Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 395

◈ Carpet (4)

The series of events was like a storm.

While tracking down the Thirteen Heavenly Kings along the path with the sapling of the Heavenly Tree that Cheon So So possessed, discovering the headquarters of the Dark Night Battle, and finally capturing So Jeon Ju to interrogate the remnants of the sect, until the leaders of the Jeong Jong Daemun sect tore down the formation and came down.

The sleeves of the skinny nun’s robe were fraying.

There was something mystical about the recoil from landing from the air. The sleeves of the robe were too wide for his body, but they were not bad looking.

The Blessed Brain and Avalokitesvara.

The situation of Amipa’s Baekyak has become apparent.

Damn it.

With her one step, the air around her became heavy. Even the rustling sound of the bushes became somewhat quieter.

The martial arts of the Jeongjong Buddhist school usually exude a solemn air. The same was true of the Ami school, which, along with Shaolin, is considered one of the oldest Buddhist schools.

It may not have been intentional, but Baekyak’s situation subdued his son-in-law just by moving Jeongyeonshin’s foot.

“… … .”

Cheonryongdaeju Wijigeuk, who did not hesitate to make sarcastic remarks even to Ip Hwangsinchang, was silent for a moment. Sojeonju of Amyajeon, who was sitting at his feet, also kept his mouth shut.

‘Why did the Buddha of the world personally… …?’

The eyes of the little monk, who seemed to have gathered the ashes of a fire, were filled with doubt.

There is no room for argument as to why these nobles came to seek out the Imperial Black Sword. It must not be a short distance.

“It’s been a while. I came with you because I have something important to discuss with you.”

Baekyak Satae spoke softly.

Woof-

The air was stirred by the voice that sounded old and solid. A vibration that naturally revealed the inner strength of the absolute ruler of the old school.

At her side was also the head of the Cheongseongpa faction.

“As expected, there was no need to chase after it so urgently.”

He was a Taoist priest of a famous clan with the appearance of a young man. He was wearing a white robe with blue silk patterns on it, and a gentle breeze seemed to flow out from the sword he wore at his waist.

It is a peerless momentum with transcendence. Even if it is inferior to the unrivaled presence of Baekyak Satae, few would dare to underestimate it.

Yangbyeokgeomgun Cheongsu Jinin.

It is said that Cheongseongpa lost its leader to Paegeomjongju, but has been rapidly regaining its reputation recently.

Thanks to the new long-suffering man who gained worldly enlightenment through that work.

“The black ones of the Imperial Palace are moving together as a group, which is a natural result. It is even more so when you think about your inaction.”

The Qing Shu Jinnin said.

The eyes of the dark field sergeant widened slightly.

Perhaps it was because the greeting-like conversation became so long. It finally hit me. It was none other than Brain Jeong-Gwan-Eum and Yang Bi-Geom-Gun who had come to meet someone.

The two elders of the Old School Sect. Those who stand at the top of the martial arts world.

“If the thorns in our eyes of the great lords who gathered in one place are thinking it’s a good thing and came to wipe us out… wouldn’t it be very ambiguous with just the two of you?”

Perhaps to relieve the pressure, Cheonryongdaeju Wijigeuk showed his courage. As always, tension was evident in his sharp eyes.

A sight of the absolute rulers of the old sect standing side by side.

It’s truly overwhelming.

The two chieftains and the great lords of the Shingeomdan. Before considering the martial arts skills of both sides, their numbers, and their overall power, it was essentially like that.

There was no particular hostility in the two elders’ expressions, but there was something oppressive about their very existence.

It was the spirituality of the peerless masters.

Cheongsu Jinren glanced at Wei Zhijie.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to come out since you have no business.”

Even the words spoken casually had a mysterious force.

The corners of Cheonryongdaeju’s mouth went up.

“Haven’t you greeted the youngest? The old sect leaders who are experts in watching over the people’s livelihood have come to visit you in person. What kind of famous tricks will you use here and why would you argue about whether or not you have business?”

The most powerful of all time is the unmanned one.

He is of bloodline with the eldest disciple of the Jongnam faction, Geomryong Wijimyohwa, as his younger sister, and has accumulated numerous achievements without ever being defeated by the northern tribes.

At a young age, he was even mentioned as a potential leader of the next Black Three Gangs.

He doesn’t hesitate at a single word. Even if the opponent is a peerless master. He just needs a colleague or a leader who can unleash the momentum of the old school leaders.

Damn it.

Just then, other major lords gathered slowly, having stopped cleaning up the ruined dark battlefield. They were accompanied by the hems of their black clothes fluttering quietly.

“They are too many guests to welcome without notice.”

“What’s going on with Ddaengjung and Malko?”

