Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 421

No pulse (2)

Yong Hee-myeong, the leader of the Shingeomdan sect who had been staring blankly at Jeong Yeon-shin for a while, slowly opened his mouth.

“That’s not it.”

“… … ?”

Jeongyeonshin’s head tilted slightly to the side.

Yong Hee-myeong’s eyes take on a smile.

The new sword master, whose dismissal was temporarily suspended in consideration of the troubled times, seemed like the eldest brother who enjoyed the pleasures of life like a vagabond but also understood everything about life in the world.

He opened his mouth slowly.

“The purple robe is more powerful than the imperial secret law. As you experience actual combat, the spirituality in the robe absorbs your qi and becomes more tenacious. You can think of it as the second self-defense weapon.”

“Yes, I know.”

“There is only one reason why the royal family bestowed such sacred clothing. It is because the only people who can replace you now are me and your maternal grandfather.”

Huruk.

The gentle scent of tea spread. That was why Yong Hee-myeong took a sip of tea.

“Just as black cannot dare to act as purple, purple cannot arbitrarily lower its rank. You are now a noble person. You may change your clothes because of your duty, but you are not one to lower your rank.”

“… … .”

“Or perhaps you don’t trust the other blacks of nature? To the point where you insist on maintaining the hierarchy of the Great Lord.”

Yong Hee-myeong asks with a mocking tone. Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly shakes her head.

Although his uncle and Tae-Yeom-Ryong were like his niece Jeong-Hye, they had to be cared for, but Won-Pyeong Il-Geom-Jang’s seniors were different.

“I was arrogant. I just didn’t want to mess things up… … .”

Volcanic elixir. The world’s best martial arts competition.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s a complete first.

Even if you emerge as a true representative of the Imperial Family, or win as a true master, things do not end in success.

So I wanted to take on two positions, even if it meant risking a lot of criticism.

I had a great fear of failure. Ever since I saw the shaman’s sword, a sense of burden has been weighing on me.

In the first place, the volcanic ointment is a pre-war promise that originated from a relationship with a traitor.

I didn’t want to tarnish my grandfather’s old name, and I also didn’t want to cause great trouble to the royal family by doing so.

Because it was he, and no one else, who activated the volcanic potion.

The price that must be paid if the Ip Hwang Seong is defeated. The Gangho clan will be able to manipulate purple-level personnel as they wish. Even if the opponent is an old clan, this should not have happened.

Did he see through his mind? Suddenly, the corners of Yong Huimyeong’s mouth went up.

“You can be a little more arrogant.”

“… … .”

“Hey, you look so new. You’re seventeen and have purple hair. And with your personality, it wouldn’t be strange for you to be called a gentleman. Especially in Maga.”

Even though Jeongyeonshin felt ashamed, she couldn’t dare deny it.

In his long life of seventeen years, he had never seen anyone as humble as he was. Even if he were to take his superior’s words out of context, it was the same.

No one is comforted by obvious words.

Yong Hee-myeong shrugged his shoulders as he saw Jeong Yeon-shin looking somewhat discouraged.

“I can lose. If Gupa calls, I’ll go. Wasn’t that the promise that was made to save me in the first place? Since I survived thanks to that, even if I become a long-term player in the martial arts world once, it would be a cheap price.”

Yong Hee-myeong, with a pretended serious expression, continues speaking.

“Now let me ask you again. Have you thought about the personnel selection?”

“There are many people who come to mind… … .”

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head. The conditions for participating in the Volcanic Medicine were unusual.

Yonghee Myung is the successor to Mayeonjeok’s Ipsin Sword and has gained the recognition of shamans and Hwasan, but when it comes down to black, there are not many who meet the qualifications of a non-mu.

There was no one else besides Xiahou Weijin, the great master of Cheonrim, who declared himself to be a master of the island. This was because each of them possessed the divine art of the Dokmun.

Yong Hee-myeong nodded after hearing those words.

“Cheonrimdaeju. Didn’t you return to the main castle with our unit leader? I’ll be able to call you soon.”

Hogwang and Hanam are lands that touch each other from top to bottom, so that statement was correct.

Likewise, Shin So-bin, Heon Won-chang, and Tae Yeom-ryong will also be in the original city.

Jeong Yeon-shin had given them the order to return through the former Hwangbo family head, who had a connection with the formation of the Jiaolong. This was because Sacheon was such a dangerous place at the time.

“It’s pretty much sorted out. White and blue, since you have so many pulses. I’m sure you’ll be able to choose well.”

