Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 451

◈ Bokmajeon (4)

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Immediately after the death of the head of the Daecheonmun clan.

A dim white light flowed down from Jeongyeonshin’s body.

Saaaaa―

It climbs up a large hole, billowing like a cloudy fog, and then slowly descends the mountain path.

A very strange form of aerodynamic wave. The sound of the dirt being scraped was peaceful.

[That thing just now, really… …?]

Socheonmujeok mutters.

Then her dark blue eyes sparkled.

A similar temperament to the shining eyes that Jeongyeonshin had before she created the Anbeop. Socheonmujeok showed off his heavenly insight without hiding anything.

[It’s surprising in many ways. That you had something like that, and that you even consumed it in that state right in front of me.]

She stands before Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes, her smile fading from her lips.

He was a famous sect leader.

A figure standing upright. Despite being covered in a translucent new form and pure white blood-like garment, the magical energy that was concentrated in the erector spinae muscles of his waist seemed to exude a sense of presence.

The best talent in the world, Yuljin.

[bantling.]

Her hair was fluttering like dark clouds in the night sky, as if her true self was causing a ripple somewhere.

[Did you overlook the void of the other? The leader of the famous sect never takes more than two steps on any battlefield.]

Jeongyeonshin sat cross-legged in the center of the pit.

And then slowly he removed his lips.

“Try casting it.”

[what?]

“I’ll crush your body.”

A voice seething from the throat. A lion-like growl came out due to the energy scraping the vocal cords.

At the same time, a pure white energy flashed like lightning from the back of his neck.

It was the power of law.

[… crush the body?]

The eyes of So Cheon-moo-jeok, who had been staring blankly at him, suddenly narrowed.

[I see what kind of destruction method you used. Did you have that kind of skill?]

“… … .”

[I am also working on a plan to destroy the Daejeon Yeonshin, so let’s share the details in the near future. I am very much looking forward to it.]

A smiling voice.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

This is because another spirituality, however faint, has taken hold within the body.

I had to overcome the flood of thoughts that were pouring into my head.

It wasn’t even the snake’s internal organs, but rather a fragment of it that was whispering something in my head.

It was like a mother’s lullaby that I had only heard in my dreams. It seemed to gently embrace and crush my consciousness.

‘What are you talking about… … .’

I think I should fall asleep right now. My vision is getting blurry.

On the contrary, the acupuncture points that were completely damaged regained their elasticity.

The energy of the light wheel of the law flowing through the body along the Jeonggadonggong’s slit. The divine energy contained in that energy seemed to have become even more intense. A truly tremendous healing function was welling up.

At the same time, a voice whispered in Jeongyeonshin’s head with an oppressive feeling.

He said that since he possesses a god, he must lose consciousness for the appropriate amount of time. All the elixirs in the world are like that.

Jeong Yeon-shin once recalled the eastern language she had learned from Heon Won-chang. Eat some taffy.

‘The gate of life, the great pillar, the pillar of heaven.’

Accelerate the blood flow from the Mingmun point on the back. A hot feeling immediately spread up around the lower back.

And full body acupressure. Contract the fine muscles around the Daechu and Cheonju points, located above and below the nape of the neck respectively.

in result.

Thump—

The Baihui point on Jeongsu-ri began to pulse like a heart, and the hot blood began to circulate throughout the body, carrying with it vital energy.

My mind suddenly opened.

It was a great circulatory system where blood and energy were united. Its flow was extremely strong.

‘Use the Neungbeop Gwangryungi as the Jeonggadonggong… The acupuncture points will recover within half an hour. If you spread the flow of the Great Circulation to the three veins like this and adjust the path of energy again… … .’

He suppresses the endless drowsiness with his innate talent. As he moves, he begins to refine the spirit of the Imoogi.

He stood up unsteadily, his balancing gestures revealing a vengeful spirit. The air around him was growing hotter.

[… crazy guy.]

A clear voice rings out like a whisper.

Damn it.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had climbed up the pit, continued to walk. Not towards the mountain path, but towards the city, towards the distant Yeomcheon Pavilion in Hangzhou.

