Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 47

meeting

The next morning, the mission was ready. Jeong Yeon-shin received a bag containing various supplies, provisions, and travel expenses.

He said that as the Blue Knight, he had to take responsibility.

In addition, the letters engraved on the robe of the Emperor were covered with a piece of silk. It was quite exquisite.

“This is a position where I have to deal with the noble families. Since it is a dangerous mission, I will not change my uniform.”

At Margin’s words, Do Yu-won, who came out of the general office, nodded.

“The formal attire of the Iphwangseong includes thread from a spirit called Cheonjam (天蠶). It is a very valuable item, and there is one thread for each vital area. It is embroidered vertically. It will buy you a very short moment of time from horizontal slashes or stabs.”

“If you add a steel plate, you can’t avoid the discerning eyes of experts. You’ll attract unnecessary attention.”

“Oh no, what are you going to do with this! It’s everything to me and Jeong So-hyeop!”

Heonwonchang pretended to be mad.

While caressing his right prince with his left hand, he stroked the prince under Jeongyeonshin’s shoulder with his right hand.

It was very bizarre. Jeongyeonshin fell a little.

Heonwonchang said with a slightly tearful expression.

“Isn’t the Volcano Sect enough? I find it hard to agree. Now, the Emperor’s coming soon!”

“Keep the Iphwangsinhyeop quiet.”

Baek Mi-ryeo approached him at Margin’s calm words. Only then did Heonwonchang shrink back.

He mumbled something unintelligible as he moved away slightly. Shin So-bin, his junior, shook her head.

“Aren’t you in the same year as Senior Seomye? I don’t know if you can properly sneak in.”

“Heonwon Sohyeop is not what he seems. It must be your fault.”

“I hope so. This is my first mission, and I’ll just try to work with you. I only briefly saw the martial arts of Seomye Seonbae during the promotion ceremony, right? I wonder if you’ll be able to show off your skills that match your reputation when you go to Gangho.”

Shin So-bin raised her lips. It was a cheeky smile.

Jeongyeon Shin wasn’t particularly interested. She just hoped that she wouldn’t get caught.

It doesn’t end with the blue color, the next promotion uniform, black, is said to have the rank of Daeju.

There is a huge difference between white and blue.

‘We’ve taken one step. Now there can be no more mission failures.’

I remembered the anxiety I felt when I failed to subdue the Seven Sages of the Blood Flame Cult.

I never wanted to experience it again. That was why the Hwangbo family’s small family tree, whether it was the Sun God Vein or something else, was meaningless.

He just keeps piling up achievements. Jeong Yeon-shin gave a lottery to Margin.

“See you later.”

“Okay, the moment you complete your mission, you’ll run into Hwangbo Se-ga. I’ll see you then.”

Margin nodded and said. After a moment of silence, when he opened his mouth again, the scar on his mouth looked embarrassed.

“······The mission may fail. Think of your own safety first.”

I know that those words did not come from the person of Ma Gwang-ik. Jeong Yeon-shin bowed to his uncle.

It was different from my maternal grandfather, Mayeonjeok. I felt completely guilty and couldn’t just push away Majin who kept coming closer.

Jeongyeonshin slightly turned her gaze.

“Your Majesty, don’t push yourself too hard later. I heard that Hwangbo Se-ga is one of the best masters in Shandong.”

“This is not a fight, this is a war. We must unite.”

Margin replied with a sly smile.

Jeong Yeon-shin shook her head as if disappointed and climbed onto the brown horse next to her.

I felt the saddle firmly supporting my rump and gently patted the horse’s neck.

When I lived in Jeonggajang, I thought of a life companion like a thousand-mile horse. It was different.

Iphwangseong was a place where horses were constantly being changed, so it was difficult to get attached to a horse.

“Please take good care of me until the post station.”

Jeong Yeon-shin leaned over and whispered. She picked up the reins while several of her seniors, Ma Gwang-ik, saw her off.

From both sides, Heonwonchang and Shinsobin also approached on horseback.

“It’s Kang Ho-haeng again. It always makes my heart flutter.”

Heonwonchang said with a grin. Jeong Yeonshin briefly glanced at Shin Sobin, who glared at him as if she didn’t like him, and then jerked the reins.

It was my first mission as a Blue Knight of the Imperial Palace.

* * *

Just by covering up the sign of the Emperor’s Palace, I felt like I had entered another world.

