Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 558

◈ Five Swords, Six Stars (5)

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While the masked middle-aged Taoist priest, Mama Gwangmyeoldo, who had returned to Jeongyeonshin’s camp, was wiping the leather shoes of Geomseong Hyeonso Baek with a rag.

Geomdan, whose originally disheveled hair had become almost completely disheveled, was still sitting there in a daze.

[Why did you fall…?]

The boy’s aerodynamics still roared fiercely even after the fierce battle, but the fighting spirit had long since disappeared from his voice.

Meanwhile, Chigeukbuma wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his smooth hand and bowed to Geomseong.

The pure white skin of the master of the dreamy body was paler than before, and he still looked like a handsome man who came out of a dream. He was holding back even though he could fight more.

“Why don’t you ascend to the throne of the North King…?”

But he received no answer.

For the time being, no boasting or sarcasm about his achievements would come out of Chigeukbu-ma’s mouth. At least for a while.

“…I still have a lot of time left anyway.”

Brain tears flowing from red lips.

In the end, the great warrior of the Dreamyozhi did not speak about the massacre of the five Heavenly Dragons of the Divine Sword Sect in front of the Northern King, Yelü. He was still honorable as a monarch under the Northern King.

“Honey, how are you?”

“It’s okay. It’s not something that my wife would be worried about… But don’t get too close right now. I’m a little confused.”

“You hurt your head? Hug me.”

“no….”

It was a conversation between the couple of Binggungju.

The battle of the great warriors has come to an end.

But the other northern kings showed no sign of caring for their subordinate monarchs.

The war horse that had been lying down with the legs of the Yongumsa King cut off, its black mane flowing like silk, twitched loudly as it was caught in its master’s hand, and the King of Chigeuk’s cotton fluttered in and out with extraordinary speed.

The energy of those who had never revealed their true colors until now was on the verge of bursting out onto the dirt floor.

Soon, the Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang’s monologue and the Chi-geuk-wang’s definitive answer followed.

“Whifungnyeong (暉風靈), so is it true that the author entered the ‘Sound Cave’? Is it truly the transmission of the sound of King Yelü?”

“right.”

“What the hell…!”

The shock surrounding the room showed no signs of abating.

But at this moment, Jeong Yeon-shin’s attention was completely focused on something else.

‘Adult Ark…’

Although it wasn’t a meeting place with any particular form, it felt like a realm where the Northern Kings of the Demon Realm communicated through wind. In terms of the entrance to the palace, it could be called the Wonpyeongilgeomjang.

The Sound Cave of the North.

Or a whistle.

It is a new martial arts school created by the god of war and the essence of the northern military strategy. It is a space where the best martial artists chosen by the god of war enter.

This was also the reason why Jeong Yeon-shin could not act rashly during that time.

Because the Northern Kings, who were believed to have settled in Whipoongnyeong, posed all sorts of threats after Jeongyeonshin took over Yeokru Castle.

In the middle of enemies with Gongwolmu.

Because of this, the King of Yelü’s journey to the world of martial arts was at a standstill for a while, but now, the being who could be said to be the pinnacle of the Whifungryeong Conference was speaking to him. He was the first person in the North who led the Demonic Realm.

The male emperor’s voice was like a calm icy rink.

– King Yeolu of the North… Welcome to Whifungnyeong.

He doesn’t seem at all flustered by Jeongyeonshin’s entrance into the sound space. Could it be said that he is the one who crippled the Shaolin abbot Beomheo Daesa in the past?

He then tried to dig up the fundamental foundation of Jeongyeonsin, using only the fact that King Yelul had entered the Sound Cave of Whifengling as a clue.

―You may be a demon, or someone with a connection to the god of war, or a genius rarely found throughout history, or the owner of a rare Buddhist treasure.

The voice sounds like it’s made of a squeaky sound. It’s a very low tone, so it naturally draws the other person’s attention. Make them pay attention only to you.

-I ask, which one?

His voice penetrated my ears with a resonance that was impossible not to enjoy.

It was to the extent that an ordinary person who was not familiar with the world of martial arts might have withdrawn all of their strength without even realizing it. It was as if he was gently kneading the other person’s mind with his voice.

It was a time when anyone would have been troubled.

Those who have deeply practiced the upper dagger are as good as the famous ones at distinguishing truth and falsehood. Of course, this is only true when the opponent is within arm’s reach.

then.

