Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 323

Kyungcheon (2)

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White with yellowish tint.

For the successor of the Iphwangma family, it is more of a passing position because the world they live in is different.

Even if the white clothes of the original nature are highly regarded in the local powerhouses, it doesn’t mean much. It’s just a temporary decline in status that you have no choice but to adapt to.

It was like that for Masain.

Sabak.

The young prince walked along the road with his eyes clearly divided into black and white.

Although Masain’s achievements in the art of fusion are known to be unparalleled among his peers, he also has to bow down to several middle-aged blue-haired men from the countryside.

By the law of nature. White is only at the bottom of the formal hierarchy.

However, his treatment was not like that. Not only the many servants, but also some of the senior warriors regarded Masain with respect.

It was a tribute to the long-standing devotion and character of the Iphwangma family.

“Master Ma, you are walking unusually. Where are you going?”

“A message has arrived from Wonpyeongilgeomjang.”

Masain answered briefly. He was accompanied by a young warrior wearing white clothes behind his back.

The blue-haired man who had been asking after people’s well-being with a kind face flinched.

From the moment Masaen brought up the topic of Wonpyeongilgeomjang, his expression became gloomy.

“Isn’t it all collapsed now? I heard they’re in the middle of rebuilding… … .”

“Isn’t there only one place where the returned Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom can be? He is not sleeping in the Hall of the Heavenly Kingdom, but on the stone throne of the Black Ones.”

“Yes, of course. Good luck.”

The blue-haired man nodded roughly and walked away with hurried steps. He looked like he was in a hurry, which was unusual for his sturdy appearance.

Sabak.

Masain, who had been staring blankly at him, began to move his feet again.

At the end of the wide, white road to nature, there would have been a half-broken Wonpyeongilgeomjang.

Swish.

The bodyguard who was nearby quickly follows.

It was a white hierarchy, just like Masane.

A young man named Maung (馬熊) who has recently been building a reputation in his hometown, he has been learning the deteriorating Jeonggadonggong within the Maga, and is considered second only to Masain in his achievements.

On the wall of his quarters hangs a painting of a magpie bridge with crows and magpies, along with a kite shaped like a falcon.

“Your Majesty, that senior’s expression is strange. I wonder if what happened today is causing trouble for your reputation… … .”

He said carefully.

Masain shook his head slowly.

“Anyone would react that way. If you said you were going to meet the Heavenly Lord.”

“I am not familiar with the rumors of this place. I have only recently come to the mainland… … .”

“I know. You don’t have to worry too much.”

“I have heard many stories about the personality of the Lord of Heaven. It is said that he is very difficult and unpredictable, as he possesses qualities that are rare in the history of the world. Is that true? I am very worried.”

“It’ll be okay. I only saw him a few times over my grandfather’s shoulder when I was young… but he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not like he’s the only one with blackness in his nature right now.”

Masain’s answer was calm.

His demeanor and speech were all like that. He was a successor from a collateral lineage with blood ties to the then Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

There are many rumors that he has become friendly with Seomye and has broadened his horizons through his experiences with his mother, Jooyeonjeong.

“Well,” Maung nodded, then suddenly opened his mouth.

“Come to think of it, there hasn’t been much change in the forces stationed in Bonseong. Even news from Cheonrimdae and Seonmokryeong has been cut off from Xingang.”

“The standing forces are getting stronger. After the Lord of the Elderly took the gold powder, there was no one left to protect the castle. There are also rumors that the Lord of the Castle is away again. If that is true, then there should be at least three armed forces to protect the castle.”

Now, Yeo-ui-cheon and Myeol-seom-dae are defending the main castle together with So-yeon-dae.

The whereabouts of Suncheonik, Cheonrimdae, and Seonmokryeong are completely unknown.

It was a topic that was gradually shaking my nature. It was one of the biggest events since the opening of Ip Hwang Seong.

Since the land spread out across the country is endlessly vast, long-term missions themselves are common.

