Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 433

◈ Grand Master (7)

The purple-colored Ip Hwang-seong brought the old master of Jeongpa to his knees.

This must be because Namgung Muhak, the commander of the Changgeom Army, seemed to be persecuting Namgung Hwasin by putting natural ties first.

The tone of his words was unusual, and his commanding tone was faintly hostile. It was clear that he had stepped forward while watching from afar.

No one pointed out his words or actions.

The young man who came down to this place after chasing the Yukhapjeonseong that the elder brother of the Namgung family had loudly declared, Yeonhwanata’s rank and inaction, and the old Ma family lineage made it possible.

Nowadays, there is no one in Deungbong County who does not know the origin of Jeong Yeon-shin. The standards were different.

“I envy you.”

Pengya, who was standing on the threshold behind those who were confronting him, muttered.

No one looked at her, for the intense pressure was pressing down on everything, along with the howling wind.

It was clearly a type of sword wind that encouraged swordsmanship, and it exerted an oppressive force on the nearby area as if it had some kind of physical entity.

Like the Emperor’s sword of the direct lineage of Namgung.

“… … .”

The silence was heavy. A dozen or so swordsmen from Namgung Se-ga’s side who were escorting the elders trembled with startled expressions on their faces.

They all struggled to get up from their seats, but all they could do was raise one knee by using the Yongcheon point on the sole of their feet to release energy.

Only the crumbs of dirt rubbing against their leather shoes made a rough sound.

However, it was a martial art that was different from the Emperor’s Sword.

The secret of swordsmanship is not to restrict the enemy’s movements.

The only thing that was supposed to come out right before pulling out the sword was the wind of sword force that had the same pressure as the Emperor’s sword.

It was as if the hand of the Qing Qilin, who was helping with the swordsmanship, was wrapping around Jeongyeonshin’s sword wave.

“hmm…….”

Several swordsmen who had witnessed the life and death of Iphwangseong and Namgungsega suppressed their sighs with silence.

There is no such disgrace in the world.

I feel like it would be better if my danjeon were to break.

The swordsmanship that was aimed at them in honor of the dead Grand Duke, and they were unable to handle the swordsmanship and knelt down.

For those from noble families, reputation is like life itself. These are all things that should not be known to the world of martial arts.

The new purple one glanced around. At this time, there was a treasure that countless people were coveting for reasons such as marriage, friendship, and blood relations.

Baek Gi-rin Namgung Hwa-shin, who was looking at the standoff with a somewhat complicated expression, slightly bows his head to Jeong Yeon-shin.

“I apologize for causing you concern.”

“Have you seen it?”

“yes……?”

“no.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been holding the sword and puffing out her chest in a devout manner, lowered her eyes slightly.

He turned his gaze back to Namgung Muhak and urged him to answer.

“Elder Lord.”

The wind blowing from Yeore’s scabbard slowly stopped. The sound of stone fragments rolling down filled the surroundings with an eerie odor.

While the swordsmen of Pengga, who had completely released themselves from Namgung Muhak’s momentum, looked at Jeongyeonshin with awe, the old swordsman of Namgung Sega maintained his kneeling posture.

“It’s a family matter. Please step aside.”

Namgung Muhak spoke slowly in an old, worn-out voice.

The sword wind of the Shim Geuk Girin that had suddenly broken his posture disappeared, but he did not get up from his seat.

“However, I also apologize. The old man has acted rudely and against the law. Your swordsmanship puts me to shame.”

There is nothing that can be done about someone who bows his head and lies prostrate. He is trying to take advantage by bending his lofty pride.

The elder of the Eight Great Families.

In terms of experience, there is no comparison with Jeong Yeon-shin.

At this moment, a great sense of shame rose to the crown of the old swordsman’s head and reddened his wrinkled face, but he was thankful that he was not dealing with the elder lord of Iphwangseong.

‘I didn’t know that the child who dealt with Sejin back then would grow up like this… … .’

It’s better this way.

If an old and corrupt villain were standing before you, you wouldn’t have knelt down, but it’s hard to always save face at the top of the martial arts world.

Because you never know where a monster with incredible strength like Yeonhwanata Seomye might appear.

“I will also ask you carefully. Will you return the Uicheon Sword to your family? The thing you have recovered is a heirloom of the Namgung clan. It is a treasured sword stolen by a scoundrel from the Muryonghoe who has cut ties with the family.”

Each syllable emphasizes the blood ties.

The current Nokokgeomjang is a scaled-down version of the Jeongpa Gangho. Most of those who stay in Jangwon value morality.

