Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 471

◈ The Great Tax-Free Festival (6)

Three great warriors were killed in quick succession.

The long robe worn by Jeong Yeon-shin was a moderately colorful purple, but the faded ceremonial attire seemed to immediately bring to mind Iphwangseong.

“Purple… … !”

“Yeah, I guess I have no choice but to intervene!”

“But how…?”

Don’t approach anymore.

They just lingered in the dark air, their hazy skins hidden in the air like dust-covered iron.

Soon the room became quiet.

“… … .”

Five or six people all killed the wave, and only the gray eyes flashed faintly. They were displaying the extreme silver sleep technique in place.

The use of internal energy itself was extremely difficult. It was separate from the fact that I could not achieve the Three Flower Purification.

Joo Gwang-shin quickly wiped away his embarrassed expression.

“They are veterans of the previous generation who have lived for a long time. Since they are a famous clan, their bodies have not withered, and instead, their internal energy has deepened… The older they get, the more troublesome they become.”

The wrinkled lips of the old beggar revealed weariness.

The deep furrow between his eyebrows was like another aspect of Kang-ho, and it simultaneously reflected the personality and life of a person who was considered a famous person in the entire martial arts world.

Dragon’s Head and Ark.

The leader of the open movement looked worried about the future.

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin was thinking again about the person called Amcheonje.

‘I don’t know.’

A vast expanse of Gongwolmu.

I can’t guess how it was activated. I can’t feel any magical structure.

It may be because it is a completely different, advanced form of sorcery, or because Jeongyeonshin’s upper body is not the same as before.

One thing was clear.

In the first place, this area is a skill aimed at the Sambongjinin who are not on the list.

The Dark Heavenly Emperor’s thoughts were saying so. It was not a life-saving ritual for his distant juniors, but a ritual of persistence that he had held onto for hundreds of years.

‘The movement of the head is still the same, but…’

Jeongyeonshin was amazed as she felt the surging power. Even though she wanted to suppress it because the timing was not right, she had no choice but to let it rise from her heart.

The god of the upper body was in a state of collapse, not being able to expand his body. His mind, which had been suffering from a silent roar, became quiet.

The body, which had barely been able to fulfill its role as a vessel through a complete transformation, had completely become one with the spirit of the upper body.

Twenty years old.

No, would it have been like this if I hadn’t been born with the fate of dying at the age of nineteen?

Jeongyeonshin straightened her back.

Dismissal-

Immediately, several white lightning bolts flashed around the body.

The aerodynamic waves of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi. It responded to the subtle movements of the body, not the mind. It was an extremely sensitive state of Samhwachwijeong.

“How are you feeling?”

A woman’s voice comes smoothly down the cave wall.

Jeongyeonshin raised her head.

Inyoung was sitting cross-legged, upside down, glued to the ceiling. Yet her long black hair and the hem of her clothes did not fall down. It was as if she was living under different laws.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“… A famous sect leader.”

“Isn’t it pretty good?”

She asked.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer. The other person’s attire was close to perfect.

The famous cult leader, Socheonmujik.

He was covered with a white robe as gorgeous as the emperor’s dragon robe. The hem of the robe was decorated with difficult-to-read patterns made of jet-black thread, and it was assumed that it was written in ancient times.

Meanwhile, the scarf wrapped around her neck was pure white. It spread a whitish fog around the nape of her neck, as if it were woven from the fur of a spirit creature.

This time it’s real. It’s you.

Swish.

There was a sound of the open-minded person next to him taking the ceremonial step. Jeong Yeon-shin looked up at So Cheon-mu-jeok.

“The prayers are different.”

He said.

A dizzying smile appeared on the invincible, pure white face. It was a devilish nature.

The temperament of a great master who captivates people. Even though only one corner of his reddish lips was raised, his unique presence stood out.

“There’s no way I wouldn’t use something like this, right? I’m not an idiot.”

It’s a story about nihilistic contempt.

Her speech and behavior had changed. She was no longer as polite and condescending as she had been when she had joked around a few times before.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t care.

“What about Senior Baek?”