“I know it’s presumptuous of you to ask, but may I come in now?”

The door opened with a peaceful voice. The voice of Cheong-an-mageom Cheong-myeong. Jeong Yeon-shin quickly turned her head.

I was already feeling familiar sounds through the cracks in the door that weren’t completely closed.

I left it open on purpose. After hearing the news of the return of the Ma Guang-ik masters who had been patrolling the area around Beijing.

They said that they helped the Jinyiwei outside Beijing because of the activities of the spirits.

“Let’s see how much our great lord has grown!”

“Don’t talk about the purple being so carelessly. He is greater than you anyway.”

“Beijing is in an uproar over the story about Yeonhwanata.”

“Please show me the purple robe. Why are you still wearing the black robe?”

People in blue uniforms came in, making a show of politeness. There were two people in the lead.

A one-eyed young man with a leisurely smile, and a woman with jet-black hair flowing behind her calm eyes.

Although they were all unable to wield their weapons, they possessed the aura of sharp swordsmen.

Jeongyeonshin took in Cheongmyeong, Baekmirye, and a dozen or so blue masters at a glance.

This is Iphwangseong Ma Gwangik. The two wings of Bonseong who take the lead along with Suncheonik during the Battle of Bangpa. They are the siblings of Dalli Seomye.

Baek Mi-ryeo’s pale lips moved.

“I will accompany you all the way to Shaolin.”

A cool voice. It was like the winter wind that used to cool down a body that had been warmed by a long smoke. Soon, a faint line was engraved on the corner of Jeong Yeon-shin’s mouth.

* * *

The masters Ma Gwang-ik, including Cheongmyeong and Baek Mi-ryeo, delivered the news of Iphwangseong.

It was said that it had been a long time since the original owner of the royal family had returned to the palace after entering the palace.

At that time, the royal ministers were ready to have a showdown with him, but the senior lord insisted so strongly on the dismissal of the then new sword master that he rendered the high-ranking officials speechless.

‘So the palace was peaceful.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. It was nothing to be late in receiving permission to enter the palace.

I originally expected a tough battle, but I got a glimpse of why it was strangely uneventful.

―Not only Yongga, but Maga is also muddy water. Jeongga is the lotus that bloomed in it, so Nobu believes in you.

A message from the Elderly Lord, written in one stroke of a pen on a piece of paper.

Cheongmyeong said that the elders left after telling him that they were preparing a promotion ceremony inside the castle.

Along with the words that he was not in a state to stay in a foreign land for a long time. It was because of the internal injuries he suffered after losing his martial arts skills and innate wisdom to the Blood Flame Cult Leader a long time ago.

“Wait a little longer. The lower ranks are bringing it from far away. It would be impossible to just keep such a rare and famous sword.”

Prince’s Hall, Namsamso. In front of the main gate of the antique palace.

Jeong Yeon-sin was seeing off the crown prince and eunuch Rye-sa, leaving behind Yong Hui-myeong, who had suddenly left upon the emperor’s orders.

“My son told me that you are quite skilled in swordsmanship. Can I hear you sing some of it?”

The prince added that there was a time when the sound of a sword would cut through one’s worries.

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“There are those who should listen and those who should not. Your Majesty is one of the latter.”

“Why is that so?”

“Mine is the sword that cuts the lifeline… … .”

For a moment, the prince’s mouth slightly turned inward. It was a somewhat strange expression, as if he felt an emotion that was difficult to describe.

“The gentleman of Maga is offering me advice. I have already felt something after seeing you being acknowledged by the Emperor. Yes, there are also sufferings that should be endured… .”

“… … ?”

“Thank you. The day will come when we will meet again. The country and the royal family will need your strength.”

The north wind was felt in the crown prince’s words. It felt cold and dry. Jeong Yeon-shin responded to the crown prince’s speech with an empty bow.

‘I have to be careful with my mouth from now on.’

Now, even the words I spoke casually seemed to be carrying with them the weight of my experience. It was something that could potentially give my enemies a sense of loss.

“I wish you would ask after my grandfather’s well-being.”

Meanwhile, the eunuch looked down at him and said.

The high-ranking official’s speech, which had originally been conducted in a polite manner, had become formal. Jeong Yeon-shin simply nodded slightly.

I have been sufficiently compensated by the Treasury. Now I really need to think about the personnel of the Volcanic Medicine.

‘In blue… … .’

Taeyeonryong is not only good at martial arts, but also not handsome. Anyway, all of Ma Gwangik learned Gwangyegyeol for joint attacks.

