Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 550

◈ Magic Mirror (5)

A man in shabby silk clothes.

The unknown northern gatekeeper carefully examines Jeong Yeon-sin. It seems that the Northern King Yelü’s confidence in his rule is questionable.

But the gatekeeper didn’t even bother to show any resistance.

After the northern gatekeeper confirmed that the northern king, Yelü, had killed the high-ranking Ming official.

Knock, knock.

Blood dripping down.

Even at this moment, red blood is dripping down the armrest of the Taesaui.

It was a sight that could not help but be seen as spectacular, as it was all Jeong Yeon-shin’s.

The sleeves of the shirt were also burnt by the intense heat of the fire, and some of the people with the reverse internal structure were wandering around the office to smell the pungent smell of the coal.

A land that so endlessly worships struggle.

The body of the King of Flames had long since been moved outside the castle walls.

The evil tribes of the reverse order, far from being hostile to Jeongyeonshin, only smiled with their crooked faces. Even though each of them was so strong that their huge bodies were distorted and twisted.

‘Are they crazy?’

That was when Jeongyeonshin thought so.

The northern gatekeeper asked.

“Where did you learn your sleight of hand? The power of each and every one of them is very violent. It must have come from the north… … .”

“It’s a solo martial arts.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke with obvious pride. His martial arts were proof that Jeong Ga Seomye had been a mayfly in the world for a while.

But the question from the northern gatekeeper who returned was somewhat absent-minded.

“You made it yourself…?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No. Rather, the problem is that you don’t have one. The other northern kings will see you as a rival.”

Bare-handed fighting.

This is a technique that the Yao tribe reveres as much as the sword and axe. The sight of someone breaking an opponent’s head with a large fist or a fist strike is considered a symbol of strength.

That’s why the martial artist who unified the North during his time also acted as the world’s best martial artist for a while.

A martial art that is easy to use to win the favor of the northern tribes.

Conversely, it is easy to arouse the fighting spirit or jealousy of monarchs or kings.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth slowly without paying attention. She was inwardly adding iron plates to the inside of her cool silver mask.

“I don’t want to end my territory in reverse. The lands in the north are too vast to be content here.”

“… … .”

The northern gatekeeper didn’t answer. He just spoke with his expression. Of course he would.

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly had a gut feeling that the expression on Shin So-bin’s face standing next to her would not be much different, but she couldn’t tell because she, like herself, was wearing a silver mask.

“Let me ask you first. Can I use the flag of the Reverse Forces privately?”

“… You have taken that position on your own, but it is certain that you possess the same royal status as the King of Yeolyeolshin. Of course, being recognized as the Northern King of the world is another matter… But it is also certain that no one else here would claim to be the Lord of Yeolru Castle right now if not for you.”

“Okay then. But I don’t see Mama Gwangmyeoldo or Jeon Dae Yeokru Seongju. I thought they were going to come after disposing of the body.”

As Jeong Yeon-shin glanced around, the northern gatekeeper sighed.

“They are ambitious. They see power as a force to be pursued just as much as martial arts. Rather than following you, a complete stranger, they are people who would rather seek out a monarch or the Northern King they know and plan for the future.”

“Catch him.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said this while imbuing herself with the invincible demeanor of Seonryong Ihwagyeol.

The famous religious leader, Yeol-Jin, is a person who does not hesitate to follow orders. He would be a perfect fit to act as the Northern King in this land without any awkwardness.

Everything was done to prepare for the Northern Expedition as the new sword master.

‘I feel better. Why is that?’

Words and actions that fit the body to an unpleasant degree.

Meanwhile, the northern gatekeeper, who had heard his words, pointed to himself. He looked somewhat bewildered.

“Me? Why?”

“Because we’re on the same boat. We’re not enemies, so it’s hard to say that we’re on the same boat, but shouldn’t we help each other?”

“Interest…?”

“If you, who vouched for my identity, do not want to be thrown out by the Yo-jok.”

Jeong Yeon-shin then added that if it is difficult to help each other, it is okay to challenge yourself.

As soon as I said that, my mind and body felt more relaxed than ever before. It felt like the frustration that had built up from always being chased by impatience had been relieved a little.

It was clearly a hegemonic path.

Or it may be closer to the devil’s way in that it does whatever it wants.

