Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 450

◈ Bokmajeon (3)

The long wall was reflecting the bright sunlight.

Under the grandly attached Daecheonmun signboard.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t stop her hands even though she heard the grating voice.

The head of the Daecheonmun clan could be questioned at any time, so what was important right now was his swordsmanship, which was thickly covered in the light of the law.

“Is Senior Baek Mi-ryeo okay?”

[As I said before, you are being treated very extravagantly. You are being treated to a magnificent meal that is hard to imagine in Ip Hwang Seong, with handsome men and beautiful women to serve you… I brought you to a palace where you can enjoy all the pleasures of the world. You won’t even think about it, right?]

‘Madness of destruction.’

Jeong Yeon-shin used two fingers as swords and struck So Cheon-mu-jeok’s body upwards. From her lower abdomen to her middle abdomen, she struck the center of her forehead.

Swish!

Following the trail of soft white light, her new form disintegrates like smoke and then returns to its original form.

“Ugh!”

It felt like the air was being torn apart without any meaning. It was like splitting apart dirt and dust.

The head of the Daecheonmun clan was startled and stepped back, while Socheonmujeok’s lips twisted slightly.

She, carrying a backpack on her back, floats into the air like a feather.

[It’s no use. This is an illusion created by borrowing the power of the Dharma treasure. In other words, it’s a ghost without any substance. More than that… … .]

So Cheon Moo Jeok, who was looking down at Jeong Yeon Shin in that state, tilted his head slightly to the side.

[Isn’t Touro ridiculously crude? I don’t understand the point of impact, the trajectory, or the power applied to the wave.]

She quietly stared at Jeong Yeon-shin, who remained silent, then raised one corner of her mouth slightly. It was an expression that suggested she had guessed something.

[Could it be that you came here while operating the Sangdanjeon Muhak? From Iphwangseong to here?]

“… … .”

[I thought the new purple one, who is busy with construction, arrived quickly. I wonder how many times you did the Great Circulation on your way here. Wasn’t your sword technique a short-term decisive battle technique? Just like my Samadhi Evolution.]

At this moment, her words and actions were different from the public opinion that she was cynical and arrogant about everything. It was like that even in the long words.

It was obvious to anyone that she had a keen interest in Jeongyeonshin’s martial arts.

He didn’t answer.

I just took a deep breath of my inner energy.

‘Kill.’

From the time Baek Mi-ryeo was taken by So Cheon Mu-jeok’s hands until now.

Time was frozen for Jeongyeonshin. The confused Ki-gam calculated everything from that day.

It had been six days since Baekmirye had been taken away. He had spent three days reorganizing the Shingeomdan of Iphwangseong, engaging in a war of nerves with the King of Gungmyeong, and rescuing Geomseong and Jegal Cheong-a from the rascals of Taemosanseong.

The rest of the time was spent with Seonryong.

As I flew in a straight line past half of Hogwangseong, across the southern part of Namjikrye, and then back to half of Zhejiang Province, a dragon in my fanned-out image was coiled in lightning.

Of course, as Socheonmujeok said, Jeongyeonshin is not in perfect condition.

If the casting of exhaustion, accumulation, and new attack techniques were repeated continuously, even the most skilled player would end up like this.

But he was satisfied with arriving a little faster, because his sister’s whereabouts were at stake.

And now.

‘I need to sharpen my sword more. I’ll kill you within three days.’

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes flash blue.

The same was true for So Cheon Moo Jeok. She bent her pale waist forward like a spirit and met Jeong Yeon Shin’s gaze.

A confrontation between those who were called the best in the world from all over the world.

The search continued.

For a short moment, they analyze each other’s bodies, figure out their current state, and observe even the slightest movement of the bridge of their noses to find the knots of their internal breathing, and then they start talking.

[It is said that there are two skills that symbolize the current Yeonhwanata.]

Socheonmujeok continued speaking slowly.

[Hwan-gang and Eogum-sul… In my opinion, they are completely and unstable martial arts. Very contradictory.]

Her insight is correct.

Seonryongihwagyeol is a martial arts with clear limitations.

If you overlap the image of a dragon holding a debt with your sword, it becomes a sword technique, and if you insert it into someone else’s Baekhoe point, it can bring about the achievement of Samhwachwijeong.

It cannot be used together with the full-body circular lightning, because just activating it puts a strain on the acupoints.

It was a method to overwork all the spirits in the first place. Just like the spirit of the dragon, Jegal Hyun, who died at the hands of his father.

