Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 320

Heonwon (15)

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It was a large city with endless streets and buildings. It could be called a forest made of tiles.

The leaders of the Salmun faction, including Salhyeop, were scattered throughout Taewon.

They have mastered the art of perceiving the size and distribution of crowds around them, as well as the visibility of pedestrians.

It was called the “Hogeumgamgakdo” (護禁感覺途). It was the season of the world.

“Have all the monsters gone? It wasn’t even chaos until the day before yesterday.”

“Well… Anyway, if possible, try not to go out at night. I heard that all the sons and daughters of the Jang family at the lumber shop near the well have disappeared. Let’s just take this and hurry in.”

“Yes, yes. If you endure it, there will be a man from the military or the Imperial Palace… before you see the full moon three times. That’s how it has been so far, Father.”

“Honestly, I’m worried even if you come. Last time, I saw a monster that could jump over three rooftops at once, but the people of Iphwangseong aren’t invincible. I heard that people are dying everywhere these days… One treasured sword can’t stand up to a hundred iron swords.”

“Do you know? The Crown Prince of Iphwangseong may come to visit. I heard that there was chaos in Pyongyangbu down below. The reincarnation of Bokryong, Jegal Cheon-sang, died.”

“Ha! Yeonhwanata? You should wish for what you want. If I just meet the White Warrior, I’ll bow to you first and see you as a friend… …”

“Don’t talk like it’s not you.”

It was a conversation between passers-by pulling a cart full of straw.

Dozens of assassins watch the killing test, but no one notices.

This is because the extremely intense silver sleep technique was added to the study of Salmun, which was done to tune in to all nearby sounds.

On top of a shady wall, on top of a roof, right next to a soldier standing on a watchtower, and even on top of a flagpole hanging high above a government office.

They existed but did not exist.

The same was true of the crowd gathered on the roof of a certain person’s spacious mansion.

Three elders, clad in black robes, and a murderer wearing a black hat stand tall.

The dome that extends over their heads is a completely transparent, soundless, salmon-like vision.

Among them, an old man with a sword tattooed on his nose suddenly opened his mouth.

“The more I think about it, the more surprising it becomes.”

“Master Nangeom, please speak at your leisure.”

Salhyeop Geumjonghwi looked at the roof where the Heonwonchang was and said.

A look of satisfaction appears in the old man’s eyes.

“The day when Somunju will ascend to the position of Munju is not far off. He has gathered all the lost visions of the branch families… I have always thought that Somunju would become a hero who would break down the distinction between collateral and direct lines, and this old man’s thoughts turned out to be right.”

“It wasn’t me, it was Seon-Hwi who gathered them.”

“Wasn’t it the rumor that led him? All the elders were amazed. Isn’t that right?”

As he looked around, the two elders nodded silently. Then each of them said a word.

“After the Cheonmachong Incident, if there had been no Somunju, the text would have been scattered in disarray. It has been a long time since all the old men of the Senate were impressed.”

“You are a collateral descendant, and have surpassed the direct line. Since you are not of humble origin, everyone has no choice but to acknowledge you.”

“That’s right. That’s right.”

The elder known as Nangeom nodded his head.

He didn’t even glance in the direction where the Heonwonchang was, and just kept looking at the Salhyeop with a blissful look.

“If you combine the visionary knots that Geum Seon-hui has collected with the knots of the main sect, the secret flower one-line perfection that will elevate So-mun-ju to the position of the official sect leader will be completed. As soon as you obtain that knot, I will treat you as Sal-mun-ju.”

Amhwailseonjeol is the name of Salmunju. It is a martial art that was personally created and bestowed by Cheonma when the Cheonmachong was built.

It was also a ritual to lift the ban on direct descendants who had completed their training.

In the Salmun clan, it is like a symbol of the clan, but it is scattered among branches so that only successors who are widely recognized by long-standing laws can acquire it.

It was the duty of the Salmunju, passed down from generation to generation, to keep only one last line of the text in the main temple.

Salhyeop, who had been quietly listening to the elders’ admiring voices, smiled.

“All of those statutes were taken by Seon-Hwi. In his capacity as a direct descendant. Do you really think the elders would force him to give them to you?”

There was no answer for a moment. The elders, including Nan-geom, each looked away or kept their mouths shut.

Each of them clearly has something in mind, deep in their wrinkled foreheads, but they don’t seem to express it in words.

The corners of Salhyeop’s mouth rose like a blade. It was a smile full of anticipation.

“I hope that Seon-Hwi did not break the law. They say that the sect was torn apart after the previous sect leader, but didn’t it eventually come together like this?”

It was quiet on the roof. None of the three elders nodded.

“Somunju. The elders of the main sect have experienced great misfortune and have come to a realization. The direct lineage is like the martial arts of the old days. If you have lowly blood mixed in, it is even more so.”

“Nan-geom’s words are right. So-mun-ju, we have no reason to beg Geum-seon-hui. Whether we use torture methods like the Bun-geun-chaek-gol method, or use all of the organ-stimulating techniques in the text to capture Hwang-bo’s child, or grab the leash of Ip-hwang-shin’s child… … The old and prestigious family will never bow its head.”