When it comes to deciding, it might be better to send one of Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye rather than choose an incompetent person.

“It looks free. I’ll be there soon.”

The eunuch’s words interrupted his thoughts. Suddenly, Jeong Yeon-shin felt the warm spirituality of the Yeoryeogum.

“I’ll go now.”

As he waved his hand, the air that had been distorted by the summer sun rippled for a moment.

Soon after, a silver light flashed in the distant sky, and a long sword flew towards Jeongyeonshin. The sound of the air being torn apart was tremendous.

It was a new sword.

Jeongyeonshin grabbed it without even blinking.

A warm feeling in his palm. He put the lightning sword next to his waist in the middle of the palace.

“… … .”

But no one said anything when they saw the sight. Even when Jeong Yeon-shin turned her back on the waves of magnificent golden tiles.

Swish.

He carried a large bag with one arm.

The weight of the bundle pressed down on his left shoulder, while it seemed to whisper softly to him that it was time to return to the martial arts world.

* * *

The midsummer heat was sweltering through the barren forest.

The dry branches of the trees swayed and swayed in the damp wind. That was why the wind of this land was yellow.

The mountain behind the Jeonggajang in Sinya-hyeon, Hanam-seong.

A dozen or so tombs are lined up on a flat hill.

It was a place that had recently driven the villagers of Shinya-hyeon into fear.

There was a strange rumor that a group of black thugs who didn’t even pay attention to the government or Shaolin established a third-rate sect on the old site of Jeonggajang, and were annihilated by a peerless beauty with an eyepatch over one eye.

It is not the grave of the thugs.

It was the gravesite of the Jeong family, a landowning family.

The witch of the red robe made the mound of a woman named Mayeonsang look like a royal tomb and disappeared.

The tomb was surrounded by a circular brick wall three jang high. The tomb of the head of the household next to it was only weeded out as a minimum courtesy.

“Namgung Daehyeop, this won’t work. You should step back for a moment… … .”

“Your Majesty, please be understanding. Whether it is a private ceremony or a Buddhist ceremony, we must watch over it all.”

Three groups faced each other under Mayeonsang’s tomb.

There was no one who was not extraordinary.

Even though it was a difficult time to look presentable, their faces were clean as if they had never missed a wash, and their military uniforms had a splendid sheen unique to silk.

The foremost among them was a man.

A young man with a contrast of pure white skin and pitch-black robe. His slender chin is as graceful as the blade of a sword, and his pitch-black eyes are sharply focused, giving him the appearance of an upright warrior.

It was a look and prayer worthy of the word noble.

Black with yellowish tint.

Baek Gi-rin Namgung Hwa-shin.

He is leading a nobleman and a young man with thick facial features behind his back.

Blue Warrior Ma Sein and White Warrior Maung. There was no one who did not know that Ma Sein was the head of the Ip Hwang Ma family. The three of them represented Ip Hwang Seong.

“Just do it. What’s wrong with what we’re seeing?”

As he was standing at the grave, Masain asked in a calm tone. He had recently earned the nickname of Magunja (馬君子).

However, the dozen or so people he encountered were also known as immortals in the martial arts world.

Sa-il-jeom-chang (射日點蒼), a swordsman who can pierce the sun with his sword. He was a Jeom-chang school among the old schools.

“It’s not a problem to see, but the people who followed me are likely to fight with you at any moment.”

The disciples of the Jeomchangpa were also following an example no less than that of Masain.

He gathered all the outstanding spirits and kept the land from being damaged. He looked like a group with outstanding appearance and only moderation.

Among them, the swordsman at the forefront stood out. She was a woman carrying a black sword.

She wore a scarlet silk robe and her jet-black hair flowed down to her waist.

Even though his momentum was clearly in check, he couldn’t hide his very sharp temperament.

After the small sword, the cancellation of the prison was completed.

She has big eyes, and her eyes are slanted to the side, giving her a kind look. However, no one around her seemed to look down on her.

Sogeom-hu urged Iphwangseong and his party to retreat.

“I don’t know about others, but I definitely came here out of favor. Are you planning on letting me miss the deadline like this?”

“I know that there is no special connection between Guipa and the original Ma Gwang-ikju. I just want to prevent any misfortune.”

Namgung Hwasin politely accepted the offer. Even in that small gesture, a sense of loneliness was evident, and it was a symbol of a swordsman who was clear about what he did and what he did not do.

At the same time, laughter erupted from the other side.

“You are so confident.”

“That’s true. You’ve been avoiding meeting us so much.”

This is the last group to climb the hill, following Iphwangseong and Jeomchangpa.

