Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 349

May 5th Dongju (5)

Munjujeon. The hall where the King of Geumsi resides.

The warrior who guided Jeongyeonshin to Munjujeon had already stepped far back.

Usually, the Sima Oedo sect is more concerned with hierarchy than the Baekdo Martial Arts sect, and this place seemed to be no different.

I felt like they were treating Moonju, who was beyond human realm, as some kind of divine spirit.

-It would be better to act neatly.

The telegram sent by Musa rang in Jeongyeonshin’s ears. Although she had previously said that she would just do as instructed, it seemed that she was worried.

Of course.

Is there any other case where I would ask a guest who has studied properly to do the housework?

It doesn’t make sense for a person who has achieved a certain level of study to become a mere servant.

At least Jeongyeonshin has never heard of such a thing. It is a story that is established because the person receiving the service is the best in the Sacheon region.

In the first place, it was not something to expect from a ronin who had wandered the world and found a place to settle down, the qualities of a servant.

This meant that Geumsimunju’s personality was far from worldly etiquette.

―I don’t know if you noticed, but the person waiting in front of you right now is the most… … in the world.

“Do as you wish.”

Jeongyeonshin pretended not to hear Musa’s words and headed towards the main hall.

Damn it.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, the sound of the warrior’s voice was cut off.

I don’t know if she stopped talking on her own or if it was because of the aura of the Golden Gate.

One thing was certain.

There was no great exaggeration in the warrior’s words, such as “passing through the Emperor’s Sword Form as if it were a peerless divine technique.”

Swish.

His uniform was tightening.

In an instant, the outline of his forearm was revealed, as if he was being soaked in invisible water.

The pressure coming from all directions has exceeded normal levels.

‘Chicheon Yongsalgong.’

The natural gi was moving around in all directions with a clear force. I heard that the aftereffects of the energies were strong, but this was a skill that even a master like me would have a hard time doing with intention.

Didn’t you say that you create pressure by just inhaling rather than exhaling?

‘The conflict of the light wheel… Can it be countered with a different energy?’

I feel the faint energy that had been flowing through my body like steam, along with the pressure of the axial force, subsiding.

The search for the golden hour disappeared. It seemed as if he didn’t feel anything special. Jeong Yeon-shin slowly let out the breath he had been holding.

The presence of the young Geumsimunju in the hazy atmosphere was truly enormous. If he had not been able to approach Samhwachwijeong after learning from Jinmyeongjo, he would have read it all.

‘It’s superior to the pure magic and the ten-pronged magic. That’s for sure.’

They say he is a peerless master who only cares about the supernatural, but he was able to make a comparison with just a glimpse of the ki faction.

The only masters of the Sacheon Province that Jeongyeonshin has not encountered are the elders of the Cheongseongpa and Amipa.

“You’re new. Come here.”

In the front room, somewhat away from the main house, the source of the pressure, a man with neat features stuck his head out and gestured. He was an ordinary man.

However, for Jeong Yeon-shin, who was in the Imperial Palace, being ordinary meant that his skills were quite outstanding in the world.

As soon as he brought Jeongyeonshin into the room, he introduced himself.

“His name is Wanyang. He is a famous scoundrel. He alone enjoyed the joy of serving the master of this large sect… .”

“It’s full of smoke.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered briefly. It was a pseudonym that added the word “Chal Man” to his middle name. It meant a grown adult.

“Full of smoke? What a name for a ronin. Anyway, I was wondering why some of the warriors who were welcoming the guests last night were making such a fuss, but it turns out it really was true that my successor was coming. I thought they were teasing me because they even mentioned Songok and Ban-ak. Why would someone with such a handsome face come to eat rice with a knife?”

Wan Yang, who had become the leader of the Magwangikju, spoke with a smile.

Jeongyeon Shin showed her discomfort with her eyebrows. It was because of the word ‘half-evil’.

Wanyang clapped his hands.

“Yes, yes, you must have heard it enough. Our lord is just like you. He doesn’t like empty words, meaningless compliments on appearance. Just follow orders, just remember this. We will stay in the last room of the annex on the other side.”

“Is that all you need to know?”

“You’re impatient. First, I’ll tell you where the liquor storehouse is. You need to know all the furniture here. You also need to become friendly with the servants… After you’ve mastered the basics, you’ll be able to meet the master. Just because you came here so easily, doesn’t mean everything will be easy, right? Listen carefully, first… … .”

At first glance, Wan Yang’s story seemed light, but it had a strangely cold corner.

Jeongyeon Shin kept her mouth shut and nodded her head every now and then.

like that.

The gist of the Golden Hour continued with some minor teachings.

