Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 439

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Shin Seung Beomheodae.

The Shaolin Master declared an early end to the Hwasanjiyak Bimudaejeon. This was because the sporadic uprisings of the martial artists near Dengfeng County had begun to harm the people’s livelihood.

By plundering large quantities of food, water, and livestock, which could be considered lifelines during famine.

Among them, the leader of the Yukwangmun clan close to the main force was subdued by the swordsmen of the Hwasan faction, including the Holy Swordsman Yulhanangrang.

-I wanted to save the six teachers in the text.

The excuse was short. The six kings kept their mouths shut about what orders had led them to rise up or what they were hoping to receive in return.

Some have speculated that Samaoedo, including Taemosanseong, may have made deals with the Thirteen Heavenly Kings.

In order to save the Taesaboo of the Six Kings who were already on the verge of death, there was virtually no other way than using Banro Hwandong or Yeokcheon’s magic and martial arts.

Great famine.

The knights were put to the test in troubled times.

Should I not let go of my chivalry while starving, or should I fill my stomach while losing my dignity and honor to plan for the future?

Those who responded to the uprising of the Six Kings chose the latter.

They secretly carried out plunder throughout the relatively fertile land of Hanam, but were destroyed by the immortals of the old faction.

In addition to the Hwasan faction that focused on the pursuit of the Yukwangmun leader, the swords of Ami, Jeomchang, Cheongseong, and Mudang also showed off their might.

The martial arts of the old school immortals who finally came down were worthy of the saying, “a thousand-year-old veinless.”

It was as if the whole world had been exposed to the fact that the wave that was watching over the people was not just Iphwangseong.

Some scholars used to argue about which side had more influence, the old one or the new one.

Because the human nature of the world has become barren, and the value of negotiation has fallen to the ground due to the need for survival.

It was a competitive situation that no one wanted.

“… The abbot of Shaolin Temple opened the world of killing?”

“It seems like the Jeonggadonggong is in disarray right now… right? It was certainly a grateful thing, but even the Shinsungs and the Buddhist statues in the Daeungjeon of Shaolin Temple can’t say that the weeding was because of the Great Lord. After all, even the world’s Shaolin is not free from factions. And Master Bangjang is at the center of it all.”

“clique?”

“The terrifying words like “slaying evil spirits” originally came from Shaolin. However, there seem to be monks who want to return to the great Buddhist law. The great monk does not force his disciples to follow his example, but in his younger days, the number of Sima Wei-do warriors who had their heads blown off by him was much greater than the number of corrupt officials who were beheaded by the great virtuous elder. I heard he was almost excommunicated several times.”

A story flowing out from inside a carriage surrounded by the unmanned people of Ip Hwang Seong. It was a conversation between Jeong Yeon-shin and Shin So-bin, sitting inside a cozy carriage.

“A person’s temperament can be more violent than that of your maternal grandfather… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s words trailed off, and Shin So-bin continued talking as if she hadn’t heard.

“Now, since he is close to being the best in the political world, no one can say anything. But this is the first time I have seen the elder of the religious world acknowledge someone.”

“hmm.”

Originally, the new king was lying in a large palanquin, but as soon as he regained consciousness, he ordered a carriage to be brought to him.

Because I once heard about the ‘Magwangikju Yangyang Gaesangsik’, albeit belatedly. From none other than my maternal uncle Majin.

There was an additional comment that since everyone already knows your merits, it would be even better if you were humble. Jeong Yeon-shin had no choice but to nod her head, however timidly.

Because I couldn’t make excuses for my subordinates in the given position.

‘You’ll be joining us soon, right?’

Margin remained in the Nokokgeomjang for a while. It was to discuss with the old faction leaders on behalf of Jeong Yeon-shin.

It was necessary to have time for the major factions, which rarely gathered together in one place, to discuss what kind of power they would have and how much territory they would be able to protect in the future.

If he were the Emperor’s son, he would be a worthy candidate for the new purple deputy, even if his personality was somewhat unethical.

The time of Jeongyeonshin, which was originally scattered in many places, flowed in one line. Towards Yangyang, the land he could not return to for a long time. Where his home was.

“… … .”

Inside the carriage.

Jeongyeon Shin closes her slightly open mouth.

The rattling sound of the cart wheels was occasionally mixed with the neighing of horses.

Shin So-bin’s hair swayed back and forth under the nape of her neck in time with the vibration.

The disciple of Seomye Mu-maek looked at Jeong Yeon-shin, who was sitting across from him, with the corners of his lips slightly raised as if he found it amusing.

Her great master was like a country boy, and he liked Taoists and monks. Naturally, the story of the great monk Beomheo must have come as a shock.

However, the purple-colored Iphwangseong must know everything about the martial arts world. From unknown secrets to things that are close to common sense.

Shin So-bin opened her mouth again to remain as Jeong Yeon-shin’s direct subordinate even in the upcoming reorganization.

Since she was still lacking in martial arts, she had to prove her usefulness as someone from a prestigious family. She didn’t even know how the personnel affairs centered around the new purple would be carried out.

