Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 391

◈ New Sword (7)

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An office with an open ceiling.

It was huge.

While the herding birds raised with the secret arts of the famous clan flew around like migratory birds, dropping all kinds of chimneys, the hundreds of men of letters that filled the office were busy silently spreading out documents and wielding their brushes.

It was a mystical place. It was the main shrine of the goddess Yeo-ryeong.

“I will listen to the report. Organize the actions of the new sword master.”

Inyoung, who was wrapped in a black robe like the night sky, spoke. The owner of thirteen thousand female spirits. He was a man who covered his black beard with the wide brim of his hat.

As soon as she entered the large pavilion, there was only one thing that Yeo Ryeong-ju confirmed.

The new sword master finally escaped from the Heavenly Net, which included three peerless masters of the thirteen heavens. The chase continues as tiresomely as the monsoon season.

The lifeline of the absolute being who talks about being the best in the world was so tenacious.

‘That bastard’s lightness… It was the first time I’d seen it.’

The queen’s eyes scanned the past.

The new sword of the Iphwangseong clan.

A run that was incredibly explosive.

It was not the movement of someone who had been poisoned. The sight of rainbow-colored waves flowing out from under one’s feet, like the symbol of the Shingeomdanju of the time, was also like that.

It was different from the original light air that was so stable that it seemed like it could run forever.

It was to the extent that he showed movements that seemed to have fully drawn out the supernatural power of the Dragon Eye, the peerless eye technique of the Divine Sword Master who was able to count even a thousand twists and turns.

The bastard dodged the blows of Yeo Ryeong-ju and Nam Gung Je Il-geom and fled, taking a step away from the trajectory of the dark night warrior’s archery that was like a barrage of fire.

At a speed that was difficult to keep up with, even with a blue warrior at his side.

The chase continued from then on.

He circled around the area and headed south, and as expected from someone who had the world’s greatest internal energy in his heart, he would frequently unleash a light energy wave.

He didn’t seem addicted at all.

-How can we destroy his lightness?

This was the task that Yeo-ryeong-ju had to face. How should she organize Cheon-ra-ji-mang to break the bastard’s legs?

He even sought advice from the Nine Provinces Manboja (九州萬博者), who was said to have the widest knowledge of martial arts in the world, but all he got back was a question mixed with old age, “Did that guy Yongga have something like that?”

It means a recently acquired insight.

‘Isn’t that strange?’

All of the previous Shingeomdan masters were overwhelming geniuses.

It is said that among the best martial artists in the world, there is none who does not constantly improve their martial arts skills, but even among them, the leader of the Iphwangseong Shingumdan has always been exceptional.

It was the blessing of the Emperor of the Holy See. At that moment, it was incomparable to the men of letters sitting in a row in front of the Emperor of the Holy See.

widely-

Yeo Ryeong-ju snapped her fingers.

The translucent waves spread out in a circular shape. The scent of ink that had been softly filling the inside of the pavilion was quickly pushed away.

The students were silently looking at the documents falling under the desk.

Yeo Ryeong-ju used the technique of the bullet she had just fired to release their aching blood by adding an air force wave.

It was a permission for the writers who could not speak without orders to do so.

“The arrangements are complete. Those in charge of catching dragons, please report quickly.”

The Yeo Ryeong Ju said. Chakryong. That was the name of the strategy to kill the new sword master.

The room suddenly became noisy.

“I will report from what happened the other day. The Daeyeophonryeongjin (Great Flame Confusion Spirit Formation) of Taemosanseong was destroyed by the Yonghwan Sword of the Shingeomdanju…”

“The Seventy-Two Bow Ghosts of the Dark Night War were annihilated!”

“Information from the Muryonghoe. Namgung Jeilgeom’s beloved sword has been broken, but the Uicheongeom (倚天劍) has been stolen from Namgung Se-ga… They say they are tracking down the new sword master again.”

