Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 37

The old monk’s favor

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly drank the alcohol. As she drank the Brain Pearl and used her Jeong Ga-dong pupil, something strange happened.

The new energy was slowly rising before the break. I observed my body. There was no change in the Baekhoe point of the Jeongsu-ri.

‘That’s why.’

We must stay away from fleeting hopes.

This was the reason why Jeong Yeon-shin was not moved by the kindness of Ip Hwang-seong-ju.

I didn’t expect much, but I felt like my whole body was losing some of its strength.

In times like these, the function of the interruption battle was not very useful. Even after experiencing good things, my mood was depressed.

Ip Hwang Seong Ju came into view with a strange smile on her face, and it was the first time I had seen her look so hateful.

Jeongyeon Shin looked around and put her hands together.

“I would like to thank all the heroes who observed the custom.”

There was a picturesque aspect to the humble manners of the boy who displayed his spirit.

One by one, a smile began to appear on their faces. People began to say something.

“Were you of the Iphwangma family’s bloodline?”

“As expected, the spirit of a noble family does not abandon its descendants.”

“You want to stand alone without relying on your family? Isn’t that the attitude of a great monk?”

“I will start a family someday.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who took the example once again, came down from the stage.

He passed by his maternal grandfather, Mayeonjeok, whose eyes were trembling, and stopped at Masain’s feet.

I had to look down because the guy was on one knee.

Masain’s face was filled with emptiness. His thick eyebrows were drooping, creating a blank expression.

Jeong Yeon-shin seemed to be able to understand his feelings a little. The guy who had thrown away his pride first would have completely surrendered to him.

‘Because otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to discuss succession.’

It was a decision that would determine the rest of Masain’s life, but Jeong Yeon-shin threw it away in a glass of alcohol.

He spoke of the martial arts world while drinking the brain jewel he had obtained himself. He spoke of the world of martial arts, where he could go solo and become a river and lake.

It meant that he was content to be a single-man warrior who roamed the world alone. Anyone would feel a sense of emptiness.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth.

“You seem like you’d make a good family man.”

“what······?”

I passed Masain, who raised his head and trembled. It became certain today.

His maternal grandfather, Mayeonjeok, was a person worse than Jongnamgeomseon. He kept his eyes on Jeongyeonsin and distanced himself from his adopted grandson, who was designated as his successor.

If I could see through the upper body state, my behavior would have been different.

‘It seems that the swordsman noticed my constitution.’

When I saw my maternal grandparents’ house in such a bustling place, I thought of Jongnam Sword Master and Wiji Myohwa. The peaceful days of my training.

I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to spend the rest of my life in a famous mountain full of energy like Jongnamsan.

‘I hope that the rest of my life will last at least thirty years.’

I left the banquet hall after praying to Buddha and the Primordial Heavenly Beings. Before I knew it, Majin was waiting for me as I had already left.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who confirmed that there was no one around, asked right away.

“Your Majesty, aren’t you married?”

“what?”

“Aren’t you the eldest son of the direct line of the Mark family? You must be in the prime of your life, but you’re causing trouble with your succession. I can’t understand any reason for this.”

“······.”

The scars across Margin’s face twisted here and there. It seemed as if he was struggling with some kind of strength.

At that moment, Cheongmyeong, who had appeared next to Jeongyeonshin, smiled brightly.

He also observed Jeong Yeon-shin’s wedding ceremony.

“Shouldn’t Seomye know? I’ll tell you.”

“······Let it be so.”

Cheongmyeong waited until Margin, who had turned his back, was considerably farther away.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, then immediately closed her eyelids along with her doubts.

Even a moment was precious. It was when I was observing the break.

“When the Great Lord was white, he returned from his mission holding Mi-ryeo’s hand.”

“Are you talking about Senior Baek Mi-ryeo?”

He opened his eyes. Cheongmyeong smiled nonchalantly.

“Yeah. I was a little kid back then. I guess I was this big?”

Cheongmyeong continued speaking, tapping his own waist.

“They said they brought him from a secret sect. They said he would be the main force of Ip Hwang Seong. That wasn’t the problem. The mission location was Xingang, which was a fierce battleground where the remnants of the fallen Demonic Sect were running wild.”

“The devil’s cult?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked absentmindedly. I heard that it was a place that was destroyed by the Kunlun faction, which was considered one of the most prominent factions in the past.

It is said that it helped found the Ming Dynasty, but became a religion that oppressed the powerful.

I’ve heard the old story about the social gathering. It’s said that the supreme leader of the Sima Oedo clan, known as Cheonma, would often come out and make provocative remarks.