Maybe it was because I had to lead the group without my seniors. I felt empty even though I wasn’t even a senior.

The background that many people used to show respect or fear has disappeared.

‘I heard that there is also contempt experienced by the masters of the martial arts world.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. Since she hasn’t experienced it yet, the approaching things are bound to be different.

The destination was Namjikrye Huiju. There was a slightly roundabout route from Yangyang to Huiju.

It was different from the missions I had been on so far that required long breaks for the horse.

The group ran quickly.

As expected from a direct descendant of a prestigious family, Shin So-bin was skilled at horseback riding.

Horseback riding for a long time was another thing, but it was not an obstacle at all.

Heonwonchang also ran very well. He said that the Gangho tour was best enjoyed after a mission.

Twenty days passed. Jeong Yeon-shin did not have enough energy to cross the castle with light swords.

The two white men were the same. They had to rely on words.

Nothing much happened until we reached the vicinity of Huizhou.

It was the same even though there were bandits from the Nokrim and enemies from the Surochae in Jicheon.

It is said that Heonwonchang met many people when he came from Shanxi to Yangyang to perform the imperial rite, but it seemed like it was all a lie.

‘I get the feeling.’

During that time, Jeongyeonshin practiced her sword skills in order to gradually advance into the realm of the yin sphere.

It was also the task of dismantling the old bond of Wolyeongjohwagyeol. At the very least, it seemed possible to create a new deep space before the Yongbongjihoe ended.

Woohoo.

It was a place where the road leading to Huiju caught the eye.

Under the ginkgo tree that stood unusually large on the roadside, the Bukmyeong sword placed on Jeong Yeon-shin’s legs rang.

There is no Ip Hwang Geum. Because his affiliation had to be hidden, he left it to Cheong Myeong.

‘It’s easy to increase the size of your sword.’

Infusing the sword with internal energy so that it doesn’t break easily. It was a common technique. It was like that in the world of masters.

Jeong Yeon-shin went further.

He felt the essence of the sound. Using the secret of the Shigeukgyeong, he divided the two strands of true energy and inserted them into the sword.

As the rippling waves of energy grew stronger, the sound grew louder.

Gooosh!

The mystery of Jin-gi was amazing.

The extremely delicate operation, which was difficult even for those with innate senses, brought about an unprecedented resonance.

The pitch of the sound could be adjusted.

If you add radiant energy to the sound that spreads here, it becomes a sound hole.

‘The power of this martial art is ultimately determined by the amount of internal energy.’

There was another problem. Yin Gong was also said to be a profound ignorant person.

It is difficult for Jeong Yeon-shin, who has only been training for a short time, to distinguish between the swordsman and the enemy. He thought of Heonwonchang and Shin So-bin.

Sending out a voice telling you to protect your ears with your internal energy right before casting the sound? How great would it be if only fights had that much leeway?

Even so, it was a great sense of accomplishment. It would be very useful in one-on-many battles.

“You said it was a sword? As expected, it really catches the eye.”

It was Shin So-bin, dressed in white. Her pitch-black eyes sparkled with interest.

She came towards me, placed her hands on her knees, and bent down.

Her long, tied hair flowed down glossy.

Jeongyeon Shin thought that she didn’t understand why she had grown her hair out like that, even though she wasn’t even an expert.

It was because it was shaped to be easy to grab during close combat.

“sorry.”

Jeongyeon Shin apologized, letting her thoughts drift away.

Huizhou was a very large city.

It was said that because it was an extremely bustling place, merchants carrying high-quality goods such as tea leaves and silver coins were constantly coming and going.

It was a relatively safe passage, needless to say. There were many pedestrians glancing over from the other side of the street.

“I like what I hear! It’s quite charming.”

Heonwonchang grumbled while eating the dried fish.

Perhaps it was because the rough writing on the yellow paper was covered up. He seemed strangely happy to be receiving attention.

At that time, there were people approaching slowly.

“It looks like they are attending the Yongbong branch meeting. They are really arrogant.”

“You’re shouting your swordsmanship in broad daylight without even fighting? If not to show off your meager martial arts skills, then what are you talking about?”

They were a young man and woman with extraordinary prayer skills.

They were dressed in luxurious yellow silk uniforms, and Jeong Yeon-sin first saw the swords hanging from their waists.

They were martial artists. They seemed to come from an unusual family.

It is a young man with a hero’s spear on his forehead like a spear and a woman with slightly upturned eyes.

