Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 398

◈ Carpet (7)

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It was a deep forest.

The old trees lined up in a gloomy manner and the bushes that rarely had green leaves rustled in the wind, making an eerie sound.

Long lines of smoke rose far into the sky, and it was difficult to tell whether they were coming from the stoves used for cooking rice or the last gasps of a village plundered during a famine.

Even if it was electronic, it was not a good situation. This was because it would be a part of the Cheonrajimang personally managed by the owner of the thirteen thousand female spirits.

Villages built in remote mountainous areas far from the government headquarters formed a large formation and had swordsmen as their villagers instead of commoners.

At its center. A small, secret open space.

The eyes of the new sword master Yong Hee-myeong slowly opened.

Swish.

As he rose from the rock that was cut as smoothly as a bed, the purple hemp that had been covering him as a blanket moved of its own accord to wrap around his shoulders.

The clear sunlight of the early morning flowed softly down the hem of her clothes.

He hadn’t washed properly for several days, but he was still noble.

The duty of the new sword master of Ip Hwang Seong. In the breathtakingly vast world of martial arts, you must be the best in both style and martial arts. At any time, any place.

“Your Majesty, aren’t you inviolable in both cold and heat? If you’re going to use the precious Buddhist treasure like that, why don’t you lend it to me?”

The young man spoke while shaking his legs on a high tree branch. The youngest and most promising blue warrior in the Shingeomdae (神劍隊) under the Shingeomdan (神劍團), Shingeomyechi Soyeon, was born.

A curved line formed on Yong Hee-myeong’s lips.

“No way. You have fifty years to tell me.”

“Fifty years? Will we still be alive by then…?”

“well.”

Suddenly, a drop of blood fell and soaked the dirt floor. It was Yeon-hwa’s blood. It had flowed out while he was wrapping his arm tightly with a bandage.

The blue uniform, which hung like a giant cloak, was riddled with all sorts of piercing wounds and sword marks.

“I knew that the Muryonghoe was crazy, but the big-eared guys in the dark night battle are also vicious. What kind of trouble are they causing by adding a twist to the arrows?”

He added awkwardly, tearing the bandage off with his burning teeth. I almost ended up like the old man Ma Gwang-ik from the previous generation.

Yonghee Myung chuckled.

“It’s more harmful than beneficial. Instead of hurting an arm, you could have won the favor of your classmates.”

“What do you gain by looking good to those gloomy people? I heard before the mission that Magaju has been spending his time these days passing the time by taking the black promotion exam. There’s no way you can benefit from the eunuchs at all.”

“I’m talking about the eunuch of the Sarye. He’s the chief eunuch of the West Palace and the chief eunuch of the Royal Secretariat… He has quite a bit of influence. It was the same when I was recognized as a purple in Beijing. Since you are of long-eared blood, it will be the same for you.”

“Wouldn’t the eunuchs change three times in fifty years? There, whether they are from the Ming or Han clans, it’s rare to find a high-ranking official who hasn’t been demoted. It’s only recently that a eunuch named Ming Yu has risen to prominence again… … .”

“Don’t worry. This eunuch has been around for quite some time. Despite his power, he is good at dealing with the world.”

“Uh… … That makes sense.”

I recalled the story of the former eunuch who had been burning. He had insisted on a drastic reduction in the military budget going into the imperial palace.

On the night he submitted his petition, he received the new sword master Mayeonjeok as a guest and became disabled. The emperor ordered the Iphwangseongju to punish the traitor. That was the end of it.

“I thought of a refreshing story after a long time. With the energy flowing like blood, I feel like I can move again.”

“I see you’ve finally relaxed a bit. Hold on to your sword tightly.”

Yong Huimyeong suddenly picked a leaf off the side of the road.

And he played the flute with only his index and middle fingers, and slowly brought it to his lips. It was as if he had come out to enjoy the scenery of a famous mountain. That was the case until he started playing the flute.

Beep-

There was a sudden echo along the mountain path ahead. The bushes swayed violently as if they had been hit by a strong wind.

Through the gap, several men and women carrying swords fall down, their faces uncovered. A dull, irregular sound of thuds echoes through the ground.

“I got caught.”

“I didn’t know that even the sound engineer had any talent…!”

