Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 473

◈ The Great Tax-Free Festival (8)

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The body of the Dark Heavenly Emperor collapses, following the rolling head.

dump.

“… … .”

In an instant, the whole area froze. The movements of the Taemosanseong masters who had been unfolding their formation by spreading out the blue lightning of their internal energy like a net suddenly stopped.

As an enormous silence swept across the land, the voice of Cheongsujinin, who had been sharpening his sword at the foot of the hill, rang out in confusion.

“Did you kill him…?”

None other than the head of the Cheongseongpa, he expresses his shock and relief without holding back. There is a reason why he cannot help it.

Hangzhou today.

In various places across the vast land, vegetation withered and narrow streams dried up. The common people who had heard of the strange events everywhere began to visit the temples of the government, famous temples, and other Taoist temples to pray for the peace of the city.

It is not something like the wrath of the Jade Emperor or the Mountain God.

Those who are well-versed in martial arts know that all of this is due to the magic of Taemosanseongju. This goes without saying, especially for those present.

It can be said that every time the Dark Heavenly Emperor strikes the ground once, several large gardens turn into barren land.

The same goes for uncultivated fields and mountains. This was because the natural energy was drawn in by the huge magic circle.

If you are a peerless master of the famous clan, you cannot help but feel this aspect even more clearly.

And now.

The flow of suction that Horongsulsikjin had been creating stopped. The ancient writings that had been spinning while emitting a soft light made a rustling sound under the stone chips.

The harsh wind that had been piercing the ears of the many nobles like a scream had disappeared, and the magic circle that had been sucking in the natural energy through the Dark Heavenly Emperor could no longer swallow its prey.

It just spun around in vain, making the sound of a sheet of paper being torn into several bundles.

Hangzhou has come back to life.

“Thank goodness, truly fortunate.”

The head of the dark heavenly emperor falls, and two breaths later, a look of wonder appears on the face of the Qingshui Jinin. It was a very rare event. At that time, the Qingcheng Jangmunin was famous for having a personality like the late winter of Qingcheng Mountain.

“Yeah, that was the new purple moon dance just now… …!”

The admiration was evident in the words. The tense standoff was rendered colorless. It couldn’t be helped.

The Gongwolmu of the peerless master is treated as a top secret by all the great sects in the world. Although rumors occasionally circulate, it is rare for it to be revealed even in private battles where the honor of the sect is at stake.

It is literally a life-saving tool, as it is the sum total of all the martial arts skills one possesses.

There is no opportunity to learn at all. Even the elders of the old school are no exception. Each person simply studies and refines their own studies.

Saaaaa―

The middle of the hill that Jeongyeonshin passed by and climbed.

The invincible Socheonmujeok stands there dumbly.

She slightly raised her hand, smooth as white porcelain. Between her fingers, a pitch-black flame flickered, pouring out sparks like crow’s feathers.

If Jeongyeonshin was aiming for Socheonmujeok, she would have had to face the Samadhi evolution of Mingyo.

[Gongwolmu?]

She muttered.

[How did you do Gongwolmu… … .]

My mind trembles slightly. The mockery has disappeared from the lips of the absolute being who has always acted as the supreme being of the Ming sect, even though he has never claimed to be the Heavenly Demon.

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin slightly lowered her eyelids.

He felt various presences. The feeling of purple sleeves slightly flowing down and touching the handle of the weapon, the head of the Dark Heavenly Emperor rolling on the ground and stopping after stumbling on a rock, the gaze of the Invincible One staring at him from below the hill…

‘The Dark Emperor is clearly dead.’

It definitely took a toll on the skin.

The sensation of cutting blood vessels and bones still lingered in the hand that held the lightning bolt. At that moment, the Dark Heavenly Emperor clearly showed surprise. I also confirmed that he was wiggling his fingers as if he was about to spread out a defensive plank.

I can’t even feel the innate energy now.

It was said to be a plan of hundreds of years.