Even if Namgung Hwasin had made the decision on his own, it didn’t look good for his superior to step forward and make a decision.

Justification and legitimacy were the life-saving measures of Namgung Muhak.

The eyes of the masters from prestigious families are focused on Jeong Yeon-shin.

The new purple slowly opened her lips.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“… … ?”

“Is Kangho’s favor that light?”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“If you wanted to rebuild your lifeline that was supposed to be cut off by heaven, you should have been a benefactor and not left the family.”

It was a place where only people with extraordinary insight were present. Everyone noticed that Jeong Yeon-shin had mentioned a favor from the past.

The life and death of Iphwangseong and Namgungsega. The elder master who was originally supposed to receive the sword of the new sword master did not participate in the non-combat due to the unknown whereabouts of the elder master of Iphwangseong, who was a member of the non-combat group, and the reason for the personnel match was to balance the numbers.

Even as a person with a high position, it was difficult to say anything.

However, Jeong Yeon-shin is the person who started the life-or-death struggle.

Today, with his subordinate Namgung Hwasin being persecuted, no one would say anything about showing ill feelings towards Namgung Se-ga at this moment.

“You have no intention of confronting me with force, do you? Since you have the Sword of Heaven in your mouth, I will tell you what I think.”

“… … .”

The old swordsman’s body trembled slightly. Namgung Hojok was close to the royal family of Namjikrye.

Such humiliation could not be undone except through suicide, but that was difficult considering the clan’s lineage.

“Tell me… Let me see… … .”

“I give Namgung Hwasin a chance.”

“What…?”

“He is the direct descendant of Namgung and also the black of the Ip Hwang Seong. He is qualified to hold the Yi Cheon Geum, which is the spoil of the original family. If Namgung Hwasin wants it, I will give it to him, but if he does not want it, I will return it to the original owner, Namgung Family. Unlike you, Bon Seong knows the way.”

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin finished speaking, Namgung Mu-hak raised his head. The old swordsman’s gaze was immediately fixed on Namgung Hwa-shin.

“Ashin (兒晨), you may take the Yicheon Sword. It is the purest sword in the world…! It suits you very well, as you have blossomed your swordsmanship like a lotus flower in a swamp. You bring the sword treasure!”

The final words were directed at the swordsman of the Namgung family behind the old man.

The man who had just unwrapped the silk bundle from behind took out the wooden box inside.

Click.

The lid opened with a faint woody scent, and the secret inside revealed a four-character title.

Emperor’s sword shape.

It was the Emperor’s sword type.

Namgung Hwasin’s eyes widened as he stood over Jeongyeonsin’s shoulder.

“This is what you have longed for. Wasn’t this the season that drove you to Iphwangseong?”

The voice of the old swordsman, Namgung Muhak, gradually grew louder.

“Asin! Namjikrye, where your brother laid the foundation, is like a lighthouse in the wind! The commoners are having everything stolen by ronin just as they are about to cook and eat, and the signboard of our family home is on the verge of being taken down by enemies who are eyeing Namjikrye! Please, carry on Sejin’s will! You can lead the Namgung clan as you wish! The Changgunggeomcheondan will follow you!”

The scream was desperate. An old voice scratched the air.

It is to take that subordinate in front of the purple-colored Ip Hwang Seong. It is something that anyone would have to risk their life for.

For a moment, the crowd thought that the new purple hand might crush the old swordsman’s head, but Yeonhwanata Seomye, contrary to popular belief, displayed patience like a gentleman.

“… Wait for some time. Nature respects the will of black.”

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin passed the old swordsman.

Namgung Hwasin, who had been looking down at the elder with a serious look in his eyes for a moment, followed him.

* * *

Namgung Hwasin was a master who was not lacking in any way. From the moment he entered Iphwangseong, the phrase “perfect in ten battles” suited him.

He silently walked the right path and constantly improved as a swordsman. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he had already surpassed the realm of the later index during the Blue Age.

He was almost used as Namgung Se-ga’s secret sword when he was young, so he digested the energy of the elixirs that were melted into his entire body with his true internal energy.

Although he is not as good as Prince Hwangbo, who was born with the Sun Vein, he has created a stamina that can surpass Black.

Added to this are innate qualities and cultivation such as a keen eye for detail.

It was a state of unity between the spirit and the mind.

It was also the result of swinging the sword even while the moon was up. A day felt like an eternity.

People praise Namgung Hwasin as a flawless talent, but in reality, he has never done anything properly.