It is not uncommon for more than a year to be invested in a single case. In the Myungryu Corps, which mainly deals with intelligence, there are blue-skinned masters who have not set foot on their home soil for twenty years.

Recently, the youngest black symbol from Yeoui Cheonju, Magwangikju, is a special being.

However, the fact that the spirit of the Great Lord did not return to its original form for a long time was another problem.

Killed during a mission.

In Iphwangseong, which has a military temperament, it was expressed that way.

“Isn’t this the first time since the founding of the country? Is there an evil spirit in Xinjiang that we don’t know about?”

“Well… the General Headquarters will also have a headache. Sending more support would be like pouring water into a swamp. It’s not like the Purple Ones of the original nature have any leeway.”

“If it doesn’t work with the support of two, then three more… No, that won’t be an easy decision to make.”

“It’s not a gamble like mahjong. It’s hard for a high-ranking official wearing black robes to move so lightly, and if you’re not careful, you could lose all five or six black pieces in Xinjiang. Is this an ordinary risk?”

The Iphwangseong General Office puts a lot of effort into the black color.

The master who will determine the outcome of the Bangpa War is someone who is treated like a mountain god wherever he is, but the probability that he will receive public opinion and become one of the seventeen treasured swords of the original nature is almost zero.

The problem was that his personality caught the eye of the Emperor.

Maung’s shoulders slumped a bit. He is also a warrior of the Imperial Palace.

“There is no clear method. The gangsters often look down on their nature. In the eyes of those without a cause, they will only see me as a large beast tied up in all sorts of places.”

“Don’t worry about the eyes of the heavenly beings. In any case, if you look at it apart from the defense of the original city, it would be better to have two huge forces, like the Black Three Gangs, appear. The General Office will decide on this in the near future.”

As the two walked, the surrounding bushes parted. The view before their eyes gradually expanded.

The two men, who seemed strangely casual while keeping a close eye on each other, gradually reached their destination.

“What is your business? Your Majesty the Heavenly Lord.”

“Now you will know.”

As Masain finished speaking, my vision cleared up.

A martial arts studio, which was only permitted to the nobles, caught their eye.

At first glance, it’s just a wide open space with no weapons racks or anything, and it doesn’t look like anything special.

Rather, the ruins right next to it, where short craftsmen are constantly moving, are more noticeable.

That is why the remains of what was once a palace are called Wonpyeongilgeomjang.

However, the symbolism of the vacant lot was comparable to that of the Great Assembly Hall.

A place where those wearing black robes occasionally shake hands. The only place exempt from the law of nature that prohibits private sword fights between comrades.

The two main characters of the Ip Hwang Ma Ga, who entered the black smoke chamber, held their breath.

There were passengers. They were a young man and woman.

“… … .”

Judging by their appearance, none of them seemed to be in their twenties, but both of them wore black robes hanging down to their ankles.

Did he get into a fight?

They were standing in silence in the middle of an empty lot. It was a sight that brought silence to the surroundings.

Masain swallowed quietly.

‘Soyeon Daeju and Yeoui Cheonju… … .’

The male side is famous for its nerves and the Soyeon Daeju.

Soul Spirit Step, Yu Jeongmyeong.

He has sharp ears. He has the kind of appearance that people would immediately think of when they think of a noble family. His facial expression is calm and the prayers he wears all over his body are very clear.

His sturdy body was wrapped in a black robe that fit his body perfectly.

“You came.”

Soyeon Daeju, who had suddenly glanced at Masaen, opened her mouth.

“Can I unfold it now?”

The woman in black robe, who was facing him with her arms crossed, snickers.

“You speak as if it were yours. Aren’t you ashamed of having it taken away from you after monopolizing it?”

Her black robe was extremely ornate. It was split into several parts from the bottom like some kind of formal attire, and the ends of the jet-black hems billowed in the air like flames.

A sight that testifies to the unbroken circulation of aerodynamics. The dark-colored pants that loosely wrapped around the long legs looked like they would be easy to use for each technique.