However, thanks to that, it was possible to obtain the state of Samhwachwijeong from others and acquire the skill of Eogum without any special enlightenment.

Even after he underwent a complete transformation, the Qing Qilin and the Seonryong were never able to be contained in one body.

It’s just that the burden on the body when performing each skill has been significantly reduced compared to before.

That’s why Jeong Yeon-shin’s Gongwolmu was still something far away.

It was also a task that had to be solved someday.

When his winding path through the world of martial arts, which had branched out in many directions, finally converged into one, Jeong Yeon-shin would have his own Gongwolmu.

‘Did the famous sect master complete the Gongwolmu?’

It was a matter that had to be considered with the utmost priority. This was especially true if it was certain that Socheonmujeok was still somewhere in Hangzhou.

At that moment, she came closer.

Swish.

Then, he stretched out his long, translucent index finger and slowly ran it down Jeongyeonshin’s forehead.

As if trying to feel the upper abdomen and Baihui point in the head.

Jeongyeonshin did not avoid it.

Because they have no influence on each other.

But Socheonmujeok lowered his eyelashes as if he felt something.

The pure white collarbone was also trimmed, as if it were a comical Peking opera.

[Your swordsmanship is different from the swordsmanship used by other swordsmen. It starts with the explosive power. Instead of gaining brute force, you should consider yourself pressed for time from the moment you unleash it.]

“… … .”

[I just felt that way, but maybe I was wrong? If I were to arrive here… I think it would be very difficult for you to handle it as it is now.]

That’s just the temperament I feel.

This means that Jeongyeonshin’s martial arts were analyzed only through his skills. It was reminiscent of a mockery that looked down on people.

Jeongyeonshin felt a strange feeling. It was as if she was looking at herself reflected in a broken mirror.

“Are you sure I can’t cut witchcraft?”

[I still don’t understand what kind of guts you have. Are you so disinterested in life that you don’t have much time left?]

They only speak their own words to each other. The words and actions of those who have never experienced the same qualities in their lives.

Jeongyeonshin silently scanned her surroundings and felt the weight and warmth of the wooden coffin in her chest.

This is something that my maternal grandfather, Mayeonjeok, left behind.

Fragment of the Imoogi’s inner shell.

I kept it in my bosom because I didn’t know what would happen after I swallowed it.

I was afraid that if I lost consciousness for a few days to digest even a little of the Imoogi’s spirit, Baekmirye would become that much further away.

However, even with the hostile master of the highest order right in front of you, you cannot worry about what will happen after you consume the inner sac. You must put it in your mouth as soon as things go wrong.

“… … .”

There was silence for a moment.

Two people staring intently at each other.

A wind carrying the late summer sun swept past them.

The sunlight poured down white and transparently. Jeong Yeon-shin passed through the illusion of the invincible Socheon and felt the air caressing her skin.

It was very humid. There was a lot inside.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“…even if you dig up all of my martial arts skills.”

At this moment, he realized that there was no way to do anything about Socheonmujeok right now.

but.

“You will not die as you wish.”

[under.]

The invincible Socheon’s eyes widened for a moment, then soon narrowed into a crescent moon.

[Do you know that you are discussing the life and death of the most famous religious leader in the world? The news must have reached Iphwangseong. The information that our sect has absorbed Sunmaryeon and that I have officially taken the position of the religious leader.]

“A famous cult leader?”

Jeongyeonshin’s lips twisted slightly.

“Even the death of Sima Wei will not produce anything.”

[huh?]

“When I die, the world will move.”

The yellow-eyed purple said.

[… … .]

For the first time, Socheonmujeok did not give any specific answer.

He just looked at Jeongyeonshin strangely with his clear, dark blue eyes, and after a few breaths, he smiled faintly.

[It seems like it will be a companion that is not free. As expected, we are different in many ways.]

“what?”

[He is full of energy and passion, and there is something strangely twisted in every martial arts he creates… It will be fun to look into.]

“Are you crazy?”

On one side, the head of the Daecheonmun branch made a mouth shape identical to Jeongyeonshin’s words, but the two people did not pay attention to it.

* * *

Things were getting weird. Obviously, things needed to be sorted out.

Jeongyeonshin ignored Socheonmujeok, who was loitering around like an extremely evil spirit. She seemed to have no intention of coming to see him right away.

‘We need to find a connection.’

Jeong Yeon-shin took the demon blood of the Daecheonmun clan leader and dragged him to a mountain path where there were no people.

Because I heard people proudly mention Taemosanseong before.

