Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 483

◈ Wilderness Annihilation (2)

Suddenly, the empty lot of the shepherd’s hut shook slightly.

It was because the doctor, who was taking the pulse on the bed, suddenly kicked the bed and stood up.

Woof!

A hazy woody aura flowed through his body. It was a white, translucent mist that gave off a very refreshing feeling.

“Are you really crazy?!”

Who did you say those words to?

Even the elders of the old school couldn’t figure it out right away.

The manifestation of the doctrine of the Holy Spirit.

It was a shocking experience beyond words. A long-time Ming Dynasty god could treat Shaolin abbot contemptuously, but no one thought that such eccentric words and actions would also extend to Iphwangseongju.

but.

“For the sake of the group!”

The words shouted by the spirit of the spirit with an angry expression revealed the name of the absolute being that no one in this place had ever encountered. His eyes were clearly fixed on the air.

Towards the Emperor of Heaven, who had two exquisitely matching pure white divine swords tucked into the belt around his waist.

“Where the hell did I end up… … !”

A rough, rasping voice scraped the air. The god cried out desperately.

“Answer me! Why! Why didn’t you stay in your position?! No, if you came down, you should have headed north! Why did you abandon Geonreung? Why, why on earth!”

The emperor was mentioned.

Geonreung, Geonreungje.

A being who should never have a similar name on this earth. The emperor who should only exist above the clouds.

“Ah, no matter how famous the name is… …!”

“We didn’t hear it!”

At that moment, the common people who were somewhat well-informed or quick-witted began to run outside.

There were sounds of people urgently kicking the ground or scurrying about. Some people stood there in bewilderment, but then got caught up in the atmosphere and left without realizing it.

Meanwhile, Iphwangseongju slowly opened his mouth without even looking at Shinui.

“There are more important things… … .”

Meanwhile, the soft leaves were lying on the floor, covering the sleeping Jeongyeonsin.

“There was.”

She concluded her speech quietly.

Iphwangseongju.

The appearance of a handsome young man with long, slightly disheveled hair, with pure devotion in his eyes as clear as jade.

An unprecedentedly defenseless aura spread across his slightly angled jawline, and he looked more like a boyish youth than a noble purple.

“… … .”

Soon, the Emperor of Heavenly Kingdom closed his lips and turned his gaze to Shin-ui. He was ready to vent his anger on her.

“More important things?”

Originally, Yeongchokshin’s eyebrows were famous for being as beautiful as a master’s brush strokes, but at this moment, they were strangely distorted.

“How could you say something like that… …!”

“Watch my disciple.”

The Lord of the Palace ordered again.

The wooden aura flowing out of the god’s body dispersed before it could reach her. Just like the words he had shouted in vain earlier.

“… … .”

In the end, Shin-ui ended up grumbling alone and shutting his mouth. In that way, the empty space became quiet, and the dust that had once risen like a cloud settled down with the faint sound of the wind.

The Lord of the Palace came down and trampled the ground like a blanket.

“I spoke for a while.”

It’s like an order.

Before her voice could even disperse, Shinui opened his eyes again.

“You are a bastard who has unnecessarily enlarged your body with natural energy! All of you who are masters are like that! Are you forcing me to fix the bastard who refined the energy of Mother Nature in an extremely strange way and made it into something magical? And you want me to do this while shortening my lifespan again? I already reattached that bastard’s left arm once! If you don’t intend to kill me…!”

“The broken branch.”

The Queen Mother didn’t even smile. Her face was expressionless even as she finished speaking.

“If you put your body into the ground, it will grow again.”

“This, this, this… … .”

The god stuttered even as he spoke. The features of the peerless young man turned bright red, and the menacing energy flowing from his entire body stopped like an extinguished spark.

There was silence for a moment.

The houses surrounding Mokgajang Naewon.

The absolute beings of the old sect, sitting cross-legged with the door wide open, are quietly looking up at the Iphwangseongju with expressions that are unclear.

Only a slightly surprised look stood out on Cheongsu’s face.

“… … .”

No one got up hastily. Everyone just sat in their seats, their eyes looking deep as they observed the best person in the land.

Although Yul-ha was sitting and felt like she was going to fly to Jeong Yeon-shin by touching the floor with her hands, she let her arms hang down because of Beom-heo who shook his head from afar.