Five men and women wearing blue hero hats that were popular in Namjikrye were looking up at Namgung Hwasin with displeasure.

It’s not Namgung Se-ga.

If there is a sect that dominates a region, there are those who enjoy vested interests as subordinate sects under it.

The Youngwoonggun group was once a group of powerful martial arts families closely connected to the Namgung family.

One of them bowed his head respectfully to Sogeom-hu’s side, showing the utmost respect with a lottery ticket.

“We are sorry for showing you our ugly side. Please give us some time. There are matters that need to be settled with the Namgung family.”

A person who pays respects at the grave of the mother of Ma Gwang-ik-ju Jeong Yeon-shin, leaving aside the group of Ip Hwang-seong.

The old woman standing next to Sogeom-hu slowly opened her eyes. She was wearing a rough hempen robe and holding a long sword as a cane with both hands.

Her gaze swept down the hill.

Phew―

Everyone’s breath was cut off. The quiet cold wind seemed to sweep through the surroundings like a storm.

There was no one who could respond. Even the white giraffe in black robes bowed its head slightly at the lack of power and distribution.

“… If it’s Namjikrye’s family feud, it’s not something I should get involved in.”

An old voice flowed out. The faces of the group of heroes brightened at the old woman’s words.

They immediately raised their heads toward Namgung Hwasin.

One of the young men spoke up.

“You must know our business. The Namjikrye has been in shambles recently. Bandits are running wild everywhere, and all sorts of black thugs are destroying the order of the streets, pretending to be sects of martial arts. It’s all because the direct line of the Namgung family has disappeared. They were all annihilated by Ip Hwang Seong.”

“… I hope the elder head of the family is still alive and well.”

“It’s not enough. He is a person from the past. The other Namjikrye sects, including our main sect, cannot seek their future from him. That’s why we need you in our martial arts world. Go back to Namgung Sega.”

Namgung Hwasin didn’t answer for a moment. Then he slowly opened his mouth.

“Unless I am excommunicated, I will not leave the city of Iphwang on my own. If the trouble in Nanzhili is the uprising of Sima Weidao, I will go and quell it as my mission.”

“I knew it!”

Another person snorted.

“Didn’t I tell you? A half-ass who hasn’t even inherited the Emperor’s Sword can’t possibly feel responsible for Namjikrye! The author has never even seen the ruby embedded in the Uicheon Sword!”

“Is this the limit of being born a third time…?”

The martial artists of Namjikrye sighed. Some people held the dead Qing Qilin in their mouths. If he had been there, Namjikrye’s martial arts world would have been intact.

Namgung Hwasin remained silent.

He is not a man who acts rashly. He does not shed blood unless there is obvious injustice. The teachings of his older brother, Cheonggi-rin, are based on humility.

That was the thing that made him easily admit defeat to the boy he first saw during the initiation exam for the Imperial Palace in the distant past.

It’s the same now.

I just hope that the people in front of me will get tired and fall down on their own.

“That’s it! Weren’t there any expectations in the first place? Let’s just go and enjoy the martial arts competition. It’s a great opportunity to broaden our horizons.”

“I heard that Ip Hwang Sung has been losing to Shaolin in a series of battles, so I think it will end up being a showdown between Peng Ga and Gu Pa. Baek Gi Rin and Ip Hwang Ma Ga, they are all outsiders who are neither martial artists nor members of the military.”

“Your Majesty is listening. Keep your voice quiet.”

The sarcastic remarks gradually became quieter. Suddenly, a thunderclap occurred in the distance.

It grew rapidly and obscured, and soon took the shape of a faint bolt of lightning and struck the center of the three groups.

bang-!

It was a sword.

There was a red jewel embedded in the handle. Namgung Hwasin opened his mouth blankly.

“The, the Heavenly Sword?”

The shock wave wasn’t that big. It was just a strong wind.

The strong wind rose like a tidal wave and surged downward, and the pressure roughly brought the Namjikrye Gangho people to their knees. The sound of the earth splitting apart was loud.

“what…?!”

“In the sword, a giraffe with a deep heart?”

It was when Masain was muttering.

The old woman standing next to Sogeom-hu opened her eyes again. Sogeom-hu’s arm, which was reflexively holding the sword, was guided down by the old woman’s hand.

“I am not your opponent.”

The old woman, just after the fortune teller stopped her disciple.

Parak-

A man fell from the clear sky.

He is young.

His long hair rippled like ebony, while the dazzling sunlight poured down and turned the hem of his clothes into a sunset color.