Yeo-ryeong-ju turned her head toward the writer who was holding the Namgung Jeilgeom in his mouth.

“You stole my family heirloom? That’s a long and winded way to go.”

“It is believed that the Namgung family’s visionary sword was also stolen along with the Yicheon Sword.”

“Plunder. This is a distribution method suitable for this era. It’s perfect compared to the Shingeomdanju.”

“I’m pinning my hopes on the Emperor’s Sword,” said Yeo Ling Zhu, who had been muttering briefly, as she opened her mouth again.

“Keep talking.”

“It was four days ago. In the dark night battle, the ten-mile, one-kill formation was activated six times, but only one of the leather shoes of the Shingeomdanju was taken off… … .”

“The morale will rise. Let the Thirteen Heavenly …

It was when Yeo Ryeong-ju gave dry instructions.

“Urgent news! Among the three great pedestals of Taemosanseong, Jamicheonseong has been killed!”

Thirteen thousand Taemosan Mountain Fortress.

It is a major sect of alcohol law martial arts that branched off from the Mosan sect.

The fortress surrounding the sect was famous for being located in a deep mountain valley like a peach blossom paradise, and during the time, it was said that its military power was on par with that of the Zhuge Liang family at the peak of their power.

The Three Magical Seats refer to the three immortals led by the Lord of Taemosan Fortress. They are the decisive weapons in the Battle of Bangpa. It is said that they are not inferior to the Zhuge Liang in terms of their mastery of magic.

They were people who could even destroy a castle wall with a single gesture if they had the legal equipment and food.

“…Jamicheonseong died? How many times did the surrounding area flash before her last breath?”

“It is said that after the surroundings became dark, it was divided into two.”

“Who sent that letter?”

“This is the Dark Spirit Number Seventeen.”

It was a report submitted by someone who had mastered the Yeo-ryeong Vision method and the Am-dong-wol-si method.

The shadows of the spirits have a power of vision that is beyond their capabilities, as they have focused on the mind and eye method. The report must be true.

“… It is better. The death of Jami Cheon Seong will move Taemosan Seongju.”

Even as she was organizing her thoughts with her brain, Yeo Ryeong-ju found it strange inside.

The contemporary swordsman is an eccentric person. You can tell just by looking at his purple martial arts uniform.

He did not spare martial arts in his pursuit of elegance. All his skills were splendid enough to be counted among the best in the world.

Since he had been practicing martial arts in that way for a long time, he had to use a complex form to bring out the power of the first attack.

‘Yes, his martial arts have never been oriented towards short-term decisive battles.’

Rather, he often used his sword skills to taunt his opponents and increase his power. According to reports, this has always been the case.

The only exception was when he was dealing with the deceased Namgung Gaju, the younger brother of Namgung Jeilgeom of Muryonghoe. This was because the level of martial arts of the Namgung Se family was close to the best among the eight families.

Jamicheonseong is not as talented as Namgung Gaju.

It would be right to see this as something new being added to the martial arts spirit of the new sword master.

What is happening in Ip Hwang Seong? There are also rumors that a large number of white warriors with very direct tactics have appeared.

Suddenly, a name flashed through Yeo Ryeong-ju’s mind. Seomye Mumaek.

He opened his mouth slowly.

“Above the Yangtze River, what is the movement of the Iphwangseong?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“Abominable things… … .”

A vein was engraved on the back of Yeo Ryeong-ju’s hand.

He went to the vicinity of Cheonhamok right after missing the Shingeomdanju.

There was a possibility that the Lord of the Imperial Palace would intervene in this fight, and the possibility that the Lord of the Imperial Palace’s dark sword, which had previously pulled out the arm of the Lord of the Imperial Palace, would appear. It was a place where both of these could be considered.

‘There is no intervention. That’s for sure.’

That was the reason why Yeo Ryeong-ju calmly ignored the summons of the black men of the Shingeomdan. She thought that the gathering would be stopped the moment news of Yongga was cut off.