“Wake up! The author is the master of the new sword!”

The unmanned men appeared, leaving behind the unconscious ones. Even though it was a situation where they should have run away, they pulled out their weapons instead. The friction sound of the iron fists rang out briefly.

“I was clearly asleep. The poison from the mountain air was starting to take effect.”

“The author was human too.”

“Where is the San Gong Dok? The Dark Night Lord said that he hit the author with an arrow coated with Chilbo Dan Hon San (七步斷魂散). Hey, that’s the shoulder. There’s a scar there indeed.”

“How many of the Great Wave’s formations have been destroyed so far? It’s time to get tired.”

There were only experts.

The forest began to fill with people. The number of people gradually increased.

Ten, twenty… thirty… … As soon as they appeared, each of them took a different ceremonial stance, but there was not a single one of them who looked awkward.

Here and there, the strong momentum unique to the Thirteen Thousand Waves was mixed in.

Yong Hee-myeong, the leader of the Shingeomdan, laughed.

“Chilbodanhonsan? How could the Tang family make such a precious thing for a gray nobleman? He must have been fooled by their nonsense. Or did the Taemosanseongju deliver it to the Tang family that he stole from the Seoknyeon Tang family?”

“what…?”

“Anyway, the end times are the end times. People without class like you are plotting the death of the new sword master.”

His eyes slowly scanned his surroundings. At first glance, his posture seemed relaxed, but because his senses were dull, he was just using his eyes to look for ambushes.

Yeon-ha, who had already drawn her sword, helped him buy time.

“Isn’t it that you’re no longer single?”

“hmm?”

“That would be expected of a Senate of nature.”

“… At my age, I’m still the backwater of the Yangtze River… … .”

That was when.

Suddenly, a bright white light flashed out in a curve from Yongheemyeong’s waist. It was a sudden explosion of a sword.

A formless wave of light that originated from a single line of trajectory spread out like a cannonball and completely blew up the bodies of the five masters who were rushing in front of Samjang.

Phew!

Pieces of flesh mixed with bone roughly shot up and scattered, along with the halo of the self-defense energy from those who had died instantly.

Just as the air began to splatter with a horrible stream of blood, a tree about the size of a sapling right behind them crashed down. It looked as if its base had been chewed up by some kind of giant tooth.

It all happened in an instant.

Lately, leaves were flying in all directions. On one side, birds were flying high into the sky, flapping their wings.

Only the unmanned people who had been lying in wait froze and spoke with their expressions. They said we were all going to die…?

“It breaks through.”

“yes.”

It was when Yong Hee-myeong and Yeon So-ha were talking.

“There is no need for that.”

A heavy voice rang out from the side. Yong Huimyeong’s eyebrows twitched.

As I turned my gaze, I saw figures revealing their bodies like ghosts on the forest path. There must have been at least fifty of them.

They were all wearing yellow uniforms and carrying swords. The waves of energy that matched the dry forest path were the best.

The momentum that is being emitted is extraordinary.

It wasn’t something that could be called intense or violent. It was an unprecedented madness. It was something that made me feel like I was a diehard fan of something.

There is no one other than the Thirteen Thousand Muryonghoe.

They are people who are crazy about martial arts and share their martial arts skills with others. The ultimate state of martial arts they are pursuing is said to be different from that of any other sect.

The man in the lead was Namgung Jeilgeom. He was a peerless swordsman who was said to be sworn brothers with the Muryonghoeju.

He was also the owner of a dozen villages created in the vast world with the sole purpose of capturing the new sword master.

“It doesn’t look like things are going well. Can you still take out the Dragon Ring Sword?”

Namgung Jeilgeom asked, his blue sleeves hanging down.

Even before he had even drawn his sword, the aura emanating from his scabbard seemed to fill the heavens. It was a trace of the Emperor’s sword form reaching its peak.

The new sword master just smiled and didn’t respond.

“The order I gave to Sacheon. Aren’t you curious about what happened?”

He spoke to Yeon-ha. He kept his gaze on Nam-gung Je-il-geom. The answer came straight from above.

“How many of you black people are there? Even if half of you had gathered, Sacheon would be in ruins right now.”

“Halfway through, it might be difficult. Geumsimunju is no ordinary monster. Sunmaryeonjuya, Seomye, and other great masters might be able to help.”