From the stern-faced Mugeuk Jeonju to the Iphwangsinchang Aksurim who approaches while swinging his spear here and there like a city thug.

The procession of the elders of the old school had a great sense of weight.

When three of them come together, they are colleagues who can more than take on a single master.

As each person approached, the pressure seemed to be lifted little by little. That was when Wi Ji-geuk’s eyes slightly lowered.

“I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well. I hope you’ve been well.”

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin gathered the lottery tickets with both hands, the air became lighter. In that split second, it seemed like a whoosh sound was heard.

The early summer breeze gently caressing my skin. It would be right to say that it suddenly became easier to breathe.

The black seniors who were approaching stopped. On one side, Wei Zhijie, who wanted to respond to the absolutes on behalf of his juniors, was the same.

The young master of the dark night battle hid his shock at the long exhalation of his internal energy.

There was no change in the complexions of the three people.

Baekyak Satae, Cheongsu Jinin, and Jeongyeonsin. The old school leaders and Ma Gwangikju exchanged greetings in a manner that was neither light nor heavy. They were like people of equal status.

“I was worried about the internal injuries of Jang Moon-jin, the commander of the Yangbyeok Sword. I haven’t seen you since then, Geumsimunju… … .”

“It’s embarrassing. I owe you a great favor.”

Cheongsu Jinin spoke bluntly.

Jeong Yeon-shin shook her head slightly and put the lottery ticket down in a straight posture.

Old school.

The leaders of the martial arts world, represented by the number nine.

They were all Buddhist temples and Taoist temples, although they were rare in the world.

Those who preach lofty teachings, who leap between mountain peaks with martial arts and split rocks with a single stroke, are bound to have a powerful influence on the public mind.

To the extent that he is considered a living immortal or a living Buddha, he is said to be the eldest of the old sect.

On the other hand, it was said that not only the recognition within the city of Ihwang and the imperial court in Beijing had a great influence on who would sit on the throne of the Shingumdanju, but also the public sentiment in the outside world.

It was right to leave a good impression. There might be someone among the old guard who is as talkative as Yang Guifei Jang, the poppy.

It’s a very important thing.

I heard that many of the old factions were busy dealing with the powerful demons by order of the imperial family. In other words, it meant that there was exchange between the old faction and Beijing.

‘It’s a very difficult task, incomparable to martial arts… … .’

Jeong Yeon-shin had a knack for being polite to the staff of the General Office from the time he was appointed.

If you treat your opponent like a commoner, you will usually get a good response.

“It seems like only yesterday that I was enlightened by the true man’s clear-sighted sword, so it is not worth talking about. It was something I had to do.”

Jeongyeon Shin spoke softly.

Protecting the people is the duty of the Iphwangseong Shingumdan. The red and blue swordsmanship of the Cheongseong Jangmunin flashed so dazzlingly that it was blinding to the eyes that activated the Shicheonbeop. There was no lie.

The corners of Cheongsu Jinin’s mouth twitched faintly.

The leader of the Cheongseongpa at that time was a famous person. He was a descendant of a noble family and had even polished his upper class skills to a peerless level. He was not one to judge sincerity with lies.

Within Cheongseong, he was famous as a disciple who was not deceived by false pretenses since the time he was initiated.

Cheongsu Jinren slowly opened his mouth.

“… When he was showing off his skills at Unhoebong Peak, I thought he was very crazy, but now that I look at him, he must have been wearing a mask forcibly. How can he, with his age, bloodline, and martial arts all in one… He is a good man, a good man.”

The Baekyak Saetdae standing next to him had wrinkles in his eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you this many times when you came here? You are the one who has strengthened your Dharma powers. You were also admirable for being the first to show concern for Binni’s old age.”

“What you said is not so wrong. I used to be very reluctant to be bound by the promises of my ancestors… but with your martial arts and personality, I think it is worth bringing up the subject.”

Cheongsu Jinin said. Jeongyeonshin’s head tilted slightly to the side.

“Is this the story about the ‘volcanic medicine’ I heard about earlier?”

“That’s right. It’s a promise that the elders and the elders of the old faction made with the previous Shingeomdanju. When they were young.”

Cheongsu Jinyin answered in a low tone. Immediately afterwards, Baekyak Sidae let out a strange laugh.

“It feels absurd and forced, but… a promise is a promise. I will tell the Lord Jeong Si-ju.”

* * *

The General Office of the Imperial Guard.

Meetings of the leaders took place every day. This was after the black assembly order of the Shingeomdanju became widely known in the province.

“This is something that can be decided here. Decisiveness is required.”

