Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 423

◈ No pulse (4)

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There is a saying, “A man of great ability in the world emerges from Shaolin.”

It was said that if you trace the origins of the countless martial arts schools and all kinds of martial arts traditions that have branched off to this day, you will find yourself in the rugged foothills of Mt. Sung. Even Sima Weidao could not deny this.

Jungak Sungsan.

This is where the Shaolin Temple was founded.

It was also the place where the youngest son of Hanam Jeonggajang hoped to climb someday.

To pray for the repose of his mother’s soul. At that time, Jeongyeonsin regarded the famous Shaolin monks as living Buddhas.

‘But my father went alone.’

Jeongyeonshin slowly walked up the narrow path that unfolded before her eyes. Every single footprint faintly engraved on the dirt floor was filled with emotions from her childhood.

His father, Jeong Ban-ak, truly loved his mother, Mayeon-sang.

The person who caused the misfortune said that he should not pray for the repose of his mother’s soul. It was something that had to be accepted.

So, this was Jeong Yeon-shin’s first time setting foot on Sungsan.

Saaaaa―

The forest spreads its damp breath.

The moisture carried by the summer wind dyed the grass leaves even greener, while the leaves hanging in rows on the cypress trees swayed slightly to and fro in the sunlight.

Around it, pale yellow cliffs stretched out vastly.

It’s a spectacular view.

But it doesn’t matter.

At this moment, the beings that entered Jeongyeonshin’s field of vision were much clearer than the scenery of Sungsan.

It was the feeling and presence. There was no one whose fame was lesser than that of Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik Ju.

“It looks like the message was delivered properly. Thanks for coming on time.”

A boy wearing a white robe walked down the air with a backpack on his back. The hem of his robe, engraved with a pine tree pattern, swayed gently like a cloud.

The highest sword in the Daemu Party.

Jeongyeonshin’s expression became clouded. Suddenly, her toes began to tingle, and an urgent impulse dug into her heart. It felt like she had to kick something to get rid of it.

“I pay my respects to the true being.”

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly raised both hands together. The lottery ticket was imbued with an unprecedented politeness, as it was to guard his bed in the future.

“I was rude the other day. I deeply apologize.”

“It was rude of you to interfere in the Shingeomdan’s banquet without notice.”

The shaman Gogeom waved his hand with an indifferent expression. Jeong Yeon-shin’s complexion brightened somewhat.

The old man with the largest bowl in the world was here.

‘Almost the Supreme Old Lord.’

It was a time when he felt greatly relieved inside.

“More than that… … .”

The old man, who had the appearance of a boy, looked Jeongyeonshin up and down with his eyes low. Immediately, a satisfied smile appeared on Gogeom’s lips.

“Congratulations. It was worth submitting a petition to Beijing. The Emperor takes special care of our clan.”

“I heard from His Highness the Crown Prince. I have no choice but to thank you…”

“Primitive eye diagnosis. We are grateful.”

The high sword spat out Doho and dismissed Jeong Yeon-shin’s words. Whatever it meant, it didn’t matter much to Jeong Yeon-shin. At least for now.

“Situation, Jin-in.”

Jeong Yeon-shin raised the lottery again toward those visible over Gogeum’s shoulder. It was the right place to do so.

The true and absolute ruler of the Sacheon land, the elders of Ami and Cheongseong were looking at him.

An old nun and a famous Taoist priest.

“Another step forward on the pole that is over a hundred feet tall.”

While Baekyaksaetae had a gentle smile on her face as if she had been there from the first time they met, the expression on the face of the Taoist priest standing next to her was strange.

“Purple… … .”

Cheongseong Jangmun-in mutters with an expression that makes it difficult to read his thoughts.

Yangbyeokgeomgun Cheongsujinin. He is the great master who is reviving Cheongseongpa, which lost its leader to the Paegeomjongju, at an incredible speed.

It was said that his skills were beyond those of a gentleman and that he deserved to be called a giant.

How about the Brain and Mind Guanyin Baekyaksa incident?

There is time behind that smile. He is a person who has supported the Sacheon martial arts world for decades against sporadic attacks from the Geumsimun, Sipjeonmun, Sunmaryeon, and the Blood Flame Cult branches.

The name of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva attached to the nickname represents his inaction and state of mind.

“It was the same last time you were drinking, but even when Lee Ji is sober, his expression is still solemn and arrogant. He resembles the traitor without seeming to resemble him.”

The boy Taoist priest, Gogeomjinin, looked up at him and said.