His every step resembled the gait of a polite drunkard.

There was only one difference. The pieces of stone that Jeongyeonshin had stepped on were crumbling into dust.

[I don’t understand.]

Socheonmujeok looked at the sight blankly.

[Why are you going to find a place to die… …?]

She followed Jeongyeonshin around, tilting her head to the side and sitting with her legs crossed as if there was a tablet of the Great Master of the Myungsung Church in the air.

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The Great Heavenly Monarch, Su Mu-cheon, sat silently in the banquet hall.

The landscape where the water and the sky meet was reflected in his eyes. It was truly endless.

A spectacular view from the top of the twenty-four-story building.

‘Damn.’

It was on the roof of Yeomcheon-gak, where the hands of famous iron craftsmen had touched. It was a place where only those who could truly be called the pinnacle of Hangzhou could set foot.

Somucheon, who was secretly cursing, looked around cautiously with a pretended serious expression.

The characters who gave him the taste of death were each pouring their glasses in different positions.

A large man with a blue stream of internal energy flashing across the veins on the back of his hand, a woman holding a sword behind her back and an entire bottle of alcohol, a young man nodding off as if he were opening his eyes and closing them, with a look of exhaustion on his face…

‘Dragon Power Sword Demon, Drunk Sword Maengho (醉劍猛虎), Silver Sword Fist.’

He is a swordsman of the thousand-year mark.

They say it’s hard to see even one in five people in a lifetime, but right now, three of them are giving and receiving to each other right before my eyes.

I wonder if they’re going to hit the old ones. It’s a sight I’m afraid will appear in my dreams.

Somucheon tried to lose himself several times, but whenever that sight came into view, a cold chill would run down his spine.

‘fu*k, fu*k… … .’

Daecheonmunju Somucheon was born in Hangzhou.

I grew up in a city of scenic beauty, pleasure, and eccentricity where hermits gather, witnessing all kinds of swordplay. It couldn’t be helped, being born in a land where countless vested interests are intertwined.

So, Somucheon’s dream was to drink alcohol during the day in his hometown and sing loudly.

More precisely, I hoped that if I made a fuss, I would be taken to the brain prison by the government troops.

Without being trampled by the black thugs who rule the streets, or being beaten by the martial arts people who do not regard the common people as human beings.

So I learned the Ki-gae-se-gong (氣蓋勢功), a third-rate martial art that was used to blackmail and intimidate people to create a plausible atmosphere.

It was the best martial arts he could get.

Somucheon wanted a peaceful Hangzhou, and he hoped that everyone nearby would not draw their swords rashly. He also did not want blood to flow.

That single-minded thought led to the achievement of the Great Sage Realm. One day, while he was devoting himself to his training, something seeped into his small danjeon.

A spirituality that, when infused into a sword, creates a divine sword, and when infused into a martial art, enhances the power of the air and the waves of light.

A drone with a new skill.

Somucheon conquered Hangju with a momentum that took the opponent’s breath away.

The swordsmen who mistook him for a peerless master who had awakened to greatness bowed their heads and surrendered their swords. His dignified appearance and plausible speech also played a big part.

He opened his mouth slowly.

“Why are you enjoying yourself so much when you called me?”

‘If you have no business, please let me go.’

His words and actions were contradictory. He was originally a man who had been living in Heukdo, Hangzhou.

Even if you were to be humble, you knew that if you were to underestimate someone, they would take out your liver.

A man of very large stature poured wine into Somucheon’s glass.

“Why are you so stiff? I know that Hangzhou will not be able to return without you. Since no one will harm us by gathering here, please have a drink here. I admire your dignified appearance.”

Cheon Geuk Moon Yongryeok Sword Demon.

He is truly a fearsome master. He is comparable to the Heavenly Forest Lord of Iphwangseong in the south of the Yangtze River.

Somucheon doesn’t know his name.

In the first place, there are no personal titles for the swordsmen of Cheon Geuk Mun.

I heard that if you have a nickname, you’re just called by that nickname, and if not, you’re called Sa-ho, Chil-ho, etc. Yongryeokgeomgwi was Sam-ho.