How about at Whipoongnyeong, the sound transmission space of the northern masters? A ‘sound cave’ where they communicate through the wind from a far away distance.

First of all, it was impossible for Jeongyeonshin to make any judgment on the truth from Namje, but those who were there from the beginning with the permission of Tushin might be a little different.

That’s what the old woman said then.

―You’re coming to your senses? How long has it been since I heard a new voice? The sleepiness has disappeared! Child, tell me anything.

A strong and rough voice. It scratches Jeongyeonshin’s ears with a very rough feeling.

Next was the voice of a middle-aged man.

―Yeomjeong (廉貞). I am afraid the story will become confusing. Namje of Geomun (巨門) is good at speaking, so leave it to him.

He spoke smoothly. He must have been a northern strongman, but he had the temperament of a writer. However, he was clearly a peerless expert.

Meanwhile, the old woman named Yeomjeong seemed to be uncomfortable with his words.

―The strategist of the god of fighting, you have spoken after a long time, and you have become tainted by the North. Do not call me the fifth star of the seven stars in the sky. Even if you exclude the noble god of fighting, how can I be the fourth of the six? I am certain that the Seolryeolrok (序列錄) written by the North will be sufficient as a list of the people who have been killed in the southern rivers and lakes.

-I understand what you mean. Please stop talking now.

-The guy who should be killed… .

like this.

Three people, including the Southern Emperor, spoke with the whistle. The other Northern Kings seemed to be silent for their own reasons.

A book of advice on Namje, Yeomjeong, and Tushin.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been quietly organizing her thoughts, soon spoke slowly.

-Are you the Yukwonseong Army?

The most combat-savvy stars in the Northern Powers.

Excluding the star at the top of the seven constellations of the Big Dipper, six remained, and thus they were the six constellations below the sun god.

-right.

Namje answered coolly.

Then, the middle-aged man, who was the chief of the suicide squad, added in a polite tone.

―It is a name that has become clear thanks to the torrential currents of the troubled times flowing through the sky. It is also a reputation that all the northern kings of this land covet.

It felt like five swords had emerged from the increasingly hectic flow of the times, and it was like the northern powerhouse was established under the leadership of Cheonhabukdo. In some ways, it was close to the movement of a country that cared about the public sentiment.

However, Jeong Yeon-shin was no longer a boy who felt a sense of awe at the vastness of the world. He was simply the one and only master of the Divine Sword in this land.

– Are those bastards mouths like the moon? I asked Namje.

He spoke like a king of Yelü.

Phew!

At that moment, many exhalations were inserted into Jeongyeonshin’s ears like a musical.

The Northern Kings of Whirlwind have yet to open their mouths, but each of their internal energy breaths are filled with surprise and even admiration. Aside from their enormous presence, it seemed like there were no sane people.

Because the Dragon King in front of me was clapping his hands.

“It feels so refreshing!”

At the same time, Namje’s voice rang out.

―The right foot of the open ark is three inches below the knee. The left foot is below the thigh, including the knee. With this hand, I cut them all off, and now no one knows who the fastest man in the world is. And now, I ask you.

“… … .”

-Why are you interested in this, new King of the North?

His question sinks deep into my mind.

The Northern Kings may not know, but the two people who were talking right now were the Northern First and the New Sword Master, respectively. Jeong Yeon-shin had to put her heart and soul into every word and action.

King Yelü said.

―Here… Just as the author of the book “The Tale of the Toothless” has the speech patterns of a Beijing aristocrat, I also have a connection to the South. Ju Gwang-shin-gae is one of them.

It’s a true story. That’s why I was at peace.

As everyone knows, Yul is a pseudonym, and he has never told a lie in private.

It was like that from the time I started writing Jeonggadonggong’s poem with my small hands. Because I thought that my mother, Mayeonsang, would see and hear everything.

The reason why Ip Hwang-seong’s chivalry was taken for granted from the beginning and why he naturally helped the powerless commoners is in the same context.

The Four Books and Three Classics that his father, Jeong Ban-ak, had given him to protect the prestige of the landowner family were another aspect of his mother. Likewise, the writing teacher of Jeong Ga-jang also recited the same lines from all the books.

That’s how Jeongyeonshin was created.

-So, if you had truly hung the legs of the Jukwang Shingae on a plaque like you were beheading the enemy general,

He continued speaking calmly.

-You will die with all your limbs cut off.

