Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 367

Tax expert (2)

The hems of silk draped across the grass. A sound that stood out in the silence.

The later index members doubted their ears while examining the traces of the old school’s martial arts.

Those who had been glaring at Ho Jeong-o as if they were going to kill him also turned their heads.

“Is this the Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik Ju…?”

“I saw Seomye at the Han-Jung Martial Arts Federation, but his body was different from yours.”

“I was much younger.”

“There is no one to whom I can tell lies, so to the two deceased, Cheongseong and Ami… … .”

A group of later index members who hang out with the old school’s masters.

A dozen or so people all learned and mastered Naegigong properly.

It means that he has accumulated a stable sense of learning. He is incomparable to the ronin who do not even have a proper Buddhist scripture.

They did not lose their spirit even when they devoted their energies to other things. They had the skills to do so and had gone through the chaos that always had to happen.

Naturally, he was observing the black robed young man’s every move with his senses.

There is no choice but for a feeling of discomfort to prevail.

The two elders of the old faction should not enter the lower ranks. It would be damaging to the reputation of those who have placed Jamishinni and Cheong in the leadership of the group.

“Please be patient with me. This prayer is not ordinary, so it should not be taken as empty words.”

“I agree.”

Those who will lead the old faction in the future.

The Golden Staff Goddess of the Amipa and the Red Cloud Dragon of the Cheongseongpa did not react angrily to the words and actions of the young man in black robe.

After stopping the group with words, he looked at Jeongyeonshin from behind the elders with a calm and serene expression.

“Are you a magician?”

Cheong Eun Dojang, who had his back to the Red Cloud Dragon, repeated Jeong Yeon-shin’s words. His eyes were filled with a puzzled expression.

“Can you take responsibility for those words?”

Cheong said the seal.

He had previously felt a faint but powerful energy wave when Jeongyeonshin used her divine power. He could not help but be cautious in his words and actions.

“Why?”

Jeongyeonshin’s head tilted slightly to the side. He thought. Is there really a need to talk at length? We’re not going to be together.

As if noticing the situation, the middle-aged nun who had been ignorantly beating those rolling on the ground with an iron bar opened her mouth with her hands clasped together.

“It’s a fateful relationship. Even if we just brush sleeves while walking down the street, it’s considered fate. But it seems like our donor doesn’t have much business with us.”

“The sleeve didn’t even brush against it.”

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin responded without thinking.

“The Tang family’s Dragon and Phoenix Twin Poisons…? What the heck!”

“There’s no life! He’s already passed away… … !”

There was a commotion behind them. The Sacheonseong late-stage indices were being led around like nannies by the old-school figures.

From a distance, Jeong Yeon-shin recognized the Dangga siblings. Some even said that they had learned the eye method and were alive.

“Then that’s right! Where did you get the unmanned appearance of the Emperor’s castle!”

“It could really be the Magic Sword. It’s not something that happens in just one or two days when the royal sword cuts off the neck of a martial artist.”

The sound of footsteps echoed. The movement was extremely fast, and it seemed as if they were trying to take away the body of Yongbongssangdok with light air.

Jeongyeonshin thought. This can’t be happening.

It seems that the world is in turmoil, and these people who would be defeated even by a monkey’s chopsticks would not be able to deliver the bodies of Yongbongssangdok to the Tang family intact.

“Stop.”

He said without looking back.

The replies from the later indices came back immediately.

“I don’t know what right you have to say such things, but even if what you just said were true, you can’t do such things.”

“You want me to entrust the direct lineage of Palga to a military man from Iphwangseong?”

“You should be questioned first. You might have hurt them here.”

These people are running towards the Dangga siblings with long, brisk strides.

Jamishinni and Cheong Eun Dojang, who had truly sensed Jeong Yeon-shin’s inaction, simply stood in their place and watched him warily.

The golden goddess and the red cloud dragon, who were praised throughout the later period, showed an awkward look on their faces as they were caught on either side of the later lords and the two generals.

That was when.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t say anything.

I just took a step forward with an indifferent expression.

The slow movement, as if he had expected it, was like taking a walk. Could it be a hallucination? It seemed as if the soft starlight was shining on the tips of his feet.

Behind the light was an afterimage. In an instant, Jeongyeonshin’s new form became blurred and distorted. At the same time, the bushes that had been leaning toward him all turned their heads in the opposite direction.

Hwaaaaak!

The eyes of the four people on the old side widened.

The sound of air being gently pushed away brushes my ears, and I realize that Jeongyeonshin’s new form has passed me by before that.

It was a master. And it wasn’t an ordinary master. Red Cloud Dragon quickly turned its head away. However, the dull noise rang out faster than the speed at which its gaze moved.

The appearance of the later index members reaching out to the bodies of the Dangga siblings.

The sight of the three bodies at the front losing their balance and falling slowly comes into view.

And the young man in black robe passes by them, scattering a soft halo of light.

Along with the movement that was segmented and broken here and there like a constellation, a faint white light was radiating out from Jeongyeonshin’s fingertips like an illusion.

‘When did that happen?!’