“Your Majesty loves alcohol. Perhaps because he always faces the spirits’ murderous intent head-on, he doesn’t try to suppress his drunkenness with his strength but rather lets it out. Make sure you don’t frown at the alcohol.”

It wasn’t information that was new to Jeong Yeon-shin. It was really the first time she had heard of it.

The fact that Chicheon Yongsalgong is a divine skill that uses alcohol just as much as Gaebong’s Drunken Fist.

“Your hair never grows past your neck. It’s not like you’re worried about close combat, so… Some spirits manipulate the power of their will like a hand, and if your hair or hem is long… You get the idea, right? But you don’t prefer a messy bun. You should learn how to take care of your hair.”

Wan Yang was a key figure in the sect. First of all, he had a wide network of connections. He seemed to be on friendly terms with everyone from the warriors who selected guests to the attendants who prepared the food.

As someone who lived and worked in the same hall as the absolute ruler of the sect, he enjoyed all sorts of privileges.

“When you visit the Lord’s bedroom and office, look at them carefully and remember them clearly. Even the position of a single small piece of furniture should not be different from usual. Balance, beauty. If there is a martial art to serve the Lord, these two are the key points. Just like your face.”

“I just enjoyed getting drunk… … .”

“Would the senses of a peerless master be disturbed by something like drunkenness?”

During that time, Jeong Yeon-shin fought against patience.

Suncheonik, Cheonrimdae, Seonmokryeong. Whenever I felt anxious about what was going on with the black seniors and their subordinates, I held back. I drank the information that Wanyang was pouring out like fresh water.

Geumsimunju is the absolute ruler between the four realms.

He is neither a political figure who argues for right and wrong, nor a master of the path of tyranny who submits to martial arts and strength.

There is no way out through coercion and armed conflict.

The only options left are negotiation or stealth, but the former is not an option.

If the three armed forces of Iphwangseong have entered the formation of Jiaolong, then it means that Geumsimun has already taken Jeongyeonshin hostage.

Two days passed.

He learned from Wan Yang’s skills as a servant and studied the method of destruction to defeat Geumsimunju.

It was an environment where an attack was possible at any time if only proper preparations were made. It was possible to enter the inner quarters without worrying about the guards, and the guards for the lord were surprisingly lax.

‘There are no guards at all around Munjujeon.’

It seemed as if he was saying this without making it too obvious. There was no master in the land of Sacheon who could threaten her.

“Today is the day of an important meeting. Normally, we would not bring our servants, but he asked me to take the back seat with you. I must bring the Lord Moon to the front and go to Geumsijeon.”

Wan Yang said. This was after calling Jeong Yeon Shin to the annex outside Munjujeon.

It was a day when the sunlight brightly enveloped the ridge. He glanced at the dreamy white light surrounding Jeongyeonshin and was amazed once again.

“They say that the Master’s eyes can even see through walls… I wonder if he has already seen your face before entering the training samadhi. You seem to hate me for no reason.”

The breath in his voice was thicker than usual. His concluding remarks felt a bit cold. On the other hand, his lips were forming a smile that seemed to be a good person.

‘what?’

It was an unexpected sight for Jeong Yeon-sin, who had been viewing the disciples of Geumsimun as still lifes.

He didn’t even feel petty. The martial arts world that Ma Gwang-ik-ju was in was too high up for him to experience petty conflicts. Even when he was in hiding.

“It didn’t seem like a sect that engaged in private speech and actions.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said. Wan Yang’s smile deepened.

“I’ve been thinking about whether or not I should say this… I mean, your slightly arrogant attitude. Before I meet the Lord, I… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t listen any longer and walked towards Munju-jeon. She’s seen everything.

“What are you doing now? Hey!”

He went that way and defeated Wan Yang. It was okay to do so. Because from today on, he could stand by Geum Si Moon Ju’s side.

* * *

After the story of Tanggaju being defeated by Jinshimunju without being able to raise a hand, the morale of Jinshimun followers was sky-high.

It wasn’t because they had newly realized the power of Moonju. It was simply because the Mancheonhwawoo that would block the movements of the dragon was just about to fall into their hands.

Golden Gate, Golden Gate.

It is the largest hall within the very large manor.

The interior was also impressive, with the golden eagle eating a dragon carved in various shapes, surrounding the interior. Dust with a halo slowly flowed through the gaps.

Jeong Yeon-shin sat next to the stone statue splitting a Yeouiju with its beak. It was right behind the stone throne on which Geumsimunju sat.

‘It’s just as I heard from Wanyang.’

A woman of small stature wearing a red-gold robe.

Translucent waves rippled from his black hair that only slightly covered the back of his neck, and the sweet aroma of Hyangseolju (fragrant snow wine) spread from the jade bottle he held in one hand.

A strange sense of transcendence emanated from the slowly shaking upper body.