“Yes. It’s a dangerous place for the White to go. At that time, the Great Lord who was greedy for the Blue Order volunteered. He completed the mission, but while fighting one of the Shin Gang’s masters······”

Cheongmyeong’s words trailed off. The smile that was always on his lips also faded.

After looking at Jeong Yeon-shin, who was urging him to speak with her expression, he sighed and opened his mouth again.

“I was hit by a double-cross. It was a vital point. I hit the face with a double-cross, but the bastard dodged and dug in.”

“yes?”

“They said he was a vicious man. Several of the seniors who went on missions with him also became great lords, but even the great lord of Changcheon, who is not on good terms with him, doesn’t mention it.”

“······.”

“Ma Daeju has not been able to act like a man since then. That’s why the fierce beauty treats Daeju as her benefactor. How could she not?”

“I understand.”

It was said that in fights between masters, it was common to use a new technique to leap forward.

If you have mastered the magic technique, you cannot avoid using each technique, and lifting the leg is like revealing the vital point in the center.

The world of martial arts is a dangerous place. Injuries that lead to disability were not uncommon.

An immature white margin was drawn in her mind. Jeong Yeon-shin slowly opened her mouth.

“Kunlun School’s Cloud Dragon Great Eightfold Style, Shaolin’s Buddha Light from the Flow of Energy.”

“huh?”

“I know of a divine method that allows you to move in the air. I would like to learn it.”

Cheongmyeong laughed.

“I think the next mission will be in Hanam. I’ll be working with Shaolin, and if luck allows, I might be able to see it. I mean, the Buddhist light fish.”

* * *

After the ceremony, a month’s rest was given. It was meaningless.

Jeongyeonshin wanted to go out on missions without rest.

“It might be a good idea to reserve a spot in Hanam in advance.”

Margin said, sitting at the head of the office.

He accepted Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze strangely and nervously as usual. Jeong Yeon-shin asked without paying attention.

“What exactly is the mission?”

“Annihilation. In this mission, we will cut off one of the Blood Flame Cult’s arms. If we’re lucky, we’ll learn about the Blood Flame Cult’s main group.”

He took a sip of tea and spoke again.

“While you were catching the two-tailed eagle, there was an apostle who engaged me. He was completely black-haired. He didn’t have a single strand of red hair. He was a monster that surpassed the Blood Sword. I have tracked his movements.”

“Did you go from Seomseong to Hanam?”

“They say that the traces of the secret plan have been lost at Pyeongjeongsan Mountain in Hanam. It is the territory of Shaolin Temple.”

“Isn’t Shaolin in Songshan, Zhengzhou? It’s quite a distance away.”

“It is the best school of the Jeongpa. It is said that the best artisans in the world come from Shaolin. In the Central Plains, there are few schools that are not influenced by Shaolin martial arts. The number of secular schools is incalculable. It is possible to say that the entire Henan Province is part of Shaolin’s sphere of influence. Since you are from Henan, you will understand it.”

It was Margin who turned his gaze away while talking about his origins. As his maternal uncle, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Jeongyeon Shin nodded, but was surprised in another way.

It was the first time I saw a master of Iphwangseong respect the Murimbangpa so much.

It was a time when a sense of belonging to a group quickly became one’s identity.

It is said that among the masters of the Imperial City, there are few who do not keep an eye on Gangho from the perspective of the people’s livelihood.

To them, the Gangho people are potential traitors with power and thugs who disrupt the peace.

‘Sungsan Shaolin. As expected, it is a school that reaches all over the world.’

The power and popularity were stronger than anywhere else in the world of martial arts. Jeong Yeon-shin felt her heart pounding for the first time in a while.

Sungsan was the birthplace of Central Plains martial arts. What kind of inspiration would Shaolin martial arts give you?

“But if it’s the Blood Flame Sect, isn’t it something that Shaolin can deal with?”

“Even though the monks are shouting ‘Break down evil and reveal the truth’ and ‘Cheokmamyeolsa’, this is Iphwangseong. We can’t just sit back and do nothing. We’ll cut off the heads ourselves. There are more than a few Sado and Hyeolsa Gyogeoms.”

“What is the personnel composition?”

“The Demon Light Group and Lee Jo will go with me.”

Magwangiljo. Created by Majin after completing the mission of Jasodan in Shaanxi.

Jeong Yeon-shin, Heon Won-chang, Cheong Myeong, and Baek Mi-ryeo were tied up. Ma Gwang-ik was reorganized into a group unit.

He said it was to make it easier to match the sum.

“Does our group not have to rest?”

“Everyone is like you. They either enjoy achieving great things or enjoy the journey of martial arts.”

The former seemed to be Jeong Yeon-shin and Baek Mi-ryeo, and the latter seemed to be Heon Won-chang and Cheong Myeong.

“Okay, I understand. Okay, let’s go.”