“My grandfather told me to keep the Shaolin faction story a secret, but I think you should know about it. You’ll start to clash with the old faction.”

“I’m old?”

“Yes! Now you know the hand of Shin Seung. One day, when the Lord is given a mission to capture someone in Hanam, we may have to confront each other for a short time. There are many other cases besides that.”

There was also a clash between Ma Gwang-ik and the Plum Blossom Inspectors over the treatment of disciples of the Hwasanpa who broke the law.

The story before Jeongyeonshin entered the Iphwangseong. Purple is the hierarchy that ultimately takes responsibility for such incidents. Through worldly conduct or martial arts.

Suddenly, Jeong Yeon-shin thought of Yul Ha-nan-rang, who always had a smiling face.

Will the time ever come when she and the other old sect members will have to share victory and defeat in a real battle? The world is already in chaos with just the thirteen thousand Sima Yi clans and the northern demon tribes.

Swish.

He shook his head internally and took out a letter from his bosom. It was a document with the words, “Yeonshin, look at it,” written in a monstrous manner. It was the letter from his maternal grandfather that Heonwonchang had given him earlier.

I haven’t been able to open the seal yet because I’ve been reporting on the progress of work to my colleagues. It would have been better to open it before dawn.

Sarak.

The rough texture of the paper and the traces of brushstrokes that were difficult to recognize were revealed. Jeong Yeon-shin activated her eye technique and read the text.

[Yeonshin-ah, it’s Grandfather.

It is very good to see your appearance brighter. I knew that long robe would suit you well. I also wonder how the Emperor looked in your eyes. I hope we can talk someday.

I also heard from that Yongga guy that you treated the shaman Malko poorly.

This grandfather was secretly looking forward to the day when he could teach his grandson to lead, but he overlooked the fact that you were born with a natural spirit deep in your bones. It is a pity, but I am also proud of you.

Now you must know that you are not inferior to anyone in the entire martial arts world.

Even the Lord of the Castle treats the purple people of nature as colleagues, not subordinates, so what can be above us?

I am familiar with the affairs of Sacheon.

The death of Suncheon Ikju Ha Do-un is not your fault. The death of a natural warrior is a common occurrence in the military, and since you have settled the debt with your own hands, that is enough.

Think deeply, but do not mourn for too long and disgrace Suncheon Ikju. He was loyal to this country.

Anyway, I’m amazed at your accomplishments.

The completed unmanned swordsman was right in front of Grandfather. The sight of the swordsman’s clumsily rejuvenated swordsman being blocked by your self-defense power… I think now you will be able to feel uneasy even after seeing Grandfather’s first meal.

Nobu is called grandfather by the best god in the world, so he will work even harder to become a wall for his grandson.

I have more to say, but the space is limited.

The dragon guy said he couldn’t tell you in advance because he didn’t have the brains to do it, but since you’ve turned purple, there’s something you absolutely must know.

I’m talking about the spirit you stabbed to death in Beijing a while ago. There are many spider-like, monstrous beings with that person’s face all over the place.

They are so clever that they hide themselves with their own energy, so ordinary people have difficulty seeing the existence of spirits.

It is said that the only things that can be dealt with are the crazy horsemen dancing with swords in the mountains and the thugs who are skilled at hitting people while chanting curses.

These are chaotic times.

There are invisible doors all over the world, spitting out powerful beings from time to time.

The nine Malko and Ddaengjung factions are busy chasing them, but the Sima Oedo faction, who are trying to break their skulls, are busy blocking or using the work to fill their own stomachs.

At best, Jongnam’s old sword ghost cut through the gate of Seomseo and returned to the lowly state, but it was clearly against common sense, so even the emperor could not guess what method it was.

That damn old man. He should have left a note before he died.

Yeonshin-ah.

Now, Grandfather is entering the den of the evil spirits that are causing chaos in the world. He will probably be in a state of turmoil for a long time.

While fulfilling the purple duty given to this grandfather, I will also find something that can be of help to you. At the very least, I will bring you a bundle of inner threads that will extend your life.

Yongga and Nobu will exterminate all that is not human.

You will oppress the world.

Cut off the heads of those who wield swords without law and without fear, and crush the troubled times that are brewing.

Purple is sunset.

It is the color of the West River that announces the end of a busy world.

You should do it. You can do it.

also.

Stay healthy.

The elixir enclosed in the wooden armor is said to be a piece of the inner shell of an imugi.

I tried to cut it out completely, but it was so agile and strong that I had no choice but to crush its scales and flesh all together. I hope this proves useful.]

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin silently rolled up the letter and put it in her bosom. Then, another letter with a small attachment came into her fingertips. When she opened it, she saw a short piece of advice written on it.

[Yeonshin-ah, I’ll add one more thing because I’m worried.

The old man, Iphwangma-ga-ju, expressed his concern about your personality. The old man shouted at him, asking who would worry about whom, but there was some truth to what he said.

Any divine sword recognized by the world will be recognized by everyone even if it doesn’t show off its sharp blade.

