Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 328

Grandson

And then there was a sound of footsteps. Short, thump.

A man with a noticeably sturdy body descended the mountain peak.

The momentum that came down like a thunderbolt was nowhere to be found. The shock of the fall was absorbed by the power of internal energy.

The man’s pink sleeves were fluttering widely, and he stepped forward as if he had just come out of a bar.

Damn it.

The silence he had created seemed to take on some form, spreading down to the hills below like an invisible swamp.

Below the slope leading to the peak.

The aftermath of the attack blew in like a strong wind. Blood, flesh, and bone fragments scattered among the stone fragments. Down, down.

There weren’t many surviving martial arts troops.

The sound of horses’ hooves, unable to even utter a cry, struck the ground intermittently. The clattering sound was hollow.

The mounted warriors, holding swords in one hand and reins in the other, also remained silent.

The serious expressions on the faces of dozens of people disappeared. It was literally a stunned look. A completely different expression took over.

Not only was the inspection disorganized, but even the rushing stopped. It had to be that way.

I placed the corpses of my slaughtered comrades next to me. At that moment, it was almost a stroke of luck that I survived.

It was not something that the thirteen thousand would experience. It was an unrealistic sight.

“… … .”

The enforced silence was deep. No one was able to open their mouths. Not even among the mounted warriors.

The absolute being who stood at the forefront was different.

“Who are you?”

The master of Simmu-ryeon. The king of the kings and the queen of the kings.

The pure white fur-woven Simmu-ryeonju’s cloak was fluttering violently. It was floating about an inch in the air.

Even as his feet made a dull, circular motion with a dull sound, his body remained floating proudly.

Gugu Palace―

The ground shook. It was not a reaction from an intruder’s trick, but an aftershock that rose from the hollow ground that had been hit by Gunwi-hou’s wave.

The shock doesn’t stop at one time. It is said that the wave of Simmu-ryeon’s infinite brilliance and dazzling skills, which reached its peak, even caused a landslide.

It was an incredible divine power. At the same time as the anger, an explosion of true energy occurred, and the level of internal energy and power was at the level of realizing the image.

However, he did not hesitate to counterattack. This is because he has the temperament to prioritize victory, to the point where he is called the king of martial arts.

Sim Mu-ryeon-ju was the same as always when confronted with an unexpected presence. The first thing she did was to understand the other person.

The remaining troops of Sim Mu-ryeon let out a long sigh after seeing his back.

“They asked for my identity.”

The questioning of Sim Mu-ryeon continued.

It was a stern voice. There was no sign of recognizing the person who had suddenly appeared.

It’s not strange.

It is said that the heads of the most powerful factions in the world are mentioned in the mouths of the rich, but it is rare for them to actually meet each other.

Not only are they busy taking care of their own cultivation and the affairs of the school, but the world is vast. This is especially true when the main characters of the school change and decades pass by.

The man in the pink robe opened his mouth.

“The way a child speaks is funny.”

Words spoken to none other than Sim Mu-ryeon-ju.

“Wait there.”

It was a break from the norm. His words and actions were all like that. He looked furious when he was coming down, but after shaking his hand once, he didn’t even look at me.

His innate character was evident in the way he turned his gaze toward the open space at the top of the peak.

His priorities were clear. He had an arrogant disposition that could be seen as stubbornness.

however.

“Yeonshin-ah.”

The man’s voice softened.

“I see that you have achieved something remarkable. Your prayers are reminiscent of the white lotus. It must be because you have your own secret technique. I am very curious.”

“how……?”

Jeongyeon Shin closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again. She was standing at the top of a steep slope.

Even though Seonghwi Daegeomgun Mo Yong-jung-rak was right next to him, holding his sword down, he had no choice but to do so.

Could it be because the tension has disappeared for a moment? No, the Murong family is also showing off a strange side that is just as noticeable as the Sim Mu-ryeon family.

Just like Gunwi-hou, the best swordsman in Murong, who was known as a peerless master in his middle age, looked down at the uninvited guest.

The old man paid no attention.