Yeouido Catholic Church.

Yongkwon (龍拳) Bukgung-a (北宮牙).

The name means wisdom tooth, a word that some pundits say suits her better than her nickname.

“Hey, Mark. Just stand there.”

Bukgung-ah said.

It was the command of the Heavenly Lord.

Masain tried not to show his doubts.

There is a lot to know about the monster in front of you. The first person to be called Iphwangseong. Before the current Ma Gwang-ikju knocked on the door of his hometown, he was commonly called that.

He wore black robes despite his unusually young age. It didn’t take long for him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the superpowers like Myeolseomdaeju and Iphwangsinchang.

There are many cases where he clashes with Shin Chang Aksurim at the Wonpyeongil Prosecutor’s Office, and even after Aksurim mentioned something about grandmother, he said that the only thing that gets destroyed is the meeting hall.

“Don’t give orders to him. He doesn’t belong to you.”

So Yeon-dae-ju Yoo Jeong-myeong spoke quietly.

As a nobleman with an outstanding appearance, it sounded like a stern reprimand from a heavenly being. Maung, who was standing behind Ma Sein, was restless.

The white cheeks of Lady Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung Ah were gently touched.

“Mr. Yoo still lacks knowledge.”

She curls the corners of her mouth, crosses her arms, and wiggles her index finger.

“Where do you get orders from between equals? Isn’t this the place to solve problems? We just had a quick discussion the day before yesterday, so let’s try again?”

Yeoui Cheonju, Yongkwon.

In terms of age, it is closer to the latter index. The level of provocation is also the same.

The battle between masters takes on as many different forms as there are martial arts.

It takes on all sorts of forms, from seven-day and night battles that show off superhuman endurance to instant, all-out victories.

The form of martial arts learned, temperament, compatibility, type of food chosen at the moment, terrain, weather, etc. are all huge variables.

This was the reason why fights between equals often occurred.

Soyeon Daeju Yoo Jeong-myeong had deep self-cultivation. He was not caught up in the fighting-crazy Bukgung Ah’s speech.

“Isn’t this called to increase the power of the original nature? If you want to elicit cooperation from your subordinates, treat them well.”

“Why do I need your cooperation? I just need to watch.”

At the same time, a bookshelf flew up from her arms with a rustling sound.

It was a very natural, empty space.

Dozens of books with their pages spread out like wings began to float between the two poles. The words [Hwanikbo] were written on the covers.

“This is the law.”

Then, Yeoui Cheonju nodded briefly.

Marble shards flew in from the ruins on the side, whooshing, and embedded themselves in the floor of the smokehouse with a dull sound. They were in the shape of crude seats.

He can control his energy completely freely. While Masain’s eyes widened, Yeoui Cheonju sat down on a hastily made seat and crossed her legs, looking over his body.

“You’re a pupil… I’ll see you later. I was curious about what kind of thing Soyeon carried around like a jewel.”

The Hwanikbo’s secret weapon flew towards her. It was a superhuman sight, as if she had come to another world.

The head of the Maga clan was silent, and the head of the Soyeon clan also stood there dumbfounded for a while.

Looking at the book placed between the hands of the Yeoui Heavenly Lord with eyes that felt very sorry.

Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung-ah silently read the secret of the Hwanikbo. Her eyes seemed to be filled with the light of a dark lightning bolt.

“The pillar is over there!”

“It’s going to break again anyway! Don’t polish it here! It’s a waste of energy!”

For a while, the only sound was the sound of short craftsmen rebuilding the Wonpyeongilgeomjang.

However, it didn’t take long for Yeoui Cheonju to read. Suddenly, her head rose between the bookshelves and her eyebrows gathered.

“Did you write it so that I could read it?”

“yes?”

Masain, who had not yet grasped the situation, answered absentmindedly and flinched, but Yeouicheonju paid no attention and stared in the direction where Ma Gwangik’s pavilion was.

“Why is the author so ill-tempered? Has the devil come into his nature?”