On one side, a long-armed woman and a skinny young man were talking. The tiger with the sword and the silver sword. They were also the Heavenly Swordsmen. It seemed like they were the only ones in the world at the moment.

“What happened to the Emperor?”

“… The Great Destruction of the Island? One of the limbs or the neck must have been blown away. It caught the attention of the Moon Lord.”

“That’s a bit unfortunate. You can’t attach the neck.”

“Can you attach your arms?”

“I heard there is a divine doctor in Hangzhou. He is an old man with a bad temper, but his medical skills and internal energy are amazing. He is so elusive that even the royal family keeps looking for him.”

“Why don’t you bring that person into the main text… …?”

“The Lord told us to be respectful. He said that acupuncture is better than our swordsmanship.”

“Then what do you do? From what I hear, you don’t practice medicine on just anyone.”

Somucheon couldn’t understand why they had called him over to drink.

‘Crazy things.’

He thought. In Cheon Geuk Moon, they say you should practice swordsmanship to survive.

‘The outcast… Mujin didn’t trust that guy.’

When Taemosanseong first set foot in Hangzhou, Somucheon wanted to quickly spread the news to the various great sects, including Iphwangseong.

It really would have been like that if the head of the external affairs department of the Daecheonmun had not stopped it.

I had no idea until then. That the author, who was the head of a clan, would deceive the clan leader and join Taemosanseong.

That’s why it was late. Dark Heavenly Emperor is a nickname given to those whose martial arts are extremely fearsome and whose limits are hard to fathom.

If it were Taemosanseongju, he would have completed the great law that would turn Hangzhou into a living hell.

I heard it was called the Horongsulsik.

One of the powerful and powerful gods who, along with the Ming clan, created chaos during the founding period of the country. He is a master of magic and martial arts who brings down the Jiaolong. He is trying to use the geomantic energy of Hangzhou, which has been famous for its good energy since ancient times, to cause a rebellion.

In that way, the Dark Heavenly Emperor Choyeol possessed the martial arts skills that changed the creation of heaven and earth.

‘fu*k! fu*k!’

It was when Somucheon clenched his fist under the table.

Suddenly, the surroundings turned black. Smoke rose in thick clouds and enveloped the top of the pavilion like a cloud.

A dreamlike scene. A human figure appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

The masters of Cheon Geuk Moon, who had been drinking slowly, stopped.

“The owner called the guest and now he is so late.”

The Dragon Sword Demon muttered.

[I’m sorry. It’s because of something my father instructed me to do.]

The voices, each with a different pitch, overlapped and rang out. It was as if several masters of the art had simultaneously uttered the Six Harmonies.

Somucheon flinched.

‘The Great Black Beast, the Super Defeat Light…!’

The lord of Taemosanseong Fortress. He is the one who practically rules Hangzhou.

I don’t know the face.

It’s because his whole body is always covered in black fog.

According to the nonchalant remarks of Cheonjoong Ohgeomgaek, the pitch-black cloud that Chopaegwang was wearing was a self-defense weapon created through the use of alcohol and martial arts.

It was said that even with a moderate level of ascending technique, it was difficult to see through it.

[ah.]

A huge black cloud rippled.

[The Great Heavenly Lord has come too. I am truly sorry.]

So Seong-ju apologized politely. Judging from his polite tone, he might have taken the lottery ticket from inside the black hole.

Somucheon didn’t feel particularly embarrassed.

I remember those who were left without even a corpse because the black fog chewed up an entire pavilion. I had to get out of this banquet hall of these monstrous gods as soon as possible.

“The text is faithfully responding to your request. A thousand chapters of the Gohwangji will arrive soon.”

[Good. Now, Your Majesty, block the gate. With your momentum, you will be able to completely isolate the front of Hangzhou.]

Somucheon was shocked. These authors were definitely trying to commit treason.

Blocking the gates of a large city like Hangzhou was something that should never be done privately.

“… Aren’t you afraid of the emperor’s will?”

[The great lords of the Shingeomdan cannot gather again. They are deeply politically intertwined with the imperial family.]

