Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 425

◈ No pulse (6)

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Two tall men looked into the distance.

A tall nose with a generous expression. They had very similar facial features, but the posture of the young man in the blue uniform of Ip Hwang Seong was too awkward to be standing next to each other.

It looked like he had taken a step back diagonally, as if he didn’t want to get entangled.

A man who looked a little older than him opened his mouth.

“Is it okay for you to disobey your master’s orders like this? It’s been so long since I told you to return to your hometown, and now you’re coming out like this again.”

“You may not know, as it is like a well with deep knowledge, but from the Blue of the Imperial Palace, you can carry out individual missions. If you figure out the current situation in advance and act with discretion, and then report back, your superiors will decide whether to punish you or reward you.”

“I was once the king of Shandong Jianghu. I don’t know much about the behavior of those below Ip Hwang Seong. In any case, they are free, unlike the Sega. When I led the Hwangbo clan, Ip Hwang Seong was like a military camp… … .”

“Once you step into the world of martial arts, your daily life becomes a battlefield. Unlike the pigs of Sega, who have good fortune, you have many enemies. Naturally, you have to have a lot of discretion.”

The words of the seemingly listless young man alternate between politeness and sarcasm.

The sight of her waving red poppies in the dark shadows of her eyes made her words and actions seem natural.

The man snorted like an old man.

“As expected from a horse.”

“What is your grandfather doing here? You have finally returned to the country, but if I were you, I would rather enjoy a life of leisure in Hangzhou than follow around your grandson who has cut ties with the family.”

“Jujiyukrim? I feel like hanging you on a tree branch instead of meat.”

Joson, with his back to Deungbong-hyeon, gazes out at the distant plains.

The Taeyeonryong of Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik.

The former Hwangbo family head, Shin Su-hye Wang Hwangbo Gon.

Wherever their gaze extends, there is Shandong Jinan.

The place where the old Hwangbo family flourished with their omnipotent power. However, at this moment, the wind that blew towards the two people only left behind empty moisture and dispersed.

“Yeah… It’s insulation. Is that why you threw away the four letters of your name? I don’t think the children of Ip Hwang Seong would know.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“How so?”

“Those so-called family members were forcing the people into slave labor for their own gain, but as a grand duke, I couldn’t say a word about it. I was more concerned about my own life, which was about to end, than playing the role of a swordsman.”

“… … .”

“Doesn’t the Hwangbo-ran surname have a long history? It’s too pathetic and lowly to inherit the name our ancestors built, even for our dead family members or myself.”

“You’re doing well at the unmanned play at Iphwangseong.”

Shinsuhyewang spoke casually. However, Taeyeonryong did not respond. He simply bit off a leaf and raised the corners of his mouth.

“Even so, isn’t it too much for you to live without a name? You are the eldest son of the most powerful clan in Shandong.”

“How can a ruined clan be the number one clan in Shandong? In any case, until I know my destiny, I am a Tai Yan Long.”

“If you are going to die like that, at least leave behind descendants. I have no intention of remarrying, so you should at least give a name to your child.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. If you look at the way our great lord’s laws are improving by the day, it would be difficult for anyone to raise a child without a father.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m going to take my leave now. Stay healthy.”

Taeyeonryong turned around, nodding his head slightly towards King Shinsuhye.

A young man with a hero’s hat on his forehead and a girl in a matching white martial arts uniform were waiting for him.

He was accompanied by three magnificent horses, galloping briskly.

King Shinsuhye spoke to his grandson’s back.

“How can someone who can’t achieve the Three Flowers and Three Breaths do something more valuable than leaving behind a seed? You yourself know very well that your energy is uselessly excessive.”

“Even before the union of the spirits, our great master was already good at beating up the so-called high-level masters. What’s the big deal about that little slow-moving spirit…?”

Taeyeonryong replied vaguely and grumbled as he climbed onto his horse.

“It’s really uncomfortable to travel with people with shallow internal energy. Why do you have to go to a post station when running all day with light energy is so hard?”

“Please keep your mouth shut. The poppy smells bad.”

Baekmyo Shin So-bin’s long hair swayed from side to side. This was because she shook her head and rode her horse forward.

Soon, three people on fine horses began to ride across the wilderness, and Heonwonchang’s hearty laughter followed, biting the trail of dust kicked up by his horse’s hooves.

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Jeong Yeon-shin sat quietly in front of a round wooden table when he suddenly felt suspicious. He had heard that there were many famous people among the Shaolin monks.

I thought Shaolin would avoid using wood like Iphwangseong, but it was rare to find anything that wasn’t made of wood, from the pavilion to the table. It was like an ordinary temple.

“Buddha is the one who broke the cycle of reincarnation. If one follows him and takes refuge in Buddhism, then one should break free from any clan customs.”

The one-eyed, armless monk spoke.

