Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 345

May 25th

Latecomer.

Even if you arrive late, you will arrive first.

Earlier, Jeong Yeon-shin had inserted her hands and feet into the three streams of energy that Bukgung-ah was emitting forward, and had used them as her own propulsion waves. It was a kind of fire-breathing technique.

I calculated the direction in an instant.

It wasn’t difficult to move my body while drawing a path in my head. Just like when I used the passage of the Vajra Buddha’s teachings by following behind the back of Wonjeok Daesa.

Now, Jeong Yeon-shin’s Hwan-ik-bo has a different feel to it.

It wasn’t just about accelerating your body with the propulsion of the air wave or releasing the aerodynamic waves with your steps.

A technique that dramatically shortens the time it takes to complete a forward movement by adding a very strong will to your steps.

The techniques he used were similar to the mystical qualities that the Taoist and Buddhist martial arts gained by immersing themselves in the waters of hundreds of years.

The five steps were strangely quick and free.

‘Senior Bukgung was also great.’

It was a difference of one step to him. He untied her hair tie and took off her long robe with a short movement from side to side, but he didn’t even protect his waist.

If it were me, I would have been seriously injured. After killing Bukgung-ah instantly.

Swish.

Jeongyeon Shin held her hair tie and black robe in both hands together with her right hand.

A string that gently sweeps down the sides of the skin as if it were new, a long robe that is rough from the cross-section, perhaps because it has endured the battle of the black three-legged sect.

It felt strange.

His older brothers, Jeong Nam-san and Jeong Jung-san, would sometimes show the village children ornaments and wooden swords they had taken from the children of the warrior class across the river.

We need to be on guard because the country bumpkins will come to get this back.

It was Shin Ya-hyeon’s childhood play backed by a large landowner family called Jeong Ga-jang.

Whenever the children would engage in a game of grabbing and catching, Jeong Yeon-shin would just peek out over the fence and stare blankly at the sight of the kids being grabbed.

‘I only saw it from afar.’

He thought, This is quite interesting.

“… … .”

A quiet stage where only the faint sound of crumbs rolling can be heard.

Many in the audience held their breath. Their expressions showed shock and confusion.

The incident where Magwangikju had his sword stolen was nothing.

To begin with, the most famous martial arts skill among the ones possessed by Seomye Jeongyeonsin was Hwankang. Geomrye Seomryungsik has not yet surpassed the name given by Cheonggirin.

On the other hand, the black robe of the Yeoui Heavenly Pearl in his hand was eerily intact. He had taken it off by hand without even tearing the outer garment.

It’s hard to believe. Three critical areas were hit with one stroke: both arms and the back of the neck.

The eyes of experts and beginners are no different when it comes to seeing victory or defeat.

Anyone who tries to fathom the meaning of the long robe and hair band that are silently fluttering in the hands of the magician will be horrified.

“You, this is… … .”

When Bukgung-ah, wearing only a thin black robe, stood there blankly, holding Jeongyeonshin’s sword.

Sabak.

The great general who had been watching them from one side moved.

The hem of his black clothes brushed the ground beneath his body, which was completely wrapped in bandages, and an ominous shadow stretched from his feet, which had arrived within striking distance of Jeong Yeon-shin in the blink of an eye.

I didn’t feel any movement.

The realm of ascension. It is a nerve that is close to the art of sorcery. The palm of the Great Master of Myungryu, wrapped in bandages, silently stretched out.

There was absolutely no feeling of the special power of the sword tearing through the resistance of the atmosphere, and it seemed as if the technique itself was engraved into space.

His temperament is close to that of a one-hit-kill assassin. Even though he was launched in broad daylight, in front of the crowd.

‘It was a competition disguised as a melee.’

Jeong Yeon-shin directed the energy from the Yongcheon point on the sole of her foot towards her heel.

The Hwanikbo was activated again. The body rotated on its own to face the Myungryu Daeju. The prince’s shoulder was about to be torn apart by the long sword.

