Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 466

The Great Jeoljeon

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The old-fashioned circular windows were pure white.

This is because the transparent sunlight flowing in in a circular manner was blocked.

It was the brightest color in the room, as if it were a hanging scroll with someone’s face on it. The owner of the room had arranged it that way.

A dark room with a magical energy flowing like fog.

Baek Mi-ryeo was sitting cross-legged next to the bed.

He had his eyes closed as if he was deep in meditation, and his unusually black hair covered the back of his blue uniform and reached the floor. He had a long yellow sword resting on both of his knees. He was a swordsman.

The luxurious bed covered with a golden carpet had never been used and had no marks on it. It was different from the state of Ma Gwang-ik and Baek Mi-ryeo’s minds.

“… … .”

Her white eyelids fluttered. It happened intermittently.

-The new purple one is dead.

One day, Socheonmujeok suddenly entered the room and blurted out something.

Even the situation at that time was shown through strange magic and martial arts techniques like a mirage in the Great Marsh.

A river flowing mightily, a blind man in a hat walking on the water, a huge iceberg, the Dark Heavenly Emperor… and Jeongyeonshin. The street where the famous sect leader had silently dragged me out while having his entire body’s blood vessels subdued, was filled with the great lord’s arrows.

It was also common to hear stories about Taemosanseong obtaining the divine sword of Yeonhwanata.

After that, he was imprisoned again.

It was the center of the Myungma Dancheonjin (明魔斷天陣) that Socheonmujeok himself had personally deployed. As the name suggests, it was a formation that seemed to cut off space, and it was impossible to escape with the blue martial arts of Ihwangseong.

Suddenly, Baek Mi-ryeo’s internal energy breathing became disturbed.

It was a deep sorrow.

“Your Majesty, it’s breakfast.”

A middle-aged woman’s polite voice rang out from outside the door. The aerodynamic waves emanating from the sound were strong.

If it were Iphwangseong, I would be able to study even in a blue uniform. Even a subtle, heinous magic energy was present.

He is an attendant of a famous religion who hides his true colors, and despite his status, he possesses powerful martial arts skills.

In keeping with the wishes of the famous sect of the time, Baek Mi-ryeo was regarded as the successor of Socheonmujeok. Originally, Baek Mi-ryeo was a collateral lineage and a descendant of Sunmaryeon, so she should have been despised.

“… … .”

But even when the servant called, she did not open her closed eyes.

Baek Mi-ryeo’s meditation did not come from martial arts. A deep sense of guilt and a sense of pity for having lost even her place to go surged through her mind.

Like the Iphwang sword and Bukmyeong sword of Jeongyeonshin that were shattered into pieces during a mission one day.

The sin of sending the great lord to death.

The sin of not being able to commit suicide in front of his eyes.

What can be done about the sin that prevented him from enjoying his short life to the end? The world that the young Daeju had not yet seen was still wide open.

‘…the guilt of being defeated by the old past.’

It was when Baek Mi-ryeo’s heart was deepening.

Suddenly, the hinges of the door on the other side creaked. A pair of leather shoes covered in ebony and engraved with a golden dragon’s quiver came in.

“Are you ready for revenge?”

A voice that seemed to glide smoothly through the dark fog.

It was a woman’s.

Only then did Baek Mi-ryeo open her eyes.

“preparation?”

“I’m ready to receive all of the martial arts of this sect leader. From Jeongyeonshin’s martial arts to my magical arts. Thinking back on it, it’s more than enough for you.”

There was a face that even the black fog of magic could not hide.

Literally a mysterious facial expression like Jeongyeonshin. The famous cult leader Socheonmujeok was looking down at Baek Miryeo with one corner of his mouth slightly raised.

“… … .”

“I can’t just wait forever. You may think differently, but I have treated you well in my own way. A palace-like room in the forest, the conduct of the subordinates… In any case, you are also a former member of the Gwangyegyeol.”

The black hair that flows down past both shoulders is darker than Baek Mi-ryeo’s.

Rather than human hair, the hair had the presence of a crown granted to the emperor. A mad personality was evident from the bridge of the nose that poured out a cloudy mist.