It was a miracle.

It’s a whole other level of realm, moving through space with fleeting dance moves.

The light wave that arose from his hand swept through the air, scattering a star-like light, and as if something incredible had happened, all of the later indexes that had surrounded the siblings were thrown in all directions.

Immediately after that dull sound, silence spread.

Red Cloud Dragon didn’t even see what form the young man’s rise took.

The seemingly simple movements and techniques were strangely not engraved in my mind.

He immediately realized why.

‘Crazy, primitive vision… …!’

The number of mysteries contained in the tour was enormous.

Even the movement of a single muscle and the fragments of internal energy flying through the air like sparks moved with some kind of intention. Even though it was only a fleeting moment.

The red cloud dragon glanced to the side.

A golden-haired maiden appeared with her lips slightly parted.

Her qualities are no less than Red Cloud Dragon’s. She must have experienced the same sense of dizziness that he felt at that moment.

‘At that age, that martial artist. After Peng Gainhu? No, even he would be difficult to approach. There is no one else besides the minor sect leader of the Myunggyo… ‘

The swordsman of Jeomchang, the golden priestess of Ami, and the red cloud dragon of Cheongseong.

The three had already become friends since childhood, and were all considered to be the next wave of talent in the nearby martial arts world, but they ran into a wall.

When Sogeom-hu met Iphwangseong Seomye, Geumjangsinnyeo and Jeokunryong were at this moment.

It was when the gazes of the two old friends had become heavy.

Swish.

Jeongyeonshin slowly turned his body. Immediately afterwards, the light waves of the light wheel that had been hovering over his hands disappeared without a trace.

“This is a divine sword created by Yongbong Ssangdok.”

He slowly placed his hand on the silver sword at his waist.

“Do not disturb. My gratitude comes first.”

The eyes of the old guard, including the late-comers who had not fainted, were briefly focused on the hilt of the new sword. Jeong Yeon-shin paid no attention to it and continued speaking.

“Where is this place?”

“… It’s Deokyang’s Chodam-ro.”

Jamishini, who had been staring blankly at him, suddenly answered.

The thought of the golden priestess (a female adult of the same generation as the master). Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the iron bar she was holding, shaking his head but also thinking that it was fortunate.

If it’s Deokyang, it’s not far from Dangga.

I think there’s a fairly large town down the road. If you go down there, you should be able to buy a coffin and a cart to carry the body.

I can’t keep carrying my brother and sister’s bodies around. It’s not respectful to the dead nobles.

“To the party gate… …?”

Cheong asked the seal.

Jeong Yeon-shin nodded roughly and carefully lifted the siblings up and placed them on her sides.

The surrounding reviewers looked at the scene blankly.

Damn it.

As he turned around and started to walk away, a pale sunset glow settled on the rough shoulder.

The golden priestess and the red cloud dragon, who had been watching Jeongyeonshin’s back from afar, opened their mouths.

“Follow me.”

“Shouldn’t we check?”

The middle-aged elders felt a mixture of anger and passion in the two men’s voices.

The pride that a person of the same age has toward their peers. Jamishinni and Cheong nodded silently.

They are the heads of the four schools of Buddhism.

Even if the four evildoers harbor an absurd sense of superiority, we cannot criticize them.

I had to stop by Dangga at least once anyway. Something big was going on.

* * *

A manor with high walls stretching endlessly to the left and right.

As the sunlight poured through the wall-like surface, symbolizing the rare power and wealth in the land of Sacheon, a loud noise like a wall bomb exploding continued to ring out.

The ground turned upside down with a dull sound and rose high into the air.

Tangmun.

The treasure trove of the Sacheon Jeilho clan had long been turned into a battleground due to the Battle of Bangpa.

“It’s empty over there!”

“Prepare for poison! Don’t just focus on the method of repentance, but also focus on self-defense!”

“The side is breached! Block it!”

There were countless drones flying in all directions. New models that were too numerous to count with one eye kept crashing and falling.

In the meantime, the occasional strong crash of waves created a heavy ripple, and shards of shattered roof tiles rained down from beneath them.

The Tang Gate is built against a very high cliff.

So Il-soo, the white warrior of the Iphwangseong Sacheon branch, was sweating profusely, clinging to one side of a cliff with a clear view of Jangwon like a spider.

I had practiced the Wall Tiger technique without any problems even if I stayed like this for a day and a half, but when I looked at the scale of the battlefield spread out before my eyes, it felt like my soul was running away.

The momentum rising like a blade. The aftermath of the footsteps gently pressing down on the skin and rising.

You can also see extremely powerful drones moving through the field at incredible speeds that make their bodies appear blurry.

Soilsu swallowed hard. Sweat formed on the palms of his hands that were connected to Jinki and the wall.

‘Sipjeonmun, Sunmaryeon, Yeoryeong, and even the mountain sects that surrendered to them… This is crazy. The branch manager should have come in person… …!’

Although all sorts of skirmishes have been occurring sporadically throughout the world of martial arts in recent times, it was a different matter for one of the Eight Great Families to be attacked on such a large scale.