They both looked to be about twenty years old. Their faces looked a little youthful.

Behind them was a group of people who appeared to be performers.

Before Heonwonchang could say anything, Jeongyeonshin stood up first.

“I was reckless. Your words touched my heart deeply.”

The postures of the man and woman changed as they bowed politely. They returned the bow in the same manner, as if they had been learning etiquette for a long time.

It was a restrained gesture, even though it seemed almost like a reflex action.

“······You admit your mistakes easily. It doesn’t look bad.”

“Maybe we were showing our anger because we were annoyed. We were scared.”

Both the man and the woman were arrogant yet dignified. They reminded me of the Yongbongjihoe.

It was said that many of the later indices of prestigious families would attend. They will also be there.

“What is your name and order?”

The man asked, slightly lifting his chin.

It is said that even the most prestigious families in the world have various types of people. The same goes for manners.

While there are humble people like the Sword Dragon Wijimyohwa, there are also stories of arrogant later leaders of prestigious political factions.

‘They seem like characters from the martial arts world.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. This could happen if they were martial arts chieftains who acted like kings in the areas they had established.

It was a time when exchanges between people like Yongbongjihoe were not frequent.

Since he lived like royalty in his own world, it seemed like something like the Hwangbo family’s forced labor incident was happening.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly.

“What are you thinking? Tell me frankly.”

“It is called the fruit-seeking of Chusilmun (追實門).”

“Chu-sil-mun? I haven’t heard of it. You’re a person without any basis.”

The woman next to the young man spoke mercilessly. A faint contempt appeared on both their faces. Their tones also changed.

The young man opened his mouth, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

“Yes. As you can see, we are blood relatives of the Jeongdo Myungmun family. You must have heard of the Hwangbo family, right? I know all about the Jeongdo family that will attend the Yongbong branch meeting. If your family is located between Jeong and Sa, I will not be able to treat you well.”

“I need to teach you. You could be wasting the realm of creating a sword.”

The woman stepped forward and intervened. She seemed very accustomed to using force to satisfy her emotions.

“······.”

Hwangbo Se-ga? If you go a little further, you will reach Hwiju. But Jeong Yeon-shin still couldn’t believe it for a moment.

The image drawn on the Yongmo-daegi that I received from Margin came to my mind late.

Their faces look similar.

I heard Margin’s drunken tale at a banquet celebrating the Blue Ascension.

The mother of Jeong Yeon-shin, who left him, also ended up marrying into the Jeong family in a truly absurd way.

It has been said that Kang-ho’s fate is like a sudden storm. Is this situation no different?

I felt the energy of Heonwonchang and Shinsobin, who were watching from behind, growing stronger.

He thought about it for a long time, but he could finish it quickly. He expressed his gratitude to Buddha and the Primordial Heavenly Being.

There is no reason to put up with it.

It was a mission that had to be carried out within the realm of the political faction from the beginning, as Hwangbo Se had to be able to handle the small business and mobilize the power of the family.

‘I definitely need to get a reason.’

First, he put down his hands that had been holding the lottery ticket and opened his lips.

“You’re putting the fundamentals in your mouth.”

Jeongyeon Shin revealed her true personality without hiding it.

“The reputation of Hwangbo Se-ga is high, but even after hearing the name of the main character, your attitude is rude. Is this the manners of the martial arts world? Your insult has tarnished the honor of the monks. They are talking about each other’s faults. What more can the martial arts people talk about?”

“what······?”

Was this something they had never experienced before? For a moment, the expressions on the man and woman’s faces disappeared.

Jeong Yeon-shin sensed the presence of onlookers who had begun to gather.

He continued speaking in a clear voice.

“First, I apologized by taking an example. I revealed my name and affiliation to you despite your reckless words and actions. You say that Hwangbo Se-ga is baseless while talking? Do you think you can tolerate it? I request a reprimand.”

“Your words are like flowing water from a clear mountain.”

The corners of the young man’s mouth curled up. He raised his arm and pushed the woman, who was frowning, back.

The veins on his forearms were visible between the sleeves. It seemed that he had polished his energy to a great extent.

“Okay. I didn’t like the idea of inviting a sect in the middle of the political world to the Yongbong branch. My nickname is······”

“I’m not curious. Come.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had cut off the bastard’s words, slowly grabbed the sword of Bukmyeonggeom.

Suddenly, I remembered the swordsmanship of Sim Mu-ryeon, who had lost his head.