Now that the teeth of the elder lord of the Iphwangseong clan have fallen out, we cannot just sit by and watch the death of the lord of the Shingeom clan, who is the best in both force and symbolism.

The moment the 17th Shingeomdan unit came rushing in from all directions, individual attacks were scheduled to begin.

But he said there was no movement at all.

“This foolish, self-indulgent… … .”

Ip Hwang-seong was always like that. He never made any rash moves, no matter which high-ranking official he was targeting.

Never act rashly.

Thorough obedience. Their trust in the leader of the Shingeomdan was close to some great power.

“… Where is that guy?”

“I entered the land of Hogwang from Namjikrye. It has been a long time since I passed Muchang.”

“You won’t be able to enter the true nature of the Emperor.”

Yeo-ryeong-ju prioritized the death of the new sword master over striking the empty nature. She must know this.

It is impossible for one to commit the folly of drawing the Thirteen Heavenly Beings into the nature of Yangyang.

“We will soon arrive at Guizhou.”

“I don’t think it will take more than a few days.”

“It’s a starving body. Even if its true energy is infinite, it won’t be able to withstand the Sankong poison forever.”

The female protagonist muttered in a deep voice and gestured towards the other side.

“What happened to the Cheonrajimang of Sacheon Unhoebong? Did you get the results?”

While all of the Absolute’s power was focused on the new sword master, a stern command finally opened the mouths of the other writers.

The tone and breathing were different. They could not speak with a firm voice like the writers who had reported so far. Their voices trembled slightly.

“Sipmunju, Sunmaryeonju, and Geumsimunju were defeated by Shingeomdan Magwangikju in succession… The three schools in question suffered devastating damage to the point of extinction, and Sipmunju and Geumsimunju were exiled.”

“…What?”

For a moment, the goddess’s hat shook.

The silence that spread from his body drowned out all nearby sounds.

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The black party’s light-air dash continued intermittently.

When they galloped properly, they created clouds of dust in the meadow, but they could not run in a straight line.

This was because the scene of gangs of martial artists or ronin pillaging the village was common.

I couldn’t just pass it by.

“Please show mercy and tolerance!”

“If there is a shortage of rice, why did you take only food? Why did you go out of your way to take care of a family?”

“That is… … .”

“When you go to the underworld, tell King Yeomra that I was pushed here by the kick of the Emperor of the Underworld.”

“I’m here…!”

It was a time of chaos. Only those with power had some leeway.

While becoming friends with her seniors, Jeong Yeon-shin witnessed many horrific scenes.

The people were suffering from famine. I witnessed the tragedy of people starving and emaciated, sitting with their eyes closed, or of people offering their children to a sect that had started eating people.

The young man who had reached a high level of fame recalled his childhood several times.

hunger.

All there were were people starving for something. Whether it was the love of blood relatives who had been betrayed, the bond between priests and priests arguing over humanity, or food to fill their hunger, they were hungrier than Jeongyeonsin in her childhood.

There were no children riding on the Dano swings that were set up here and there in the village.

In the meantime, the group had to keep in mind the people’s livelihood, the royal family, and the world.

“It’s paradoxical. If you want to avoid offending the royal family while moving north, you have to clearly show that you haven’t abandoned the people’s livelihood… But you can’t let go of your worries about Danju.”

“Didn’t you say to Giura?”

“That’s true. I’m a human who survived among the northern tribes when I was young.”

Aksurim playfully scratched Jeongyeonshin’s back. Jeongyeonshin accepted the comfort from her experienced senior.

It is not a famine that can be endured for a day or two. If you let it go, nothing will work out.

“Island beauty.”

Once in a while, the Emperor of Myeolseomdaeju would approach. He would stare blankly at Jeongyeonshin with his sunken eyes, and occasionally ask questions that were unclear to him.

“Do you have a favorite food as a delicacy?”

