Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 45

preparation

Jeong Yeon-shin thought it was not good. It was a rough world. Arrogance is an emotion that encourages a short life.

It is not a heart that can be embraced before even eating the fruit.

Just because many people consider you a genius doesn’t mean you should really think so.

‘Just give me the fruit, and I’ll do anything.’

I gave myself a hint. I thought of the green eyes and crooked smile of the Emperor of Heaven.

It feels like falling into an abyss.

While I was mentally praying for the fruit of the Heavenly Tree, the door to the pavilion opened.

* * *

It was said that this was something that had never happened before. It was said that the Crown Prince had personally requested it.

Some sharp seniors have spoken.

Since there was no reason to treat Seomye privately, he came up with the excuse of congratulating Daemyung’s sword.

“You are the blue warriors who have been promoted this time.”

Jeong Yeon-sin met the third heaven of the Ming Dynasty.

There was no need for Do Yu-won to advise him, as he was already famous for his capricious behavior.

“I am the crown prince of this country.”

He was a beautiful man with an incredibly handsome appearance.

The ears, which are like the tip of a sword, look familiar. Should I add five and a half more?

He looked similar in height to Jeong Yeon-shin, who had grown significantly recently.

Beneath his thick, pitch-black eyebrows, his eyes flashed with a dark, thunderous glare.

The feeling of being alone in the sunlight streaming in from the side.

There was an innate majesty in his gaze as he scanned the blue warriors who were taking the example.

Could this be the energy of one born with the destiny to rule the world?

I already told you to raise your head, but in reality, only Jeong Yeon-shin did so.

‘I’m not going to take credit for you.’

Even the emperor, who already possessed great martial arts skills, treated the Lord of the Imperial Castle as his king.

It was said that she was the one who taught martial arts to the current emperor and crown prince.

The old Grand Master of Daemyung. Even with the power of the Crown Prince, he cannot do anything about the fruit of the Heavenly Tree, so this meeting is meaningless to Jeong Yeon-sin.

Loyalty was like that too. It was something that happened only after living.

‘I should probably ask the Lord for some guidance. Maybe it would be better to ask for his guidance.’

We were lost in thought. Suddenly, our eyes met. His pitch-black eyes held a strange curiosity.

“It’s you.”

The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty opened his mouth.

“Can you play with a sword?”

“······?”

“There are many cases where famous swordsmen can sing a sword name with just one sword. Sword song is different. It is the realm of controlling true energy. It is said that one must have an innate sense to turn a sword name into a song.”

It was a time when I was silent about a word that had no context. Suddenly, the crown prince burst into laughter.

“I heard that you have outstanding qualities. Aren’t you the same age?”

It was an unconventional statement. His words and actions showed tremendous self-esteem.

It felt like he was saying that no one in the world could do anything to him.

“It is rare for me to have something taken away from me. It was even more so when it came to attention. But the Grand Master paid attention to you. I, who was studying under him, felt it too. I felt jealousy in my heart.”

“···I am embarrassed.”

“No. It is my fault. It is something that cannot happen as the grandson of the emperor. It is the result of my lack of virtue, my imperfection. I wanted to confirm your qualities. I hoped that this shame would be diluted even a little.”

The Crown Prince’s eyes were very straight.

As expected, he had mastered the art of the Supreme Master, and his eyes had the characteristic glare of a master, but it felt like he had something more than that.

‘verve.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

The painting of the Jongnam faction’s Wijimyo is called Geomryong, but for that person, the word ‘dragon’ is enough.

There is a reason why the titles of Crown Prince and Crown Prince are the same in Ming.

I had no idea. That was the kind of bloodline that spanned the world.

“But it seems that you are asking for too much. Swordplay is the most luxurious entertainment among all arts in the world. Since it is something that only the royal family can understand, how can I ask you? All I have heard from my father, the crown prince, is that. I am sorry and ashamed.”

The Crown Prince smiled faintly and turned around with his luggage on his back.

“Everyone, go back. It was a pleasant meeting.”

* * *

“How was His Highness the Crown Prince? I have only seen him from afar.”

I had just finished finishing all my schedule.

Shin So-bin pushed her small face in. Ma Gwang-ik and Jeon Won-woo were waiting without even going into the bedroom.

A banquet hall was set up in Daeyeonmujang. Could it be the power of Iphwangseong Ma Gwang-ik?

“Well, I got the order to leave too soon.”

Jeongyeonshin gave a vague answer. The fragrant smell of the banquet seemed to stimulate her lower abdomen.

After experiencing an event that was out of the ordinary in my life, I felt even hungrier.

Today, Jeongyeonshin also had no choice but to drink alcohol. Even though she was worried about the luck of the morning meal. Because Heonwonchang said he brought it in after much thought.

Shaoxing wine.