“It’s an order to assemble the Danju, so there must have been more people than that. Anyway, I’m really curious about all the major shareholders gathered in one place.”

“Is there any way to find out right now?”

“No. How far is it from here to there?”

Namgung Jeilgeom, who had been watching their conversation, slowly opened his mouth.

“Please stop eating breakfast. The time allowed to the Dragon Lord is not long.”

“I got caught.”

Yong Hee-myeong smiled awkwardly. He should have at least trained his pupils deeply.

Before he knew it, the sword he was holding in his hand began to buzz. Unlike its owner’s demeanor, an eerie light illuminated the surrounding grass.

Immediately afterwards, pieces of corpses were reflected in Namgung Jeilgeom’s eyes. The peerless swordsman’s field of vision was extremely wide.

“Your sense of justice has become dull.”

He continued quietly.

“The chairman of the plenary session has left the office. He will be here right away.”

It’s called the Muryonghoeju. While Yeon-hwa was taking a deep breath, Yong-hui-myeong pretended to be indifferent and turned his sword around once.

“Just now? That stabbing you the other day must have hurt a lot.”

“I will tell you some good news as well, as a courtesy to you.”

“The bad news is trivial, so why should we call it good news?”

“The black people of Iphwangseong gathered in Sacheon and did something. My friend, Ma Gwang-ikju, defeated the three 13th Heavenly Kings in succession. Sipmunju, Sunmaryeonju, Geumsimunju… … The truth about Yeoryeongju is being confirmed.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind quietly swept across the forest path. The leaves falling in the air made a louder sound than people.

The silence between those facing each other deepened as Namgung Jeilgeom spoke, not caring about the morale of his allies.

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Jeong Yeon-shin went north with her seniors.

After telling the two elders of the old faction that he would activate the volcanic elixir, the ruined dark battlefield was left in Guizhou, exposed to the world.

All kinds of people gathered, but the black ones paid no attention and left.

The means of tracking the dark night war, the so-called “warlock” that is connected to the spirit and the ominous sign, accompanied Jeong Yeon-shin.

A long time has passed.

The formation changed several times as day and night crossed. The blacks scattered within the range of the kigam. Jeong Yeon-shin, who had captured So Jeon-ju, was the center.

During that time, Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t say anything to So Jeon-ju.

When it was time to eat, we distributed jerky and had them sleep for less than half an hour in front of a campfire before moving to the lighthouse.

It was because of the evil bird flying through the air as if it was taking the lead. I couldn’t fall behind the car that was already running short even if I urged it.

“Magwangikju, take a short rest. You cannot treat the royal descendant of the clan like this.”

“Don’t stop. There is something to be learned from observing your body posture.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

A person who is not regarded as a gentleman by the world cannot become a divine sword master, and a gentleman learns from all things in the world.

Even though the worms may seem slow at first glance, they move without stopping. They were like a prelude to a dark battle.

‘In order to keep Jeong Ga-dong-gong from wavering even in a battle at the highest level, I must keep such things in mind.’

Jeong Yeon-shin was constantly gaining insight. Like other peerless masters whose martial arts achievements never stop.

“… … .”

From then on, Sojeonju kept her mouth shut.

The noble young master said he was learning from him. The sojourner was unmanned. The thrill of emotion ran down my spine. It was something close to admiration.

‘What is this to my life-and-death rival… … .’

Sojeonju tried to suppress his feelings. His neat eyebrows twitched slightly.

At that time, Jeongyeonshin was looking up at the sky. A strange ominous bird was crying out, unable to move forward as if it was blocked by something. A rather strong wave of air could be felt from the other side.

Sling.

It was when he pulled out the divine sword Yeoreum.

The bushes in front, where there had been nothing, began to sway, and a young man with a scruffy head poked his head in.

“Again? This time it’s not an ordinary person… … .”

He tapped the tip of his nose and looked Jeongyeonshin up and down. It was a strange attitude. He seemed a little intimidated, but strangely peaceful.

“Your Majesty has come to add another sword. There is already a commotion far away. Where is the Samun? The Muryonghoe? The Dark Night Battle?”

He speaks in a nonsensical way. It seems like he has come to the right place.