The body that had lived for so many years that Jeongyeonshin could not reach was clearly dead. It was killed by a single blow from Ipdo Gongwol.

‘however.’

Why doesn’t it feel like it’s over? Even the magic formation of the tiger dragon technique that was spread out under my feet has subsided.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin slowly turned around. Gaebongju Jukwangsingae was looking at him with a strange expression. It seemed like he was very surprised, or a little embarrassed.

“… You have no hesitation in revealing your life-saving skills. There are quite a lot of eyes watching. The characteristics of your Gongwolmu could be known to the whole world.”

“Aren’t we working together on something big?”

“hmm…….”

The liberal stance was stirring.

Jeong Yeon-shin swallowed the words that her Gongwolmu would not stop at just one. There was no need to convey the secret information of Iphwangseong Purple to Yongdubangju, who was conquering the world’s martial arts world.

Even if he is a respectable senior, it is the same.

‘More than that.’

Jeongyeon Shin narrowed her eyebrows slightly.

A cloud of fatigue was creeping over my muscles and acupoints. The radiant light that had been spinning in my heart stopped moving for a moment, like a watermill whose water supply had been cut off. It was natural.

The reason why the best martial artists don’t easily perform Gongwolmu.

It is literally a lifesaver. It is a means to drastically turn around a situation that is on the verge of death. The backlash is bound to be strong.

It was the same as when he had swung his arm at the Heavenly Sword Master. Even now, it was not easy to keep his balance and stand, so he needed time to examine his body even for a moment. The problem was the Socheonmujeok at the bottom of the hill.

at that time.

A transparent scent wafted from the side.

Sabak.

The sound of wide, thin trousers brushing the instep. Bare feet stepping on the ground beneath the light pink uniform.

It was a smooth ride.

She boldly climbed up past Socheonmujeok. It was something that would be difficult to even attempt unless you had an extremely extraordinary mind, but she immediately reached out and hugged Jeongyeonshin’s waist without a care.

In an instant, the hems of the two people’s clothes crinkled gently. As if trying not to give any shock to the junior’s body, even the subtlety of the scenery was contained in the small gesture.

Senior Kang-ho’s courtesy is evident. It was his respect for Jeong Yeon-shin.

“Come here.”

Yulhanangrang said.

Hwaak-!

The next moment, Jeongyeonshin was standing at the bottom of the hill.

His vision was distorted once. He had moved down the hill using the volcanic rock marker. However, no significant recoil was felt inside his body.

This is because even the backlash caused by the nerves was blown away by Yulhanangrang outside their bodies.

[… … .]

Until then, Socheonmujeok had not yet appeared.

She seemed to be gradually falling into deep contemplation. Her face was strangely soulless. She looked somewhat dazed, which was not befitting of someone who mocked the heavens.

“Yeonshin-ah.”

Meanwhile, Yulhanangrang gently pressed Jeongyeonshin’s shoulder and sat her down.

“Take a deep breath. Yes, like that.”

He encourages Jeongyeonshin’s breathing with a smiling voice.

First of all, it was as expected of a senior who had achieved the Gongwolmu. On the one hand, he was greatly surprised by the Gongwolmu, and on the other hand, he seemed to have seen through Jeongyeonshin’s physical condition deeply.

Moreover, it seemed that Yulhanangrang no longer expected any role from him.

It was right after I hugged him from afar. Of course, I could guess the aftereffects of the entrance exam.

Jeongyeonshin accepted Yulhanangrang’s favor. Even if the Dark Heaven Emperor was dead, something was not right. He also had to consider the complex and varied attack of the Socheonmujeok.

“I’ll take a break for a moment.”

“How about getting some sleep? I’ll stand guard for you.”

at the same time.

On the hill, the corpse of the Dark Heavenly Emperor crumbled into dust. Another aftermath of the Ipdo Gongwol. The power of the ultimate thunder that overlapped like a waterfall of Hwan-gang, and the Seonryong Ihwagyeol that turned its own body into a sword, brought out a sword power that was like a natural disaster.