Shin Seung Beom-heo, the abbot of Shaolin.

The old monk’s one eye contained a clear vision of Jeongyeonshin.

Did he attain the Buddhist ability to see through others’ minds? It was something he could not have said without seeing through their minds.

‘indeed…….’

It was just as I had heard in my childhood. A great monk of Shaolin who had attained the six supernatural powers through deep training. Respect filled Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

One of Shaolin’s eyes was crooked.

“Don’t be surprised. Everyone asks that.”

The voice was so thick that it was hard to tell if it was a joke or a serious remark. When Jeong Yeon-shin tilted her head slightly to the side, Master Beom-heo suddenly asked.

“How was it when you came up? It seems like it was your first time in Shaolin.”

“It looked peaceful when I looked from outside, but when I came in, the terrain was rugged. If I had come here when I was young, I might have been abandoned by my father.”

He secretly thought he had pulled off a pretty good joke.

This is because I learned the art of the New Sword Master Yong Hee-myeong. However, none of the old members of the old school smiled.

Jeongyeonshin suddenly realized that they were absolute beings who could not help but be well-versed in the secrets of all martial artists.

“You can capture the world of martial arts in just a few words.”

The high sword muttered.

Immediately afterwards, the gaze of the Great Master Beomheo slowly scanned the surroundings. The absolute beings of Mudang, Hwasan, Cheongseong, and Ami calmly accepted his gaze.

“The Purple Lord of the Imperial Palace has entered the palace. I think it is time to discuss the order of the ceremonies.”

“We must remember the original purpose of the Hwasanjiyak held today. It was to prevent the martial arts world from being devastated by something like the destruction of the Hwangbo family. We must not stand by and watch the deaths of many martial artists just because the rules of this martial arts meeting are a matter of life and death.”

Baekyaksaji accepted the words of Master Beomheo.

Amipa Noejeong Gwaneum seemed to be wary of the different blood flowing between Ip Hwang-seong and Peng-ga.

It would be said that he was worthy of being called a great monk in the land of Sacheon. The gentleman of Jeongga was deeply impressed.

“What the situation says is true. Even if they were to take advantage of me personally, they too have lives like beasts. Since it was my fault, I should take pity on them.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke while recalling the wild boars on the mountain behind Jeong Ga-jang.

Naturally, the affectionate gaze of the elder brother of the army returned to him. It was as if he was receiving praise from a grandmother he had never seen before.

“That’s true. It goes beyond bloodlines.”

Cheongsu Jinin of Cheongseong, whose face had been stiff the whole time, rarely opened his mouth slightly. He was a nobleman who did not hide his admiration.

That’s how the meeting of the absolute rulers of Gangho proceeded.

“You’ll need a mediator, won’t you? I’ll tell the main faction’s swordsman to look into it.”

“The Six Kings, Mu-maek, have come to see the Nok-ok Sword Master. One of us must watch their secret battle. The swordsmanship is very fast… … .”

“The high swordsman you mentioned will take charge of the matter. Taegeukwon will be able to handle it more smoothly than the Cheongunjeokha sword of the main sect.”

Soft voices were heard.

As the leaders of the various great sects, the process of creating the rules of the Hwasanjiyak Bimoohoe and determining the match-ups followed.

In front of the arms of Master Beomheo, a letter of unknown origin was spread out like water in the air.

It was said to be a list of martial artists staying at the Nokokgeomjang under Sungsan Mountain. There were countless of them.

“I think it would be a good idea to set up the match like this.”

“It’s a little awkward. The old and new are both scattered.”

“The sooner the bleeding stops, the better.”

Although Yulhanangrang pointed out Gogeom’s brushwork, the shaman’s face, which had taken on the appearance of a young Taoist priest, was filled with stubbornness.

Their top priority at this moment was to prevent any innocent casualties from occurring in the conflict between the two factions.

Strictly speaking, they were a side project of the Yeonbimuhoe, which was intended to punish the leaders of the Pangga without shedding much blood. That was the truth.

As word spread, those who came to expand their knowledge, make their name known, and take advantage of all the benefits that would come with it. These are people who cannot be accepted by the old faction or the new emperor.

Jeongyeonshin felt a strange feeling.

I look down from my seat at the martial world, which moves like waves here and there due to the decisions of the old-school absolutes who harbor no particular ill will. This too was a purple martial world.

‘It’s too high. And… … .’

It’s dangerous.

The position he had risen to was like that, and the power of the top class of martial arts that allowed him to naturally set up a table like this was also like that.

The same would apply to the thirteen heavenly beings, including Taemosanseong and Cheongeukmun. He is now a purple warrior. He must be on guard throughout the world.

‘ah.’

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly realized that he should take this position not as an absolute ruler who exerts influence throughout the martial arts world, but as a purple-colored person with the power of the Imperial Palace.

As the successor to the volcanic pact, I had to have a different attitude.