The unique and bizarre movements characteristic of a peerless master were never demonstrated.

Old and new.

There may be some conflict between the disciples and the military, but this should not be the case with the various elders and the lords, because their influence on the world is different.

It was rather fortunate that the Lord of the Heavenly Palace was not paying attention to them and was only watching the gods.

yet.

The god bowed his head and sighed.

“Give me… more time.”

* * *

Shin-ui floated Jeong-yeon-shin with a strong wind and entered the inner quarters.

After threatening that no one should come in, he did not allow others to look at him.

In the meantime.

Beomheo offered his seat to Iphwangseongju.

[It was inevitable that this kind of meeting would happen. May Binseung hear your story for a moment?]

The Shaolin Master’s Hye Gwang Sim-eo was more transparent and clear than the winter wind. He naturally bent himself, but there was no cowardly side to him. He was still the absolute.

“… … .”

After staring blankly at the old monk from Shaolin for a moment, Iphwangseongju nodded his head slightly.

And so, finally.

A meeting of those who move the world was held.

It was a true martial arts competition.

Shaolin, Hwasan, Cheongseong, the belated return of the master of openness, Yongdubangju Jukwangsingae.

And the Lord of the Underworld.

Outside the garden, Iphwangsinchang Aksurim, Cheonganmaggeom Cheongmyeong, Iphwangdaehyeop Heonwonchang, and Hyulragwanghou Shinsobin were guarding the wall with the disciples of Cheongseongpa.

Aksurim, sensing the presence of the lord, ran out like wildfire and urged the rest.

This was the reason why the crowd of martial artists that had originally surrounded the wall suddenly disappeared like smoke.

The meeting place is an empty lot in the inner courtyard of Mokgajang, from which all the commoners have left.

No master of the world had any particularly great guilt toward the common people. The position was too important for that.

In the first place, the medical skills of the god were as rumored to have reached the heavens a long time ago. After curing those who were seriously ill in the evening, he was only looking after the horns and such.

“I never thought that in my life, a place like this would be prepared for me… … .”

The Jukwang Shingae, sitting roughly on a thick tree branch, mutters while clutching his stomach. Even as he looks down at the Iphwangseongju, his face shows that he cannot believe this situation.

Yul-ha and Cheong-su are trying hard to hide their slightly uncomfortable expressions from where they were originally sitting.

The only people with calm complexions were Iphwangseongju and Beomheo.

[I have a question for you, senior. How was the matter of Jeong Si-ju resolved?]

Hye-Gwang-Sim-Eo, who occupied all space like a six-way battle. Although he had completely fallen thanks to having Jiao-Ryong as his companion, Beom-Heo, who had preserved even a tiny bit of his internal energy, was still a mysterious and great monk.

“… … .”

The queen mother stood still and did not answer right away. Her calm gaze was fixed on the inner quarters where Shin-ui had disappeared with Jeong-yeon-shin.

It took her a moment before she opened her lips.

“The child of the famous school will not return.”

[Why did that happen…?]

“That child has a role to play.”

The old best in the world spoke. His deep internal energy breath mixed in and spread a refreshing energy, and at that moment, Cheongsu narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth.

“Surely… you sent it on purpose? The disaster of Xingang that single-handedly unified the vast Saewoo martial arts world?”

The Emperor of the West did not pay any attention to the Jangmun people of the West. Instead, Beom-heo gently nodded to him to dissuade him.

[The famous religious leader of the time was a very strange person. She always wore a certain taboo that suppressed her natural inaction. According to No-nap, there were no more than five people in the entire martial arts world who could stop her after she broke the taboo. Along with Jeong Si-ju, she was a person who could be called a mistake of heaven.]

“But isn’t he the Lord of the Heavenly Palace? He should definitely be included in the five people you mentioned… … .”

Cheongsu suddenly closed his mouth in the middle of speaking. He had just glanced at Iphwangseongju, who was still looking at the inner quarters.

Bringing Jeong Yeon-shin, who was completely wounded, back to the leader of the Myung Cult ‘whole’ was a task that no one here could guarantee success.

[But there seems to be another reason… It seems to Binseung that they didn’t share their belongings in any particular way.]

Beom-Heo spoke with a faint smile.

Then, Yul-ha opened the door to the other small house and slowly opened her lips.

