Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 516

Sunset (7)

Blood spurting out like a useless brushstroke.

In a short moment, the red glow that rose from Chil-sado’s body splattered all the drops of blood onto the floor, making sure not a single drop of blood touched his skin.

“nastily.”

She was brainwashed.

Meanwhile, Im Jin-myeong looked at the bloodthirsty demon who despised the blood of others like an insect, and then politely passed the message to Chi Cheon-gung Baek.

– It’s over now. Thank you.

There was no answer from her.

Just another vision of Im Jin-myeong, which was connected to the white swallow, wavered for a moment. Chi Cheon-gung-baek, who was stroking Baek-yeon’s head with his fingertips, suddenly disappeared into the air.

Extremely fast nerve endings.

Perhaps it was because she had put all her energy into one blow. Perhaps it was because her body swayed slightly that it was possible to guess the direction.

East of Iphwangseong. This is the direction where Monginwol infiltrated, and where Cheonhamok’s Geumbyeokja is currently sleeping soundly and snoring.

In that way, Chicheon Palace Baek would pack his bags and head back right away. At a speed that was often difficult to detect due to the government office’s security measures.

If a peerless expert like her ran without stopping, she would reach her original treasure trove in three days.

The world’s best.

It was clear that he still had difficulty leaving his seat for long periods of time.

“After all, it is the tree that supports the world… … .”

Im Jin-myeong muttered softly as if he was sighing with a guess. The muscles in his entire body that had been tense since he had encountered Yeo Ryeong-ju at close range were only now beginning to relax.

He knows a lot.

Even today, he had some information that even the purple masters had not kept in mind. Naturally, he had also figured out the circumstances of Cheonhamok and the general characteristics of its four great guardian dharmas.

‘Anyway, now… … .’

The Battle of Ip Hwang Seong has ended.

The news of their great victory will quickly begin to shake the world. Even the vast martial arts world will not act rashly except for a few special sects.

At least for the time being.

But Im Jin-myeong did not smile. At this moment, it was difficult to show that he was feeling a sense of pride, admiration, and newfound amazement toward Jeong Yeon-shin.

Now it’s time to start sorting things out.

It doesn’t matter how many gangsters died. The real ones who died today were the true warriors. And there were more than one or two of them.

‘No matter how much the swordsmen fight… … .’

There are still many innocent people who need to be cared for in the harsh land.

And the imperial power has clearly weakened.

We need to recover from the damage and be reborn anew. While reorganizing the organization under the Shingeomdan, those who survived by taking on the karma of the reduced number of people should become stronger.

It goes without saying that the new sword master should be at the forefront of all this.

Im Jin-myeong looked down at his study room and asked Chil Sado.

“Is your luck definitely over? I still feel the Lord’s energy from you, but I just can’t figure out what he’s thinking.”

“Should I know?”

Chilsado asks blankly.

At this point, she too was a headache for the Grand Master.

Woof.

The traces of the Gongwolmu left behind by Yeo Ryeong-ju still surround the surrounding area like glass.

Only a few writers looked around the office of the prime minister with a keen sense of humor to see if there was any change.

The one-handed sword that contained the life of a peerless master was now gradually falling apart, just like the life of Yeo Ryeong-ju, who had lived a life of deceiving the world without any particular failures.

Saaaaa―

Soon the eyes of the royal secretaries will be struck by a proper sight.

Im Jin-myeong sat down to collect his thoughts, and at that moment, he began to listen to the words of his subordinates who were facing the end of the war.

“…The west has also been cleaned up.”

“From the beginning, there was no ronin who could handle the Bonseong Seonmokryeongju and Yulryeongdaeju.”

“Are there any enemy survivors?”

“The west is completely empty. The iron artisans and even the mountain families gathered there… … .”

Voices that have become much more relaxed.

This was after news had already been delivered that the Eastern Mong-in-wol had been annihilated by Magaju Majin, Changcheon-dae swordsmen, and some Suncheon-ik warriors, with the exception of two.