“Ma Gwang-ik-ju will have gone to Myosan after seeing the false letter, and during that time, Geum Seon-hui will have offered us the kugeol himself. If you want to go against the will of the Senate, do it after ascending to the position of Munju.”

“… … .”

Salhyeop was accustomed to the pressure of the sect’s adults. He was even forced to swallow the murderous desire that was welling up inside him.

‘Old ladies.’

Although Geum Jong-hwi had a very positive view of himself, he never wavered from his opinions. In his opinion, he was the embodiment of the old fart.

It was a sect of gatekeepers of Cheonmachong that had been kept in a closed manner for over a hundred years.

Those with specialized training and laws to kill those who invade the tomb could not possibly think with common sense.

He slowly moved his lips away.

“Let’s discuss that later. We’re facing a more dangerous situation.”

“Is this what Mo Yong-se said?”

Nan-geom spoke with a look that seemed to indicate that he was looking at a special grandson. Sal-hyeop did not meet his gaze.

“Yes. You must have heard the rumor that the Murong Family’s techniques have become incomparably more refined than before. The power of the Wanxing Sword Formation. Didn’t Murong Mingjun, the head of the So family, personally come with my uncle, Daerye Sword? I did request the examination of Seonhui, but it shouldn’t be dragged out like this. What on earth was Jukgeom thinking, spending half a day… ?”

That was when.

Suddenly, Salhyeop’s eyes widened. He had been absentmindedly looking at the elders at the mention of torture, but immediately looked up.

Suddenly, an unbelievable sight unfolded far away from the castle gate.

Hwaaaaak!

An old woman shooting down at a boy.

The speed of the eye movement of the murderous spirit is very fast. Not only the movement of the pupils, but also the speed at which the sight reflected on the retina is transmitted to the brain is also fast.

It only took a moment for me to see the face of the person who was the target of the Jukgeom Smoking Cessation Award and become terrified.

‘crazy?!’

The time of watering has become extremely slow.

A dagger is pulled out from the arms of the old woman who is being stabbed. At the same time, Yeonhwa Nata, who passed through the gate with the two companions, turns her head.

The sunlight that formed a single line on my jawline looked like a sword for a moment.

Swish.

The black sleeves of Yeonhwanata were lifted. A gesture that penetrated the realm of the moment with shocking ease. In an instant, the time zone he was in changed.

Even though he didn’t seem to have raised his aerodynamics much, and there weren’t even any subtle aerodynamic waves, his reflexes were as bright as lightning and he could feel it.

“… … ?”

The wrinkles in the eyes of the smoking statue of the bamboo sword that had been rushing in from above twitched.

But the old woman was not given time to turn around.

From the beginning, Yeonhwa Natasha reacted in a very mysterious way.

The flow of the water flowing out as it grabbed the attacker’s wrist with its outstretched hand the moment it turned its head was eerily natural. It was as if it had already finished its calculations.

It seemed as if the master of gold and silver was unfolding the techniques he had practiced his entire life as a promised match.

Woof-

Immediately afterwards, a wave of energy spreads from Yeonhwanata’s palm. It is only at the final moment when strength is applied.

It wasn’t strong. It just had a very dense, yet somewhat auspicious quality.

If the demonic energy hadn’t been removed by Salmun’s martial arts, it would have been over the moment he was caught.

Salhyeop guessed the smoking cessation plan in an instant.

‘There is still a chance.’

The old woman’s knees moved forward as her wrist was grabbed in midair.

Salmon Vision’s Hocheonshinsul (護天身術). It is a technique that generates great power with short movements and transmits the power to the palm.

It could be said to be the starting point of the full-body awakening that many martial artists idealize. With a bamboo sword, it is possible to emit an invisible sword strike wave in just one second.

It was when the old woman’s eyes quickly turned around.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose up and tousled her hair. Yeonhwa Natara pulled her wrist.

The power contained in that small gesture created a faint wind around the old woman. It was as if she was trapped in a small typhoon.

At the same time, the opaque flow of light waves caused by the smoking ban is cruelly broken.

A completely different level.

For a brief moment, the old woman recalled the adage she had repeatedly told her disciples.

-Your insight is your lifeline.

“Ugh… … !”

The long, empty breath from the smoking cessation room continued like a groan from the terminal.

With her new form slashing down fiercely, drawing a large arc from the air.

Kwaaaaang―!

The ground shook for a moment.

Blood spurted into the thick dust. The time of the water spray that had been slowly pulling at the surroundings was mercilessly crushed.

Among Yeonhwanata’s group, a woman with a long sword slung over her back opens her mouth slightly.

“Do you know him? Someone in your position would be capable of holding a thousand grudges.”

“no.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had swung the old woman around and stabbed her, slowly took her hand away. For a moment, the tip of her index finger brushed the attacker’s wrinkled wrist, but she felt no pulse.