“Cho-yeol is definitely a pretty great person. The standards are different. The focus is on the past, and at that point in time, the one who took the position was none other than Jang Sam-bong.”

“Tell me where it is.”

“But you can’t go against the law of heaven, can you? The god who is invading our heads, you and I, is not something that can be distorted by human skill. If that were possible, I would have invited Choyeol as my benefactor. In about half a day, the upper chamber will move again, and it will whisper to us mockingly. ‘Didn’t I grant you infinite talents?’”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s pupils, who were staring at So Cheon-mu-jeok, were filled with white light.

It was a city law.

He began to count the gaps and creases in the dark cave. But Socheonmujeok’s sinister smile did not fade.

Rather, he only spoke words that were full of wisdom, which was not befitting of someone who deals with magic.

“This damned upper chamber is a punishment from heaven. I said before that I sensed the will of heaven. Aren’t you curious about what it is?”

“… … .”

“There are too many strong people in the world today. They all hold the natural knowledge in their bodies as their internal energy, but they never let it flow to the ground. We are the sickles that harvest their heads. Of course, it is not a blade that lasts as long as a diamond, but rather a piece of wood that becomes fertilizer after the harvest is over.”

A voice followed, as if cutting through the cave air.

“As you may have experienced, the martial arts people do not abandon those who are naturally strong like us. They literally come to the place where we die. That is the way things are. Wasn’t the martial arts world you lived in like that?”

There was a deep resonance in the question that sounded peaceful at first glance. Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been quietly looking up at her, blurted out a word while placing her hand on Yeo-roe’s sword.

Towards Socheonmujeok, who was smiling as if he was trying to guess and accept an answer like that, that it was an exaggerated delusion.

“That’s a good thing.”

“what?”

“Those kinds of people tend to take advantage of the land that the common people have worked for. Do you know that you can’t use the military flag without the permission of the country? That’s the Great Law of Ming.”

Suddenly, Ju Gwang Shingae’s arm flinched, but no one paid attention. This was because the air between Jeong Yeon Shin and So Cheon Moo Jeok was distorted and translucent.

Grayish-white stone particles crumbled from all directions with a crunching sound.

“What did you do?”

Jeongyeonshin suddenly asked.

“what?”

“There is no trace of you in the current world of martial arts. Are you doing nothing because you refuse that fate? You are the descendant of the Heavenly Demon.”

“under.”

The smile of Socheonmujeok deepened.

“This side is the same. The martial arts world has regressed by a hundred years under my hands. Aside from the Podalrap Palace in the west and the Ice Palace in the north, there is no place that is intact. The one talent that stands out the most is the ability to summon a sword. Whether it’s an actual blade or a sharp gaze.”

It was when her life came out in a few words.

“How long must I just listen? That child’s karma is having a negative influence on the Lord… … .”

As soon as one of the masters of the previous generation stepped forward, the room was engulfed in pitch-black flames. It was a flame that appeared like an illusion.

Soon after, the black flames died down, and there was nothing left. The previous masters disappeared without leaving behind even a piece of bone, flesh, or clothing.

A very unrealistic output.

Even Socheonmujeok didn’t even lift a hand. He just gave him a sidelong glance.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt the silent surprise of the liberal standing next to her. The basement was filled with intense silence. It seemed as if the invisible embers of the Samadhi Evolution were enveloping the room.

“You have to know the topic.”

The short-sighted Socheonmujeok smiles at Jeongyeonshin.

“I’m chatting with someone special.”

Sabak.

She stood up from her seat.

The ceiling of the basement was still used as the floor.

So Cheon Moo-Jeok, who was standing upside down, and Jeong Yeon-Shin, who was standing on the ground, looked up at each other. For a moment, their eyes exchanged indifferent glances.

Their equally long hair swept in opposite directions.

“… … .”

The preemptive strike was the responsibility of the new swordsman, Yeore.

bang!

He was stuck in the place where Socheonmujeok had been. It was a sword that had risen from Jeongyeonshin’s scabbard.

