Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 368

Tax expert (3)

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Jeong Yeon-shin was walking slowly, pulling the rusty handle of a creaking cart.

The Jeongpa warriors who had been following him from afar felt dizzy.

Because of the pressure that spread like a natural disaster beyond the main gate and the white walls, which were smoothly finished in copper color.

Phew!

The dust that had risen around the garden was being blown in all directions. The hazy dust billowed like smoke.

A sect that is hard to come by anywhere in the world. The absolute beings comparable to the leaders of the Great Wave sect were revealing their presence.

“Can I just let it go in like that?”

“Even if by some chance he really is the Magwangikju, isn’t he just disrupting the battle situation there… … .”

“But it would be a lot more helpful than us.”

Among the dozen or so people in the crowd, some of the later index members spoke to each other with worried expressions on their faces.

The faces of the Cheongseongpa and Amipa masters became even more serious.

Even among the later indices, the Geumjangsinnyeo and Jeokunryong, who were born with extremely sensitive senses, as well as the elders of the Samun, Cheong Eun Dojang and Jamisinni, had long since lost the detached expressions they always had.

Cheongun Dojo slowly opened his mouth. He looked at the back of the young man in black robe who had already crossed the threshold.

“Shinni.”

“hmm.”

“There are two thirteen heavenly hosts.”

“I feel it.”

The middle-aged nun nods.

Unlike his calm demeanor, his eyes were heavy. The place that the young man who called himself Ma Gwang-ik-ju entered was already a place on the list of names. There was no separate Bokmajeon.

A powerful aerodynamic force that would only be used on a battlefield.

A magical energy that brings goosebumps down a person’s spine.

The unique aerodynamic waves of the Sipjeonmun and Sunmaryeon were very densely overflowing.

It seemed that the absolute rulers of each great sect had personally arrived, leading their disciples.

Cheongseong and Ami are old sects. They know well how powerful and ruthless the two nearby Sima Weidao are.

The power manifested in the Golden Dangmun Gate is close to an irresistible landslide.

“If the elders of the main mountain do not come down… … .”

Cheong Eun-do’s words trailed off. The ceaseless, swaying wind was pushing his beard back into his neck.

His story was realistically impossible to realize.

After Jeokha Sword Master, who was originally the leader of the Cheongseongpa, was defeated and killed by the leader of the Paegeomjongju, Jeokha Sword Master’s disciple took over the new Jangmunryeongbu.

He was busy rectifying the chaotic order of the Buddhist sect, protecting the secular sects, and cultivating talents who could unify the Cheongun Sword Technique and Jeokha Sword Technique.

The future of the sect is prioritized over revenge. If something unfortunate happens while clashing with the Thirteen Heavenly Lords, it means losing two of the sect leaders in one generation.

Considering the status of the Cheongseongpa leader, this is something that should never happen.

Because it will have a direct and significant impact on the power structure of the martial arts world. Rather, it has a greater chance of triggering chaos than if it were to remain still.

―Is the Buddha still in Yonganbu?

When Cheong Eun-do asked about the well-being of the Amipa leader through a telegram, Jamishinni nodded silently once again.

The head of the Ami sect, who had the nickname “Thundercry Buddha,” left the main temple two weeks ago.

This was because I was invited by the commander of the Sacheon Province military.

It was said to be a secret invitation. However, it was easy to guess the content. Sacheon is a rugged and isolated basin.

It was difficult to receive news from outside in a timely manner, and it was difficult to simply wait for help from Ip Hwang Seong in these troubled times. So it seemed that they were planning to have the Ami faction, which had many secular sects, take the place of the Ip Hwang Seong Shingum Dan.

It wasn’t something that would help Sacheondangmun right away.

Jeez! Kwaaaaang!

The constant crash of the waves and the crackling of weapons breaking were so loud that they stood out like thunder in the silent city.

The surrounding commoners were hiding. What was happening in Dangga now was a fierce battle that would be talked about throughout the martial arts world for a long time.

Cheong Eun Dojo thought so as a mid-level master of the old school.

“I can feel the spirit of the four brothers in the main text.”

The tall, young Taoist priest spoke urgently.

He was the Red Cloud Dragon of the Cheongseongpa. Cheong was the head of the dojo and also the disciple of the former leader of the noble family.

It means a swordsman who will become the pillar of the sect in the future.

“Wait a minute. If you go in hastily, you might get caught up in the party’s internal affairs. I’ll go.”

Cheong said, “The seal was on the inside of the manor, and while I was having a brief conversation with Jamishinni, I took a quick look around.”

In a Tang Dynasty where poison and poisonous substances were spread all over the land, it was imperative to do so in order to avoid causing harm to the friendly forces.

