are gone, so why stay?”

Three people were gathered next to Hwihoryang, looking identical.

Three long-limbed swordsmen.

They are the officials of the Jigyo-mu-gwan. After Goga-geom-mun-ju, Su-wol-mun-ju, and San-seo-gwi-ga-ju were killed by Je-gal-ga-ju and Sal-hyeop, respectively, they led the groups of nobles.

Looking at the glare in his sharp eyes and the invisible sword energy he exuded without even drawing his sword, it couldn’t be helped.

Both sides were too overwhelmed to handle.

When my father drew his sword to fight against the Zhuge family lord, the elders of the family became members of the swordsmanship and assisted the lord.

That was the reason why those sitting on the left and right now had sallow complexions.

‘It’s my share to handle.’

The Archduchess thought.

It was then that one of the officers of the Jigyo-mu-gwan opened his mouth.

“Please build a bridge with Magwangikju. The Shanxi aristocrats don’t treat us like human beings, but regardless, we need to learn a thing or two from him.”

“Are you talking about the rain?”

“That’s right.”

“Your Ma Gwang Ik Ju cannot move much. The same goes for the Bo Hyeol Dae Ju and the Shin Geom Bu Dae Ju. After spring, it would be best to walk to Yangyang, where the true nature of Iphwangseong is located.”

Gong Ya-jeong said with her eyes narrowed.

Immediately afterwards, the hem of her red dress rose greatly. She stood up from her seat.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room was shaken for a moment. It was not the kind of behavior that one would expect from a place full of high-ranking officials.

“You are not the kind of people who would leave just because we issued an order to banish guests, so we will go. If you wish to enjoy the banquet, please come to your home.”

thud!

Gong Ya-jeong left the place with eight men.

The light energy wave spread in all directions from the tip of his feet. It seemed as if it would shatter the tightly-knit doorframe.

Hwaaaaak!

That was true in fact. The sight of them running away was close to running away.

How would Kang Ho-in react to seeing such an unexpected escape? If he were a powerful bird of prey, he would have no choice but to chase after it.

Among the nobles who rose from their seats, Hui Ho-ryang made an impression.

“Your behavior is suspicious. We didn’t even point our swords at you… … .”

“What are you making of these innocent people now?!”

“They are trying to frame me with false accusations in front of the officials and the Emperor!”

Two of the officers of the Jigyo-mugwan kicked the ground. They were heading towards the threshold that Gong Ye-jeong had dug through.

The sudden rush of light air that was chasing after Gongya Se-ga began to leak out. The area caught in the powerful propulsion of the ki wave was torn apart in an instant.

Kwakwakwakwa!

The form of the chase was created.

The eight red robes of the Gongye family ran ahead on the ground, and the dozens of Shanxi aristocrats chasing them quickly closed the distance.

They were all leaders of a clan. Shouts to stop swept the ground.

That was when.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was a loud noise coming from the side. It was an explosion that was difficult for a human body to produce.

The expressions on the faces of the nobles who glanced to the side changed. They saw dozens of pitch-black spheres flying across the air.

Anyone with even a little bit of knowledge would know that it was a notorious wall bomb even in the martial arts world.

“Disciples, go after them! It seems that the Gongya gangsters are trying to bribe Comrade Dodok!”

“You too, follow the words of Whigage!”

The new net soared towards the wall-crawling horde. The commanders of the Hwihoryang and Jigyomu-gwan.

They are the clans that fought for supremacy in Shanxi, a region that was comparable in size to Shandong, which was ruled by the Huangbo clan.

Everyone was close to being an expert. They were able to show off the magic of the Hwagyeong (和境) technique of deflecting and bouncing off incoming objects with their Hwatan.

Then suddenly.

The eyes of the four servants who had been gently extending their swords toward the wall-crawler widened. The same was true of the nobles crossing behind them.

Hwaaaaak―!

The wilderness is bathed in a halo of light resembling dawn.

Where did it leap from? A single figure wearing black robes grew rapidly, dyeing all directions pale.

The straight line rising with a hazy glow seemed overwhelmingly like a part of a constellation.

Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin mixed in with the group of wall-crawler bullets.

An incredibly powerful current of air swept from the outstretched hand, creating a dragon fist wind.

The light wave that stretched out its suction power and divergence power in an instant controlled dozens of wall-force bullets, and at that moment, the Mancheonhwawoo of the Ip Hwangseong made of the imperial sword appeared.

Woof-

The baptism of a wall-type bullet, not a secret weapon, is mixed with the secret weapon and turns into an unpredictable change. The swords of the nobles cut through the air in vain.

“Magwangikju!”

“Not now… … !”

Their cries, quickly uttered through their lips, were soon drowned out by the feast of explosive sounds that followed.

The pitch-black Mancheonhwawoo left no witnesses.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwang―!