The General Staff had been constantly monitoring the battlefield, which had been closing in on all sides. It is inevitable that many will now begin to relax.

Some of them even blurted out long jokes for no reason. They were mostly people who were friends with the warriors who had died on the front lines.

“… It may be presumptuous of me to say this, but one purple person saved the wrists of the literary men of the General Office. How many brush strokes were saved this time?”

“Not really. The hawks will come again. Isn’t it appropriate for Jeong Gong to start a family at his age? He’ll be eighteen tomorrow.”

“Now that I think about it, there are many names of people requesting an engagement from the King… Jageumseong, Jeongwangbu, Eonga, Binggung… Just the names are bold. If you collect them one by one, there are this many… … .”

“Burn it.”

“Even the Magwangik Taeyeonryong? I doubt his skills as a Sejak. Considering that the Ice Palace is also included.”

In the middle of the conversation, a voice that was identical to Jeong Yeon-shin’s rang out, but only Im Jin-myeong responded to it.

“… … .”

He glanced at Chilsa-do, who had a natural talent for coordinating all the muscles and acupoints of his body, like Jeongyeon-shin, and slowly stood up from his seat.

It was while kicking the corpse of the female protagonist that was lying on the ground.

“Get rid of this body first.”

With Im Jin-myeong’s orders to his subordinates.

Parsac.

The spirit of the goddess disperses like dust and her voice spreads in all directions.

The moment when the colorless sunlight pouring down from the open roof began to occasionally mix with the glow of sunset.

“From now on, the General Headquarters will begin the post-war cleanup. The first step will be to kill the enemy’s leaders.”

It was a word that announced the end of the Battle of Iphwang.

* * *

Jeongyeon Shin kicked the innocent floor.

Bam.

The ground is cold. His leather shoes have thick soles and are perfect for winter, but the cold of the ground makes fun of them and makes his feet shiver.

It was a land where even the ability to be impervious to cold and heat, which had been gained through a complete transformation, was useless.

‘Beyond the door… … .’

Jeongyeon Shin looked down at the ground in front of her three seniors and then raised her head slightly.

The dragon’s body is positioned like a mountain.

At first glance, it looks like it is covered in thick, pitch-black scales, with a whitish fog wrapped around it like an outer garment.

“hmm.”

I don’t intend to belittle the efforts of my grandfather and Danju. They were holy. However, the size of the dragon that he, Beomheo Daesa, and Yulhanangrang drove out was much larger. The difference was obvious.

It was when Jeongyeon Shin’s lips moved slightly, as if they were going up or down.

The three purple seniors who were each looking up at the sky slowly opened their mouths one by one. This was after confirming the sight that Jeongyeonshin had shown at the main gate of the castle without fail.

“You killed those who were meant to be killed. Truly… admirable.”

Ma Yeon-jeok appeared next to Jeong Yeon-shin without her knowledge. Jeong Yeon-shin quietly stepped aside just before her grandfather’s arm was about to rest on her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Yong Hui-myeong didn’t say anything.

His face was also expressionless.

I was watching Jeong Yeon-shin’s every move with a smile, and it started to happen right after I confirmed the status of Myeongryu Daeju and Soyeon Daeju.

Jeongyeonshin knows. The two black seniors, both noble and lowly, were old colleagues of Yongheemyeong, the leader of the Shingeomdan.

Yong Hee-myeong never lost his smile even when he was on the verge of death.

How do you feel?

On the contrary, Shincheonhwa immediately turned his head to Jeongyeonshin and gave her some words that sounded like a scolding.

[The martial arts are outstanding, but a little awkward.]

“What does my grandson say?”

[Shut up, baby.]

It was a response that somehow felt correct. She didn’t even pay attention to Mayeonjeok’s question that momentarily made her wait even harder.

[There is no non-lethal Gongwolmu in the world. If it is a method that even the most skilled people would never lose and spend their entire lives practicing, how much worse it must be. That bandit-like, Confucian scholar is no different. You shouldn’t have faced that head-on. The same goes for the reckless regional techniques. As a result, you hit rock bottom and even received help from the General Office.]

