Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 351

May-Dongju (7)

Temperament, speech, eye contact.

Jeongyeon Shin was good at reading other people’s true feelings since she was young.

There were quite a few things that required advance notice.

Just like when his eldest brother called him over to play with the village children one day, instead of children, a crudely written sign saying, “The bastard who ate his mother” was stuck on the agreed-upon vacant lot.

What about now that the Baihui point on the head is extremely open?

The mind of the absolute ruler of the world, who is said to be close to a spirit, flows in. Even if it is just a fragment of that mind.

‘You don’t see me as a human being.’

At that moment, I felt extreme emptiness in the eyes of Geumsimunju.

A temperament that does not recognize the existence of equals. It seems that he regards Jeongyeonshin as a precious object rather than a person.

A new recruit who will be the key to slaying the dragon. A net beautifully created by the heavens.

The question of marriage would have been merely a question of whether there was a suitable match for her purpose.

A sword that should be held and swung when needed should not be sheathed. The strange words and actions of Geumsimunju contained an unpredictable life.

Jeongyeonshin looked at her silently and then moved her lips away.

“Let go.”

He completely quelled the power of the Mancheonhwawoo contained in his palm. It was a secret technique that could not be used anyway because it was blocked by the Golden Gate Master’s hand.

Ku-Kung-

All sorts of wooden shards and tile fragments were scattered around the room, making a loud noise, but he paid no attention to his surroundings. Instead, he concentrated on the sensation of the gap between his hands.

The energy of Chicheon Yongsalgong that surrounds the arms of Geumsimunju.

It was as if an invisible lightning bolt was constantly stimulating the light wheel hidden deep within the veins with an overwhelming repulsive force. It was accompanied by a recoil that made the atmosphere tingle.

If she were to make a firm decision here and come out properly, she would have to give up one hand. Just like Sim Mu-ryeon-ju, who had her arm torn off by her maternal grandfather, Ma Yeon-jeok.

‘It’s just as the rumors say. It’s the power to destroy mystical energy.’

Just as the magical power of the Gwangryungi exerts a somewhat opposing effect on not only the four arts and magic arts, but also the evil arts, the Chicheon Yongsalgong had the secret of destroying the auspicious energies of the entire world.

It meant that we shouldn’t confront each other with insufficient analysis.

His main martial arts are Shihwamugeuksu and Geomryeoseomryungsik, both of which are specialized in using the Gwangryungi.

You shouldn’t contain any other kind of energy. A peerless master is not someone who can be approached with such tricks.

‘If we block the access of energy itself… … .’

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin thought of Murong Gaju’s Heavenly Horse Armor.

“There was no reason for me to come as a spy.”

Geumsimunju, who had put her hand down, spoke dryly. As if she had been familiar with Mancheonhwawoo so much, she felt that she had wasted her time.

That was his attitude from the moment we made eye contact. There is no such thing as a strong man who gets angry at a weapon.

She never showed any hostility at all. She was the leader of a strange sect.

“What’s your name?”

Geumsimunju asked.

She was small. Her slightly upturned hair barely reached Jeongyeonshin’s chest. However, the way she looked up at him was far from slender.

Transcendent. Peerless. A master. Dressed in a luxurious red-gold robe like a phoenix’s feathers, his personality that simply enforced silence on those around him stood out.

“Tang Man-yeon (Smoke of Tang and Manchuria).”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered.

He decided to pretend to be a new master of the Tang dynasty.

It was because he had an appearance that was far removed from the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju, and he inherited the divine skills of Jin Myeong-jo, the Blood-blooded Master, and did not show any of the energy of the Gwangryungi.

Even if someone were to think of Magwangikju’s island and suspect him, it would be okay. This was after seeing through Geumsimunju’s indifferent nature.

‘It won’t take long.’

The owner of Mancheonhwawoo decided to do tightrope walking until he met his seniors.

* * *

A newcomer of unknown identity.

The Heavenly Net that was supposed to block the dragon’s movements appeared in human form. It was bound to become a hot topic right away.

All kinds of people talked freely in the main hall, on the wall, and on the street.

Even after three days had passed since the incident, the excitement had not died down. This was because there were so many people coming and going.

“The Friendship Act is causing trouble?”

“That’s good. The precious elixir won’t be wasted on the poisonous army.”

“That guy named Dang Man-yeon, how strong was he?”

“Go to Geumsijeon and see what kind of harmony that guy has created with Mancheonhwawoo.”

“That’s why the political bastards are so noisy. Whether it’s the deceased from the previous generation or the development of the medical community, something keeps coming out.”

“They say that your looks are more extraordinary than your martial arts skills.”

“I heard the Lord Moon has you nearby? I’d like to see you sometime.”

“Arthur. They say that the law of friendship is glaring at Munjujeon.”

The powerful forces between the two countries.

The Golden Gate is a sect of madmen obsessed with dragon killing. Their personalities are different from those of the demons who have mastered magic.

Each of them took up martial arts to kill the spirits, with all sorts of strange stories, goals, and grand ambitions.