“I like Ounsanchochae (Five Cloud Mountain Vegetables).”

“Are you talking about the mountain vegetable dish of the famous people? Why?”

“It was amazing how the scent of the leaves, gathered like dumplings and picked by several people at once, permeated the vegetables. I’ve seen it a few times in my family.”

“It is a dish of harmony, a delicacy of experts. The moment is important.”

“I guess you could look at it that way.”

“Indeed… you were the embodiment of martial arts from birth.”

“yes?”

It was a conversation that was difficult for Jeongyeonshin to keep track of. Myeolseomdaeju nodded alone and walked away, but he returned several times to tell his story.

It was mostly advice on the character and martial arts of high-ranking officials in the Forbidden City in Beijing and the leaders of the Divine Sword Sect.

Then one day.

The group took off their black robes and changed into ordinary long robes.

“It’s here.”

Cheon So So, who was at the forefront of the group, spoke. She was holding the sapling of Cheon Ha Mok in her arms. It was a tree branch that had absorbed a small amount of the energy of the dragon and had become more spiritual.

It was said that it was like a Dharma treasure to the Sunmok Ryeongju Cheon So So. It was said that it helped him find the whereabouts of those who were originally from the same clan but had lost their white skin.

Cheonryongdaeju Wijigeuk stepped forward, stroking the rope around his waist.

“Every time I passed by, I thought it was strange, is the Dark Field really here?”

“okay.”

Cheon So-so nodded.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was surrounded by her seniors in the middle of the group, stroked the sword of the new sword, Yeo-roe.

A grayish-white fog spread out before my eyes. The sound of the wind, which sounded like a groan, swept past my ears.

Where they arrived.

It is the outskirts of Guangyin Town, Guizhou.

It was a city with many evil rumors. The dry vines surrounding the surrounding houses like a castle gave off a strange atmosphere.

There were many people with skin that looked like it had been smeared with ash and ears that turned up like leaves. They stared at the group from between the cracks in the gray-white trees and brick houses.

The city people were muttering.

“You’ve got a weapon. You’re all unmanned.”

“You must be eating well. Your complexion is good.”

“That’s right… there are only good-looking men and women.”

“Look at his looks. He’s handsome, even with his bald forehead. He must be a master at manipulating his body as he wishes.”

“By any chance, the Emperor’s… …?”

“That’s nonsense. Why would those noble people come all the way here?”

There was a sense of isolation. Some people were glaring at them as if they were going to kill them.

A world where famines were repeated. Anyone who was not from the same hometown was hostile. There was no room for cooperation.

“They must have hidden the main body in the formation, so we need to find out which one of them is a disciple of the dark field.”

Soyeon Daeju Yoo Jeongmyeong spoke while sharply scanning the surroundings. Cheon Soso shook her head.

“All I can see is a wasteland… but this is the place. It’ll be quicker to find the entrance to the formation.”

“In what year?”

It was when the Heavenly Forest Lord Xiahou Weijin clenched his thick fist.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin took a step onto the muddy ground. The group consisted entirely of black people.

Since everyone was equal and did not control each other, anyone could step forward as they pleased.

As I reached down, I caught a sword that was emitting a dazzling light.

It is not a lightning bolt. It is one of the eighteen anti-weapons of the ten specializations that can be used as consumables. It was something that was automatically pulled out from the bundle that Xiahou Weijin was carrying on his back.

Although she never showed it, Jeongyeonshin was now a believer in the truth. This was especially true now that something had happened to Danju.

In a situation where it is impossible to rule out a dark battle due to the threat of a guerrilla war, isn’t the royal family also watching them? It is said that some in the common people are also criticizing the lords.

“What are you going to do?”

It was the moment when Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung-ah, who was alone with her arms crossed, asked casually, and Jeong Yeon-shin, who was behind her seniors in black like stars, grabbed her sword.

Woof-

A dry, dull melody spread out from the sword.