As soon as he raised his left hand, a faint glow from his heart met the palm of the Great Master’s hand and was crushed. It was the second-best move again.

The breath of the great master of the Myungryu clan who touched the golden thread of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi stopped for a moment. From the gap between the two hands that were touching, a whitish light streamed out in all directions for an instant. Along with the sound of countless teeth gnawing at the cloth.

‘Should I take it off?’

Jeong Yeon-shin felt it clearly with her heart. It was a very rough and destructive sensation as the Gwangryungi shattered and tore apart the energy of the Myungryu Great Master.

On one side of the audience, a very refined aura emanated, as if he was concerned about the safety of his colleagues. Even while he was on his way out, Jeong Yeon-shin felt and learned the nature of the new blood demon Jin Myeong-jo.

But the time they held hands was short. Before they could even take a breath, Myungryu Daeju took a step back.

Phew―

A choking sound came from the veil covering his face. After staring at Jeong Yeon-shin for a moment, Myeongryu Daeju turned around without saying a word and descended from the stage.

“… … .”

The silence in the room grew deeper.

“Yeouicheonju! Is that sword the divine water of the Moyong Se family?!”

A loud question erupted. The voice, full of energy, spread in all directions. People’s eyes immediately turned to Grand Master Im Jin-myeong, then quickly moved toward Yeouicheonju.

Bukgung-ah, who had been busy looking at the sword until the Myungryu Daeju disappeared from the training ground, nodded slightly.

While looking at Jeongyeonshin, who was at eye level higher than him, with eyes of distrust.

“How did the Meteor Sword end up in your hands… …?”

“That’s because Magwangikju took the head of Seonghwi Daegeomgun all by himself! That’s the spoils of war! Give it back to him immediately!”

It was a place to boost the morale of the soldiers of Iphwangseong who were in a desperate situation.

The Grand General shouted repeatedly, his mouth parted from side to side. The area around his beard was dyed with a hazy wave of aerodynamic energy.

“Magwangikju Jeong Yeonsin has taken the head of Muronggaju! He has single-handedly defeated Palgaju! As the winner of this competition, the current owner of Magwangik should freely choose his mission! No one should be anxious about that choice!”

The use of the oral technique was tremendous. The internal energy was completely turned into s*xual energy, and the appearance of it was similar to the future of the Great Sword of Ma Gwang-ik.

There was a repercussion.

The unmanned nature of the people swaying like waves under the stage. It was a sign of chaos.

The officials and upper class people who had been listening from beyond the wall because they could not enter the central training grounds hurriedly scattered in all directions.

Even without focusing on it, the sounds I could feel were incredibly disturbing.

The same was true for the spectator seats, which were the highest seats.

Aksurim, who jumped down with a “What the heck!”, started asking Jeongyeonshin all sorts of questions with his eyes wide open, and Yeouicheonju returned the Meteor Sword with a face that looked like she had a lot to say.

“How many did you see?”

“It was five steps.”

ah.

Bukgung-ah sighed briefly and slowly opened her lips. Unlike usual, her expression was calmer.

“There are two more competitions left… but the Grand Master is making a fuss. I thought it would be me after Yongga.”

Jeong Yeon-shin took out her sword with a short bow. Bukgung-ah was right. This meeting of the great lords was said to be fiercely competitive.

It was planned that the competition would be held in three groups out of the six black groups, with the two winners deciding the final winner.

At that moment, Jin Myeong-jo suddenly stood up and said that it was a waste of time. He was saying that he would not participate in the competition and would leave the decision up to Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

He, wrapped in a black robe like an orphaned bat, glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin and then looked down at the Grand General.

“I don’t feel like moving when I see such a worthy achievement. I’ll go back.”

In the midst of being bothered by the gossip of Aksurim, the Tang Dynasty’s Ma Gwang-ik-ju raised his head.

