Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 523

Namjon (2)

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It was a time when even the ground spiders had disappeared. Dark gusts of wind were blowing down from above and then scattering away in vain, repeating the same cycle.

Occasionally, I would rub my body against the sandy sea that filled the land, giving me a sense of eeriness.

There is no moon.

There is no star cluster.

But it was not a dark night, for a purple stream of air seemed to have been pulled out from the edge of the sunset and flowed like a long river.

It crossed the sky powerfully and massively, like the brush strokes of a young artist, but at first glance it seemed to be rippling like the exhalation of a giant with not much time left to live.

Damn it.

The man who had been passing by with a confident gait suddenly stopped and opened his mouth.

“A wave of light… Is it a trace of a light wave? I thought it was the common aurora… … .”

A muttering that was almost a whisper. He spoke out loud to overcome the fear that was weighing on his mind and body.

He glanced up at the night sky.

At the same time, a current of air resembling a dying sunset rippled, like a human eyelid.

Incomprehensible. It is literally impossible to understand. It was a sight that would make even the most expert feel horrified.

“… … .”

Fear flashed across the man’s blue eyes. His unusually sharp jawline twitched as if convulsing.

Even his innate authoritarian nature subsided for a moment.

Bukgungmyeong, the messenger of heaven.

The pace of the man who could be counted among the countless princesses of the North Sea Ice Palace quickened.

‘It is not a harmony that can be manipulated by humans. The princess made the right decision.’

After crossing the wilderness, Bukgungmyeong arrived at a manor. It was a place made up of large buildings that were almost like a palace.

There was no gatekeeper.

The walls, roofs, and alleys within the manor were filled with the sound of people breathing.

The colors of the clothes they each wore and their attire were all different, so there was no sense of unity, but the formless energy that strongly permeated the atmosphere was the same.

About three hundred people.

Just standing there quietly digging the ground. What’s more, the air itself was trembling slightly.

Phew―

Bukgungmyeong put his strength into his chest. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the manor, his breathing became rapidly difficult, but only after forcibly contracting his internal organs was he able to breathe a little easier.

‘The demons of the famous religion.’

A wave that fits the night sky that swallows up the moon and stars.

It is no different from the story handed down in the Ice Palace. It is said that the old Ming Dynasty did not bow down to Ip Hwang Seong.

Bukgungmyeong barely opened his mouth. He was holding a transparent jade bead in one hand.

“May I come in? As you can see, this is a piece of ice, and I am a messenger from the ice palace. I have come to convey the will of the palace.”

No answer came back.

But he took his steps cautiously. It was enough that the creatures that did not seem human did not immediately rush in. Naturally, he was allowed to enter.

Damn it.

Passing through the flower garden where colorful aster flowers grow, to the inside of the estate filled with the scent of alcohol.

Bukgungmyeong walked without looking left or right. The Bukhae Ice Palace Lord he served was the most fearsome person in the North.

But apart from her presence over the ice palace, the land where the sect members gathered had a feeling that even their shadows would be sucked under their feet.

‘Damn it. The monsters that lived down here came up here to find something to eat… … .’

He raised his gaze, forcing himself to keep a firm expression.

Before he knew it, a magnificent artificial mountain was spread out before his eyes. A valley sculpture made by piling up pebbles and carving rocks. The gushing alcohol instead of water was the height of pleasure.

The sight of a woman standing on one of those peaks with one foot in front of her was also mysterious.

Maybe it’s about honing your sense of balance.

He was a swordsman with unusually black hair that flowed down his back.

The silk wrapped around her waist is black star silk, which is said to only come from the West, and the hilt of the sword attached to her belt has the character for roughness engraved on it.

A woman with a pale face and a cold, expressionless expression, as if she had mastered the legendary Minority Magic with her whole body.

He doesn’t even pay attention to Bukgungmyeong, who has just entered the palace. He is like a statue decorated in the palace.

‘Hwang…? There’s no way he’s the master of Ip Hwangseong.’

But Bukgungmyeong couldn’t keep an eye on her for long.

[I have quite a bit of knowledge.]

“It is the virtue of the main sect. Keep in mind all the games and customs that occur in this land.”

Beyond the mountain.

One of the two men playing baduk on a wooden platform turned his head. It was a man whose face could not be seen because his hat was pulled down too low.

“I’m sorry, but I’m a passenger. I came from Yeoryeong.”

A strange voice came from under the hat. It was like the scraping of iron.

Then the man in the hat asked quietly.

“You’re saying it’s an ice palace?”

But Bukgungmyeong only glanced at him and didn’t bother to speak to him.

The reason was that the presence of the woman opposite the man in the hat was so distant that it seemed to encompass the sky. The owner of the aurora, spread out in a faint purple color, was present here.

The youngest Tibetan person in history.

The famous sect leader, Socheon, was invincible.

“hmm.”

He had one knee tilted up and his elbow rested on it. It was a sight of extreme weariness. The sight of him rolling a single stone with one hand was also similar.

Meanwhile, the softly pouring aurora shimmered and broke apart with shadows on the high bridge of the nose. It was a facial feature that took away the soul.

Bukgungmyeong came to his senses.

The opponent’s face was not dreamy. It was a thrilling beauty that reminded one of extreme martial arts.

‘They say that a famous cult leader can make people his followers with just a few words…!’

Cheonma has been known since ancient times to bewitch people with its very existence. It is an unhuman being with overwhelming bearing, appearance, and martial arts skills. Now that I look at it, the oral tradition was not wrong.

Fortunately, the famous religious leader of the time was a person who was as bold as her presence. She was the one who encouraged Bukgungmyeong to speak without even giving him a chance to think.

[What’s your business?]

The indifferent voice makes the whole world buzz.