Some of the teachings of the 13th Heavenly Martial Arts were mixed in. Jeong Yeon-shin’s introductory art of Gongwolmu left no aftereffects.

The silence around them deepened.

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“Ugh… … !”

Cheongsu Jinin, who had glimpsed the scene from afar, sighed but then firmed his lips.

Bam! Bam!

A bluish black cloud spread out like a cloud. Dozens of lightning bolts rushed in from all directions, crashing into it and exploding into blue sparks.

‘How so?’

He began to swing his sword again at the formation of Taemosanseong masters, but his movements did not return to their former state. The sword should have been as bright as a ray of light, but it was somewhat sluggish.

It was a very strange thing. Unlike the disappeared magic circle, the Gongwolmu Nihilistic Mirror was still unfolding. It didn’t make sense.

“What the… … !”

There was no room to open my mouth any further.

Cheongsu Jinin was still in a state of ruin, and the masters of Taemosanseong Fortress strengthened their grip again even though the Dark Heaven Emperor had died.

As their numbers increased, the Wallcheongu Palace’s strength rapidly grew. Even though they had spread a net of blue lightning under their feet, they still had a faint look of defeat on their faces.

A loud noise overlapping with all sorts of sounds.

The ground shook continuously. Lightning and Samadhi Jinhwa poured down towards Cheongsu Jinin, and stone pillars rose up from the ground like engines, spreading desperate waves of aerodynamic force.

Scorched stone dust and red-hot sparks flew in all directions. On one side, Aksurim was spinning his spear in a circle and piercing one of the master’s chests with it.

“What is this?! Why is it like this!”

He stopped looking at Jeongyeonshin happily from afar and shouted nervously. This was because her Samhwachwijeong had not returned either.

The group sensed that something was about to change.

There is no change in the state of nihilism. Rather, it is an anomaly. This is even more so because everyone had previously witnessed the transcendental hand of Jeong Yeon-shin.

Jeong Yeon-shin and Beom-heo Daesa sitting cross-legged on one side of the valley that had become a vast plain, and Yul-hanang-rang looking around while guarding the two people. It was also strange that So-cheon-mu-jeok was standing there blankly without taking any particular retaliation or action.

The battlefield of the peerless masters was so mysterious.

“The first one has clearly passed away… …!”

Cheongsujinin spat out a sigh. This was confirmed by everyone in the room. Iphwangseong purple never casted Gongwolmu carelessly. The lifeline of the Dark Heavenly Emperor’s true body was cut off, and his body also quickly turned to dirt and fell to the ground.

However, outside the place where Yulhanangrang’s law was needed, there was a battlefield filled with loud noises.

Then suddenly.

[Of course.]

A soft laughter echoed.

[There is no other sorcerer who would not face death in the face of such a sudden attack, other than the young and famous sect leader of the time.]

It was on the hill where the Ipdo Gongwol was activated. Suddenly, pure white bone dust gathered on a whirlwind, and soon, as if the Wonyeongsin was being created, it took the shape of a human with only the skeleton left.

The flesh of bones aligned quickly and naturally as if in an instant. At the same time, a divine energy wave swept across the ground in concentric circles.

Pass.

The sound of the wind is eerie.

The white skull’s brows were filled with dark blue flames. It was like the irises that the evil spirits in the story carried around in place of their pupils.

In an instant, a thin layer of frost appeared all around, and the warmth that had been held in the last of the early east winds turned into an air as cold as ice. It was as if Hangzhou had turned into the North Sea.

[The pine tree of Iphwangseong has cut off my old breath, so I will never be able to touch the Sambongam (三丰巖) of Mt. Mudeung with my skin again. It is very sad.]

A dry thought scratched the air. It was the voice of the Dark Heavenly Emperor.