While Jeong Yeon-shin was thinking back over the faces of those gathered here, the weight of the sword was no less than that of the Noejeong Gwan-eum.

‘The shaman’s great master… … .’

A person who has been in complete replacement for the shaman Jang Moon-in, who has been in hiding for a long time for some reason, for over ten years. He is the incarnation of the Taegeuk Mu-maek of the shaman faction, represented by Hyegeom (慧劍), Sipdan Geum, and Jeunjong.

Even though we were facing each other up close, it was difficult to easily predict the odds of victory.

“Hey, can’t you see me?”

In the boy’s dojo of the Hwasan faction, who was far from being a gentleman, Yu-Hyeon suddenly approached him and spoke to Jeong-Yeon-Shin.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t answer. She said that true friends are those who are always welcome, precious, and always insignificant.

For him, the reunion with the absolute being of the Hwasanpa, who was pressing Yu-Hyeon’s head and stepping on the ground, was more important at this moment.

“Long story.”

Jeongyeon Shin raised both hands together with a bow.

A woman with an old sword attached to her waist opens her eyes wide. Was it her subconscious that stirred her energy? In that moment, a transcendental sword skill flowed out from her sandals.

The grass that had been dry and crushed by the pure white sandals quickly regained its green color.

Holy Sword God Yulha.

She, who had once been carried down the snowy mountain on Jeong Yeon-shin’s back after being defeated by the Demon Sword Master, now looked at him from a lower eye level than Jeong Yeon-shin.

Even though I don’t know what happened, his height was clearly different.

“You… are an island?”

The end of Yulhanangrang’s words went up. Perhaps it was because he was not of the famous clan. He touched Jeongyeonshin’s face with his eyes that were filled with a faint purple light.

It seemed as if no previous features had been found on his face.

‘no.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. It must be because of her arms and legs. A peerless master is someone who examines his opponents not by their facial features but by their stamina.

“You’ve grown so well in such a short time.”

Yulhanangrang expressed her admiration without holding back. She was a person who was as splendid and free-spirited as fluttering plum blossom petals.

She was the one who provoked even the lord of the sword. It couldn’t have been an empty promise.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had a small sense of satisfaction inside, opened the lottery ticket. Then, she slowly opened her lips.

“I put the medicine you sent me through Plum Blossom Inspection Yu Hyeon to good use. I should have met you in person to express my gratitude, but I am glad that we are reunited like this.”

“I’m sure you’ve learned a lot over the years, but what I gave you seems to have been put to good use as well. I didn’t know I’d be making eye contact here.”

“… … ?”

“There was something I had to take care of before the volcanic eruption. Now that you’ve come, Ip Hwang Seong has filled the position.”

Yulhanangrang has experienced Jeongyeonshin’s fight with his whole body while riding on his back. It was in the Cheonrajimang of Seolsan.

At this moment, he may have been raising his eyelashes at Jeongyeonshin’s transformation, but he didn’t seem particularly surprised to see her wearing a purple robe.

If you are a volcano expert, you are a strong competitor to the volcano pill.

Jeong Yeon-shin questioned the words “what needs to be done” and looked at Yul Ha-nan-rang in silence for a short while.

‘I can’t read it.’

It’s like when I first met her as a black person.

A perfect rebuttal. I can’t feel anything. Only a vague image of a crimson plum blossom petal comes to mind.

As I focused my senses a little more, the image of the sky and the earth meeting with the sunset in the middle flashed through my mind.

Then suddenly our eyes meet hers.

Then Yulhanangrang’s eyes gently curved.

“The sword in your heart is too deep. How far do you plan to go in?”

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t answer. She just looked at him with her eyelids slightly lowered, like a swordsman lost in his own thoughts.

“…Was I being sensitive? Anyway, follow me.”

Yulhanangrang tilted her head slightly and turned around. The sound of her pants rustling made her feel less real.

Along with the face of Kogeomjinin, who was smiling wisely at Jeongyeonshin next to him.

It was obvious.

The only person who could be taken lightly on this peak was the youngest plum blossom inspector, Yu Hyeon.

‘Here is… … .’

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly realized that she was standing in the middle of the people she had admired as a child.

The highest level of martial arts. You must fight with those who stand at the top of the vast and boundless world of martial arts.

Ami’s Baekyaksa and Cheongseong’s Cheongsujinin.

The shaman’s high-level examination and the volcano’s Yulhanangrang.