Her eyes were strangely sharp, like the graceful tips of plum blossom petals.

“There was a colleague that Yeonhwa Natha was desperately looking for. Ilryeon Geommae Baek Miryeo. What happened to her?”

“… This is not a story you can hear.”

The Emperor answered slowly. At that moment, Cheongsu, who had been silently watching her from one side, let out a sigh of relief, causing a cloud of dust to rise around her.

Phew!

“Is this really a meeting? What on earth are we supposed to talk about… …!”

[There are many other things to discuss.]

Beom-Heo gently intercepted Cheong-Su’s words and looked at Iphwangseongju again.

[The affairs of the Yi Hwang Seong military force will be handled by the Lord. Since we have met here, we should also discuss the state of affairs in Gangho. Since we have not achieved the same achievements as the Jongnam faction, we are still not at ease… I am deeply troubled about whether I should send my disciples to Sima Weidao, who is active all over the world. Isn’t Yi Hwang Seong already short-handed?]

“… Even the Wanshang Shuiluchai (萬上水路寨) right now is not just in Zhejiang, but also encompasses the Yangtze River.”

Cheongsu spoke reluctantly.

Mansangsurochae.

Those who mixed the formations used by martial artists when attacking together with the tactics used by naval commanders.

The newly risen thirteen thousand.

It was different from the 18 old waterways of the Yangtze River. It was like that from the materials and equipment that could not have been obtained without the support of a certain king.

“There are even rumors that he is openly firing cannons. The country is in trouble. If that old man, the traitor, were still alive, it would have been destroyed long ago… … .”

It was an open-ended week.

He continued to speak, swinging his body gaily on the branch, looking down at the lord below.

“Is Ma Yeon-jeok okay? That old man, even if he were to face the backlash of the Hap-hwa Shingong, his character would not die. If the Lord does not properly block the rumors in the martial arts world, he will inevitably run away to the Savior’s martial arts world. I am very worried that he might have already broken his back in some mountain.”

It was more like a joke to lighten the mood.

His face, which was slightly smiling with deeply wrinkled lips, was like that, but his appearance, with the bare branches as a bed, was as relaxed as any other peerless master.

“… … .”

But this time, the Lord of the Palace did not answer, and there was silence for a moment among the elders of the old faction.

Soon, Beom-Heo brought up a different story.

[The brown squirrel from the headquarters reported that Sim Mu-ryeon stopped sending his martial arts troops to the north… If that rumor is true, what will Iphwangseong do? It will be even harder to stop the Yo-jok masters from pushing in from the north.]

But his words did not attract the attention of the Emperor.

The same goes for the story of a master of the thirteen thousand horse-drawn forests on the upper reaches of the Yangtze River who was killed while competing in cavalry martial arts with a master of the Yao tribe.

Ultimately, it was up to the elders of the old sect to agree on something and decide how the sect’s power would be deployed in the future.

The names of all sorts of sects flowed from their lips.

Saaaaa―

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows from somewhere and mixes with Ip Hwang Seong Ju’s hair, dyeing it the color of grass.

Before she knew it, she was turning towards the inner quarters where Jeongyeonshin had entered, her gaze slanted down.

He stood there blankly, his green robe fluttering like a palace coat, but he had the stillness of a tree rather than a person.

No one could properly talk to her. Until Yul-ha, who could no longer stand to watch, blurted out a word to Iphwangseongju.

“Yeonshin will… … in the future.”

“In putting the purple of one’s nature into one’s mouth.”

A graceful voice continued slowly from the lips of the Emperor.

“We must show respect.”

Yul-ha closed her mouth. On one side, Ju-gwang-shin-gae and Cheong-su had expressions that seemed like they had something to say, but they were unable to open their mouths as they were pushed by the gentle wind that gently scraped the clear winter air.

Only after a moment of silence did Yul-ha open his lips again.

“… I wonder what Yeonhwanata’s future plans will be. If only she would consent, then in our volcano… … .”

“Island.”

The inner quarters where Jeongyeonshin had entered were reflected in the eyes of Ip Hwang-seong-ju, who had interrupted her words. The old threshold was vibrating slightly.

It was accompanied by the somewhat soft sound of divine suffocation, and it was the aftermath of the great tribulation caused by the great master of the world.

“I’m going to Cheonhamok.”

The Lord of the Palace concluded his speech.