Bukgungmyeong felt a shock as if a drum had rang in his ears, but he did not distort his expression as he was a direct descendant of the Ice Palace Lord.

“… I ask the Master. Why do you not stop moving north?”

[The world is in turmoil. In the future, the masters of our school will need a safe home where they can plan their lives.]

It was a roundabout answer.

Bukgungmyeong was able to gauge the character of the sect leader through this short dialogue.

He had an intuitive sense of his temperament of not revealing his true feelings to anyone. Thanks to his sharpening of his wit in the extremely fierce battle for the succession to the Ice Palace.

‘I guess I’ll have to be honest with you the whole time. That way I won’t get on your nerves.’

That was when.

“It’s unexpected, but… the conversation has become much more comfortable. Since I’m a passenger, I suppose I should speak first, right?”

Didn’t he know that he would meet the famous cult leader together with Bukgungmyeong? The female monk wearing a hat continued speaking while placing a white stone on the Go board.

“The power of the current famous sect is clearly the best in the entire Thirteen Heavens. Above all, if it is not an all-out war, but only to seize their ice essence, then it is possible to do it. It will be even easier if the sect leader helps.”

“… … !”

Bukgungmyeong realized it right away.

If the cult leader accepts that man’s request, his own life will end here. He could not spare the Bing Palace people who had heard of the plot against Bing Jeong.

That was when.

[Um… what’s the price?]

“Anything you want.”

This was the answer from the man in the hat.

At those words, So Cheon-moo-jeok’s lips formed a strange curve.

That was it.

In an instant, Bukgungmyeong’s entire field of vision was filled with a dark light, and the aurora borealis that spread across the sky also changed from purple to a dark, ink-like color.

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What is the first virtue that the commander of the Iphwangseong Shingumdanju must possess as the highest ranking officer of his subordinates?

Jeong Yeon-shin was a person who had read the writings of all the sages since childhood. Naturally, he knew the answer.

‘It’s inclusiveness. Embracing colleagues… … .’

Take a slow look around.

Seats surround a large round table carved from stone. Each is carved from precious marble. In addition, the gray-white backrests are taller than a man of average height.

Looking at it again, its appearance was familiar. It was like the Taesa-i (太師倚) that Yong-ssi, who had been swept away by the waves of the Yangtze River, had once made beyond the gate.

All eighteen.

This is the Iphwangseong Wonpyeongilgeomjang. Now, eight positions, including Jeongyeonshin, are occupied.

The sight of Cheonrimdaeju, Seonmokryeongju, Yulryeongdaeju, Mugeukjeonju, and Namgung Hwasin, who entered with his upper body wrapped in bandages, with his unchanging straight gaze focused on Danju Daeri.

There is no one who does not bury their dead comrades in their hearts. Yet, not a single person weighs down the atmosphere.

Between those who were deliberately familiar with the sick and wounded, the dust in the room flowed silently like a cloud of stars.

Right after.

“Let’s start the meeting.”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s words echoed. At the same time, Jin Myeong-jo, the divine blood demon who was sitting on the second seat to his right, twitched faintly.

It seemed like he was deeply moved by the sight of his mature junior.

“… … .”

In the left seat was a group of people with furrowed brows.

An expression that suited the face of the sixteen-year-old very well. At that moment, the first standard-bearer of the Ip Hwang Seong threw down his poison weapon at his feet, but Jeong Yeon-shin did not hastily try to guess the stormy period that he had passed without experiencing.

It was exactly the attitude of an adult.

He said calmly.

“The distribution has already been resolved, so it has been excluded from the agenda. Next, we will have to organize it.”

“There’s a lot to talk about. This is something that can’t be discussed for seven days and nights. Of course, everyone must have had a full meal… … .”

Before Aksurim, who had interrupted from the side, could even finish speaking, Jeongyeonshin’s calm voice suppressed hers.

“It’s finished.”

“yes…?”

The question of Aksurim resonated with respect. It was surprising, considering that it was such a difficult task. Jeongyeonshin nodded alone and waved her hand.

Paralock-

A scroll rose from his arms and was placed in the center of the round table. When Cheon So-so tilted his head to one side and opened his index finger, the scroll also spread out, revealing its contents.

He spoke with an unwavering voice, as if he was confident that their first meeting would be a success.

“First is the Shingeomdae. The Shingeomdae members who returned alive after cutting off the supply network of Cheonrajimang that had previously imprisoned Senior Yong will be taken with them, but a few people have been drafted from each unit. Aside from the leader and deputy leader, all members of the Shingeomdae will be blue.”

As Jeong Yeon-shin said, the organization of the Shingeomdae was written at the beginning. It was literally written in one stroke. There were only a couple of places where there was any sign of thought.

[Under the command of Danju and the new sword master, Jeong Yeon-shin.

The new sword master, the divine blood star, Jinmyeongjo.

Shingeomdaewon, Iphwangshinhyeop Heonwonchang.

The new sword master, the new sword sharpener.

The new swordsman, Taeyeonryong Hwangbo A-mu.

Shingeomdaewon, Bogeunkwon (伏隱拳) Sambok.

Prisoner of the new sword, red robe and bloodlust.

The new swordsman, the April Palace Guardian Wi Ye-ryeong.

[Shin Geum-dae-won, Hye-do (慧刀) Oh Wol-hyang… … .]

The word “agent” written at the very front was somewhat faint, but no one paid attention to it.

It was because of the waves that suddenly occurred simultaneously inside and outside the Wonpyeongilgeomjang. They were extremely strong.

Wooooowow!

Two people suddenly jumped out of their seats.

A gentle rushing sound like a dragon swimming through the clouds outside.

‘… Are you dissatisfied?’

Jeongyeonshin’s face slightly turned red with shock.