And the Sword Master whom I met briefly earlier, and the Shaolin Master whose whereabouts I don’t know at this moment.

Excluding Cheongsu Jinin, these are the ones who have reigned at the top of the martial arts world for tens to hundreds of years.

The reputation and position they have built up over the years are incomparable to those of any other powerful people. When Jeong Yeon-shin was the youngest of the insignificant Jeong family, they were already old absolutes.

The seventeen-year-old young man suddenly felt a great sense of alienation. I, here… …?

‘This is the place where the leader should be present.’

The sects that were flocking to Deungbong-hyeon today to participate in the volcanic elixir were not concerned.

Even Peng Ga, the leader of the Eight Great Families, was not on Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind at the moment.

“How wonderful. Even here, you are savoring the air of Sungsan.”

Cheongsujinin looked at him blankly and spoke. Baekyaksaetae’s wrinkled neck, which was next to him, moved slightly. That was why she laughed softly.

“You could say it’s spirit. A peerless master of that age would have both the spirit and martial arts that we lack.”

“What you say seems right.”

“Follow me slowly. This is a place where we can discuss the world, so organize your thoughts well.”

The prosecutor added to Jeong Yeon-shin.

Damn it.

The four peerless masters turn around and climb the narrow path.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been staring blankly at their backs for a moment, turned his head away. This was because Plum Blossom Inspector Yu Hyeon had tapped him on the back.

“Are you okay?”

“what?”

Jeongyeonshin tried to ask in an indifferent tone. However, Yuhyeon’s eyes were sharper than those of the most famous people.

“You have a very sharp aura. You’re like a sharp knife pickled in hell.”

“what?”

“Those clothes don’t look like the uniforms of a great general. You must have a sense of responsibility. Or is it because you haven’t stopped fighting all this time? The rumors that have your name on them smell like blood. It’s a miracle that you’re still intact.”

“It was a little tough.”

“I’ve never seen our teacher so nervous before.”

Yoo-Hyeon whispered cautiously. Jeong-Yeon-Shin shook her head inwardly.

I don’t know what’s on the minds of the other long-suffering people, but I’m sure I’m the most nervous person in the room.

-The sword in your heart is too deep. How far do you plan to go?

The words that Yulhanangrang had said. It was something that could not be said without feeling Jeongyeonshin’s energy with her whole body.

“You measured the level of harmony in the mind just now? How about going all the way in? Our master is bright and cheerful outside, but he’s practically a tyrant at the main temple… .”

Yu-Hyeon’s head suddenly sank. Jeong Yeon-Shin glanced up and saw the back of Yul-Ha-Nang-Rang, who was shaking off one of her hands. It was a fierce battle.

I had no hesitation in asking my master to scold me. I deserved to get beaten up.

‘but…….’

It was enough to make Jeong Yeon-shin, who was nervous due to the magnitude of the power that would be transferred as a result of the volcanic elixir, laugh.

Yuhyeon was a good friend. Maybe the only one in my life… … .

“Be good to your teacher.”

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly thought of Iphwangseongju and spoke. There was a faint line drawn at the corner of her mouth.

Yu-Hyeon was busy stroking the back of his head, wondering if his master’s shin was in a lot of pain. It was only when Jeong Yeon-Shin took a step back that he blurted out a word.

“I can’t follow you. It’s a very serious situation.”

“The Masain of Iphwangma is the same age as us. Come see him when you feel lonely.”

“Oh, Magunja? Of course I know. He’s famous in Deungbonghyeon. He gets beaten up by Sosinseung all the time.”

“Demon King…?”

For a moment, Jeongyeonshin’s eyes wavered. Yuhyeon nodded nonchalantly and gestured forward.

“Go quickly. Don’t be surprised to see the head monk. Stay healthy.”

Yu-Hyeon’s urging was right. The elders of the Buddhist and Taoist sects were waiting for him.

In a gathering of such peerless masters, there would be no way that the only things being discussed would be about martial arts. As the leader of the Daemun sect, there would be a lot of issues that need to be discussed.

Jeong Yeon-shin had to leave her waving friend behind and walk towards the temple built on the remote peak of Sungsan Mountain.

Damn it.

The sunlight broke through the hem of his trousers.

Following that fragment, purple, orange, and occasionally golden light are finely mixed together. Colors that calm Jeongyeonshin’s mind.

‘Conquer the volcanic elixir.’

The highest ranking official in the newly ascended purple throne.

It was the day I entered the meeting place of the absolute leaders of the Old Gate Sect.