Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 348

May 25th (4)

Behind Jeongyeonshin.

The little sect leader took a deep breath and followed him with large steps. At the same time, the end of the thick windbreaker that reached down to his feet fluttered once, gently settling the dirt that Jeongyeonshin had dug up.

The most noble person in the Myonggyo’s school used his internal energy with such refinement that it was almost like a habit.

“This guy.”

The young cult leader who had been chasing after her placed his hand on Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder.

“Isn’t that a different story? Those guys who think they’re the best in the world and brag about it, I too would like to overturn that fancy table of drinks.”

Eerily soft and pure white fingers grasp the cloth covering the character ‘荒’.

Traces of the extreme refinement of the Sosu Magical Skill. If you didn’t know, it would just look like a beautiful hand, but to Jeong Yeon-shin, who knew the opponent’s identity, it wasn’t like that.

“Let go.”

“Let go.”

A smooth voice overlapped next to him. It was Chil Sado’s cold voice.

The gaze that scanned the body of the sect leader was strangely sharp.

The leader of the sect shrugged his shoulders, which were hidden by the wind, and lowered his hand.

“Madam, please forgive me. Words like ‘Buchangbusu’ have long since become meaningless thanks to the Ming family, but right now, I have something I need to talk about closely with your husband… … .”

With the sound of the hem of her clothes rustling, Chil-sado took a step back. She turned her body slightly and lowered her thin eyelashes.

In an instant, he lost interest, and his breathing became deeper. He moved his feet slightly back and forth, as if he was absorbed in the practice of the Dharma.

He still has a personality that is hard to grasp. At times, he shows mad obsession and devotion, but at other times, he shows the arrogance and pride that are characteristic of the Blood Flame Cult nobles.

Jeong Yeon-shin had a hard time guessing the thought process. It was harder to fathom than any of the knots he had.

‘It’s not even Peking Opera.’

The anger faded. Feeling a slight sense of emptiness, Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the side of Chil-sado’s face before turning her gaze towards the young cult leader.

The expression under the silver mask was noticeable. The corners of his mouth were tilted up just like when they first met, but even to Jeong Yeon-shin, who had an outstanding eye, it was an expression that had no meaning.

“Before we get to the main point, let me give you some advice as a senior in Gangho.”

“… … ?”

“Time is the most precious thing that Heaven has granted to lowly humans. It is even more so for people like us. As for how many years you have left… … I can’t quite see it.”

“You have successfully achieved the Samhwachwijeong,” said the young leader with a faint smile as he continued speaking slowly.

“Enjoy life. Don’t create regrets.”

It was a strange tone. In fact, I felt many complex emotions in those words.

Although the little sect leader showed a miserable demeanor, he rarely hid his feelings.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not indulge in sentimentality. She had many precious connections around her, making it difficult to feel sorry for her circumstances.

He paid attention to other words.

Even the peerless master who defeated the world’s best pure magician could not predict his lifespan.

‘I talked about Samhwachwijeong.’

It seemed that the state of unity between the spirit and the body obscured the state of the body from the transcendent gaze.

Even without that, the eyes of the peerless masters who would now become his enemies were burdensome, but now it seemed like his worries had been brought to naught.

“The seed of the Myunggyo is talking about permission from heaven.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

The young leader raised one corner of his mouth, as if to say, “What’s your business?”

Then he pointed to one side with a sidelong glance.

“Look at that village youth coming out of the butcher shop over there. He pretends not to know anything and sneaks over here. If I don’t catch him and kill him, you and I will have to communicate by voice.”

There were eyes and ears everywhere. Today’s Sacheon martial arts world was in utter chaos.

Ten-point, pure and simple, and golden gate.

Dangga, Amipa, Cheongseongpa.

The land where the Daemunpa clan has the most land in the world.

Even if the Pure Marian Master was burned to death by the leader of the Myunggyo sect, that was all the damage done to the Thirteen Heavenly Lords of the Four Heavenly Kingdoms.

The Ten Commandments Master, who had been absorbed by the Blood Flame Cult Leader in the past, still acted as the absolute ruler.

The Baekdo Jeongpa side was different.

A year ago, the head of the Cheongseongpa clan was defeated by the Paegeom clan leader.

The Tang family head, who had suffered severe internal trauma due to a family matter long ago, was defeated by the Jinshimun family head in a landslide defeat.