“I heard a rumor that that bastard Zhuge Liang’s head was blown off by your sword. When I saw the document containing his words and actions, I was extremely angry, but when you appeared, you were a dead woman for days and nights. I am glad that you are safe. The old man must have received an abundance of blessings in his later years.”

He speaks in a young voice with an old tone. He only looks at Magwangikju.

It was different from when he dealt with Sim Mu-ryeon-ju. His words and actions were very kind. It was as if he was telling a long story to his grandson.

‘ah.’

Even when facing the peerless master Seonghwi Daegeomgun, Ma Gwang-ik-ju did not back down, but for a moment, his lips moved as if he was speechless, and then he adjusted his grip on the Bukmyeong sword.

The solitude of the Emperor sometimes reminds him of his loneliness. It is because it makes him realize that he is not alone. In his truly lonely childhood, he did not know what emptiness and loneliness were.

Suddenly, a house with a swing and a kite flashed through my mind. It wasn’t Jeonggajang or Maga’s manor, but somewhere.

There wasn’t much I could say at this moment.

The words that were painfully forced out of his throat came out in a voice no different from usual as soon as they passed his mouth.

“…I hope you’ve been well.”

“Of course. You are still the same. That too is the fault of the old man… … .”

The man’s words conveyed two meanings: his body had become incredibly strong, and his attitude showed no sign of fatigue.

It was an unfamiliar idea. It was a speech and action that was difficult for the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju to accept, and it only served to awaken his temperament.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t want to see her grandfather’s pitiful expression. Anyone her age would have felt the same way.

So I changed the subject. Murong Gaju and Sim Mu-ryeonju. I wanted to focus entirely on this land that had become a rare and dangerous place in the world.

“I have to face the Seonghwi Great Sword Army. Even if I can’t cut them down… … .”

“Do as you wish.”

Mayeonjeok, carrying a backpack, nodded. His cold expression was awkwardly pushed aside by a kind smile.

“You will have to go to a wide place in the future.”

My maternal grandfather said. He had Murong Gaju and Sim Mu-ryeonju on either side.

At the same time, Jeongyeonshin’s eyelids slightly lowered.

I had a strange feeling. The wilderness was turning into a marble smokehouse of the Imperial City.

Even without hearing it with my ears, I could feel my grandfather’s intentions. If not now, then where else would I have an opportunity like this? Since Nobu will be watching, I should work hard to improve my martial arts skills… … I could hear it in my heart.

Could it be that his crown resonated with his grandfather’s upper body?

Hwaak-

A gust of wind swept through my hair. The air touching my skin felt different than before.

It felt a bit lukewarm. It was as if there were glimpses of spring in the hazy dust, and it really felt like the end of winter.

Horsemen looking up at the peak with Simmu-ryeonju on the lower slope.

The white swordsman standing blankly in the empty lot of Bonguri, Murong Zhongle, the best swordsman in Liaodong.

The demon standing in the middle stopped everything.

Phew.

The moment when the late winter sandstorm suddenly subsided.

The place that was almost a battlefield for martial artists turns into a stage.

The surroundings entered a strange state of standoff. King Wuje Gunwihou kept his mouth shut and focused his gaze on the intruder, while the cavalry masters of Sim Mu-ryeon dismounted from their horses and lined up behind their master.

The sound of trampling on the flesh of his comrades, the demeanor of stepping on death when the order is given. It was the spirit of the thirteen thousand great waves.

Sabak.

Jeong Yeon-shin turned to face Mo Yong-jung. The sound of footsteps rustling the stone crumbs was no longer as eerie as before.

“Who are you?”

The peerless swordsman of the Moryong family, with his back straight, asked.

Seonghwi Daegeomgun is also a man of great strength.

The sight of blue-black lightning flashing from his two eyes is evidence of his keen insight.

He had insight into the character of the man who had not uttered a single word, and he seemed to have seen through the strange way of speaking of the man who had suddenly appeared that it was natural.

If given just a little more time, it would be easy to guess Mayeonjeok’s true identity. The same would be true for Simmu-ryeonju.

