Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 326

Kyungcheon (5)

Could it be that a demon from the Shan Hai Jing is knocking on the mountain peak?

At this moment, the waves hitting the cave layer by layer were incredibly strong. Powerful shock waves continued to erupt.

The brush strokes of the Salmundos, who had been muttering incessantly and writing down the transmission, completely stopped.

A fear from the incomprehensible seemed to slowly fill the underground plaza.

Boom! Boom! Kwaaaaang!

The waves of sound that had been delivering the news from above began to disappear one by one. It was at an incredibly fast speed.

The aerodynamic waves that had filled the air like concentric circles of translucent water disappeared without a trace.

It didn’t feel like a human-caused harmony. It felt more like a hint of a numerical disaster.

“He finally came. The strongest and most greedy peerless swordsman in Liaodong… … .”

The swordsman, Geumjong Hwi, mutters softly as if he is reciting a story.

Perhaps this was his way of finding the composure of the Mingjingjisoo. He was like the great general of Iphwangdaehyeop, who did what he had to do even in urgent situations.

Until then.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not take her eyes off the Murong family’s sword marks.

The flawlessly smooth traces seemed to attract the human soul. Even the upper part of Jeongyeonshin’s upper body resonated briefly with a hum.

It’s a new skill. The sword itself is like that.

It was at a time when the words of Salhyeop were coming true. The elders of Salmun became fools after endlessly watching the trajectory of the sword.

The traces of the Eight Great Masters, who had spent their entire lives sharpening their swords, revealed a very mysterious nature. It was the spirituality that was said to reside in divine power.

‘There are no distracting thoughts on the cross-section. You just feel one thing.’

The mentality that there is nothing that cannot be done.

He was confident that his swordsmanship would be as divine as a meteor shower.

It is said that master swordsmen communicate with their swords. The arrogant thoughts of the Murong family were clearly evident.

The image that could be called the image of a ruler of the world was far from the humility that Ma Gwang-ik-ju had honed at the time. He felt an absolute confidence that was worthy of respect.

Jeongyeonshin slowly raised her head.

Dark cave ceiling.

A kind of vibration was transmitted along the wall that could not be seen unless viewed through the method of anonymity. It was a sword power that could not be known how many distances it could strike. It was incredibly painful.

Beating the cow on the mountain.

It is a method of conveying the power of inspiration no matter what obstacles stand in front of the goal.

Usually, it is done as a recommendation, but the peerless master who was swinging his sword from a cliff several tens of meters high seemed to have transcended common sense.

The straight sword strike was transmitted as if it were an earthquake.

Kwung―! Kwung―

After knocking a couple more times, the sound finally faded away. It was as if the demon had moved to a different spot while searching for prey.

Only then did a strange sense of relief fill the underground plaza.

“It’s okay for now. You just won’t know where we are right now.”

Salhyeop Geumjonghwi kicked the floor as if he was pretending to be calm.

“The divine Dharma treasure of the Heavenly Horse is hiding the presence of the main body. No matter how great a master you are, even if I were to unleash my power and dance like a rascal here, you wouldn’t be able to sense even a single ray of energy. It’s just… the fact that those who formed the main body’s secret line were annihilated is painful.”

The ending of the words became bitter and blurred. There was an unnatural sadness in the tone.

Jeongyeon Shin just nodded her head slightly.

It was a Dharma treasure again. A treasure that can control the harmony of magic and martial arts on its own. As your martial arts become stronger and your knowledge expands, you will come into contact with many mysteries of the martial arts world.

‘I hope you are doing well.’

He thought of the pebble of the Ungajeilkwon he had given to Jegal Qing’er before heading to Taewon.

The Buddhist temple that inspired the creation of the Seonryongihwagyeol, and which contained the unique refreshing temperament of Jegal Se. At that time, the girl who had lost her older brother and father stared at the pebble for a while and then carefully took it.

―Thank you for your trust. I will reveal all the functions… Please take care of it.

That was the end of it. I didn’t hear another word.

Jeongyeonshin deliberately gave her some leeway. She allowed her to act on her own.

Since Seonryong and Bokryonghwansang died and became the only direct descendant of the Jegal family, Jegal Cheong’e had the duty to take over the clan as the next head of the family.

The reason he became Ma Gwang-ik’s guest warrior in the first place was to show off the friendship between the Murim Alliance and Iphwangseong.

Something that is close to a warning to the Thirteen Heavenly Kings would not take priority over something that would determine the fate of the Zhuge Family.

‘Where did it go?’

It was unclear whether he would have returned to Iphwangseong with his two senior lords, or whether he would have turned around and headed back to his hometown.

Anyway, I hoped she would find peace. Once I finished what had happened here, I knew we would be reunited in some way.

While Daeju Jeongyeonshin was lost in thought for a moment, Heonwonchang grabbed Salhyeop by the collar and led him to one side of the cave.

It was while asking for Jeong Yeon-shin’s understanding through telegram.