A nobility I have never seen in my entire life. The precious blood-red pearl nodded slightly at his greeting and leaped across the sky, disappearing.

The murmur of the owls lingered faintly on the hem of her clothes.

“I don’t want to do it either. How can I handle that step? Not unless my physical condition or luck is at its best today… … .”

* * *

Jeong Yeon-shin returned to the Ma Gwang-ik pavilion after avoiding the countless feats and attacks of the unmanned forces of the original city.

The rewards for his achievements were all changed to gold and silver potions. His reserves had now reached a point where he could no longer increase them with his supply of potions.

The distribution of rewards was left to Baek Mi-ryeo and Cheong Myeong.

“The head of the household… … .”

“Look at this list. There’s more than enough to supply the white kids. It’ll fill dozens of bags.”

Cheongmyeong said with a grin. It was because the warehouse of Ma Gwang-ik, which had become impoverished due to the loss of power in Myeonggongdo, was now full.

“Please pack what I have separately. Right now. I have been given the task of going up from Sichuan to Xingang. I plan to leave first.”

It had been a long time since Suncheon Ikju, Cheonrim Daeju, and Seonmok Ryeongju had headed to Xingang. Even the most abbreviated events had all been completed, so there was no reason to delay any longer.

―There is intelligence that the leader of the Myunggyo sect has made contact with the Sacheon Geumsimun. He will probably use the dragon’s inner layer to further enhance his martial arts skills.

Those were the words of the Grand General.

Jeong Yeon-shin planned to use this mission as her last opportunity to talk to the Lord of the Purple Order. By then, she would have returned to her hometown.

There was a lot to do.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who returned to her office, quickly took care of the remaining work. She thought of her maternal uncle, Ma Jin, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time due to their busy schedules.

―Your handwriting is quite smooth, so I don’t think you’ll have any worries about writing the letter.

My uncle’s wise words were not wrong.

The work of distributing tasks to colleagues, requesting supplies from the headquarters, and reviewing the achievements of the light-hearted determination learned by colleagues was carried out quickly.

In the case of Gwangyegyeol, there were no questions because of the carefully written secret. It was a very satisfying thing. Ma Gwangik was steadily becoming stronger, albeit slowly.

“I’m the scout. I’ll go first, so follow me carefully.”

The only one who could even slightly keep up with the light-hearted ten-mile-long technique was Tae-yeon-ryong, who had an incredible amount of energy, but since the martial arts world had become very dangerous recently, it was right to move together under the guidance of Ma-gwang-ik-ju.

The era of full-blown famine and exploitation had arrived. The world’s martial arts world was the enemy of Iphwangseong.

As soon as Jeong Yeon-shin organized the personnel for the second contingent, including Baek Mi-ryeo, he left the palace.

Sichuan, Qinghai, and Xinjiang, where mysterious fog rises everywhere.

Among them, Qinghai and Xinjiang are outside the country’s territory. This means that the search area is extremely vast.

That’s why several of the major generals were said to be scattered to search. The general said that two or three more people would be sent out.

As the winner of the competition, Jeongyeonshin strongly recommended the Bohyeoldaeju and Yeouicheonju.

While he, who had proven his innocence by killing the Murong family, was put in charge of the Socheon Invincibles, the role of looking after the safety of his fellow black men should have gone to someone with a meticulous character.

Bukgung-ah, who had been listening to those words with the Grand Commander with a trembling expression, looked at Jeongyeon-shin with a strange expression for a while, but did not show any sign of strong rejection.

“Taesa… Yeonshin-ah. Are we going to continue to be together like this?”

“Only until your coin possession is healed.”

“What if it never gets better?”

A man with ebony hair and a wide white robe like a palace guard walked alongside Jeong Yeon-shin.

A beautiful blind man with a halo around his high nose. While the two people with exceptionally outstanding appearances were drawing the attention of those around them, their footsteps soon reached the main gate of the castle.

“That’s right. That’s it, that’s it.”