“Nari, please forgive me! Nari!”

Jeong Yeon-shin learned the method of crushing bones from Cheong-an-mageom Cheong-myeong. It is a torture method that protects the opponent’s blood vessels with true energy while crushing only the joints of the bones.

I’ve never cast it before. Whenever I’ve been put in a situation where I have to get information myself, my colleagues have gotten their hands dirty.

When I tried it myself, it wasn’t difficult. With a blank expression, Jeong Yeon-shin broke the shoulder blade and humerus from the shoulder to the forearm of the outsider.

The screaming continued and then stopped. It was because Jeong Yeon-shin was shocked.

Even at the moment when he was interrogating the lord of the outer dungeon in the grass, Socheonmujeok was floating nearby, lying down with his arms as a pillow.

[It’s a waste of effort. I have no ties to the dregs that separated from the Mosan faction.]

“That’s a lie.”

[Oh my… I forgot that your Baekhoehyeol is the same as mine from two and a half hours ago, even after two years and two hundred and thirty-nine days. The woman you will live with will not be able to tell lies even when she goes to the concubine. I think the engagement has been a failure.]

“Shut up.”

[Ah, I guess I can marry the great master who doesn’t need a concubine since I’m the great master of the universe. In the end, the problem is your lifespan, right?]

Whenever Socheonmujeok taunted his opponent, he would talk to him in a sarcastic tone. Jeongyeonshin didn’t bother to respond.

All I could do was extract information from the head of the household, who had an expression of mixed fear and panic on his face.

“I’ll tell you everything! Please… please ask me anything!”

Hangzhou.

It was a city where all kinds of vested interests were intertwined.

It was said that Daecheonmun was in control until this spring.

It was thanks to Moonju’s achievements.

Because he had achieved great feats of empty, free-spirited divine power that made his spirit spread like clouds, the sword-carrying poets and scholars of Hangzhou praised the martial arts of the Great Heavenly Monarch by taking up a brush instead of a sword.

Hangzhou found peace without shedding a single drop of blood.

Recently, something strange happened with a piece of paper falling from the sky.

Iron Man’s Craftsman.

A talented person who sells his skills.

There are many martial arts masters, including the one-man martial arts master Mu-maek.

A small number of noble families, including scholars and merchants who discuss the world while overlooking the magnificent scenery.

All the heroes and valiant men who made up Hangzhou knelt at the silent arrival of Taimusan Fortress.

Even government officials were no exception.

Not only the Hangzhou branch commanders, but even the naval admirals in charge of the waterways outside the castle and the Zhejiang Province’s criminal inspectors in charge of punishment brought food to the Taimusan Castle lord.

It was said that it was to pray to the Jade Emperor of Taemosan Mountain for the happiness of the country.

Emperor of Dark Heaven, Chu Lie.

It was the name of a person with a nickname that was difficult to even pronounce.

He didn’t show himself as if he was in the abyss.

He simply left everything to his son, the great black divine hand, Chu Baegwang, and only had a suffocating presence.

The dry sword skills of the swordsmen from Cheon Geuk Moon also played a part in suppressing Hang Zhou.

This is because the Heavenly Swordsman, who is said to be as strong as the apostles of the Blood Flame Sect, roams the vast streets. Even outside of Hangzhou, it is said that the Heavenly Swordsman himself roams around the city.

Hangzhou returned in silence. Only those who were addicted to alcohol and gambling lived as before, without distinguishing between heaven and earth.

“They said they would call upon the divine dragon to allay the famine… …!”

The leader of the Great Heavenly Gate, who was rolling around on the ground, shouted.

Is it because the pain has gone too far?

It seemed as if he was overcome with resentment. Even his words and actions changed.

“All I did was request a large quantity of strange writings and ink, and ask them to keep people’s mouths shut! How could the text have the guts to refuse the order of Taemosanseong? Even the swordsmen of Hangzhou who used to recite the principles of the uneducated, the arts, and morality, etc., have kept their mouths shut!”

The outsider spoke of the supplies that went into the alcohol law firm. Jeong Yeon-shin met his gaze with her clear eyes.

The head of the household, who had been screaming while trembling in pain, closed his mouth.

The new purple one was a martial artist.

“Divine Dragon.”

Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth. She recalled the voices of the children of the guests who had been massacred at Jeonggajang.

―Recite Chapter 1, Section 4 of the Great Ming Gangmok.

―The long-eared and short-statured compatriots returned from the heavenly gate, destroyed the evil Yuan Dynasty, and established the Great Ming together with Taejo.