“Was there someone like that in Iphwangseong? Aside from the Yongga guy from the Shingeomdan.”

The Murong family asks in a strange manner while twisting the sword here and there. It means that his expression is the same as usual.

Could it be because of his natural disposition? Now, anyone could see that he was at a disadvantage in the three-way battle, but he seemed relaxed while alone. He was an absolute leader among the powerful families of the martial arts world.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t answer. She only felt the sword wave of the fully heated Bukmyeong sword in her hand.

‘It feels like the first time.’

The magic wand that has been around for a while.

I wasn’t relaxed. I was often put in an unfavorable environment.

After I got to the black level, I felt a sense of responsibility as if I had become the head of a clan. As a low-ranking member, I had to deal with only the most senior members of the clan, and I had to look after my colleagues while thinking about the future.

The given fate also forced it. It was the reason why Seomyeo Mu-maek pursued extremely short-term fights.

Not now. It’s completely different.

It’s real, but it’s relaxed.

The opponent was not a peerless master like Zhuge Liang who let his guard down even after exerting all his strength, but the air surrounding Jeong Yeon-shin flowed calmly.

I treated the Thirteen Heavenly Kings standing at the bottom of the slope as bystanders, not enemies. I felt at ease. Even with the Palgaju right in front of me.

“I’m glad to have received unexpected windfall.”

Mo Yong-jung said.

“You came here to learn self-defense skills, but you’re leaving with sword skills as well.”

“what?”

“It would be right to quickly cut off your head and go to the author. Come in and see.”

Words and actions that treat Jeongyeonshin as a stepping stone. It is said that among the absolute rulers of martial arts, there is no one who is not skilled in martial arts.

Even though he knew that he was a lowlife, his competitive spirit was directed at Mayeonjeok, and he wanted to share his sword.

Never die. It seemed like the confidence of the lofty transcendent beings. It was evident from their tone.

“It’s not a good opportunity to spend long with a child who hasn’t fully grown up yet. Make the feat of defeating Zhuge Cheon-sang your first meal.”

“Are you stronger than the master of the Zhuge family?”

Jeong Yeon-shin slightly relaxed the grip on the sword. Mo Yong-jung raised the corners of his mouth.

“What good is it to discuss the inaction of a bastard who lived and died as a lucky dragon? In the end, he was unable to rule Shanxi. In the first place, he tried to make Geomseong the Emperor Zhao Lie and act like Zhuge Liang, but he was unable to untie his knot due to your tricks. He even possessed the method of destroying the Akga Chang.”

Woof.

A white light emerged from the sword that Murong Gaju raised with one hand. It seemed as if the stars in the distant sky were wrapped around the blade like silk. Just like that, a transcendental spirit spread out.

“The victory or defeat of the martial world is determined by the fate of the soldiers. The one who defeated Zhuge Liang through combined attack and fortune should not be arrogant.”

Then his sword became blurry.

Finally coming out.

The meteor sword of the Moyong family transformed into a dim pillar of light. In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere rippled violently like a translucent blue.

The sword strike that extended in a straight line was incredibly fast.

The time of proof has come.

This is the moment when the whole world will know that not just a new leader, but a warrior who has come closest to the ranks of the new sword masters has appeared.

Woohoooooooo―

In Jeongyeonshin’s mind, a dragon made of light ascended to the sky holding a fan in its mouth.

‘New Secret.’

The dragon and the flower.

The invisible waves from the upper chamber surged violently. It was a moment when the light of Murong Zhongluo’s sword, which had pacified the vast land of Liaodong, flickered in his vision.

The spirit of Yeonhwanatha walked through the realm of light without paying any attention to him.

A dragon descending the steep slope of the side mountain peak like a ray of light.

The mysterious Baekhoehyeol energy roughly scratched the air in the form of a divine dragon, and immediately formed a passage that resonated with the spirituality of the upper chamber, and struck the crown of the evil demon Ma Yeon-jeok like a lightning bolt.

Oh my god!

A tremendous wave erupted with a loud noise.