‘Is this the taste you live for?’

Jeongyeonshin suddenly asked a question and then shook her head internally. She reminded herself that it was just an act of necessity.

“Why are you still there?”

He asked the northern gatekeeper. A man in a silken robe who had a peculiar aversion to the nobility. He was clearly a person of interest.

If his skills and footwork were extraordinary, he would not have received a separate position from the Northern Martial Arts Commander.

It was worthy of being used as the vanguard of the Northern Expedition.

“Move, you traitor from the South.”

He clenched and unclenched his hand, which was still dripping with blood.

The intense pain cut through her skin like a knife, but Jeong Yeon-shin, who was absorbed in the imitation of So Cheon-moo-jeok, smiled softly.

“… … .”

That sound stopped the northern gatekeeper from stepping back. In the northern lands, where there is no such thing as the imperial army. No one wants to be chased by a crazy, peerless master.

―Um… Your Majesty, you said that the seniors of the Shingeomdan and the old sect members would come here later. Is that okay? I don’t know what you’re going to do in the meantime.

Shin So-bin’s voice flowed uneasily like a stream of water bending here and there,

That day.

King Yelu of the North seized full power over the city of Yeolu.

* * *

Just as the method of practicing martial arts has branched out into numerous schools, people have existed in various parts of the world since ancient times in the form of different clans.

Most of the Bai people of the Dali Kingdom were descendants of a fallen nation and had left their homeland, while the mysterious Ming people had long since established themselves as the ruling class of the Ming Dynasty along with the Han people.

The clan of the eastern country, which possessed unparalleled archery and martial arts skills, maintained a history no less than that of the Ming Dynasty. It was a form of thoroughly blocking the emergence of local powerhouses.

And that’s not all.

Some descendants of the Heavenly Demon who can ignite pitch-black flames are also called the Flame Tribe.

This is because, other than the first Heavenly Horse, there was no one like him. It was the closest thing to an existence from ancient times to the present that left behind a lineage.

“So, that horrible, black Samadhi Evolution isn’t a martial art? It’s an innate ability that’s separate from training?”

A foul-smelling voice.

It was a hill made up of about a hundred unmanned units.

All the corpses are holding broken weapons.

They had long, thin palm prints all over their bodies. They were all like that. Their clothes were torn off, along with their protective gear.

The young man who had asked the question was lying on top, with his long legs stretched out, occasionally shaking off the blood-stained hands.

“Now you’re the best in the West, but that’s all thanks to your bloodline? You’re invincible… The world is so unfair.”

He grumbles quietly and glances down.

This is because the person who spoke of the various clans earlier was leaning under the hill.

A woman with her face covered with black cotton.

The new form beneath his head shimmered transparently. The cold sunlight of the North pierced through him helplessly. Anyone who saw it could tell that the divine power was constantly being used.

The woman spoke slowly.

“Are you different? If it weren’t for the upper-body function of the Dreamy Body, you wouldn’t have gained the respect of our clan.”

At the same time, she scooped up the red puddle with her invisible hand, and, out of habit, smeared the blood on her transparent body. Splash, splash, ceaselessly.

Every time this happened, the woman’s skin would turn a bloody red, but her body would never regain its original form. Instead, the smell of blood would only grow thicker.

The young man, who had been staring blankly at the sight, asked slowly again.

“Respect from the Yao tribe? That is purely due to the divine warriors of this land. No one has received the favor of the god of war as much as he has. Not only the Northern Tao, but even the Southern Emperor is not that close to the Yao tribe’s leader.”

“Namje?”

The woman pauses.

“You dare to speak of the Southern Emperor? There is life in that call. Do you want to run into human-shaped fireflies in the middle of the road at night? It is too early for you.”

“What can’t I do? Even so, I am the King Chigeuk’s confidant. So, in terms of position, Namje and I are equal. Aren’t we each someone’s hand and foot?”

The young man’s words were flattery.

The person who created the corpse mound near the fortress was the woman, the King of Shame in the North.

Meanwhile, the young man lying on top of the mountain is a monarch under King Chigeuk, and in the North, his nickname is Chigeuk Buma (恥極駙馬).

Literally the son-in-law of the King of Chigeuk.

