Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 482

Wilderness extinction

In an instant, the invincible Socheonmujeok dispersed like a mirage in the summer curtain, and appeared in the opposite direction, below in the sky.

It was before I could even compare the swordsmanship that seemed to be made of moonlight to the martial arts.

For Jeong Yeon-shin, it was a success that created a void that was like a season of love and hate.

It was different from Cheon Geuk Moon Ju, who had to strike down his sword several times, and Jeong Yeon Shin, who took out Beom Heo Dae Sa with a fervent wish, relying on the resonance of the magical power.

But, Socheonmujeok, who had stepped on the air like that, frowned for the first time.

She was just activating the mantra that would enhance the magical power of the beginner. A soft thought flowed out from between her lips.

[How did you… …!]

It felt like my brain was being chewed and spat out.

At the top of the canyon.

Hwaaaaak―!

The vast, flickering clouds of lightning were cut down by a single sword and scattered to both sides.

It was as if the fuses had been lit by a fierce flame, and it was a sight as if the sword strike had severed something fundamental in the art of martial arts.

Everything disappeared in the moment when Jeong Yeon-shin, who had her eyes wide open from below, let out a single breath.

Literally destroyed. It was truly overwhelming.

[How long have you been watching me!]

Sarak.

The hem of her green dress brushed the air. Her hair, a darker shade of green, was bathed in the soft sunlight as the wind began to blow through the valley again.

It felt like I was coming down on the thunderous, invincible Yukhapjeonseong that had risen before.

Crumbs of rock crashed down from the nearby cliffs.

In the meantime, Inyoung, who was holding a sword, slowly fell to Jeongyeonshin’s eye level and stopped in that spot, stepping on the air like a cushion.

For a moment, the deep green hair that had been shining in the sunlight gently shook with the recoil of the landing.

But there was no sound of treading air.

There was no sign of life.

“… … .”

Jeongyeonshin looked at the sight with a rare expression of bewilderment.

He was standing on a tree branch jutting out from a nearby cliff. Before he knew it, Chilsado had quietly approached him and was floating in the air beside him.

The light of Jeongyeonshin’s eyes had long since faded. The image of the god of war that she had longed for was reflected in her pitch-black eyes.

Ears that stand out more gracefully than any other noble family.

Her slender face line was the pinnacle of harmony, and she had a beauty rarely seen in the human world, but even that was nothing compared to her deep green eyes that seemed to suck in the soul.

Saaaaa―

In the strong winds of the valley that began to blow naturally again.

The Emperor slowly met Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze. At that moment, her lips slightly parted.

“The fabric fits the body.”

A beautiful voice tickled the air.

That one word.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt as if her purple promotion ceremony was coming to an end.

It felt like a hazy consciousness was swelling up like a cloud at the back of my head, and it was a huge relief regardless of the situation.

But at the same time he wondered.

‘Why…?’

It is safe to say that he had the same thoughts as So Cheon-mu-jeok.

It was different from when Jeongyeonshin was white and blue. It was because the world was clearly entering a period of chaos.

The color of the yellow sage should not be used together with the color purple. In the world, there is no greater waste than that.

The Ip Hwang Seong, which had to look after the vast livelihood of the people, was in a position where it could not operate its powerful forces on its own.

What kind of ripples did the gathering of the great lords of the Shingeomdan create? The Iphwangseongju must have her own karma.

The purple gentleman still respected his teacher, but he thought he had to say something bluntly.

“Your Majesty.”

“How was your recent trip to Gangho?”

Her question, which filled my ears like a gentle breeze, left me speechless. The events I had experienced in Hangzhou flashed through my mind like pages of a book. I couldn’t open my mouth.

But the green eyes of the Emperor’s disciple, who met his gaze, were calm.

There was no sign of urging. He just stared quietly. He had a refreshing disposition like a leaf covered in dew.

Suddenly, Jeongyeonshin felt like sleeping in her eyes. Was it because her body and mind were tired? It would be nice if she could forget the suffocating Gangho for a moment.

Cheon Geuk Moon Ju, Am Cheon Je, Gyo Ryong, and So Cheon Mu Jeok.