The fact that he was born an illegitimate child who could not inherit the Emperor’s Sword, the death of his mother who was a dark swordsman, the life-and-death relationship with his sister that he was supposed to tie up, the end of his older brother Namgung Sejin and Suncheon Ikju Ha Do-woon…

I couldn’t decide. I couldn’t even see or hear it.

The seemingly upright posture is more like a learned shell. Namgung Hwasin’s inside is empty.

He was helpless. At this moment, while walking around the training ground with Jeong Yeon-shin, his heart was filled with frustration. He just didn’t show it.

And now, we are in a position where we can truly choose something.

“How are you, Magaju?”

“He has a rough personality, so he uses a lot of strength in his hands. It will take a long time to recover his lost energy.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“It’s not something for the temporary Suncheon Ikju to feel sorry about.”

Jeong Yeon-shin responded indifferently.

Namgung’s bastards were putting Simgeukgirin and Jewanggeomhyeong on the scales, but to him, the already-discovered Seomyeo Mu-maek, even if it was just a monkey’s empty hand, was enough.

“Can I ask you something?”

“say.”

“What happened to the King of Guimyeong and the King of Geumsimun?”

Jeong Yeon-shin paused for a moment. She had not expected that he would first ask about the evil men who had driven Suncheon Ikju Ha Do-un to death. It was because she knew that Namgung Hwa-shin would talk about Cheonggi-rin.

Perhaps it was to avoid being a burden. Up until now, he had never asked Jeong Yeon-shin when the restoration was completed.

“… I got stabbed and left. It was a little ugly.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said what she felt. The other person was a classmate who had gone through the same trial together, so this was acceptable.

Anyway, other than the Qing Qilin and the Ungajeilkwon, there were no impressive opponents.

Namgung Hwasin, who had been silent for a moment as if he had lost his words, slowly opened his mouth.

“I have a lot of debt to pay.”

“debt?”

“My sister and my brother, King Gwimyeong and King Geumsimun… they are all people I should have faced. You took care of them all on my behalf.”

“It’s my favor too.”

“Please give me a chance this time. I realized today that I should have done this a long time ago.”

Suddenly, Namgung Hwasin stopped in his tracks. The emotions that had been hidden behind his clear eyes began to reveal themselves little by little.

There was anger and longing, gratitude blossoming in the midst of detachment and emptiness. Mixed emotions flickered in her pitch-black eyes.

Sarak.

It’s the sound of stiff clothes being crumpled.

“Please.”

Namgung Hwasin slowly knelt down as if turning back twenty-three years of time.

“If you teach me the art of Shin Gongjeol, I will polish the procedures.”

* * *

“I report to the Dark Sword.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Majesty is in the Nokokgeomjang.”

“Margin, that guy?”

“Thanks to that, the main faction is also said to be on a winning streak. They say they met the Jeomchang faction without losing in the middle… … .”

“I’m worried.”

“Yes, finally the old school… I am concerned about the rumor that the sword master of the time stabbed the sun with a sword technique. If that story is true, then isn’t that the end of the four-day sword technique? The sword that could decide the match with Yeongshikbun, the Jumchang Gwanwolsingeom (貫月神劍), is also a problem. It is said that thanks to the internal energy of the Yunnan Mountain monster, it is not inferior to the Shaolin Four Great Diamonds in terms of accumulated energy. This is the power of the old school.”

“Other than that. It’s the dignity of nature.”

“With that much internal energy, and even the swordsmanship he possesses being so outstanding, he has even defeated the true Soyeon Daeju… Yes…?”

“It is an inevitable natural course of action that Yeonshin resembles her mother. But isn’t the remaining son also hearing the sound of the abyss in the world of martial arts?”

“… … .”

“This is the Grand General’s oversight. Putting those two together? If the old man had been around, it would have been different, but I wonder what those old-timers who brag about being immortals would think of each other.”

“I don’t think the Dark Sword has ever considered the gaze of the people.”

“Your grandson’s honor is at stake. You are also the leader of the Great Swordsmanship Corps, so didn’t you say you were curious about the Swordsmanship of Geomryeomseomryung? It is something that is beyond even the most worldly considerations in the world.”

“I haven’t seen the new purple one yet… Anyway, which way would you like to go? There are no official routes for the time being. It means that the secret arts of the Ming clan don’t hide the people’s energy. But if you climb any mountain, all kinds of spirits will get entangled because of this internal strife… … .”

“Follow me. It won’t take long.”

“yes?”

“The ground where the old man walks is the official road.”