At the same time, he was a master who killed five Blue Dragons in front of the Heavenly Dragon Lord of the Heavenly Dragon Kingdom and retreated safely.

The young man always boasted about it, but in the northern kingdoms, there were bets on how the Chigeukbu-ma would be killed.

Even though the news of the imprisonment of the Heavenly Dragon Lord in the Forbidden City was widely known.

King Chigeuk glanced at him and calmly admonished him.

“Nanje has been the faithful right hand of the fighting god since long ago. Above all, he crippled the Shaolin abbot. In terms of power, he was one of the most powerful firearms in the Ming Dynasty. That is a feat like putting an erupting volcano to sleep. Of course, he is not comparable to you.”

The young man, Chigeukbu-ma, waved his hand as if complaining to his mother-in-law who was like his own mother.

“What is there to be proud of, that you put out the eyes of a monk whose arms were already cut off? If you want to give credit for that deed, you should first mention two of the northern kings of this land who were in the joint attack at that time… … .”

“That’s not the point. As you said, Namje is already a part of the fighting gods, so how can he be closer than Shintu? Respect for the Mongyojiche comes entirely from his qualities. You must cherish your clan’s bloodline as much as the fighting gods.”

But Chigeukbuma just shook his head.

His extremely sharp jawline blended gently with the wind as he nodded, and his demeanor exuded an innate charm. This was a trait that all Mongyoji clans possessed, regardless of gender.

“Fighting God, fighting God. I’m sick of you now. In the end, aren’t you the one who was defeated by the Ming Emperor?”

“Unholy words. The God of War never loses a battle, and at the end of that Thunder and Lightning Battle, all that was left were natural disasters and the corpse of Qianling. Do you think the body of the God of War is softer than that of the Ming Emperor?”

Slap.

The King of Chigeuk continuously spreads blood on his skin and asks.

The Battle of Brain Wall was a term used by the northern martial artists to refer to the fight between Emperor Qianling and Tu Xin. At the same time, it was also a name that was held in awe by the powerful Yao tribe.

“… … .”

The young man keeps his mouth shut.

A vast wilderness with the outline of a giant Saturn castle rippling in the distance.

It was a place where the Northern King Chi-geuk (恥極) heard about the misfortune of Yeolu Castle and summoned many powerful men.

The reason why the conversation between the two people started with Socheonmujeok, Shintu and Mongyojiche’s clans, Cheonha Namje, and finally the Northern Kings.

Because that is the story that encompasses the northern lands today.

They spit it out on purpose.

Cheonrijicheong (千里地廳). To those who can hear the cries of the northern wind from a great distance.

Phew.

The dry wind lifts the dirt floor for a moment.

Soon, a languid sound of footsteps penetrated the yellow north wind. Not only that, but there was also a gait that painted the surrounding area as white as ice.

Judging from the outline of their bodies, they are a group of a man and a woman.

The King of Chigeuk said.

“The most solid support has arrived first.”

“North Sea Ice Palace… … .”

Chigeukbuma, muttering softly, stamped his heel on the mountain of corpses.

In that moment, all those bodies burst apart, spewing blood like a volcano.

It was a technique that brilliantly combined the Naegajungsu method, Gyeoksantau (Striking the Ox in the Mountains), and powerful footwork.

It’s a kind of preemptive strike.

widely.

The Chigeuk Buma, who had come down to the ground, clicked his tongue.

“The woman must be the Grand Princess, and the one next to her must be the Hwangbo family’s Mangjong. She has betrayed her family and the Hwangseong clan repeatedly, and her daily behavior is not something that can be called a great warrior… .”

That was when.

Damn it―

The young man who was speaking was covered in a white frost all over his body. He was frozen in place.

Then a man’s tired voice came down along with the ice crumbs.

“Madam, it’s cold.”

“It’s nice, but it’s a joke. Should I hug you here?”

The voice of a woman without any height. She was the one who gave birth to Chigeuk Buma.

The man’s face slowly shakes its head.

And he spoke to King Chigeuk.

“I think this is not the time for you to be here. The city of Yeolu has risen up. They are leading a thousand-strong army of martial artists and are on their way to your city of Chigeuk… Have you not heard anything?”

The first to arrive at the meeting of the Northern Kings, who are considered to be the most powerful.

It was a question from the first lieutenant of the North Sea Ice Palace.