To put it bluntly, I can’t rest easy because you haven’t been able to pass down the Maga bloodline to the next generation. Accumulate virtue and make many friends. I hope you can wisely navigate this turbulent world.]

Jeong Yeon-shin folded the letter ten times, made it the size of a speck of dust, and put it in her bosom. It would have been better not to open it.

“I don’t want to ask what it says.”

Shin So-bin, who had been staring at him intently, spoke briefly. Her expression was different from the story. She seemed very curious about the calves wrapped in loose white uniforms moving.

Jeongyeonshin nodded with a slightly red face as a small amount of anger welled up inside her. She felt the signs of a demonic possession due to internal and external injuries that she had not yet fully dealt with.

Even if the disciple asked him back, he had no intention of answering.

‘If I only eat the fruit… … .’

The day when we no longer depend on those around us, the world will witness the spectacle of the three generations of the Magi competing in knowledge and etiquette using the Four Books and Three Classics.

Even if we leave aside the most important thing, such as when he will inherit the position of the Shingeomdanju and reap the fruits.

‘When will it arrive?’

He said it was everything about the famous family. It was so far away.

Also, the Iphwangseong is a breakwater that was opened along with the foundation of the country. There are procedures and laws that have been built up over time.

Jeong Yeon-shin leaned back against the backrest. When she meets the Grand General this time, she will know exactly how far she has come in achieving her goal.

For now, it was enough to look back at the Suncheon Ikju and Jongnam Geomseon mentioned in the letter.

“Sobin, I heard that the Namgung family’s unmanned personnel came to Jeonggajang?”

“That’s true, but he didn’t follow me. It seemed like he had given up for now.”

Jeong Yeon-shin nods her head at Shin So-bin’s calm response. The carriage carrying the new purple robe back to the main castle was fast and peaceful.

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It was dusty.

The ground was covered with large pits here and there. The earth was rumbling and sighing. Rapid voices were coming and going from the smoke.

“I’ve gathered the relevant information!”

“Report.”

“There is a record that thirty-six Blood Flame Church branches were discovered in ruins. Two of them are believed to have been under the jurisdiction of the Sixth and Eighth Sects, respectively, but the whereabouts of the branch leaders are said to be unknown.”

“Is it your doing?”

Inyoung asks, her figure hidden in the translucent dust. With sharp ears that seem to have been honed by a whetstone, and with her sword and bow at the same time.

It wasn’t directed at the luggage.

The mysterious master’s question traveled a distance of more than a hundred steps.

Sabak.

A long leg stepped on that spot, along with the hem of a very red robe.

Long, flowing hair that seems to have escaped the wind of the mind. It is extremely dark black hair. It is as black as the night sky where there is nothing.

On the other hand, her strangely white and beautiful face was clear even in the thick fog. She wore a black eye patch with gold thread embroidered on one eye, and the pupil of the other eye was blood red.

“How do you know all that?”

The True Blood Cult Leader asked back. He was wearing transcendence all over his body.

The fog was penetrating her body like a lie. Even in the hazy space, the true blood cult leader’s entire body stood out clearly.

However, the presence of the people confronting her was not weak. Rather, it could be said to be overwhelming.

No one looks intimidated.

“We are the Lord.”

The leading clan master spoke calmly. The corners of the True Blood Cult Leader’s red lips slightly rose.

“Somehow, it was royalty. I came to the right place.”

She continued speaking slowly.

“It was hard to find.”

A sinister red eye glances upward.

There was a castle.

At this moment, a wall is casting a vast shadow over the body of the True Blood Cult Leader.

It filled the field of vision with its copper-colored color and somewhat rough texture, and its size was difficult to gauge with the human eye.

It was so far beyond the scope of perception that even its proper appearance could not be identified.

It was a world-class tree.

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Rattling.

The sound of the wheels was noticeable.

It was after Jeong Yeon-shin and her party crossed Hanam and came down to the land of Hogwang. An ebony night was descending from the twilight sky.

“Hmm… … ?”

Heonwonchang, who was riding his fine horse in the lead, shows a look of doubt because he can’t feel any human presence even though the big city of Yangyang is just around the corner.

Yangyang, where the Iphwangseong clan took root, is famous for being a land that prospers as the world becomes more chaotic, but this safe metropolis was strangely engulfed in silence.

There were no human figures on top of the huge castle that could be seen from afar. The faces of the Magwangik masters who had been thinking about improvement rituals became serious.

“Unless the city is dead.”

Taeyeonryong muttered.

Something that would be difficult for anyone to imagine.

There are three black men who have returned as standing forces of Iphwangseong. They are Aksurim, Hahuwijin, and Yullyeongdaeju Yunsoyu.

If you include the Grand General, who is famous for being a master of both literature and martial arts, there are four great generals. They cannot be easily defeated.

“Are you going with full power?”

It was when one of the blue guards asked the carriage.

Below the hill they climbed.

Suddenly, something very small happened. It was something so minute that it would be difficult for anyone but an expert to discern it.

In the middle of the vast city, a single purple lantern rose.