Rather, the problem is the young man in black robe who hastily crossed the threshold first. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, he shouldn’t have done that.

‘If I had been surprised by the Thirteen Heavenly Lords in the pouring rain, it wouldn’t have been strange if I had already become a ghost… … .’

I hope everything goes smoothly.

As he, holding the sword at his waist, stepped toward the main gate where Jeongyeonshin had disappeared, Red Cloud Dragon followed him.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I have to do something.”

“Oh, stop.”

“To Sojil, the young man who had just entered did not seem like a lunatic. His martial arts skills also seemed to be of great quality.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“He will somehow create a gap in the battle situation, so I will ensure the safety of the Dongmun Brothers and the Gangho Dongdo. It is possible with the help of Monk Geumjang.”

Jeokunryong glanced at the Amipa’s Jamishinni and Geumjangsinnyeo who were walking beside him and spoke.

Unlike the private study of Cheongseongpa, the two nuns headed towards the main gate of the temple as if it were a natural thing to do, without any conflict or words.

The hem of the robe, which was somewhat worn but still looked pretty, was fluttering.

It was the style of the old school.

The exchange between Cheongseong and Ami is not something that will happen tomorrow.

The Red Cloud Dragon and the Golden Magical Girl, who were the same age, knew each other’s martial arts skills inside out.

The passing of the training by geniuses with shining qualities often caused the elder monks who were in charge of teaching to sweat profusely.

He once thought of himself as being the closest to the top. Until one day, he met and was defeated by Peng Gainhu, the strongest of the young warriors of Hebei.

“I will avoid combat as much as possible. Your Majesty, please join hands with the young man who entered first.”

Red Cloud Dragon spoke in a low voice.

In the silence for a moment, only the loud noise of the battlefield rang out. Cheong Eun-do did not persuade Sa-jil any longer.

I just bowed my head inwardly to the head of the previous generation who had gone ahead, saying that I had no choice. Death penalty, aren’t you already grown up well?

‘Cheongunjeokha (clear cloud red haze). It is a spirit that is harder to obtain than the martial arts to take revenge on the sword master.’

Sabak.

The Tang family has finished grasping the situation. The people are scattered in a chaotic manner, the fragments of the organization are scattered, and the Sunmaryeonju and the Thirteen Heavenly Pearls are wielding absolute power.

I walk into it knowing the odds are extremely low.

The later incumbents of the Sacheon Murim Sega who were hesitating behind him were rather happy. If they followed along carelessly, they would only be a nuisance.

“Avoid the red sword.”

“I know. In a melee, the Cheongun Sword is better.”

“Let’s first bring out the collateral members of the Tang clan who have not learned martial arts. Next are the disciples of the main text.”

“yes.”

Cheong-eun Dojang, Jeokunryong, Jamisinni, and Geumjangsinnyeo.

Two pairs of feet kicked through the dirt and soon stepped onto the threshold of the house.

And I witnessed the scene unfolding in the hall.

“… … .”

Corpses piled in the vast front yard.

It is evident that the time of death is different for each person.

An old man whose lower body was melted by a volcanic eruption, a man with his eyes wide open and his abdomen completely blackened, and a boy lying face down convulsing violently.

“A ghost who has lost his hometown… …?”

Cheong-eun swallowed a small breath as she saw the boy.

A pure-hearted demon who has mastered the art of polarity and has committed evil deeds while still being childish. His internal acupuncture points have been completely destroyed.

There is a path made up of those who have died relatively recently, and Mang Hyang Mano was the first of them.

The gaze of the old group turned forward.

At the end of the road, an old cart was parked askew, and beyond it, a young man in black robes was seen meeting a middle-aged man in white armor.

It looked extremely precarious.

Not a single ripple of energy could be felt from the body of the young man wearing black robes.

He may have reached a state where he had achieved perfect counterattack and had deeply refined his power, but his opponent was an absolute being who could look down on even such inaction.

A man looking at Jeongyeonshin with interest.

He has a very large physique. One of his ears was cut off as if it had been cut by a sword, which gave him the aura of an undefeated general rather than an ugly appearance.

Hwaaaaak―

A terrifying wave of energy enveloped his entire body, carving dozens of concentric circles into the ground. It was as if he was surrounded by an invisible storm as armor.

On the other hand, his eyes looked kind at first glance. His pupils, like those of a bull, held a particularly dark light.

The corpses of Tang Dynasty warriors lying in a large circle were a testament to his worldly skills.

It’s a ten-pronged approach.

A peerless master who took the heads of over ten thousand northern tribesmen and returned home.

He is a great master who handles all 18 weapons like his own limbs, and even the veterans of Jeongjong martial arts are reluctant to fight a long battle with him.