―The fact that the last sentence of the Salmun Secret is in the text was a lie. In the end, I was able to open and close the gold standard with the martial arts of the Great Lord and my own strength.

-Are you saying that you haven’t completely solved it?

– I’ll tell you everything later, later. While having a glass of bamboo leaf tea.

Heonwonchang turned his gaze to Salhyeop only after seeing his lord nod.

“Brother, I have something to talk to you about. It is a matter that will inevitably affect your future course of action.”

“Is this urgent? Even if we have the Dharma treasure, our position will not change. We must move the disciples to Anga before the monsters of the Meteor Sword rush in. No one knows how much strength the peerless masters are hiding. They are such powerful beings that it wouldn’t be strange if they were to cut down the entire cliff right now.”

“It’s important. You must hear it before the elders come. What were those old men hiding so well and deceiving you…?”

No further sound was heard. The conversation seemed to be conducted by telepathy.

Only the occasional, irregular breath of murder testified to the importance of the story.

I could guess his childhood from the way Heonwonchang would occasionally tap his older cousin on the shoulder.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought as she looked at the two people. Hyung Heon-won still cherishes his blood relatives.

“… … .”

He thought of the Jeonggajang for a moment and then turned his head towards the Muronggaju sword marks again.

The long trail of the sword was enough to catch one’s attention. It contained a lot.

From the use of Jin-gi to elevate the cutting power of the strong sword, quick sword, and sword strike to the highest level. If you look a little further, you can even try calculating the grip method for holding the sword handle.

At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju loved such noble martial arts. It was from the moment he successfully escaped from the yard of Jeonggajang to Jeonggadonggong, where no one paid attention.

Even though Dongmun’s brother-in-law separated from his true family, Jeongyeonshin was not particularly lonely. Because she always had her mother to support her.

How long was it like that?

Dozens of sounds spread from the passageway on one side of the underground plaza, and familiar voices reached Jeong Yeon-shin’s ears.

“You look so pale. I haven’t seen you in ten years.”

“My Lord!”

Two Inyoungs separated from the group they were traveling with.

The short-haired rascal who was leisurely walking towards her was a poppy, and the girl who was leaping forward with graceful cat-like footwork was the true successor of Seomye Mu-maek.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong and Shin-So-Bin arrived in front of their leader.

“Your prayers have changed again. I guess it’s because you’re growing up.”

“No problem, right? Your complexion is fine… I heard you killed the traitorous uncle of the Jegal family. I didn’t believe it even after hearing it properly, but I did. Because you are my lord.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong’s sharp remarks as if they were nothing and Shin So-Bin’s greetings that buried his words were all familiar.

A faint smile appeared on Jeongyeonshin’s lips.

“huh?”

Suddenly, Shin So-bin peeks her small face in.

Was she imitating Baek Mi-ryeo? Her thick eyelashes were raised, as if she was trying to act like her sister.

“It seems like you’ve had a hard time. Just from what I’ve heard, it wasn’t an ordinary martial arts course… I’m afraid I’ll get scolded by Ilryeon Geommae Senior and Cheonganmaggeom Senior. Saying I didn’t help them properly. No, I’m not feeling well myself. Can I feel your pulse?”

“Baekmyo is still immature.”

“Huh? Who is telling whom now… …?”

“Even though you are the same age as the Great Master, your storm and stress seem to come late. At that age, even if you are in bed, your heart is heavy. Furthermore, our Great Master’s karma is a bit much. That leg will only become stronger every night, so the martial arts world will soon have to fear each method more than the sword of Yeonhwanata… … .”

“Did you get poppies and chew them while you were at Salmun?”

It’s been a long time since I told you to break up. Jeong Yeon-shin muttered while watching the two of them talking.

The reunion of Ip Hwang-seong and Ma Gwang-ik.

It was quite loud, but also natural.

Even as the old assassins wearing black robes walked forward, glancing at Jeong Yeon-shin warily, Ma Gwang-ik’s two subordinates observed the lines of his muscles and the waves of aerodynamic force revealed by the shape of Dae-ju’s clothes.

The eyes of the masters of the Imperial Palace can grasp many things in a short moment. Their gaze was withdrawn as if nothing had happened only after a few breaths.

By that time, the conversation between Salhyeop Geumjonghwi and Heonwonchang had concluded.

“I will lead the disciples, and you, Seon-hwi, go to Bigo and bring me a bronze box. It is very small. It contains only a few pieces of paper. There is no map or anything… but I know that you have already checked all the escape routes and are familiar with the geography of this area. Please.”

“I’m not a salmon person. I don’t want to get involved with this anymore… … .”

“What can I do now that I only have you to trust?”

Geumjonghwi’s elegant and clever speech resembles Heonwonchang’s.

The tone was a little cold. It was discovered that the secret recipe for acknowledging the successor as the head of the clan was completely lost during the Cheonmachong Rebellion.

He trusted his brother. Salhyeop, who had his black hat pressed down deeply, did not show his gaze in front of the dozen or so elders who had approached him.