It is not something that can be seen only as a fight between martial artists. It is a matter of the Tang family and not of any other place.

Among the eight families, the Sacheon Dangga had a rare good relationship with the Iphwangseong clan, and the reason for this was that they were responsible for maintaining the peace and order of the Sacheon River.

A large faction that has great power but does not engage in exploitation and cooperates appropriately with the Ip Hwang Seong.

Among the Gangho Mumun clans, there are very few places like Dangmun. Especially if we limit it to Sacheon.

For Ip Hwang-seong, who was always short on supplies, it was a place like a sweet dew.

It should never have collapsed, but it seemed like it would be wiped out in the near future. That was how it looked to So Il-soo.

“Come in! You may come in!”

“The smoke was inhaled by all the dead guys over there! There’s no need to go on a wild goose chase!”

The main gate of the Tang family.

Those who come in stepping over the corpses strewn about with pale faces.

The Nine Poison Formation, which turns the entrance to the Tang sect into the underworld, has long since turned the warriors of the Ten Poison Sects into spirits and ended their lives.

The same was true of the path leading to the wide front yard like a training ground.

Even though the formation consisting of bundles of poisoned needles, the Amryonggugujin (喑龍求懼陣), was launched from underground and impaled dozens of people, Sima Weidao’s warriors stepped on the corpses as if they were shields and marched through the Tang gate as if it were their own home.

The highlight was something else.

[Even though we have a relationship of three years, is the owner of the family still protecting his position?]

An old man with a white beard fluttering like a god.

He doesn’t even glance at the surrounding Tang Dynasty soldiers, wearing a dark green robe that sparkles with poison, and just stands there, snapping his fingers every now and then.

Every time that happened, black smoke would rise into the air. It was a gust of wind.

The Ghost King Spirit (鬼王靈) would burn away the green fog created by the Tang family’s poisonous spirit and disappear, and occasionally, the bodies of Tang family warriors caught in the blow would burst apart.

A state where one can freely wield boundless power. It was a sight beyond the realm of humanity.

It’s a new pure brewery.

The former master of the Pure Marian sect who met his death after a fierce battle with the leader of the Myunggyo sect.

Originally, he was a senior lord who had withdrawn from the front lines due to the side effects of his magic, but upon hearing the news of his disciple’s death, rumors spread that he had reached the state of exorcism.

‘The old monster doesn’t even die. Even the author is a disaster to humanity… … .’

Soilsu rolled his eyes cautiously. There was another target of special attention below.

A man wearing thin white armor.

Just like the new Sunmaryeonju, he was surrounded by Tangga’s unmanned personnel, and at first glance, he did not appear to have learned any martial arts.

The prayer was calm. Even though he was a peerless master who had mastered the most weapons in the world.

‘Ten Commandments… …!’

Left sword, right sword. With the sword in his left hand, he stabbed the air, and with each swing of his right long sword, the air shook passionately.

The force of the weapon’s creation was powerful enough to cause an earthquake in space.

Eventually, the Heavenly Thunder and Rain Formation (天雷暴雨陣) was so powerful that it tore apart the bodies of dozens of Tang Dynasty warriors who had been covered in blue lightning all over their bodies.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwang!

The monks of the Cheongseongpa and the Amipa retreated. It was a moment of upheaval in the front line that had been holding out for several days with the support of the two old factions.

‘The Tang family won’t be destroyed right away.’

Soilsu thought.

For some reason, Sima Weidao of Sichuan was constantly strangling the Tang family.

As if waiting for something. If not, the Tang clan would have been destroyed long ago.

‘But I have to report it right away. How many temples have been destroyed…?’

chin.

He leaned against the cliff face, trying not to make a sound.

“What are you?”

“Huh… …!”

In that moment, Soilsu’s breath stopped. His body froze in the same position as the wall-crawler who had been stuck to the wall like a spider.

A cool feeling spread down the back of my neck. I could barely move my eyes.

An old man standing with his feet on the empty space behind him.

His white beard was neatly trimmed down to his forehead. Pure black sparks continuously flew across his navy blue robe with a gorgeous landscape painting on it.

That appearance matched the atmosphere of the old man with his white smile.

“A rather neatly polished prayer, but such absurd spying… Are you a spy from the Imperial Palace?”

The old Sunmaryeonju asked slowly. In his pitch-black eyes, a gleam like the flames of the abyss was burning, and it seemed as if he was not trying to hide his energy.

Soilsu couldn’t answer.

I just shivered as if the cold sweat on the back of my neck was an ice rink. The presence touching my skin was tremendous.

An opponent who cannot be defeated. That is why he is a peerless expert.

So Il-su inwardly cursed Jang Il-do, the head of the Iphwangseong branch, without stopping.

No matter how many shocking incidents there were, did you really have to send me to a place like this?

The old monk smiles.

The low, hushed voice sounds like the Hell of the Underworld.

That was when.

Squeak-

The sound of small wheels rolling was unusually clear.

Towards the main gate of the distant Tang family.

A young man wearing an old-fashioned black robe slowly passed the threshold, pulling a very shabby cart behind him.