There were even rumors that the same was true for the heads of the Cheongseongpa and Amipa factions.

“You call yourself the Magwangikju, but you brought in the old school’s Malko and the thugs.”

The ten-year-old expert spoke. His tone was as polite as his eyes.

It wasn’t a look of carelessness. Her deep eyes, like the abyss, were carefully examining Jeongyeonshin’s entire body.

‘You said he was a general in the military. He has the skills honed on the battlefield.’

Jeongyeonshin exhaled deeply and silently. The gaze of the ten-professional expert was like a sharp arrowhead. It felt like iron was skimming across her skin.

From the entrance of the Tang Dynasty to here, fifteen people were killed while pulling the cart.

I walked straight towards the Sipmunju while carelessly throwing away the Shihwamugeuksu and Naegajungsu methods with one hand.

Along the way, bones and flesh were shattered and blood spurted out.

No matter how you call them, they are essentially a group of bandits busy plundering the common people. It would have been right to start with the leader.

A battlefield filled with renowned masters.

It didn’t take long for the gazes of the experts in the room, who had seemed to be looking at a madman, to change.

The young man in black robes, who was leading a shabby cart and standing in front of the Ten Commandments, was a monster who could appear in a strange tale from the world of martial arts, and soon the battlefield reached a lull.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips, still locking eyes with the Sipmunju.

“scram.”

“hmm?”

“The family will hold a funeral in the next ten days.”

“What an interesting fellow. You came here to die.”

The corners of the mouth of the ten-year-old expert slightly rise. The way the lower part of his cheekbone slowly recedes is noble, like a warrior with feet in both civil and military fields.

“Your betrayal has angered the Lord Geumsimun greatly. It would be better for you to give me another order here.”

“fun?”

Jeong Yeon-shin did not respond to the words behind her words and instead asked back. The Sipmunju lowered his chin slightly with a faint smile.

“Yeah, aren’t your words and actions funny?”

“Aren’t you from the military? You’re talking about fun things like funerals… How did you memorize Confucius and Mencius and the Four Books and Five Classics?”

“… … .”

This is not a criticism. It is a question that a learned person like Iphwang Shinhyeop might have had.

“Your late parents probably didn’t teach you that.”

Jeongyeon Shin asked out of genuine curiosity.

He created Jeonggadonggong to honor the mother he had never met and to ensure that her blood would not be wasted, but why do the martial artists smear their own parents’ faces?

The room became quiet.

It was a moment when the Ten Commandments were silent.

“The words of a man who pretends to be the King of Hwajungam are so presumptuous!”

A furious shout erupted, accompanied by a clanking sound.

It was Jeongyeonshin’s side.

A middle-aged warrior wearing thick armor came rushing forward, trampling the ground.

“The author is Myeongju Hui-seong!”

From the far gate, the Red Cloud Dragon of the Cheongseongpa shouted loudly.

It revealed the opponent’s identity. The first move meant that it had to be avoided.

Jeong Chu-gon (鄭秋坤), the Mingjuhwiseong. Although the Sipjeonmun lost many of its best players to the Hwajungamwang Seomye, he is a strong player who has taken on the new vanguard under the teachings of the Sipjeonmunju.

He killed many disciples of the Tang sect and the Gupa sect without even leaving their bodies behind.

thud!

The ground splits apart at an incredible speed. It is a light technique that gives off an extremely heavy feeling. It was the temperament of the ten-professional martial artist who had culminated the military’s divine techniques in a tyrannical manner.

The light and sunlight flashing from his silver armor were like a comet.

Cheongsim Cheongong (忠心綴天功).

It turns the opponent into a piece of meat the moment it collides. It is said to be incredibly useful in group battles such as a wave defense battle.

They charge forward in a long formation, but no sect can take them head-on because their power is comparable to that of a fireball.

‘Wheesung?’

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the ten-character book, inwardly repeating the ending of the guy’s nickname.

The air current in the forearm area was rippling slightly, as if it would burst out the moment he moved even a little.

Rather than worrying about the honor of the martial arts world, I thought about preserving the power of the school.

Jeongyeonshin remained silent.

He didn’t move. The sound of the ground splitting apart grew closer and closer, until the man named Myeongju Hwiseong, with a face distorted like a vicious demon, charged at him.

Phew! Phew!

It was the sound of flesh bursting.

A large amount of blood spurted out from between the shattered armor and the torn muscles.

Among the remains of the Mingjuhwiseong, which had exploded without a trace due to the recoil that had shattered even the ground into a circle, Jeongyeonshin, now clad in a pale starlight, was standing there blankly.

The carriage was covered.

The blood drops that poured and scattered fell without soaking into the pitch-black robe.