They fought a series of fierce battles.

In all the previous campaigns of the Gangho, there had never been a forced march like this. The level of combat was the same.

His entire body was covered in wounds and his physical condition was getting worse, to the point where he was having difficulty even operating the portrait that was propped up on a tree branch.

‘……no.’

But inside I shake my head.

The mind of the high-ranking official was with him like a Taegeuk that never breaks. He had to see the end of this matter.

“Baek Mi-ryeo of the Shingeomdan Ma Gwang-ik.”

He continued speaking slowly.

“… is in the hands of the Ming sect, but due to a lack of disciples, he has not yet been able to retrieve his comrades.”

“It is not lacking.”

The Emperor of the Holy Land cut off Jeong Yeon-shin’s words in a low voice. At the same time, her hand slowly extended forward. It felt like the wind naturally moving through the valley.

The realm of natural sword.

In an instant, he grabbed Jeong Yeon-shin’s arm and pulled her towards him. Chil-sado, who was next to him, reached out his hand absentmindedly, but her fingertips only brushed Jeong Yeon-shin’s back.

Before he knew it, he was standing up slightly and was being held in the arms of the Emperor.

Sarak.

The two people’s collarbones touched gently, and the purple and green hems of their clothes pressed up and down, making a soft sound. At the same time, the master whispered in the disciple’s ear.

“It shouldn’t have been like this, but your body has a lot of gaps. I guess you should rest.”

“yet….”

Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t finish speaking.

The reason was that the Emperor, who was holding his back, had touched the nape of his neck with his long index finger. Along with the warm sensation, a sense of sleep spread throughout his body.

My vision rapidly narrowed, and soon my eyes slowly closed.

The energy of the harmony of the moon spirits that filled the entire body’s meridians like the moonlight that filled the lakeside. It was absolute and yet gentle.

like that.

It only took a moment for everything before my eyes turned pitch black.

“Leave it to me.”

The teacher’s voice penetrates into my ears.

That was it.

It feels like the soul inside my body is escaping the chaotic waves of the world.

Before she knew it, Jeong Yeon-shin’s consciousness had fallen into a deep sleep like a pebble sinking into water.

* * *

Hangzhou Mokgajang.

This is the place where Yeongchok Shinui (永燭神醫), a medical doctor whose medical skills reached the heavens, made his home.

Many people fled with their bundles on their backs, saying that misfortune had befallen the land of Hangzhou, but even a dragon-like, powerful spirit was not given priority over the health and longevity of a human being.

The residence of the gods remained quiet even after the dragon appeared and disappeared in Zhejiang.

However, apart from the common people who came and went without a break, the martial artists who surrounded the fence did not move easily.

Each of them was wearing a shiny or rusty weapon, creating an atmosphere as solemn as a forest of swords.

They were people who acted like kings in their homeland, but they were cautious about even opening their mouths in front of the shepherd.

“Is it true that the two-faced swordsman is here…?”

“Not only did the Cheongseong Jangmun-in stay in seclusion in the inner quarters, but there was also someone who had obtained the weeds that the Hwasanpa’s sword god had stepped on. They say that the dried and twisted leaves had turned green.”

“The realm of the sword… …!”

“Can’t I meet with Master Beomheo under the pretext of making an offering?”

“Until I erase the murderous intent on your body, then it’s another matter. Until then, don’t even think about it.”

Accents and dialects from all over the region are faintly mixed together.

It was after rumors about the peerless masters spread.

Many commoners left Hangzhou, but on the contrary, martial artists from all over the world came to Mokgajang without resting, using light techniques or galloping until their fine horses foamed at the mouth and collapsed.

It was to gain even a small amount of insight and act as if he were strong.

For those who have turned their backs on farming, the only way to fill their bellies in troubled times is to ultimately rely on their own military force.

Those who were the elders of the old school were famous for putting great martial arts into every little action.

It was the same for the high-ranking warriors of Iphwangseong, whom many martial artists were very reluctant to enter.

but.

The martial artists who had gathered did not dare to step into the garden. This was because the absolute masters of martial arts were secretly revealing their aura.