The pupils of Jeong Yeon-shin, who had previously activated the Shicheonbeop, drew white trajectories to the side. So Cheon-mu-jeok, who had done a somersault and landed, was smiling and snapping his fingers.

[Dragon pillar.]

Kwarrung!

The ground that Jeongyeonshin was standing on turns into a giant stone pillar and rises up.

A state where one’s thoughts flow out constantly as if one had cast the Gongwolmu. For sorcerers who can make one’s diet strong with just a few words of mantra, it would be like another Samhwachwijeong.

[Midday light.]

It was a cyclical pattern. It took a moment for the thought to take hold.

Phage, phage, phage!

A net of lightning spreads out in all directions, illuminating the cave bluely, and in an instant gathers around the floating Jeongyeonsin in the air.

It was faster than any speed sword. A mass of blue lightning trapped Jeongyeonshin and flashed violently.

In an instant, the surroundings became as bright as day. A magical skill imbued with boundless power. It was as if another sun had risen, and all directions were filled with blue light.

The heat radiating out into the surroundings was tremendous. Soon even the dirt floor began to crack and make a crunching sound.

But the person who was caught in the lightning wasn’t torn apart or disappeared. There wasn’t even the smell of burning skin.

The reason was that, at the moment when the thunderbolt was unfolding, he wove the starlight like a garment at a much faster speed. It was a peerless self-defense weapon.

“Your Majesty, you may take your steps. You must stop the dragon technique of the Lord of Taemosan Castle.”

A voice flowing calmly out from the thunder.

Ju Gwang-shin flinched. He was looking back and forth between the bottle tied to his waist and the short staff, with a worried expression on his face.

“… Are you planning on taking on the leader of the Myungsang sect all by yourself? No matter how much of a traitor he is, you should think about it again. The author… The things that the young leader of the Myungsang sect did outside the city are all true. He even earned the nickname of Invincible… … .”

“Go.”

Joo Kwang Shin’s words were cut off.

At the same time, Inyoung, who had been trapped in the lightning, disappeared from her spot and appeared in front of Socheonmujeok, who was tracing various places in the air with his long fingers.

The ultimate transformation of form. Later, a blurry afterimage was engraved in a line behind Jeongyeonshin’s back.

Oh my god!

His fist smashed through the translucent membrane.

It was an invincible internal energy shield that suddenly appeared, but even though it was only hit with Jinbyeok’s strong fist technique, a strong backlash like a thunderbolt lifted the hems of the two people’s clothes.

Not only the movements, but even the speed of the Shihwamugeukwon was completely different from before. In an instant, a long stream of blood ran through the solid air curtain like a castle wall.

[It’s too strong.]

The soft laughter of the invincible Socheon was mixed into the noise.

[Even though the ban has been loosened a little, it is not easy to respond.]

“… … .”

Jeongyeonshin raised her left hand without saying a word.

Before he knew it, his left hand was dyed in pure white light. A light that was paler than the ever-activating power of the Myungseoju. It was a move that had once destroyed part of the Void of the Irregular Form.

Traces of the demon’s annihilation.

Sarak.

His outstretched hand pierced through the internal defense wall built by Socheonmujeok as if it were air, and soon grabbed hold of her white collar.

The series of events was so natural that no one could believe it.

[… … !]

In that moment, Socheonmujeok’s eyes widened.

The Ju Gwang Shingae who was passing by her on one side also showed a rare expression of awe, and at that time, So Cheon Mu Jeok’s eyes were beautifully curved like a crescent moon.

[It’s still impressive even when I look at it again. It’s a sabotage aimed at me… It seems like he thought about the leader day and night.]

There was no answer from Jeong Yeon-shin.

The back of his hand was touching the collarbone of the invincible Socheon, and there was a reason why he couldn’t turn his hand over or open it. The resilience that came with the rapid heartbeat characteristic of a peerless master.

Phage crackle!

Blue-black sparks fly up in a mess.

It was blocked for the first time. It was the Heavenly Demon Armor. At that moment, Socheonmujeok tilted his head slightly toward him and whispered.

“I thought of you too. The only one who understands the leader of this sect, and the enemy who stands completely against me. What else can I think of and breathe besides you?”

