Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 324

Kyungcheon (3)

Oh, the Bukgung Palace of the Heavenly King.

The very distinct features were as white as snow, and the legs stretched out while leaning roughly against the marble shards were very long. The arms, which were leisurely bent, were the same.

He was born with a body that was fit for battle. Even the waves of the sword around his knees were blazing in a colorless manner.

My surname is Bukgung.

Most of the clans came from the north, where they were said to be of noble royal blood.

The highest ranking official in Iphwangseong, openly referred to as the Black Three Gangs. She is famous for not being able to sleep in the main castle unless she is the Wonpyeong Ilgeomjang, but one or two of her eccentricities are not particularly noticeable.

In addition, he had all sorts of obsessions and his martial arts skills and achievements were enormous.

He was far from humble. He had the narcissism and pride of a northern general.

He is not the type of person to look into the ignorance of others. For Yeouicheonju to read the secret of Magwangikju was something close to an anomaly in Iphwangseong.

It had that much to suggest. It was hard to see it as just her whim. I had to look at the surrounding circumstances.

The martial arts world rose up from all over the world due to the famine.

Thirteen thousand who may be bound together under the guidance of the spirit.

There are countless small and medium-sized sects of Sima Wei Dao running rampant in the Thirteen Heavenly Mountains.

The eight great generations of people whose self-interest-seeking behavior has reached its peak.

Hundreds of martial arts clans who are creating martial arts alliances everywhere, with an attitude of not distinguishing between the orthodox and the sects.

And… a white, blue, and some black Hwangseong lying on the ground surrounded by enemies, closing his eyes.

As the turbulent times continue, the hem of the white, blue, and black robe of Iphwangseong fades.

The majority of the strong men would rather treat them as enemies than help them, and those who tried to provide relief, like the Gudaemunpa, were a very small minority compared to the vast land.

The unprecedented crisis is becoming increasingly apparent.

The stock market is clearly in a corner. It is extremely rare for a major stock to go from strength to strength.

‘Yeouicheonju and Soyeondaeju are checking on Yeonshin’s secret? Is it because the situation surrounding the main castle is rapidly worsening? To the point where the black people on standby have to study the martial arts of their juniors to help out… . . . ‘

Masain swallowed hard again. The repulsion had just risen to his throat.

I was annoyed by the way he talked about his close friend Jeong Yeon-shin as a demon. No matter what, it was like that.

But you have to endure it.

Even though the great lords of Iphwangseong greatly stabilized the people’s livelihood, their personalities were all different.

While there are figures who are literally symbols of the political party, there are also people like Baekjeong who are only friendly to the common people.

Yeouicheonju was closer to the latter.

‘No, is Yeonshin the same…?’

Masain naturally pushed the questions that followed to one side of his head.

Jeongyeonshin was also very friendly to the people of Ip Hwangseong. She was a little different from Yeo-ui-cheon-ju, who was close to being a madman.

“He was a funny guy, wasn’t he?”

These were the words spoken by Yeo-ui-cheon-ju Bukgung-ah after reading a book.

Her face, raised, was strange. Both cheeks were slightly flushed, but the wrinkles between her eyebrows remained.

Masain folded his hands politely, but couldn’t hide his somewhat glum expression.

Even if the opponent is a black Samgang, it is difficult to dilute Maga’s bloodline. Bukgung-ah tilted his head slightly to the side and raised his lips as if he found it amusing.

“Didn’t you say that the current Ma Gwang-ikju is in Shanxi? I heard that some of the assassins there sometimes pick a target and tell you to throw a copper door at them. If you hit the front or back, they’ll let you live. They say it’s their own kind of fun.”

“… … ?”

“That guy Seomye is no different from that coin. He’s a total piece of shit. To those who don’t know what’s going on, it might seem like the words and actions of a great master that are hard to fathom… But he’s thrown this at me after creating countless paths from the three treasures, four treasures, and five treasures. If you realize that, you’ll be able to see all the ups and downs of martial arts, and if you’re dull, you’ll just have to learn two steps.”

Suddenly, Soyeon Daeju, who had been standing there blankly, flinched.

widely.

Bukgung-ah’s body, which had closed the book, automatically rose into place.

The magic of the hollow water was so freely permeated into the movement that at first glance it didn’t look like a human being.

“Does he think everyone else is like him? Is it because he wants me to figure out how to do it from the third step on my own, or because he himself couldn’t get that far, or is it because he doesn’t expect that much from the dullards by nature? There are also many arrogant and omitted martial arts here and there… … .”