A presence that seemed to stop time inside the wooden house. That temperament was so absolute that it was a wave of energy that made even the masters with their own senses tremble.

There were also some rookies who couldn’t even muster up that kind of energy, but they were stopped by other rookies right before they could open the gate with all their might.

“Why, why are you doing this… … ?”

“Shut up and stand back. Wait until I come out from inside.”

The moment you enter, you may be suffocated by the thick air and become possessed by the spirit. The old guard absolutes may become angry.

This was a space that even the divine thief who had been stirring up the secrets of the Beijing Imperial Palace would turn away from. It would be difficult for anyone in the world to enter without permission.

Beyond the gate they desperately want to cross.

The green weeds that filled the courtyard of the manor looked like the footprints of someone wandering around, and the doors to the houses in the inner courtyard were all open.

“What are these so-called Taoist monks and monks waiting for in such a strange manner… … .”

The spirit of the spirit that transforms the tranquil atmosphere of the garden into a painting of a beauty spit out curses, saying that it is fleeting.

He sat on a bench in the wide open yard and spat on the civilians. Because of that, the patients, whose faces were pale, held their breath.

“… … .”

The elders of the old sect, who had taken over each house in the inner garden and sat cross-legged, did not move an inch. They only exchanged words among themselves that no one else could hear.

―It seems like I’ve waited long enough. I’ve recovered from my injuries to some extent now, so don’t hold me back from going out.

[That ‘just a little’ is far from perfect… Are you determined to find the right person?]

-Because I received grace.

[Please consider whether this decision was made after considering the duties of a long-time volcano sect leader. We have been away from Sungsan, Hwasan, and Cheongseongsan for too long. The disciples must be very distressed.]

-I am…….

Yul-ha’s words became slurred at Beom-heo’s story. On one side, Cheong-su of Cheongseongpa raised his eyebrows.

―The main sect will think differently. The disciples who grew up in the land of Seonsan (仙山) and Cheongseong have strong hearts. They will not want the head of the main sect to throw away the relationship that they have with each other. If they talk about righteousness, they will be disappointed.

[I have thought it over. I respect your wishes.]

Beom-Heo smiled faintly.

The spirit of the spirits did not offer any medical treatment to any of them. He only allowed them to stay for a while. He even fled when Beom-heo approached.

Yet, the shepherd’s hut was close to the safest place in the world.

A god who resides in the upper chamber of the peerless masters. A mysterious thing that amplifies the power of each person’s deeply accumulated internal energy.

It doesn’t subside even if you’re injured. It just gives off a pressure that is unparalleled in the world.

Even the absolute beings who practice Taoism and Buddhism have a unique sense of equanimity that surpasses that of humans, so the true energy is always carried by the pressure emitted from the upper abdomen.

Even if lightning struck from the sky at any moment, there was no need to worry about sparks flying. Just existing was like spreading a net as close to diamond as possible.

Access denied.

They are accustomed to a quiet atmosphere, for they surround themselves with such silence.

Even the once talkative Iphwangsinchang Aksurim had disappeared, so the only sounds in the garden were the groans of the patients and the soft shouts of the doctors.

at that time.

Beom-Heo, whose body had become emaciated, suddenly raised his head.

At the same time, a storm raged.

Hwaaaa …

The invisible net that the absolute beings of the old school had formed was naturally torn apart. As if the wind that originally traveled between heaven and earth was supposed to continue without interruption.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy shock wave struck them.

thud!

In reaction, dust rises like a cloud with the strong wind.

“… … !”

Yul-ha and Cheong-su suddenly stood up.

“This is crazy!”

While the doctor, who was taking the patient’s pulse from a distance, opened his eyes wide and shouted for a rare moment.

Saaaaa―

The goddess Jeongyeon, lying on hundreds of layers of leaves, slowly descended on the hazy storm. She had her eyes closed, showing that she was unconscious.

And above the sky.

Inyoung, who was stepping on the brightly pouring sunlight, looked down at Shinui and licked her lips. It was an extremely slow movement.

“Treat within an hour.”

“… … .”

The empty lot was filled with another silence.