No one asked about Jeongyeonshin’s origins. No one even considered his intentions.

All he did was give him the front room where Geumsimunju lived and keep a close watch to prevent him from moving around rashly.

Except for one person, that was the case.

The right to use the right of the Yongryongsin God. A person called Wanyang, who always acts as an attendant and deceives guests.

“Is this really our first meeting?”

“…yes.”

“That’s what I said.”

It was an empty lot next to Munjujeon.

The short twin siblings of the Tang family took Wan Yang’s interrogation lightly, with their arms linked.

At that moment, even as the thrilling waves unique to the Geumsimun Friendship Law were tearing and crushing the stones strewn about the ground, the boy and girl in green silk clothes did not bother to make eye contact with Wanyang.

They were born noble. They were direct descendants of the most powerful clan in Sacheon. They did not surrender their body and mind just because their family was in decline.

“There was a Jeon-in of the poisonous army that created Mancheonhwawoo without you knowing? Does that make sense?”

“We never knew anything. That Grandfather Taesanggaju had joined hands with the Blood Flame Cult Leader, or that Geumsimun was so crazy that he would do things that even the Ming Cult wouldn’t do.”

Dokbong threw a piece of rock up and caught it as he spoke. Dokryong, who was sitting down next to him, snickered.

Wan Yang’s eyebrows twitched.

“Shut up.”

Crispy-

The stone fragments that had been being teased by Dokbong’s grasp crumbled in midair.

Injuring a person with intention. A state where the best practitioners of the supreme Samhwachujeong technique can injure people with their internal energy without any warning.

Even to those who belong to the Daemun sect, it would seem like an incomprehensible skill.

Only then did a faint tension appear on the siblings’ faces.

“That Mancheonhwawoo, the island of Iphwangseong, didn’t you come here to Sejak by using a strange harmony? There is no one here who doesn’t know the disgrace of the Tang family.

Didn’t you take Ma Gwang-ik as your family’s teacher? If you don’t tell the truth, you will be punished.”

Wan Yang spoke in a low voice. Dok Bong forced the corners of his lips to rise.

“There is a limit to spitting in your own face.”

“what?”

“Isn’t Your Majesty the King well-versed in the art of drinking and martial arts? The only person who can recognize the face of a person is this damned King, King Shimun. Who would fool you and come in here and pretend to be someone who doesn’t exist?”

“We are the ones who are really curious.”

The poisonous dragon added his words as if he was casually throwing them out.

There is no one in the world who will readily accept a true story. Those who are faced with a sharp attack will usually draw their swords rather than continue the story.

It was the same in Wanyangdo.

As a master of the martial arts, he released a translucent energy outside his body. For a moment, the air was ablaze as if an invisible fire was burning.

“You will only tell the truth after experiencing hardship. After all, the dragon is more interested in your energy than your pitiful bones and flesh.”

“Friendship Law, stop. We are about to take action. There is no reason to create an ominous omen when we can’t even hope for good omens.”

The old man with the long sword on his back spoke. It was the Left Guardian Sword, the Iron God Sword.

It wasn’t just Wanyang and Yongbong twin towers that were located in the wide open space next to Munjujeon.

There were about three hundred people gathered, including veterans who were close to the majority of the Geumsimun’s power, young warriors, and masters of ten specialties, each wearing armor and carrying eighteen different types of weapons.

At the bottom of the empty space where they had stepped, stakes and boulders placed in all directions, as well as difficult-to-read ancient writing, formed a giant circle in one formation.

The magic of human sacrifice.

It was a true story that opened up the world where the dragon was hiding.

With the masters of the Golden Martial Arts and the Ten Martial Arts classes filling the edges of the formation, dozens of Naega masters, including the Dangga siblings, were surrounded by the two groups of thirteen thousand, and were positioned in the center of the formation.

They could not fight back. They were already thoroughly slaughtered and could not raise their air power.

Soon, Wan Yang, who had relaxedly lowered both shoulders, gained momentum.

“Right. Even if he’s the Demon King, what good would that do? He’s already in danger.”

“With this level of power, I think we can attack Iphwangseong rather than Jiaolong.”

One of the Golden Sword Masters threw a joke. The cold gazes of the Tang siblings swept over her.

“Haven’t you heard the rumor? That King Hwajungam beheaded the head of the Zhuge family.”

The poisonous dragon said.

“It’s probably just a rumor. It’s a long way from here to the mountains. If rumors are like a snowball, then the truth is probably just a pebble hidden inside. It’s not something that happened nearby.”

“Because he’s still young, he just believes the rumors about the world of martial arts.”

When the master of Geumsimun cleverly answered, laughter erupted here and there.

Dragon hunting.

It was a time when they were preparing for an unprecedented event. They each relieved their tension by meditating in their seats or exchanging farm talk.

“Leave him alone. At least that’s what the author of the U-Ho Law should believe. He was completely outdone by the new man named Dang Man-Yeon. In terms of martial arts and appearance.”

Dokbong tapped Dokryong on the shoulder.