If Jeong Yeon-shin had lived a few more years, it might have been like that. That was the only thought that crossed Baek Mi-ryeo’s mind at that moment. She slowly opened her lips.

“…I will not treat you as a teacher.”

Cool voice.

Instead of an answer, a soft laugh rang out.

Sarak.

The next moment, Socheonmujeok disappeared from Baek Miryeo’s sight and sat cross-legged behind her.

A few long black hairs fell, lightly hitting Baek Mi-ryeo’s shoulders. Baek Mi-ryeo flinched slightly.

“It shouldn’t be worse than what Jeongga Awoo made. Well… I don’t know if it’s that guy himself, but your evaluation isn’t important.”

A voice that swept across the nape of her neck like a whisper, even though it didn’t contain much breath. It was the magic of a cult leader. Baek Mi-ryeo’s eyes slowly closed.

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Hangzhou Mokgajang (木家莊).

It was a very large manor. It was also the most crowded place in the eastern lands.

The wall surrounding the manor was low, but it was as strong as a castle wall, and the crowd surrounding the wall on top of it created a tremendous sense of oppression.

They were mainly hired by large landowners and the wealthy. There were also cases where they volunteered to serve as guards as a native Hangzhou sect, and the inside of the shepherd’s house was just as crowded as the outside.

More than a hundred people were moving briskly between the yard and the inner garden.

“Your Highness! I brought you a bunch of Gaehwangcho (開遑草). Where should I put it?”

“The old man is in the inner quarters now. Please put it in the storehouse over there first.”

“Ah, the president is lucky today! Then tomorrow… … .”

“The head of Yeonam has decided to take charge of the matter.”

The best of the best, nicknamed Yeongchoksinui (Eternal Candle God Doctor).

The name of the assemblyman is Mok (木氏), so it is Mokgajang. It was built voluntarily by the wealthy people of Hangzhou and many people. Although it was built in a short period of time, it has long been a famous place crowded with more people than the West Lake.

Even though he had already cured all the Hangzhou people of all kinds of strange illnesses with his world-class medical skills, it was still like that.

It was to repay the favor.

Some of them regarded Shinui as a higher rank than the Dark Heavenly Emperor and stayed in Jangwon to gain blessings. Each of them took on all sorts of chores.

Everyone was in Hangzhou.

No matter what kind of chaos was going on outside, there was no choice but to be wary of strangers. Naturally, at this moment, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the group walking towards the entrance of the shepherd’s house. The footsteps of the unmanned people slowly slowed down.

Damn it.

A group of people carrying a large coffin on a cart.

Their measured gait is accompanied by dust. Anyone can tell that they are the unarmed members of the Baekdo Jeongpa.

He mainly wore green and blue military uniforms, and his originally neat appearance was covered in sword marks and dust.

A girl with a literary style was leading the way. It was Jeong Sim-an Jegal Cheong-a.

A couple of steps behind her, a nobleman with a sword was walking as if he was escorting her. He had short hair and wore light green silk uniforms. He was also a member of the Gongsun Family, a small family of the Eight Families.

“If only the horses hadn’t died… … .”

Gongsun Min wiped the shadows from his face with the back of his hand. Zhuge Qing’er shook his head at his words.

“I was in Gunma Green Forest. I made my way through a group estimated to be 13,000 strong, so I arrived early. It’s fortunate that I didn’t meet any high-ranking officials.”

“Zhuge Liang’s words are correct, but… … .”

They still had some class to them, but their current appearance was closer to that of a defeated army.

Suddenly, at the gesture of Jegal Qing’er, a man quickly narrowed the distance from afar. It seemed like he had gone out on a reconnaissance mission.

As Zhuge Qing’er walked towards Mokgajang, he asked him without hesitation.

“What did you ask me to find out? Starting with Jeong Gong’s whereabouts.”