He said he had mastered the art of catching dragons, but he never stopped using his energy while working. He could truly be said to be crazy about catching dragons.

‘Among the purple, a surprise attack is meaningless against one who is exceptionally strong. My maternal grandfather…’

Jeong Yeon-shin kept thinking about the exit alone and then quit. Even if she was extremely lucky and ended up inflicting a fatal wound, it would still be a problem.

Because the mission’s priorities are clear, you must not block the way to rescue your comrades by committing a crime.

―Yeonshin-ah. The peerless master who achieved Gongwolmu and Ogijowon is said to be someone who can master all the techniques in one go. The speed of the movement will be beyond your imagination.

‘If you want to properly gauge something, you have to look into each other’s eyes first.’

He couldn’t see the front of Geumsimunju.

The reason why Geumsimunju left first without waiting for them was because he was arguing with Wanyang, who occasionally glanced at Jeongyeonshin from the side.

“Your Majesty, you are paying your respects today as well.”

The young man’s bright voice filled the room. His words and actions were more about his appearance than his manners. The way he spoke was very skillful.

He was a beggar.

He wore a plain robe with patches all over it, and a small bottle and a gourd were attached to his side. The string at his waist had six knots.

He looked very dirty, but he didn’t smell bad. He was sitting at one end of the two rows of seats on either side of the table, but he had a relaxed air.

He was someone familiar to Jeong Yeon-shin.

The aftermath of the opening. I saw it in Myeonggongdo.

What does the successor of the Jeongpa, who is often lumped together with the old faction, do in Geumsimun?

The boy and girl sitting across from him, Dokryong and Dokbong, had gloomy expressions that were clearly different from theirs. They looked like they had come as guests, not prisoners.

At that moment, the eyes of Hougae and Jeongyeonshin, who had been spinning around at the sight of Geumsimunju’s face, met.

The beggar’s mouth formed an exclamation of “Wow.” It was not a pleasant experience for Jeong Yeon-sin, who was glancing at the Tang siblings without showing any pity.

From the time when the Neungbeop Gwangryungi was created in Sacheon Myeonggongdo until my maternal grandfather became a comrade of the Blood Flame Cult in the Tang Clan.

The aftermath of the opening made Jeong Yeon-shin feel uncomfortable with his strange temperament.

It was the same now.

“There is a person who is worthy of the title of Munju. Is he your new servant?”

“Get to the point.”

As soon as the old voice rang out, the dust in the room rippled like an earthquake. The old man sitting in front on the left side of Geumsimunju. The power in his voice was too heavy.

Among the two great guardian laws of Geumsimun, it was called the left guardian law.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought of Cheonrimdaeju. The temperament and weight of the internal energy were similar.

‘I wonder if Senior Ha-hoo had a fight with the author.’

It was when a blue light flashed across his eyes.

“We don’t know when the Lord of the Tang family will rise, but aren’t we in a position where we each need to deal with the dragons of the Sacheon lands urgently? If you release the dragon and phoenix’s double poison for a moment, we will be able to see the great harmony of the whole world, no less than the poisonous season.”

Yongbongssangdok was a nickname used to refer to the genius siblings of the Tang family. The left-wing law laughed at him.

“That beggar is using a ridiculous trick. The two children of the Tang family are so talented that we can’t send them. Why would we trust in Mancheonhwawoo and let them go outside? There must be more than one or two sects that covet the Divine Gongjeolhak along with those two.”

“ah.”

The dog laughed.

“It’s not about promoting the achievements of the Dragon and Phoenix Twins. It’s about using their relationship to their advantage.”

“Tell me in detail.”

“The Mancheonhwawoo of the Tang family’s Dokgun was certainly formidable. But wasn’t he a fallen man in the past? There is currently someone in the world who can display the Mancheonhwawoo even more powerful than him.”

“The King of Hwajungam… … ?”

The nickname of the Sachonseong of the island of Magwangikju was mentioned. The room filled with a dozen or so dragon masters became quiet. The corners of Hougae’s mouth went up a little more.

The eyes of the young Dokbong and Dokryong were also sharp.

But those who were bleeding could not raise their voices. Only the voice of the latter could be heard.

“There was a servant whom the late Taesanggaju of the Tang clan used very secretly. I heard him talk about the qualities of Yongbongsangdok, and if it was the Ma Gwang-ikju that I saw, it would never be able to ignore… … .”

Thud thud—

The sound of the sound stopped. It was just after the stones fell from the ceiling of the pavilion.

An overwhelming attraction arose.

Hwaaaaak! Kwagagagagak!

In an instant, all the dust in the room was sucked behind the seats, and the ceiling, which had been pulverized like dirt swept by a typhoon, began to open wide to the left and right.

Geumsimunju turned her head back.