– Chapter 1, verse 8.

-A giant evil spirit came chasing our compatriots, but we were able to close the door in time and destroy it.

Dragon, snake.

Names that have been associated with Jeongyeonshin in some way.

A while ago, Jang Bong of the Mudangpa said that the old-school leaders would walk to Hangzhou.

The Dark Heavenly Emperor Taemosanseongju and the Oedojeilgeom Cheongeukmunju are plotting something. Judging from the words of the Oedangju, it seems like they will cast a spell to bring down a dragon from the sky.

And the famous cult leader, Socheonmujeok, was caught in the middle of it all. I don’t know what he’s aiming for.

The immortals of the old school.

The absolute rulers of the magical world.

A battlefield of unprecedented scale and chaos is about to be created. It may go down in history, not in the history of the world but in the history of the nation.

‘so.’

King Gungmyeong ordered Jeong Yeon-sin to leave all the work to the old guard, and Jeong Yeon-sin came to this land only to get Baek Mi-ryeo back.

And at this moment, I was certain of one thing.

Socheonmujeok is in communication with Taemosanseong. Whatever his intentions, there must be something that the sorcerers can communicate with each other.

In that case, we must get the clue that Taemosanseong holds. In the end, everything is connected.

“… I understand that you are a total idiot. However, not only the high-ranking officials, but even the Ip Hwang Seong’s Myeolseom Daeju have been negotiating with the Black God Beast Cho Pae Gwang at Yeomcheon Pavilion for days, so how could the main body not cooperate with Taemosanseong… … ”

Jeong Yeon-shin paused as she listened to the excuses of the outsider, which started with the words, “Of course, even high-ranking officials.”

“The Great Annihilation of the Islands?”

“Oh my god… … .”

Was it a secret? The head of the Daecheonmun clan spits out curses. In the end, it is revealed that the countless excuses made so far were nothing more than hypocrisy.

That’s right.

Among the black swordsmen of the Wonpyeongil Sword Master scattered throughout the world, the only one who headed towards Zhejiang was Shinhwang.

After the gathering of the Shingeomdan leaders, Jeong Yeon-shin vividly saw him leaving alone without even bringing along his subordinates.

It was said that in times of emergency, it is better to be alone when withdrawing one’s body to Bogyeonggyeong.

Taemosanseong Fortress. Cheongeukmun.

The highest level of the Sama-oedo, also known as Cheon-oe-cheon.

‘Again, again.’

The nape of Jeongyeonshin’s neck began to turn red. White steam even leaked out through the gaps in her purple sleeves. It was because of the boiling energy like Taeyeonryong’s internal energy.

I’m sick of it now.

again.

Once again, the unmanned Iphwangseong set foot on a dangerous terrain. A land of death filled with malice, created by those who are eating away at the country.

“Where are you?”

“Yes, yes…?”

“Yeomcheon-gak.”

“That, over there, over there… But that’s not right! All the gods of Taemosanseong are over there…! If there’s a commotion, there’s no telling how much more evil Cheonjung Ohgeomgaek will get up to… …!”

The place that the leader of the Daecheonmun clan pointed to with his healthy hand.

A massive, high-rise pavilion stood tall in the center of the vast Hangzhou land.

It was so tall that it looked like a spire, and at a glance, it seemed to be close to twenty stories high. It was clear that the iron craftsmen’s mysterious skills had been applied without any restraint.

A pavilion that turns the vast expanse of Hangzhou into a different world.

Blue lightning flashed between the roof tiles.

Could this really be the home of the immortals? It seemed to be protected by countless formations and magical arts.

Jeong Yeon-shin had no idea what the absolute beings of Jeong Sa-yang-do would signal to start a mythical fight. Not only was it something he could not have guessed, but he was not interested at the moment.

All that was left was the anger welling up in my chest.

Swish.

He took out the wooden box from his bosom and opened it without even looking at Socheonmujeok who had come close to him.

What had been lying on top of a small ball of cotton was revealed to be something that looked like the bark of a tree that had been burned.

[Can’t you be a little more considerate? The Taemosan Fortress is a much more annoying monster than you think. And you shouldn’t forget that there’s a Cheon Geuk Moonju nearby… Huh?]

Jeongyeonshin swallowed it without saying a word.

It was a moment.

In that moment, the ground beneath him creaked and collapsed into a hemisphere, and the body of the Great Astronomical Observatory Master, crushed by the wave, was crushed to nothing.