“Based on rumors, it seems like they arrived here in three days. According to what I heard from the military personnel of Iphwangseong, it was three days since the new Ja-saek fought with the King of Gungmyeong after Il-ryeon Geommae was defeated. That was the beginning. Another three days passed after Jeong Gong left for the battlefield and the majority of Cheonjung-o Geomsaeks and the original Taemosanseong Soseongju were killed. Jeong Gong’s actions ended after a total of six days.”

“How can it be so fast… … .”

One of the group sighs and then closes his mouth. This is because they know that Taemosanseong has since made a big announcement about Jeongyeonshin’s death.

“… … .”

The warriors of the Murim Alliance each looked at Jegal Cheong-ah’s face. There was no one who did not know that the temporary general had been a guest warrior under Ma Gwang-ik-ju for a short time.

In the meantime, if Zhuge Qing’er had learned even a little from his new master, he should have been seen as a master and disciple.

The death of the new purple emperor.

Jeong Yeon-shin was a controversial figure in many ways, starting with her rapid rise to power in a short period of time.

There are rumors that he has created countless martial arts with his heavenly gifts, and there are also extremely dangerous rumors that the author of the ‘Myeoljeolsima Chongram’, which has been spreading throughout the martial arts world recently, is Jeong Yeon-shin.

There was also a rumor that he was born with an immortal body and appeared again in Hangzhou.

These are chaotic times, and it’s hard to come by clean, reliable information. It’s hard to believe any rumor.

There was a brief moment of silence, but Jegal Cheong-ah did not stop walking. The lives of many people, including Geomseong Hyeon So-baek, were on her shoulders.

The responsibility was like a weight. It was the same weight that Ma Gwang-ik-ju Jeong Yeon-shin had once carried on his back.

“By the way, I heard that Shin-ui has a very unusual temper… Of course, it’s something that the General Commander-in-Chief should be fully in charge of, but I don’t know how to bring it up first. There must already be a lot of patients lined up.”

Gongsun Min spoke as he stroked the sword on his waist. It was a weapon that Yeonhwa Nata had borrowed from him in his now rather faint memory. It was also Gongsun Min’s family heirloom.

“We have to wait. We can’t just cut corners.”

Jegal Qing’er replied briefly and strode forward.

It didn’t take long to talk to the bachelor who was the head of the shepherd’s household, settle the accounts, and be assigned a room to stay in for a while.

The group of Murim Alliance silently entered the pavilion in a corner of the garden.

Only then did the shepherds begin to speak.

“Is a political party a political party?”

“It seemed like there were a lot of powerful martial arts clans mixed in, so I thought they were going to make a big fuss.”

People who were wary of outsiders who looked unusual at first glance were relieved. This was because there were many martial artists who would come and ask people to treat their internal injuries.

Even now, there were more than a few swordsmen loitering around. The atmosphere around them was as tense as the blade of a sword.

The day passed like that.

* * *

It was evening.

The orange breath of the setting sun fell gently on the wall.

In the meantime.

Suddenly, a man banged on the door of the pavilion where the group of Murim Alliance was staying. The eyes of the warrior standing guard right in front of the door widened.

He had no sense of anything passing beside him. It was like a tree branch swaying in the breeze.

‘master……!’

I was even more surprised when I saw the intruder’s face. He had long ears and a beautiful face that was out of this world.

It is the rumored spirit of the god.

Even though he was wearing dusty yellow clothes, he had the presence of a giant tree. He literally had the woody energy that a large tree would emit.

The warriors of the Murim Alliance who had proper sense of humor felt a very refreshing energy.

“Come here!”

The god called the leader of the group and said that he would test whether he could provide medical treatment to those who had caused trouble.

The life of the leader was at stake. The guardsmen did not dare to act rashly. The harmonious facial features of the spirit and the scent of grass also played a part in this attitude.

Jegal Qing’er immediately came out. The other martial artists of the Martial Arts Alliance quickly gathered their weapons and left the rooms they were staying in. Gongsun Min was the same.

Boom! Boom boom!

“You broke all the doors. Are you going to pay for it?”

The tongue-licking god adds his remark. That’s why they are called martial artists.

“ah.”

Before Jegal Qing’er could even open his mouth, Shin Yi suddenly let out a soft exclamation and gestured beyond the wide-open door.