Only Amipa is intact.

The situation in Sacheon’s martial arts world was tilted heavily toward Thirteen Heaven. As the Young Cult Leader had said, we had to be on guard in all directions.

“Earth sound?”

Chilsado tilted his head slightly with his eyes closed.

At the same time, Jeongyeonshin felt an invisible air curtain surrounding her in a hemispherical shape. The irregular air waves unique to Marajin Blood Hole. The noise outside disappeared in an instant.

The sect leader’s eyes narrowed into crescent-shaped shapes.

“Well… Anyway, as I briefly mentioned, Magwangikju, you must become a human sacrifice. It’s not a situation where you can just go straight to the conference room.”

“With three people here, the balance of power is right. No matter how many masters of the Golden Sword and the Ten Swords are here.”

“Do you really think that crazy Geumsimunju will just give you a sacrifice or let you accompany Jiaolong?”

“We can stand on equal footing.”

“Well. It seems likely that a large slash will spread across Geumsimunju’s body. It will restrict the enemy’s movements and make their martial arts more powerful… … .”

The Golden Gate’s formation.

It was famous even though its name was not known. It was a season that allowed for free movement of formations and boosted the spirits of warriors who had learned some kind of secret.

Originally designed to allow multiple unmanned units to hunt large creatures, it is said that this skill also demonstrates tremendous power in a wave defense battle.

“Can’t you dismantle the formation on the spot or make it your own? I tried.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke with a somewhat disappointed tone. In the past, he had spent several days working on destroying the Blood Flame Cult’s Yinyeolryungjin formation.

If you have mastered the art of drinking, you should be able to do it in an instant, not in a few days.

“hmm.”

The head of the cult leader tilted slightly to the side. Did my enemies feel this way too?

“… The problem is the master of the formation in that place. Jinsimunju is well-versed in both sorcery and martial arts. He once received the ten-dan sword displayed by the great swordsman of the Wudang faction. They say that he is the only master of Yangsimgong who can hold the sorcery formation in one hand and emit the martial arts wave with the other. The gate master of Sima Oedo, who has never touched the secret of the Wudang faction.”

I can do that much, but Geumsimunju is no pushover either. The small cult leader licked his lips.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s reaction was lukewarm.

“Excuses.”

“From the start, you should give up the idea of confronting Geumsimunju head-on. Their martial arts skills would be at odds.”

“Tell me more.”

“The martial arts of the Golden Demon are the most auspicious spirits in the world, and they are the art of killing them. It is called the art of governing the heavens and killing the dragons. It places all the Taoist and Buddhist powers of the world under your feet… It will be especially fatal to your amazing magical powers.”

“Chicheon Yongsalgong… … .”

Jeongyeonshin repeated softly. The sound in her mouth was loud.

Something I have never experienced before. I have had the upper hand over my opponents many times, but I have never experienced dealing with an energy that is against me.

The young sect leader stared at him with his dark blue eyes and finished speaking softly.

“You’d be better off just swinging your sword behind me. Well, it’s not just me who can change the structure of the air force, but you can do it too, but wouldn’t the one who hasn’t learned the opposing martial arts be able to respond faster in the first place? I’m also the one who’s well-versed in the magic and martial arts. I hope you’ll follow my words as a matter of natural reason.”

He blurts out the raw facts.

Jeongyeonshin felt like she was looking into a cracked mirror. It wasn’t very pleasant.

* * *

Sacheon Saints.

A manor with high walls like a castle.

The signboard on the main gate had the words “Geumsimun” written in straight lines and angles. It was said to be the work of Geumsimunju, who did not like the expression “dragon and snake flying high.”

However, Jangwon was packed with people who looked up at the strange writing and exclaimed in admiration.

A crowd of hundreds of people was forming, creating a noise of chatter, dust, and the sound of knives being sharpened.

“All of you who have come to take the test, come here! Over here, over here!”

“I’m first today!”

“Take hold of this stone and crush it with only your strength. That’s all. There will be no more.”

“Is that… a test?”

“exactly.”

“No, are you saying that I can only estimate the level of my studies without any training?”

“You saw it right away.”

“I have never heard of a case where a guest is received in this manner. Why do you estimate the realm of a warrior based solely on skill without looking at the prehistoric food?”