“I wonder if what you said is a little too much.”

It seemed that the only person who properly listened to Masain’s courageous words was Maung behind him.

While Maga’s escort was fidgeting, Bukgung-ah turned her head to Soyeon Daeju again, and her eyes were blazing black. Her expression was close to madness.

“I like the straight line. If there’s even a little bit of talent, I’ll see the benefits right away. I used to get annoyed when the lower-ranking people got beaten up and died outside, but this is going to be quite a fart. Do you agree, Soyeon?”

“… Didn’t you say that you were going to examine the body made of Jeongga-dong? That must be why you called Maga Ahae.”

Soyeon Daeju blurted out. An immediate reply came back.

“I’ve already seen it. I can’t do that.”

Bukgung-ah’s face instantly changed to a serious expression. The change in expression was reminiscent of a quick sword.

“That guy named Ma Gwang-ik-ju of that era was crazy about martial arts. Even if you just look at his qi waves, you can see that he’s meticulously woven like a madman. He’s dyed his entire body with his pupil system. It was strange how the innocent Ma-ga-ah-hae suddenly looked like a genius… He transformed his muscles and blood with his true qi. You can’t gain anything by just looking at his body.”

It was a sharp rambling. The body of the Maga clan froze.

Yeoui Cheonju roughly flicked her wrist toward Masaen.

He was using body language to tell me to get out, and his entire body was filled with the feeling of belittling the other person.

“What is this Hwan-ik-i-bo? With this level of law, there will be more false reports. Let’s create a sect that goes beyond the main stream.”

Sarak.

The goddess of the underworld raised her arms high, her hands clasped together. The soft, jet-black sleeves brushed her cheeks and spilled down.

At the same time, So Yeon-dae-ju Yoo Jeong-myeong frowned and put his luggage on his back.

“You’re saying something unexpected. Didn’t you intend to examine the martial arts of the Magwangikju and teach them to the natives easily if you judged that it would help increase your power immediately?”

“That was before I read it. I didn’t know it was such a sensational martial art. It would be a shame to just teach it to you, so I’m going to try to organize it in my own way before that bastard Seomyeran comes back. I think I can make it to the Hwaniksa Temple, even if it’s just barely.”

It was a calm response.

A cool flash passed through Yoo Jeong-myeong’s blue eyes.

“Isn’t that rude? The founder is still alive… … .”

“You’re against this? Are you the elder of the sect coming here right now? I plan to cut off one of your fingers for every nameless disciple or white kid that dies here.”

“Even if it is a martial art that has entered the Cheon Geum Mu Go, it is not entirely yours. You must treat it with the utmost respect. If you touch the method without even exchanging words with the Grand Master, you are no different from the Northern Fighting God that you hate so much…!”

At that moment, the corners of Bukgung-ah’s eyes sharpened to an extreme.

Oh my god!

It was a split second. The body of Soyeon Daeju was suddenly engulfed in a storm and then was thrown back violently.

The wall was shattered with a loud noise, sending up a cloud of stone dust. It happened in an instant.

The new model of Soyeon Daeju Yoo Jeong-myeong disappeared over the wall.

“Damn old man, if you look at it from a military perspective, it’s wartime. Don’t you know how far it is from here to Shanxi? What if the Cheon Geuk Mun swordsmen come over the wall tomorrow? I heard that the Yeo Ryeong Naburangs are hanging around in Yangyang.”

The Yeouido Pearl, which he held in one hand to his chest and waved around in the place where he was.

“Aren’t you and I and Magwangikju all death row inmates tied together by the same sect anyway? If you like my martial arts, tell him to take it.”

Her hair flutters like ebony in the late-blooming headwind. Masain, who was standing at the entrance to the vacant lot, saw nothing.

All that was visible was Bukgung-ah’s legs, distorting the space in a hazy manner.

The first step was extremely familiar. The straight forward steps and the subtle ripples in the calves were all the same.

‘Hwanikbo… …!’

After Masain’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to tear apart.

A rumor spread quietly through Iphwangseong. It was said that Myeolseomdaeju, Yeouicheonju, and Soyeondaeju had started a bet on some secret method.

The first person to walk four steps wins the fight. It is said that the level of perfection of martial arts is judged by the creator.

This is the process of creating a sect. It spread like a trend.

It was the second time following the atmosphere of a short-term decisive battle.

The Ip Hwang Seong gradually became tinged with the spirit of the island. In order to not be broken as a sword of the people’s livelihood.

* * *

Blood transfusion.