He was sent out only to do the work of the power he had received, but he died instantly.

Jeongyeon Shin paused for a moment.

‘Ugh.’

My whole body was tingling. The inadvertently jerking my entire body caused the already injured acupoints and muscles to contract.

That was the way to counter the attack that was clearly filled with murderous intent. It was a blow that revealed the killing techniques that had been built up over a long period of time.

“Where did you come from? Wasn’t it a very long way?”

“That’s right. It wasn’t just a matter of nerves.”

Gunyu-rin and Jeonbaek looked around.

The streets became incredibly quiet.

For some reason, not even the soldiers come running.

There were only passersby who looked at them with surprised eyes and avoided them. This kind of fight seemed familiar.

Gunyu-rin stood awkwardly.

“I heard a rumor that there was chaos in Taewon. They said some crazy guys were running around with knives.”

“Isn’t that a common occurrence?”

Jeon Baek asked blankly.

“Well, Taewon was a managed area after all. It’s not my place to say anything.”

It was when Sim Mu-ryeon-ju’s daughter was smiling awkwardly by herself.

Suddenly, beyond the large wall, a meteor-like light cut through the strong air and rushed towards the side of Jeongyeonshin’s head.

As if it had originally been hanging in a single line, a cool ray of light was carved into the air.

It was a black light.

bang!

Was it because he wanted to look good? The new form of Gun Yu-rin that had momentarily blocked Jeong Yeon-shin was blown away.

At the same time, translucent shock waves formed concentric circles, and a precious-looking sword fell to the ground at Jeongyeonshin’s feet.

“miss!”

Just as the terrified Jeon Baek started running towards her, a voice that sounded noble echoed softly from behind the wall.

“Just now, didn’t you clearly not respond? I mean, Ma Gwang-ik-ju.”

“It is the same even to me. I can only admire the lofty achievement of the Dharma.”

“He is far from his father.”

The two new models stepped down onto the wall.

Sabak.

His footwork is light. Anyone can tell that he has the skills of someone who learned from a prestigious school.

The behavior was the same.

The silk uniforms, without a single wrinkle, are a precious light pink. These people are impressive for their neat appearance, as if they always wear clothes that have been ironed.

The young man, who seemed to be of high status, wore a monkey mask of the Great Heavenly King with a gold rim, while the man, who seemed to be his subordinate, wore a ghost mask with a distorted expression. Those with low martial arts skills would likely see them as monsters.

It must have been part of a group of evildoers who had disturbed the peace of Taewon.

Even though the rumors have been spreading recently, the military has not taken action, so there has been a lot of talk that the times are getting worse.

He must have had great power. It is true that he must have had to keep his identity hidden.

Those whose true identities must never be revealed.

‘Am I in a three-way battle too? Because of the Cheonmachong?’

Did the manifestation of the magician Ma Kwang-ik pull the bowstring?

There were countless noises happening around. Even the sound of swords clashing could be heard here and there.

The sound of his men closing in on her in a large encirclement tickled Jeongyeonshin’s skin.

Boom! Boom!

The energy waves that were comparable to those of the elite of the Sega clans were flying wildly. I could feel the overwhelming might of the heavens and earth.

“I see it from here. Magwangikju, I don’t see any self-defense energy in you.”

The one wearing the mask of Jecheon Daeseong said.

“You say you achieved the feat of killing the reincarnation of the dragon. Such an achievement would not be given in vain. I can see it all. You have not mastered the ki wave, but you simply do not have the energy to unleash your power.”

A dark blue light occasionally flickers from the eye sockets of the mask.

Jeong Yeon-shin sensed a very sinister temperament.

It was close to the magical energy he could feel from Baekmirye or Sacheon’s Sunmaryeonju, whom he trusted and relied on.

“You must have regretted it after hitting the ground. If you had moved while I was calling for your father.”

Jecheon Daeseong Tal continued speaking slowly.

“You will die without knowing who I am. If you extract the core of your magical power and have it polished by short-legged craftsmen, you will hold a rare magical treasure in the world. With the Heavenly Horse Armor and Magical Jade, you will be able to pierce through the North and Xinjiang.”

There was a cold laugh in his voice. It was a somewhat triumphant voice.

Not only does he have the courage to take a huge risk and approach Yeonhwanata, but he also has the intelligence and eye to see through Jeongyeonshin’s circumstances and condition.

The movements that appeared as soon as the short collision was detected were not usually quick.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was staring blankly at the man wearing the mask of Jecheon Daeseong, tilted his head slightly to the side. A sliver of white light briefly flashed across his two eyes.

“Your speech is strange.”

“hmm?”

“When I saw you at the Han-Joong Martial Arts Federation, you seemed like quite a nobleman, but now that I look at you, you’ll probably end up practicing magic in bed. How can you be so shameless at that age?”

“what?”

“You were the head of the Murong family. Act like your age, Murong Mingjun.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

In that moment, Jecheon Daeseong’s response stopped.

Silence fell on the streets.