“Take a rest.”

I left the office, leaving Margin behind to finish organizing the work.

When I came down outside, there was a crimson shadow cast over the sky. I went to my room without stopping by the smokehouse.

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately laid down on the bed.

There was a loud noise. It seemed like the seniors in the other room were having a drinking party.

From further away, the clash of swordsmen could be felt. The singing of swords, the majestic spirit, the laughter that washed away the fatigue, the sound of glasses clinking······.

The sunlight, blurred by the window paper, swept across the side of my face. It was the touch of the sunset at the end of the day.

The water level has been rising. It’s always been like this around this time of year. When did it start?

The upper body invited the energy of Mother Nature to dance.

The house got bigger as we played. Regardless of the owner’s wishes.

It was a time when the boundary between day and night was blurred.

The laughter of the seniors enjoying drinking and singing grew louder. It seemed like they were having fun.

Suddenly I imagined myself yelling loudly at them to stop.

Jeongyeonshin closed her eyes. Blue clothes were reflected in her pitch-black vision.

It was like being hit with cold water for a moment. In an instant, all my senses came back to reality.

No one is watching him now. He is curled up in bed.

‘Just do it one more time.’

The final task lay before the blue podium.

* * *

The wind that swept up and down my cheeks was strong. It was because I was running along with the horse.

Jeongyeonshin glanced around from her horse.

‘This must be proof that something big is going on.’

Eight men were riding beside him, an unprecedented number for a mission.

A powerful party. Nine of them are led by the master Ma Gwang-ik of Iphwangseong.

“I don’t know if it’s a guest house or a bar. I’ll rest there.”

He entered the market. Margin’s voice resonated strongly, as if it was filled with a mysterious energy.

Pedestrians who had been walking with anxious faces brightened up when they saw the monks in Iphwangseong uniforms.

The Hwangseong Fortress is not a breakwater that only remains in the light.

It was said that he had greater public support than most inspectors. He was said to be able to break the swords of martial artists who appeared before his eyes.

The group stopped in front of a tower.

It was fairly large, but its construction seemed shabby, but it was the best building in the neighborhood.

Heonwonchang got off his horse and looked around.

“Is this Shinya-hyeon? It’s different from what I heard.”

In order to pass through Hanam from Iphwangseong, there was no choice but to go through Sinya-hyeon. We passed the site where Jeonggajang had already been located.

It was completely in ruins. It seemed as if what Tougwi had said was true. There wasn’t a single tree in sight on the mountain behind.

‘They said they burned everything.’

Baek Mi-ryeo glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin’s expressionless face.

She then spoke, running her long, white fingers over her body.

“Now that the old guard is gone, there’s no choice but for the black market to run rampant. They’ll all be managed by back alley thugs.”

That was when.

“······With the Jeong family gone, there is no heaven. The leader was shocked. The income from the forests that they monopolized was very······.”

“The Blood Flame Cult did something for me that I’m grateful for. If I get kicked out of the organization, I might as well commit suicide.”

“A brat like you can learn blood skills? That’s ridiculous!”

The chattering voices echoed outside. It was the loudest pub in Shinya-hyeon.

The identities of the gathered men were obvious.

Just by looking at the light discussion of joining the Blood Flame Cult, you could tell that they were living a life without a future.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyebrows furrowed.

‘Income from the forest.’

I remembered the day I left to enter the Iphwangseong monastery.

The governor said he would take care of it. It’s not money that should fall into the hands of those black bastards.

“Let’s go in.”

While Cheongmyeong was leaving the words to Jeomso-i, Jeongyeonshin took the lead.

Even the best of Magwangjo followed him, keeping an eye on him as the youngest. They were good people.

As I stepped inside, pulling back the drooping curtains, the sound stopped for a moment.

Contrary to its appearance, the interior was very spacious.

The first thing that caught my eye were the guy with the axe on his head, the guy performing tricks with a dagger, and the guy with his shirt open.

Men of all sorts were laughing heartily, each accompanied by a gisaeng.

They looked like a group of black islanders, but there wasn’t a single one that looked familiar. They all seemed to have come from a foreign land.

Jeong Yeon-shin took a step forward and opened her mouth calmly.

“You guys. Explain about the land of the Jeonggajang.”

“what?”

One of them snickered. And then he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something about a love song.

Heonwonchang, who had suddenly come in, turned the hem of Jeongyeonshin’s clothes forward under her shoulders.

I felt that his skill surpassed that of most goldsmiths. Now even Jeongyeonshin knows.

Seniors who have entered the world of martial arts said that this is a way to skip the hassle.

The lips of the man who saw the character “荒” froze as if frozen. People began to murmur.

“Say what you want to say.”

Jeongyeonshin said without paying any attention.