“If you are not sure, go back. Or would you like to discuss the text with the elders?”

“no…….”

There were many who went in with great momentum and walked out without even being able to draw their swords.

The people standing guard or taking the test acted in an arrogant manner. In the first place, no one considered Geumsimun to be a political faction.

This is the scene the next day when Jeong Yeon-shin came in as a guest at Jangwon.

Golden Gate.

It was said that they had been accepting ronin on a regular basis for some time now. It seemed that they were using them for human sacrifice.

“It looks incredible.”

A voice filled with admiration.

It was a stream in a sparsely populated annex. Jeong Yeon-shin stared blankly at the orange-clad warrior standing before her. A warrior from the Golden Gate. He looked to be in his early thirties.

Jeong Yeon-shin was called out one day after sleeping in an unfamiliar guest room at Jang-won. She was told that there was work to be done.

“If you passed the test, you will have the inner strength to use as courage… and a good person has come in at the right time.”

“What is your business?”

Jeongyeonshin suddenly asked.

At this moment, his mood was extremely uncomfortable.

It was like this from the moment he separated from Chilsado, who had to pretend to be blind to hide his identity, to the entire time he had been in Geumsimun, even if it was only briefly. Jeong Yeon-shin thought. It couldn’t be because of that woman.

The warrior’s mouth formed a curve with a snickering sound. It was a laugh that showed the free-spirited nature of Sima Oedo and Jeong Sa-ji-gan.

“You lack respect in your words and actions… but considering the work you are assigned, that’s about it. Follow me. I’m going to the lord.”

It’s an attitude that’s completely like treating a ronin. Even though guest is originally a word that refers to an honored guest.

But there was something else that was important right now.

“Golden hour?”

“You have been assigned as a servant.”

Jeongyeonshin blinked once without answering. Musa added with a look of understanding on his face.

“The Lord of the Moon never stops practicing the art of the sword and the swordsmanship. Without a decent amount of internal power, it would be difficult to even approach the swordsman. It can be said that the famous Emperor Sword Form is always unfolding in Namjikrye.”

“If he is the sect’s attendant, shouldn’t he use someone from within the sect?”

“All the disciples who have learned martial arts must, without exception, work hard in their training. That is also Moon Kyu-ji. That is also the reason why we bring in people from outside.”

Musa answered calmly. Her words and actions were coherent, and it seemed that she had learned a little bit of writing. She motioned for Jeongyeonshin to follow her.

“It won’t be that difficult. Just follow my orders.”

“I don’t know why you chose me.”

“Your appearance.”

She glanced at Jeongyeonshin.

“Your Majesty prefers things that are pleasing to the eye. Both academic and everyday life.”

Jeongyeonshin gave up on the thought.

And I remembered my conversation with the cult leader.

―Let’s say that it’s a day when our advance is unusually good. Let’s say that this body, which is infinitely close to the Heavenly Demon, and you, who are much stronger than this body at that time, pushed aside the Sipjeonmun and Geumsimun. But what if they escape? If Geumsimunju, who climbed up and down the scales of the Imoogi as if it were his own mountain, decides to shake us off, will you be able to catch him? If you want to check on the safety of your comrades, you should first go into the camp they opened for you.

-So, you’re going to hide your identity and infiltrate Geumsimun?

―You could easily deceive any master. Your skill at hiding your energy is superb. I would believe you even if you said it was a branch of divine magic.

-hmm.

―It’s the first time I’ve seen you smile so happily. Anyway, I will use the power of the Earth-following Demonic Power to connect you and your wife. It’s a shadow technique. When the time comes, send the true energy to your feet.

Damn it.

At that time, Jeong Yeon-shin and the warrior who guided them arrived at a pavilion with red and gold tiles. The surroundings were as quiet as an ice rink.

“The twins from Dangga will soon come to see the Lord. It’s okay to be a little rude to them. Don’t think of them as the Youngsik and Youngae of Sega. Even if you openly spill tea on them, the Lord will tolerate it.”

And the bell rang.

[Come in.]

A woman’s voice cuts through the silence nearby.

It’s a golden time.

The voice of the absolute being who governs the life and death of all the powerful gods was extremely dry.

‘He’s a servant.’

Jeongyeonshin slowly took steps towards the strongest man in Sacheon Gangho.