Swish―

The master’s fury was silent. Woohobeop Wanyang, with an indifferent expression, extended both hands toward the siblings.

A faint haze was rippling at the tips of his fingers. It was the aftereffect of extremely condensed stamina.

His two arms advanced forward as if they were going to tear through the space, until suddenly both of his hands were grabbed in turn by a large hand wearing a white robe.

chin.

“How dare you… … !”

Wan Yang was about to swear, but he closed his mouth instead.

The one who blocked the emergence of the most powerful Dharma Guardian in the Golden Gate. A middle-aged man wearing pure white armor gave him a faint smile.

“Stop it. You are harming the great cause.”

thud-

The suppressed shockwave from their hands shot out into the air. The ground shook violently for a moment, but it had no effect on the magic circle.

The reason was that the flow of internal energy, which had reached its peak of skill, forcibly took away the power held in Wan Yang’s grasp and spread it into the sky.

The middle-aged man who had shown skills that were beyond human limits did not emit any energy. Even though he had suppressed the two great guardians of the Golden Shimun with only martial arts,

He was a master of ten.

The master of the thirteen thousand ten thousand questions.

A peerless master who was born in the northern general area and returned to his hometown to found his own school.

A person who counterattacked despite being suddenly attacked by the Blood Flame Cult Leader, and made it possible for the Paehyeop to unite with the Blood Flame Cult Leader.

‘They said it was ruined… … .’

Wanyang swallowed his saliva.

The ten-man warrior’s large physique overwhelmed Wan Yang. One of his ears was cut off as if it had been cut by a sword, but rather than being ugly, he gave off the aura of an undefeated general.

It had a fearsome presence carved into the air without revealing its power.

On the other hand, the eyes were kind. The pupils, like those of a bull, had a strangely eerie light.

Wan Yang stepped back with his mouth shut, and the Tang family’s siblings, maintaining their usual arrogant demeanor, glanced at Jin Shimunju’s residence.

“… … .”

They waited for Geumsimunju in silence.

And after a while, a woman in a red-golden robe came out accompanied by a young man of peerless beauty. They were Geumsimunju and Jeongyeonshin.

“Let’s get started.”

As soon as the front of her shoes touched the edge of the magic circle, thunder roared from beneath the ground.

The pattern of Jinsik began to rotate slowly with the sound of dirt crunching.

It was the height of mystery.

Entering a completely different world.

But rather than feeling excited, Jeongyeonshin asked again what she had confirmed over the past few days.

“Is it true that those who are offered as offerings do not lose their lives?”

“okay.”

―Just before falling into the dragon’s jaws.

The dry voice of Geumsimunju and the sound of Socheonmujeok rang out at the same time.

That was the end of Geumsimunju’s answer.

On the other hand, the words of the leader of the Myunggyo sect continued one more time.

-Can you do it? Even though it was done at the main branch of the Blood Flame Cult… … .

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

The words of the invincible Socheon who is far away are of no importance. More importantly, after this formation is deployed, if I don’t see any of the seniors who are alive there,

‘My self-defense weapon is more powerful than the Heavenly Horse Armor… … .’

He tried to swallow his thoughts and glanced at Geumsimunju, who was standing in the formation. She was a strange person.

For three days, he did not speak to Jeong Yeon-sin at all and only shared meals. He was completely regarded as an eye-catcher and a weapon. Geumsimunju was not wary of Jeong Yeon-sin at all.

Three things caught me off guard.

A transformation that strikes you with surprise, a divine blood demon whose very existence is a treasure of the Imperial City, and the martial arts skills of the Golden Demon Lord who is nearly invincible in this land.

―The East of the West River, the glory of the hidden sound, the example below is forbidden… … .

Geumsimunju’s voice rang out like a song, clear and beautiful.

The magic spell that was uttered with the Six Combatant’s power. The speed at which the patterns of the True Form rotated in place gradually increased. The Ten Commandments Master stood by her side to protect her.

Jeongyeonshin closed her eyes.

I thought of the Holy Spirit. I thought of the secrets of the Heart Sword that had been passed down through her whispers.

At the same time, his consciousness caught and grabbed hold of all the waves of the Golden Light that were spreading in all directions at that moment.

Woohoo!

A sunlight-like light flickered from the Baihui point in his head.

He interpreted all the secrets and ideas contained in the magic formula and absorbed them into his head.

Where to break the energy, where to fix the internal energy to obtain what effect, and with what intention to move the energy to achieve the intended result.

My consciousness raced like lightning.

He didn’t bother to figure out what he couldn’t understand. There was only one thing he had to do.

In this place, it was enough to choose the people who would accompany the formation of the dragon. There was no need to understand the entire formation.

The upper chamber was on fire. The quality of living one day as ten years swept through the vast expanse of magic circle.

Turning hundreds of years of Golden Age into nothing but ashes.

Beep-

At the same time above their heads.

A white swallow flew in from the sky far above, then hovered in place.

A single scroll roughly tied to her slender legs fluttered, blocking out the sun.