A single thought spread apart from her breathing.

[Smoke, smoke, and seclusion.]

There was no significant aerodynamic ripple.

As soon as Socheonmujeok’s thin exhalation passed over his hand, a pure white light shattered like glass.

A sound like the friction of sand grains swept through the air. It was literally a demon. A technique that distorted the true energy structure of the Demon Destruction Cult from the root.

Crispy-

At the same time, the clothes that Jeongyeonshin was wearing fell apart, revealing her bare skin.

The original purple robe, which had been largely torn by the sword of the Heavenly Sword Master, was left sleeveless and hanging on both shoulders.

The great master of the famous religion.

The use of true energy to restore the balance between magical power and magic to its original state.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought back to himself growing up in a famous school. The exact same technique came to mind. He felt the flames of Samadhi Evolution darkening all around.

And I wondered.

Are the gentleman looking into the broken mirror and the monster reflected in the mirror the same being?

‘no.’

At that moment, light flowed from Jeongyeonshin’s body.

If it is difficult to win with this structure, you can change the board.

[You wouldn’t be surprised, would you? Let’s take a nap for a bit.]

The extremely strong black flame caused by Socheonmujeok was about to swallow her and Jeongyeonshin whole.

“It’s narrow.”

[what?]

Sabak.

Jeongyeonshin took a step to the side as if in a dream. At the same time, she applied strength to her right foot as if she was stepping on a true awakening.

Kuung―

The suddenly activated Hwan-gang continuously overlapped like waves of light toward the Yongcheon point on the sole of the foot, and the power of the footsteps that had been built up layer by layer flowed for an instant, surpassing the concept of overlapping, and then crashed into the ground.

Was he defending himself against an attack that was coming at him from a close distance? Suddenly, a look of regret crossed Socheonmujeok’s face as he stepped back.

Boom!! Crash crash crash crash!

The ground shook with a deafening noise.

It seemed as if a cluster of innumerable fireballs had exploded all at once. For a moment, large cracks raced in all directions.

Suddenly, a tremendous explosion spread out from the gaps carved like spider webs across the wide floor and walls, eventually destroying all the stone walls into tiny pieces like dust and releasing a thick cloud of dust.

Hwaaaaaaaah!

The vast but confined space expands endlessly.

Beyond the ceiling that had disappeared without a trace, the sky opened wide. Out of nowhere, dazzling sunlight poured down.

“What? What?!”

“The dragon is already… … ?!”

“Avoid the monster! No, there’s the Holy Sword God over there…!”

Jeongyeonshin sensed new sounds in the shaky, generally disturbing underground space and the hazy air.

Behind them, there were the presence of Wonyeongshin, who had high density of aerodynamics, Shaolin Master, Yulhanangrang, Cheongsujinin, Aksurim, and all sorts of other people.

In the front, some old-looking qi and dark heavenly energy were detected, including the open-air Jukwang Shingae.

It was so heavy and large that it was difficult to measure whether the Horongsulsik had been completed or not.

The commotion gradually died down.

A land that no power in the world can approach.

Could it be because it is a place where no one has failed to feel the spirit? Or perhaps it is because it is a battlefield where peerless masters are stationed everywhere.

“… … .”

A very dense silence began to fill the surroundings. The sunlight swayed and bent here and there amidst all sorts of strange waves.

Among them.

Jeongyeonshin’s body spread a faint light.

The man with the shabby appearance possesses an internal energy that vibrates as fast as a ray of light. The clothes the emperor bestowed upon him were a Dharma treasure imbued with spirituality.

Soon, silky, smooth hems began to come down from the torn sleeves on both sides.

Saaaaa―

It was purple.

Jeongyeonshin inadvertently caused Samadhi Jinhwa.

In that moment, there was a sound of burning cloth, and a black character for “荒” appeared on both shoulders.

The sleeves were complete, rippling with sunlight that penetrated the thick dust, and the long hems characteristic of Jangpo reached down to the feet and stopped.

In this way, the doubles were completed.

Damn it.

He took a slow step forward.