Shincheonhwa continued speaking slowly.

[Keep in mind. The new sword master is one who oppresses even variables. You must always be relaxed.]

“I will do that.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered plainly.

I have been thirsty for teachings and affection since I was young. If the teachings come from the affection of my seniors, I cannot help but dig deep into my heart without thinking twice.

‘That’s all true.’

I’ve tried many times to kill the living.

If Jeong Yeon-shin continues to not distinguish between right and wrong, she may end up with an ending like the first love story in Gangho.

The lives of peerless masters were generally longer than the years of Jeongyeonshin, and their life-saving methods had to be extraordinary. In fact, the Gongwolmu that Jegangcheon of Gunma Nokrim had created was like that.

A method of using the momentum of the army he leads as is. If Je Gang-cheon’s martial arts army had been in the thousands instead of five hundred, the results would have been different.

[but.]

Suddenly she smiled brightly.

[It was a good thing that you trusted the General Office. You have the ability to lead your true nature.]

The exact opposite opinion of the Thirteen Heavenly Lord Je Gang-cheon. Jeong Yeon-shin expressed her gratitude with a silent bow.

Meanwhile, Ma Yeon-jeok, who had been glaring at her with displeasure, shook out the sleeve of his shirt.

“So what do you want to do?”

moment.

Hwaaaaah!

The body of the dragon that had been casting a huge shadow like dusk is shattered into pieces. The sunlight pours in darkly, loosening the gap like dust.

It was a strange place, everything about it.

Yong Hee-myeong gestured to Jeong Yeon-shin and spoke.

“If you die here, your body won’t be left behind. Isn’t this a really strange and eerie place?”

[What should I do? Since my nature has reached that point, I must do what is necessary immediately.]

Shincheonhwa’s words continued, criticizing the evil spirit in this way.

[I figured it out. The two are tied up on the other side of the door, and one is performing the role of the true nature in the human world. The other body is in this state, so it would be safe to say that the true nature is actually that one friend.]

She asked, brushing her forehead off.

[Then, as a senior, I should make that junior a little more perfect. Isn’t that right?]

“Completely…?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked absentmindedly.

The moment his eyes met Shincheonhwa’s, his eyes curved like sharp swords.

[We will add our experience to your martial arts. If you are from a family of the original clan, you all receive this kind of training from a young age, but I can see that your conduct does not have any trace of the movements of a young child of the Maga clan. No, you do not have any martial arts skills at all. You must have a dirty family history.]

“… … .”

Immediately afterwards, Jeong Yeon-shin witnessed for the first time the sight of her maternal grandfather’s mouth being shut, but with her gentlemanly skills, she was able to pretend not to see it.

[I think I can get two things for now.]

“I will listen.”

[When you are extremely unlucky and have to fight two or more peerless masters at the same time… In such a case, the first thing to do is to figure out how to fight, and the second thing to do is to greatly improve the parts that were difficult to teach separately to later generations due to the nature of your martial arts that emphasizes senses. In particular, the latter is something that the old prestigious schools like Shaolin, Mudang, and Hwasan have eliminated over time… … ]

Suddenly, Shincheonhwa’s smile deepened.

[If you have four Divine Sword Masters, you can last a thousand years. Therefore, you will become perfect as a martial artist and as a great master. You will be able to make your martial artists much stronger. Oh, and are you quite knowledgeable in teaching?]

“yes.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered confidently.

[Okay. Let’s refine all your martial arts skills.]

Did she agree with what he said? Before she knew it, Jeong Yeon-shin saw Yong Hee-myeong approaching her.

Although his face was still difficult to guess, he was still the master of the Shingeomdan. Even his maternal grandfather seemed to agree with his predecessor’s words.

“I wanted to teach you the method of Hap-hwa-yeon-shin a long time ago. It was a good thing that I was just catching my breath.”

Ma Yeon-jeok said.

Even though the surroundings were dark, their presence was shining like the sun.

That’s how the training of the new sword master began.