“Jeong Si-ju.”

“Yes, Master Abbot.”

“Please accept one favor.”

The great monk Beom-heo said. He had a calm weight to him, even though his sleeves were hanging limply on the armrests of his chair.

Jeongyeonshin had to use considerable energy to meet his one eye.

“Unless there is a major commotion, we should all exercise self-restraint.”

The dust that had been dimly coloring the room seemed to part at the sound of a single voice.

A voice that was filled with dizziness instead of strength. Jeongyeonshin immediately figured out the Shaolin abbot’s intentions.

They are literally the absolute rulers of the martial arts world.

Even the most insignificant actions are followed by countless speculations.

Who do you talk to and what do you talk about, who do you associate with and stay with? This is how all the sects and movements of the upper class are connected.

In order for everything decided in this meeting room to function properly, the first thing to do is to prevent variables in advance.

A blue light flashed through Jeongyeonshin’s eyes. It was a glare that signified understanding.

“I have been self-restrained for fifteen years. Your Majesty, you can rest assured.”

He confirmed it calmly.

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Green Jade Sword Master.

This is the place where the volcanic battle will take place in the future. There are eight smoke fields in each direction.

However, the commotion did not subside. It was because of the martial artists who had gathered from all over the vast world. The noise was so loud that it seemed as if it would reach the dim full moon.

“One more drink!”

“Stop for a moment. It seems like the author is turning the small stream right now… … .”

“There’s no way that would be so fearless.”

People gathered together, each with completely different martial arts skills and even different tones of voice.

Debates, fights, drinking parties, and the like took place every day. Among them, there were those who were like dragons in the clouds, and there were only speculations.

“That woman is Jang Bong… … ?”

“Be quiet. This is the Zhou royal family. The emperor himself has requested initiation from the shaman Jang Mun-in… .”

Tall tiled roof.

A woman sitting at the edge of the room, one leg folded, glances down. She is holding a flask of liquor.

The white sleeves embroidered with pine trees, characteristic of the Mudangpa, flowed smoothly like a palace coat.

Even though the face is covered with a translucent cotton cloth, the pupils are still visible because the light in the eyes is exceptionally dark and black.

The muttering warriors hurriedly avoided her gaze.

Shaman Jangbong.

He is a person scheduled to participate in the Volcanic Era with Gogeom.

It wasn’t just her. In the banquet hall under the eaves, words praising the Hwasan Sword, the Sambo Sword, and the Nan Sword were flowing out.

Surrounded by the Shaanxi martial artists, the three men held their backs upright like plum blossom stems without bending. Their appearance was noble rather than arrogant, but it felt natural.

“Hwang…? It’s Hwangseong!”

“Taeyeonryong!”

It was the same when the Ip Hwang Seong party entered the Nok Ok Geom Jang. The Dae Bang Sect masters looked down on each other. This was because they were afraid of gossip being spread before a big event.

Without even looking at each other’s faces, they took control of the nearby space by feeling alone, scanning those they might have to deal with in the future.

Taeyeonryong’s lips rose up as he looked around.

“The old-timers have descended from the clouds.”

“Where is Pengga? Where is the great lord? Do you feel the energy? I heard something from my grandfather… … .”

Shin So-bin looked around here and there and then suddenly closed her mouth.

The feeling of cool air hitting my back. It felt like an invisible wall was surrounding me. The humid summer wind was no longer blowing.

She was covered by the shadow of a man.

“Are you the granddaughter of the head of the Ip Hwang Seong family? You were born with good instincts. After all, bloodlines don’t lie.”

A thick voice cuts through the air.

At that moment, Shin So-bin heard a single word squeezed out like a groan from afar.

Daejeolpaedo. It was the nickname of Peng Gaju, who was once said to be on par with Namgung Gaju. It was also a name that would approach any martial artist as the King of Hell.

Then a large hand touched the back of her neck.

Even though it was clearly a quick ray of light, it felt incredibly slow. The absolute’s time caused such a disconnect with the senses of the lower class.

“What did your grandfather talk about?”

Shin So-bin couldn’t answer. It was right to say that there was no time for that.

Suddenly, a shadow that seemed to have originated from behind the Penggaju was swallowing up the image of the Penggaju of the Great Defeat. In an instant, the moonlight pouring down around them changed to a soft purple color.

“…Who are you?”

Peng Gaju asked a question.

“… … .”

It was obvious how things were going. Someone else was behind the Pang Ga-ju who had followed Shin So-bin. The suffocating silence froze the surroundings.

“Here.”

A familiar voice struck Shin So-bin’s ear. The voice was different from usual.

An incredibly fierce spirit spread out. The night air, laden with moonlight, rippled like waves.

“Announcing the opening of the Volcanic Era.”

“What…?”

“Pull out the way of the penguin. The emperor of the city permits your challenge.”