A voice that suddenly rang out.

Among the men and women blocking the wide gate, a middle-aged woman points to the Chilsado. One end of the sleeve of her black coat hangs down like a withered tree trunk.

Her beautiful face was filled with both venom and elegance. Her gaze, which once seemed to look down on the entire world, now felt somewhat insignificant to Jeong Yeon-shin.

“That rascal dared to commit such a heinous act against me, who inherited the blood of the rascal. Without even knowing the situation, and out of his true nature… … .”

A collateral royal family member. The main character of the Ip Hwang Ma family.

The man next to him was the swordsman Ju-cheol. His face lit up when he saw Jeong Yeon-shin, but he narrowed his eyes when he heard her words. Before he knew it, he had turned his head to Joo Yeon-jeong.

“Is this the nobleman next to the next great swordsman?”

“Your Majesty… …?”

“Of course, he must be a precious person. How could the person who is close to the hero be an ordinary person?”

Joo Yeon-jeong’s eyebrows rose as she absentmindedly repeated the word ‘noble person’. Only then did Jeong Yeon-shin seem to enter her eyes.

The appearance of Magwangikju, who has completely transformed, is the talk of the town.

After hearing the rumor, it wasn’t difficult, at least for experts who had mastered the technique, to look back at the previous facial features.

Joo Yeon-jeong’s body froze.

However, Jeong Yeon-shin did not see her. She only greeted Geom Wi-gong with a wink, and the unique temperament of the horse that Joo Yeon-jeong was in was revealed without any filter.

Joo-cheol wished him good luck with a kind expression on his face.

“See you next time at the Forbidden City. Good luck.”

Those who are on the list of candidates for the Purple Order will face the Emperor in front of the civil and military officials. Zhu Cheol’s words were a great saying that will never be repeated again.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had once again bowed, passed the two people by calmly.

Every step she took spread an enormous presence. That was the case for Joo Yeon-jeong. It was a weight close to a thousand pounds.

A terrible pressure locked her mouth, and for a moment, the sight of the tyrant overlapped with that of Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

-There are many Joo surnames in the world.

Sarak.

Chilsado smiled faintly, poked Jooyeon Jeong’s empty shoulder with his long finger, and then walked away.

* * *

From Hogwangseong to Sacheonseong.

Many days have passed.

Now, Jeongyeonshin didn’t need a fine horse.

The lightness of the ten-mile lightness carved constellations on the earth, and the light wheel in his heart constantly rotated, supplying propulsive light waves to his heels.

The Seven Sado’s Asin method, which was reminiscent of the Tao of Nunggongheodo, was barely able to keep up.

They reached a snowy mountain with no end in sight.

The two walked together at a certain distance. Every day, when Jeongyeonshin told him the secret, Chilsado would ask him again the next day.

And it was noon today. The sunlight was bright white.

It seemed like spring had not yet arrived in Sacheon.

Beneath the valley surrounded by pure white ridges, only a stream of water that had not yet completely frozen flowed leisurely.

It was a road that had to be crossed to enter Sacheon, a basin.

“Don’t step on the ice there. It’s very thin. My servant got into trouble by getting splashed with cold water.”

Under the shade cast by the peaks, a figure was seen sitting leisurely, with a bamboo fishing rod in the icy water.

Slightly raised chin.

The small corners of his mouth, exposed to the sunlight, were sharp. The prayers he wore all over his body were strangely noble, and he smiled as if he was mocking everything.

That’s why Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly thought of the word ‘So-cheon’ (laughing heaven).

Along with the tremendous sense of kinship that struck my mind like a bolt from the blue, I also felt Taeyeonryong’s unique disposition of letting go of everything.

“I have a suggestion. It’s to feed candy to the most greedy goldsmith in the land of Sacheon.”

Inyoung, who had been shivering for a moment, continued speaking with a sly smile.

“Would you like to go catch a dragon together?”

“Plague.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.