It was said to be a precious liquor that came to Yangyang from a very distant place called Zhejiang.

Heonwonchang ran all the way to Yangyang Jeiljuru and rescued him.

‘Is this tasty?’

My colleagues’ feelings and the taste of alcohol were separate things.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who took a sip with Margin’s compliments, frowned without realizing it.

The seniors giggled. Even his junior, Shin So-bin, looked at him like a child.

“The island is blue.”

“It’s such a short period of time that it’s hard to call it a generation gap.”

“Aren’t the achievements you’ve made substantial? I was terrified even during the Eight Threats and the Sword, but the eyes of the Seven Sado······”

They were all talking noisily.

Even the most respected masters of Iphwangseong were like commoners when they drank alcohol.

In it, Jeong Yeon-shin recalled the task the crown prince had given her.

The assignment was purely Jeongyeonshin’s idea. It was just a ray of inspiration that struck her mind and she became interested.

‘It’s called Geomga. It’s about playing music with the sound of a sword.’

There were many rumors I heard when I came to Iphwangseong. One time, I heard a story about sound power.

They said that Kangho’s story is famous.

There was a story about a master who played the seven-stringed zither and defeated a hundred men.

He said that he blew the strings a few times and rang the enemy’s ears.

It wasn’t hard to guess the meaning.

‘Real.’

In the end, it was all about internal energy. The question was how much the effectiveness of the energy carried in the atmosphere could be increased.

There the difference between the first-rate martial arts and the third-rate martial arts was drawn.

‘I might be able to raise the yin yang with a sword.’

If successful, it will become easier to deal with multiple enemies.

“Drink!”

“We ran out of side dishes here!”

Are all drinking parties like this?

Now the banquet was no longer a celebration of island culture. It seemed like everyone was just enjoying themselves, which actually made me feel at ease.

Jeong Yeon-shin began to plan a conspiracy while drinking heavily with Heon Won-chang.

The noisy day came to an end. The moonlit night was warm.

* * *

The next day, there was still work to be done. This time, it was said to be a reward for the blue promotion.

“Choose quickly. They are all famous swords.”

He was a man who looked to be a little above Jeong Yeon-shin’s waist. He had a thick beard and short arms and legs.

Instead, the thickness of his arms was enormous.

As for the muscles that were visible on the outside, they looked stronger than Jeong Yeon-shin who had honed his skills.

“But isn’t there something that fits your hand?”

“It was made to fit everyone in the world. Anyone should look back on their own martial arts skills before blaming the weapon.”

It felt like I was seeing a man’s mouth covered by a beard.

It seemed as if he had an expression full of pride.

The armory of Iphwangseong Blacksmith, known for its blacksmithing skills that are said to be the best in the world.

Jeongyeonshin met the Iron Tribe for the first time in her life.

These people settled in the Central Plains and helped found the country together with the Ming clan. They were treated completely differently from the Saekmok people of the Western Regions.

The royal family hid it tightly in the Central Plains. The martial artists did the same.

He said that he looked at the talents of the Iron Tribe rather than their short stature.

‘Because I said I would even make a new sword.’

Jeongyeonsin and Cheongmyeong looked around the armory. All the weapons looked extraordinary. It really seemed like they could choose anything.

Cheongmyeong, with a smiling face, opened his mouth.

“But you have to be careful. It’s only one promotion reward. They say that if you turn black, you can take something else.”

“Look here, Blue Eyed Demon Sword. Is this little guy really blue? I can’t believe it. I’ve never heard of such a case. No matter how indifferent our clan is to the outside world.”

“Can’t you tell by looking at the clothes?”

When Cheongmyeong became serious, Cheoljok kept his mouth shut.

It seemed true that the nickname Cheong-an-mageom was notorious to others. It was an unfamiliar sight to Jeong Yeon-shin.

He tapped Cheongmyeong on the arm.

“huh?”

“How about that?”

Jeongyeonshin pointed to a sword hanging on the display stand. The scabbard and the blade were both white.

The Ip-Hwang-Geom he was wearing at his waist now seemed like it would be a contrast since everything except the blade was pitch black.

“It’s Bukmyeong. He’s a good guy.”

The iron man spoke. It seemed as if he was treating the sword like a person.

After asking for the man’s permission, Jeong Yeon-shin approached him and grabbed the sword. After feeling the sensation of the sword wave for a moment, she pulled out the sword.

Sling.

The dazzlingly revealed pure white sword blade had a wave pattern. Jeongyeonshin breathed energy into it with her right hand.

I immediately felt that it was the best. The energy that stretched out without any obstruction was playing around the blade.

He brought the sword close to his body and stroked it with his left hand. In an instant, a blue lightning flashed in his eyes.

“······At this level, I think I can play the instrument with my sword.”

“You?”