“Bigora? Somunju, are you really planning to have Geum Seon-hui guard the text of the text?”

“You are an outsider to the sect! How could you say such a miserable thing? Didn’t even the test end halfway?”

Geumjonghui did not respond to each and every question.

“Didn’t you sense the presence of the Yoo Seong-geom? The elders should first evacuate the disciples with me, and the only direct descendant, Seon-hwi, should follow with the relics of Cheonmachong. If we are to consider legitimacy, he is a child who can even challenge the position of Munju. How dare you, the elders, talk about this child as an outsider?”

“Hey, rumor!”

“The best swordsman in Liaodong has come to find the text. After thinking about it a hundred times, it is best to hurry first. We don’t know when that monstrous and powerful spirit will split the mountain peak, so we should take care of our disciples and go to Anga.”

Originally, there were more than one or two ways to properly kill someone.

The karma that you must most remember is the karma of murder, which is the karma of digging three caves. The caves you have dug cannot help but branch out into multiple directions.

“Disciples, this way! Those who have just returned, have the Heukshi take charge and send the message! We will meet at Anga in the southern part of the Great East!”

It was a system of the Daemunpa.

He gave orders like a general with the appearance of a killer. Dozens of killers crossed the underground plaza following Geumjon-hui’s gestures.

In it, the spirit of murder was evident.

The vast underground cavern became a bustling place.

Among the group of Ma Gwang-ik and his men who had gathered on one side and were watching them, Tae-yeom-ryong clicked his tongue.

“Namgung comes to mind. I’ll have to see the water rise to the sunny side.”

“In the midst of all the chaos, the Shanxi First Gate has been decided. Isn’t that right, Your Majesty?”

That was when.

suddenly.

Boom! Kwaaaaang! Kwaaaaang―!

A loud noise raced across the cave ceiling. Stone chips fell like corn.

The expressions on the faces of the Salmons sitting on the stone table changed. It was incomparable to when they had reported the actions of Murong Gaju and Sim Mu-ryeonju earlier.

“The forbidden gate has just been broken.”

“I am relaying this to you by email. It appears that the Sahambyeok’s organs have been destroyed.”

The tone of voice changed. Even though it was a flat voice, it sounded very urgent.

All of them opened their mouths as if they had been accustomed to the energy of the cave through the Baekhoehyeol point, and their appearances were like that.

“The transmission of the Black Sword has stopped. I can’t feel any energy.”

“Crush the Golden Palace’s Ringing Formation! The upper area has been completely pierced!”

“Come!”

Woof woof woof!

The next moment, a thick echo drowned out their voices. It was as if the dragon of the Tale had stuck its head into the underground plaza and roared.

Was it trying to completely crush the cave wall? The tremendous pressure was pressing down on my ears, making them feel like they were being crushed. The invisible force was expanding in all directions in an instant.

Something is coming.

Kwaaang!

The explosion caused a cloud of dust to erupt. Dust covered the entire area, and the ground people walked on shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

Taeyeonryong’s judgment was the fastest.

“I think it would be best to just get out of here and not be a bother.”

He dug through the storm of shock waves with a voice that carried a hot sunburst. Without even looking at the group of Salmun, he gave a glance at Heonwonchang and Shinsobin and urged them to retreat.

It was something he said to everyone. The madness flashing in his eyes pushed away any burden that might have been placed on Jeongyeonshin.

“It’s like a spider web. Hide anywhere in the Salmon’s house.”

The whole place was covered in dust. I could only vaguely distinguish the silhouettes of people.

It was thanks to the sunlight that was beginning to pour down from above, but no one there seemed to be thankful for that.

Jiiing―

A chilling sword sound scraped the air, amidst the dust that occasionally obscured the sunlight streaming down vertically.

A transcendentally sharp temperament begins to fill the vast cave. Before anyone knew it, a figure standing in the air with the shape of a sword hanging down was looking down at the crowd.

“… … .”

It has manifested.

A peerless swordsman who has long coveted the legacy of Cheonma.

It was like a curtain of grayish dust. It was invisible. Only the presence that created silence was clear. It seemed to forcefully suffocate me.

“Found it.”

A thick voice rang out.

The aerodynamic force contained in a single word swept through the room like a faint waterspout.

No one responded. The silence only deepened.

They were placed at the feet of the first person of Liaodong.

The owner of the Mo Yong Se family.

The Great Sword Lord of the Stars, Murong Jungrak.

There is no need to say that it is well-deserved. The Eight Legions are the old absolutes.

It was a name that gave rise to the conviction that the moment one made a sound, one’s lifeline would be cut off. It was as natural as the providence of the martial world.

It was too late when we faced each other. No one dared break the silence.

just.

At this moment, there was only a silhouette rising silently. It slowly rose toward the shadow of the peerless master overlooking the underground plaza.

The back view of the black long coat fluttering.

He was standing with his feet on the long sword and his hands hanging down.