“It’s not easy to dismiss the master of the Ipsin Sword! What did he do so wrong? Don’t just stay locked up in the Senate, read the situation in the world!”

“What?”

“Why was the Han-Jung Jeongpa Moorim Alliance formed? Right now, such an alliance is making light of one or two of them! If we just sit back and do nothing, we will be defeated individually, so how can you disobey a proper order as the leader?!”

“You must not forget the essence of the matter. Are you still raising your voice at me knowing what Beijing’s gaze is like now?”

Those surrounding the luxurious sandalwood round table exude an air of awesome aura.

There were about fifteen of them. Many of the attendants fainted because they could not withstand their cold, and the white warriors who remained in the castle had long since taken over their role.

It was a standoff situation.

A middle-aged woman wearing a gorgeous orange outfit and carrying a pure white sword defended the new sword master.

In contrast to his raised voice, his dignified and subdued prayers were evidence of his high achievements.

He was the head of the Iphwangsin family.

The new establishment of the Yo-Wol-Byeok-Geom. The head of a prestigious family that has produced countless talented people, including the current Myeolseom Daeju and Ma Gwang-ik’s Baek-Myo.

She didn’t even muffle her words in front of the lord of the Imperial Palace.

“Should we immediately dismiss the new sword master and announce it to the whole world? I have doubts as to whether the senior master is making a completely rational judgment right now.”

A faint light flashed in the eyes of the old man in purple robes, the head of the council, who was sitting upright in the highest seat.

“There’s nothing a daughter can’t do!”

“I will not listen to your private words. Do you not know what hardships the natives who are scattered throughout the world are going through? How can you detonate a wall-crawler in an already unstable situation? Is there a warrior who dares to take Danju’s place?”

“What must be done should not be considered in terms of priority or importance! In a situation where the banner of one’s nature has been broken, is there anything more important than establishing the foundation?”

“It is right. The head of the Shin family now wishes to submit a motion to dismiss the head of the Shin family to the General Office. Not only is the morale of the original family high, but there is no place for someone who takes the position of the head of the Shin sword so lightly, as it is the support of the main family.”

Ma Gwang-ik Baek-myo’s mother spoke as the head of the household. It meant that the head of the household at the time was an old man in the back room. Anger erupted immediately.

It was a place where such heated debate took place.

When will the new sword master be dismissed, and if so, when will it be announced? Shouldn’t we be putting all our efforts into finding the whereabouts of the dragon master even now?

“Isn’t that the order given by the Danju to the Daeju? How can we take it back? That is an absolute order.”

One of those seated let out a gruff remark.

A man with sharp ears like a harpoon and a large body that could crush a chair. He was the head of the Ihwang Xiahou family. He was also the younger brother of the Heavenly Forest Lord Xiahou Weijin.

“Isn’t your nature empty from the start? Are you planning to hand over the Lord’s residence to the enemies?”

“… … .”

Whenever the topic of the Emperor of the Holy See was mentioned, the meeting room of the leaders could not help but become quiet. Only then did Xiahou Jiazhou, who had been rubbing his ears as if he was going to live, lean to the side.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, Magaju? If you speak once, it will immediately become an agenda item.”

“… … .”

The man with the diagonal scar across his face kept his eyes closed and did not answer.

He looked like he was in a very deep sleep. He was the margin of the abyss. On one side of his pitch-black sleeve, a prosthetic hand was shining with a silvery light.

“Magaju!”

“hmm……?”

“Are you sleepy?”

“Jeong Ga-dong-gong is truly a divine being. He has done serious meditation because he has a lot of useless words.”

It was almost like a question and answer. There was a hint of languidness in his thick voice. Immediately, a loud roar erupted from the direction of the elders.

“Are you sleeping in a meeting room where the future of our nature is at stake? You are truly out of your mind!”

The old man, Wonrowonju, was originally famous for his polite conduct and wide popularity, but recently, he was not in a good mood because the current Shingeomdanju was said to have damaged the foundation of Iphwangseong.

It was enough to fit even a dragon with a twisted scale.

But Margin’s response was indifferent.

“If we think about the future of our nature, this is better.”

“What are you talking about now?”

“Rather than listening to the words of an old man who has no teeth to sharpen, wouldn’t it be more helpful to my nature to improve my martial arts skills? The scent of the secret book written by Magwangikju Seomye was wiping away the smell of your saliva.”

It was a calm answer.

At that moment, Xiahou Gaju, who was nearby, burst into loud laughter, and many people, including Xin Xia and the Grand General of the Ihwangsin Family, sighed.

“These Maga seeds are all the same… …!”

The moment when the elder lord stood up with his eyes wide open.

Beep beep beep beep

The cries of swallows were rapidly approaching.