The plain surrounding the valley was dyed crimson. There were dozens of corpses lying in a large circle.

On the side of the cliff far from them, the sound of Jeong Yeon-shin’s footsteps, clad in a black robe with a simple pattern, broke the silence of the corpses.

“The ceremonial sword pointed this way.”

“That’s right… that’s right.”

Heonwonchang, who had tied his hero’s sword tightly behind his head again, followed him with a dazed gait.

The prayer of the Great Swordsman was different from when the ban was lifted. The atmosphere had returned to normal. It was the same old Daeseolgeom.

“Let’s see. I may not be able to solve the puzzle, but I can send a signal.”

Heonwonchang stood on one side of the wall, stepping on the corpses of the martial arts scholars.

He displayed a merciless demeanor with a somewhat sentimental expression, and his appearance strangely matched the figure of Young-woong-geon hanging behind him.

Jeong Yeon-shin took a step back and watched Heonwonchang. Iphwangdaehyeop was pressing down on the cliff in a strange direction.

“Sword… Sword technique, sword technique… … .”

A hoarse voice came from behind her. Jeong Yeon-shin guessed the identity without even looking back. It was the last swordsman of Murong Sogaju to be cut down.

Was he out of his mind? The shock and fear in his mutterings were stronger than the life he had left.

“Yeonhwa, Yeonhwa appears. Ma Kwang-ik… … You have to avoid… … .”

The sound of a collapse spread ominously. The last survivor who had been repeating all these words to himself died. Without leaving a name behind in the wilderness surrounded by cliffs like a fortress.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t even bother to look at him.

Magwangikju was a man. After experiencing all sorts of incidents, he had long since decided not to regard some of his evil enemies as human beings.

Benevolence is a privilege that makes the common people human, but it did not suit him, who killed people to avoid dying a short life.

“It’s open! Why is it responding so quickly?”

Following the gaze of Heonwonchang, who suddenly raised his head, the corner of the cliff opened like a door. It was a rare miracle in the world of martial arts.

Darkness came with a creaking sound like the hinges of an iron gate. A damp wind blew like the air in a cave.

“As expected, you’re safe. I was worried about taking care of the old people who couldn’t pay their bills and my disciples… … .”

A slender figure stood at the entrance. He appeared to be the one who had broken the hiding formation and opened the door.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Seon-hwi.”

The man’s figure was exaggeratedly polite and courteous. His demeanor was a gesture that radiated aristocratic elegance.

The murder of Geumjonghwi.

He wore a wide-brimmed black hat on his head. The long black robe that hung down his back at first glance resembled the attire of the great lords of Ip Hwang Seong.

He exudes a faint prayer that seems like it could disappear right before your eyes, and in martial arts, he could be called something like a mysterious Confucius.

His gaze fell on Jeong Yeon-shin.

In that moment, a cheerful smile appeared on Geumjonghwi’s lips.

“It’s finally time to meet you. Welcome to the real Salmun. I’ve been following you for a long time… … .”

The end of the words was blurred. It was just after the black lips rose slightly. The gaze of the slaughter lord Geumjon-hui took in the mountain of corpses.

They were all cut down with a single stroke of the sword. Anyone with even a little bit of swordsmanship would have recognized it right away.

Those whose upper and lower bodies were separated in a straight line, those who had their heads cut off with the sword while swinging their swords and had half of their swords stuck in their abdomens, and those who were all spread out in a row as if their heads had all been blown off at once.

‘What kind of forensic technique did one have to go through to get to that point?’

Salhyeop was speechless.

There are at least forty of them. There is not a single one among the corpses who is not holding a sword. This means that they are all swordsmen at the peak of their skills.

Even for Geum Seon-hui, who had broken the gold barrier, this was an extremely difficult task, but the nobleman in front of him, called Yeonhwa Natara, had a calm demeanor. There was not even a speck of blood on his sword and the back of his hand.

A monster of great strength.

‘Can I come in?’

Suddenly, a conflict arose. This was because the legacy of Cheonmachong was leading the dormant sect.

The Murong family and Simmu-ryeon-ju who have been eyeing this place lately are still just dragons that are not visible. They are nothing compared to the current situation where I am looking into the eyes of the Imoogi on the verge of ascending.

My gaze kept wandering towards the Shisan Blood Sea that stretched out beyond the shoulders of the nobleman of Iphwangseong.

“I am the Moonpa who raised the right arm of the Magwangikju.”

Yeonhwa Nataga opened her lips. Her tone was soft, as if trying to persuade.

“I think it could be considered a gift.”