“The Imperial Army may rise up. This is nothing but treason…!”

[Why would you be afraid of the Wu Gong army whose core is in the north? Furthermore, the main force only needs a few days to gain some time. It is not like they are going to hold out in Hangzhou.]

It was a very relaxed response. It was as if he was enjoying this conversation.

The successor that the Dark Heavenly Emperor Choyeol finally acquired.

Somucheon felt a sense of distance. Although he was said to be the heir of the direct lineage, he was a god who had even surpassed the leader of the Samsuldaejwa who had personally received instruction from the Seongju and taken over as Soseongju.

If you want to refuse, you have to die.

It was when the swordsmen of Cheon Geuk Mun were looking at So Moo Cheon with eyes of interest.

“Is your father here?”

A woman’s voice.

It was a voice that had not been heard in the room. Somucheon was startled and threw his head back.

A sudden rise from the dusty ground. A beautiful woman wearing a light pink robe over a pure white uniform was stroking the sword at her waist.

It was a sudden epiphany. It was so transcendent. So much so that the word Nanlang (娘娘), meaning a Taoist deity, immediately came to mind.

In an instant, the black mist of Soseongju Chopaegwang shimmered greatly.

[… Yulhanangrang, how can you be so reckless… … .]

“Tell your father that if he doesn’t stop what he’s doing right now, he’ll get beaten up.”

Yulhanangrang placed his wrist on the handle of his sword. His demeanor naturally exuded confidence.

“What the hell is this monster all of a sudden…!”

The presence of the leader of the Hwasanpa was truly overwhelming. Before she knew it, the top-class members of the Cheon Geuk-moon who were positioned to her left, right, and behind immediately drew their swords.

But no one backed down.

The three Cheon Geuk Moon Cheon Jung Oh swordsmen, and the So Seong Ju of Taemosan Fortress.

It was worth trying to achieve Yulhanangrang through a joint attack. It was a position from which one could not take a step back in the first place.

The atmosphere began to distort along several lines.

The three Heavenly Swordsmen unleashed a sword strike without even raising the tip of their swords. In an instant, the roof of the pavilion shook with a thud.

Yulhanangrang laughed heartily.

“Do you want to try?”

[The intervention of the old guard was of course expected.]

Sarak.

Some papers fly out of the darkness and land on the table.

Mae (梅), Im (林), Do (道)… These were the letters that symbolized the Hwasan faction, Shaolin Temple, and the Wudang faction, respectively.

Among them, there was also the character for “荒”. It seemed like a symbol used in the military to mark targets.

[Actually, I had hoped for it a little. You old-school faction, who claim to be correcting the world’s order but are always taking advantage of the internal affairs of all kinds of powerful and evil spirits, and of course, the annoying Ip Hwang-seong… I wish their core masters had come to Hangzhou. Whoever comes, their lifeline will be cut short.]

Yulhanangrang did not answer. He simply held the sword lightly. At the same time, the sky darkened. A soft red light rose from beneath the pavilion.

[… … !]

The best swordsman in the Old School.

The youngest member of the board.

However, So Seong-ju’s voice flowed smoothly without the slightest wavering.

[The distinguished guests of the Heavenly Swordsmanship, please conduct a physical examination. Do not give the author a chance to demonstrate his talents. In the meantime, I will… … .]

Four pieces of paper with the characters Mae, Im, Do, and Hwang engraved on them floated up to the table and began to tear, one after another.

The empty space water that unleashed extremely sophisticated power without even touching it. To the Great Heavenly Lord Somucheon, all they saw were monsters.

[I will add strength to the Horongsulsik.]

Ku-Kung-

Suddenly, a vibration rang out. It was beneath their feet.

That too for a moment.

It was soft at first, but the vibration quickly grew louder.

The roof shook violently enough to remind one of thunder in the blink of an eye. Something was climbing up through the entire twenty-story building.

A moment when doubt appeared on the faces of all the strong.

───!

A shadow made of light soared up like a pure white lightning bolt, shattering the entire ground, and split the black clouds of Soseongju vertically.