The coffin that the group of Murim Alliance had brought as a ancestral shrine was there.

“Is that why you came?”

“Yes, Elder Mok. My son is called Cheong-a in the Jegal family, and as a soldier of the Hangzhou Martial Arts Alliance… … .”

“no.”

The words of Jegal Qing’er, who had been politely offering up his lottery ticket, were cut off. The man known as Shin-ui was now shaking his head.

“There is nothing that can be done with medicine. That is the state of affairs.”

“… I heard that the Spirit of the Spirits uses mysterious magic and martial arts. If you could take a look for yourself… … .”

Shin Yi’s brow furrowed at Zhuge Qing’er’s words.

“Are you asking me to bestow such a precious talent on those who are just fighting in the world of martial arts? And I told you that’s not my concern? You have to find the guy who did that to solve this problem. Or else he’ll die.”

“That is impossible. I am willing to pay any price.”

“It wasn’t your turn to begin with. I just stopped by for a drink to cool my head and keep my fingertips from shaking when I put the needle in. Don’t waste your time.”

That was when.

Suddenly, dozens of masked men fell down the wall. There was a soft thud as they stomped on the dirt.

They had come to attack at night, taking advantage of the gap in the guard of the unmanned people outside. They were people who had mastered martial arts without even looking at them.

It’s something that can always happen.

Any outstanding talent is bound to be an object of greed, especially if it involves medical skills that save lives.

Of course, this isn’t something that’s happened once or twice.

Just looking at the carefree attitude of the god, it was obvious. He was different from the warriors of the Murim Alliance who reacted immediately and pointed their weapons.

It seemed so familiar, like it was something I experienced every time I went out for a walk.

“God always says the same thing.”

One of the intruders raised his hand to the sword. It seemed as if he considered the Murim Alliance, who had just been denied treatment, to be his allies.

“Don’t waste your time? That’s ridiculous. There aren’t many patients around here anymore.”

“so?”

The god, carrying a pack on his back, asked. The few blades of grass that had not sprouted around his feet swayed slightly.

The feeling that permeated the atmosphere of my whole body was like an impregnable wall.

“I heard that even those with amputated limbs can be cured in one meal. It is a sin to waste such a gift from heaven. I will not ask you to follow me. Do not discriminate against those who carry a sword. Do not push your name off the list of patients.”

Shin-ui laughed at the masked man’s words.

“At this time of year, a number of desperate people come up here. They are my priority.”

“How can someone who can reattach severed limbs in a single day…? Are you really making fun of the martial artist?”

“If the poor people sleep well tonight, the next day, two or three heads of rice will sprout without fail. Even if there is a famine, it is the same. But what do you make? How will it benefit this country?”

The god who whirled around. He seemed strangely detached from the world as he spoke sharply while carrying a backpack on his back.

To the martial artists of the Martial Arts Alliance, including Jegal Qing’er, Shin Yi’s words and actions were clearly a threat to anyone.

These are words that no one martial artist can ignore. They are words that are unique in provocation. Even the masters who came to ask for the swordsmanship right away were out of breath here and there.

Jegal Qingya could not bring herself to open her mouth. God is a noble family. It means that words and lies do not work. She had to be lost in thought.

Is there any way to get the cooperation of that eccentric congressman other than using force?

“I have lived a long life and have experienced that the strong are not even as good as the weak. I am a being that saves. How could I prioritize the one that kills?”

It was when Shin-ui smiled and spoke.

“You are a true member of parliament.”

A sudden muttering reached everyone’s ears. It was a soliloquy mixed with unfiltered exclamations. Anyone who heard it could tell it was sincere.

It rang out from above the heads of the audience.

Their gazes simultaneously rose above the wall.

A strikingly handsome young man was sitting on the wall, with one lively arm draped over his shoulder, as if he had just fallen from the ground.

The sunset spread out beyond it was dimly losing its light. As if the pupils were operating, a haze of pale internal energy was constantly rippling all over the body, even on the severed arm.

It’s transcendent.

It was a presence that replaced the vast sunset.