The Iron Man chuckled. Perhaps it was because he was from a clan that presented weapons to the imperial family. He seemed to know the art of swordsmanship.

“It is a divine skill that you can only dream of if you are not quite familiar with weapons. Even if you are a master, you can’t even imitate it if you are not naturally gifted, so what can you do with a sword that you just picked up?”

“quietly.”

Cheongmyeong said.

Jeongyeonshin had already closed her eyes.

I knew it without even swinging it.

How to feel when moving the sword, how to catch the air well when drawing slightly different sword paths.

It was a separate area from skill.

It would take time to become as familiar with the Ip-Hwang-Geom as it was with the sword, but I could immediately feel what kind of sword Bukmyeong was. It was an innate sense.

It was then that a familiar wind came from quite a distance.

He has a lofty feeling, as if he will ascend to the sky at any moment. Could he be the crown prince I saw a while ago?

After a moment, the iron man frowned.

“Didn’t I tell you to choose quickly? I said the Crown Prince was coming.”

It was no accident.

It was said that the royal procession had an extreme side.

It was a story that everyone knew, unless no one knew. Ip Hwang Seong is a group of super experts.

If the Crown Prince did not go into hiding or go on a secret mission, anyone could know.

Jeongyeonshin had never seen the Imperial Martial Arts before. It was a time slot that she had chosen in the hopes that she could gain some inspiration.

“Your Highness. You’ve been going out a lot lately?”

Cheongmyeong asked in a strange tone. The man nodded.

“They say that after the Crown Princess’s rise to fame, he fell in love with Muhak. After losing his mother, he tried to appease his feelings with a sword.”

“Your mother······?”

Jeongyeonshin repeated absentmindedly.

He examined the Bukmyeong sword for a moment. Then he asked Cheongmyeong as if it was nothing.

“If you gain His Highness the Crown Prince’s favor, will you be able to gain help in personnel matters? For example, gaining support when challenging the rank of the Shingeomdanju.”

“Of course it’s better than not having any friends. It’s not a position you can get to by force alone.”

Jeongyeonshin nodded at Cheongmyeong’s slightly smiling answer.

If that’s the case, then good. I’ve already practiced with the Ip-Hwang-Geom. If I want to create a one-man-hundred-strong Yin-Gong, can’t I use something like the Sword Name?

I stepped out of the armory.

Woof.

The moment he breathed life into it again, Bukmyeong emitted a strange vibration sound.

A sound like the cry of a newborn dragon. Then came the song of the sword spreading out straight.

“What······!”

It was a cry that even buried the Iron Man’s voice of shock.

* *

The Ming Dynasty was an empire that arose from the union of the Ming Dynasty founder and the Ming empress.

The Ming Clan was a clan revered as immortals, and the bloodline derived from the Empress Dowager’s body gave their descendants immortality.

The throne changed only due to war and assassination by the king.

The current emperor was powerful. He had reigned for a long time without incident.

Thanks to the imperial power, the peerless masters could not look down on the imperial family, and as time passed, the emperor became more and more at ease.

He was so eager to gain insight into Shaolin martial arts that he took on the 108 Arhat formations all by himself.

The crown prince had been the crown prince for decades. He had no legitimate claim to the throne.

The grandson, Zhu Yunming, was born late.

As the son of a crown prince, he had to watch his father lose his firearm.

Whenever my father was in control of his mind, he would demonstrate the art of swordsmanship with a single sword. At some point, I couldn’t see it anymore.

“It’s a sword.”

Suddenly, the Crown Prince smiled. He was walking towards the Iphwangseong armory.

“Who else would practice such a luxurious hobby?”

He lost his mother, the Crown Princess, at an early age and began to talk to himself a lot. Those who served him knew this and did not react to it.

That was when.

Under the setting dusk.

There was a boy in blue uniform, with a blue long robe fluttering and a sword in his hand.

I saw it the other day. I think it was called Seomye.

The grandson was also a young swordsman who received reports of his activities every day from the Lord of Iphwangseong, whom he admired.

Was it intuition? An anecdote came to the crown prince’s mind.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a person who was a master of music and was called Zhiyin.

It was said that he was a close friend who understood his own playing better than anyone else.

“Sword name······?”

The grandson heard the vibrations resonating from the boy’s sword. He unconsciously quickened his pace.

And I saw. It felt like my ears were opening naturally.

Woohoo-

The moans of the snake that broke the egg gradually transformed into the dragon’s growl.

There was a sound that seemed to be longing for something far away. It was almost like a sorrowful feeling.

The sword that seemed to rise from the dragon’s neck soon brought back even the Crown Prince’s old memories.

The Song of the Sword, my father when he was still young.

The moment his mind was lost in distant memories, he sighed and cried out.

“Was there anyone who could create me······.”