It was literally a miracle. It may not be possible to describe it as just a strange story.

The sight of a person born as a human shedding his skin. It is not a fabled ship that reaches the sky and rises above the clouds, but rather a ship that has leaped over the mountains here in Hangzhou.

Flutter—

Suddenly, a pure white robe descends from the sky and wraps itself around the bony shoulders.

Could it be a Buddhist temple? The thick ribs were hidden by the hem of the thick robe, and that alone gave the impression of hundreds of layers of self-defense equipment.

There is no separate King of Hell in the Underworld. His behavior and prayers were all like that.

“It is like going against the grain and ending up in a state of despair… … .”

Yulhanangrang let out a short sigh. Her bare feet wiggled on the ground as she looked back and forth between Jeongyeonshin and Beomheodaesa.

What does the world’s Taoist Wu Maek pursue?

Immortality. It is a fable of the lights.

If you master the Hwasanpa Jahashin Gong, you will not age, and if you deeply learn the principles of Taegeuk in the Shaman sect, you will rarely get hurt.

The goals pursued by the soolbeopmu-gong, who are difficult to separate from the Taoist priests, are no different.

The result is the polarity of Wonyoungshin.

[Hangzhou.]

Woof-

Above the white skeleton of his hand, a sphere spread out a splendid light.

[I guess I’ll have to do it instead.]

It was a platinum-colored inner chamber that seemed to contain a spirit, and there was a swirling energy inside.

The vitality flowed out thickly as if the innate energy had been extracted separately. At this moment, the frosty strong wind could not reach the surrounding area.

As if the lifeline of the Dark Heavenly Emperor was shaped into a round sphere.

Socheonmujeok, who had been quiet until then, suddenly looked up at him from below the hill. As if she had achieved the magician’s characteristic six-way battle, a voice flowed out of her lips.

“How do you feel now?”

[Dark.]

The intuition of a peerless master surpasses a person’s innate five senses. The same goes for Won Yeong-shin’s intuition.

Because all cognitive abilities are replaced by senses, there is no need to be affected by techniques that disrupt the senses, such as the illusion sword. Even false pretense does not work.

“It doesn’t look like a human face.”

[Is that what Zi-hyu taught you? The flesh you see is all an illusion.]

“The sects are very different. Our sect does not elevate the eldest son above the heavenly horse.”

[That’s a famous school.]

At the same time, the hand of the Dark Heavenly Emperor made of bone dropped the inner platform.

At that moment, a sunset-colored slash tore through the air and struck the sphere, but it was slowed by the internal defense walls that Socheonmujeok and Darkcheonje had deployed one after another, and ended up scattering like flower petals.

At the foot of the hill, Yulhanangrang’s eyes sharpened as he extended his sword.

Swish.

The inner body that fell down the hill disappears into the air as if it were a strange void, hiding itself in the gaps between the wind gusts.

Then, the vast magic circle appeared again and began to rotate in a circle, biting its own tail and rapidly increasing its size.

Woof woof woof woof!

It took only a moment for it to cross the valley and cover the mountain ridge.

The sky is turning dark.

A thunderous sound, as if lightning were tearing through space, was heard from beyond the distant clouds. Immediately, Jeong Yeon-shin, who was sitting next to Yulhanangrang, opened her eyelids.

A loud noise was coming, shaking the air like thunder. My ears felt like they were covered in fog, but I had a gut feeling that it was the roar of something.

Jeong Yeon-shin stood up, calming down the elasticity in her body with Jeong Ga-dong’s pupils.

And glanced down.

‘Monk head monk.’

I see the still, motionless monk. Did he anticipate the situation that would eventually come to this? The old monk, who has no arms, is now sitting on a colorless flower.

As the name suggests, Samhwachwijeong is a flower with three flowers overlapping each other. It was a flower with an incredible energy.

[Come down.]

Among them, the six combined battle stars of the Dark Heavenly Emperor pierced the air.

[Sambong.]