In that moment, the space where the whistle sounded was filled with a deathly silence instead of wind. This was because all the northern kings were silent.

The same was true of the empty lot at Gwanghonsan Mountain.

“… … .”

Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang and Chi-geuk-wang gaze at Jeong-yeon-shin. He looks like a combination of a man and a horse, and his body is extremely transparent. He has the appearance of a peerless master with each of his distinct characteristics.

The Dragon King slowly opened his lips.

“… You said you were a fugitive from the south, but now you’re spitting and acting like a demon. I wonder what your bare face looks like.”

King Chigeuk remained silent at her words. There was no particular denial.

-Now that I think about it.

The gap in the wind that Jeong Yeon-shin created did not last long. Nam-je’s voice, somehow holding a cool smile, continued.

―You said that Chigeuk and Yongeum would guarantee that you are the king of the southern part of the Demonic Realm. This would mean that your great warrior has overwhelmed the other great warriors of that land.

Immediately after, his voice shook the wilderness and struck Jeongyeonshin, without allowing himself to be swept away by any anger.

―Suddenly, two northern king-like beings have appeared from the south. This is clearly a natural disaster… Hmm, there are more clues about your identity. If we give it a little time, we can be sure.

The soft muttering was a threat in itself.

How often do you see a peerless master completely putting aside his lofty pride and calmly dismantling his opponent in this instant? Most are madmen who are so obsessed with martial arts that they can pierce through life with just one move.

‘The Southern Emperor, the best in the North.’

Soon after, Jeong Yeon-shin felt the old woman Yeom Jeong and the man called Tu-shin’s advisor trying to speak. It was not known whether the advisor was one of the six constellations, but each of them was a being with great ripple effects.

He didn’t allow it.

― Are you trying to cover up a matter that should be resolved with a life-or-death decision with your thoughts from your seat? You have no respect for the Northern King who won the battle between the great warriors. If that is the case, then I have no intention of following the law of sacrifice either.

The words of the Shingeomdanju must be like a sword. This was the advice Yongheemyeong once gave.

At the same time, I am reminded of Yeo Ryeong-ju, who always drove the unmanned people into a corner.

Jeong Yeon-shin was already a seasoned swordsman who had been through many battles with the powerful men. Naturally, he was good at intuitively stimulating the competitive spirit of the strong.

―Now the king of the southern part of the Demon Realm will come up to plant his flag in your territory. I heard that the king of the north is the highest and freest being, but you, like the name of the Southern Emperor, should just remain as low as you are. The martial arts of this land that have lost their spirit should be trampled by the light waves of my lightness, not by the hooves of horses.

The silence of Whipoongnyeong is growing thicker. The aftermath of speaking to the best person in the North like a king. He has released a great mental demon.

In the meeting place of the Northern masters, to those who worship power and freedom more than the mighty men of any land.

At the same time, they were also strong men who had long been oppressed by the dignity of their profession.

At that moment, several layers of laughter flowed out.

It was the voice of the Northern Kings who had not uttered a single word for a long time.

―’Naadam (НААДАМ: festival)’, it’s Naadam.

―The spirit of the fighting god…! That’s enough! No matter what your true clan is, you are a demon!

There was a northern king who spoke the language of the old Yuan Dynasty, and there was also a northern king of the Yao tribe who breathed heavily like a cannon.

Even the Jurchen people said that they would wash their bodies with the blood of the King of Yelü. It was right to say that the strongest men in the world had gathered there.

Absolute beings who are accustomed to sitting on the throne themselves.

It was the moment when the sound transmission space of Whipoongnyeong was divided into two groups.

-That’s interesting.

As the voice of the man settled in my ears like the morning fog.

Jeong Yeon-shin quietly scanned the room like a female spirit.

At first glance, he seemed to be a loyal subject, Mama Gwangmyeoldo, Yongumsa Temple King with a somewhat excited expression, Chigeuk King whose mood was hard to read, Binggungju and Taeyeonryong who he absolutely had to talk to here… Then, his eyes met with Geomseong who was staring blankly at him.

“Are you okay?”

The old swordsman asks.

I overheard all the sounds of the nearby whistle. If it was the sense of the black star that was likened to the dark night sky, it could have been like that.

Jeongyeonshin just nodded silently.

one side.

“Jeomdan-ah, King Yeol has declared war on the Southern Qi. I don’t know what will happen in the future in the Jianghu situation. I also don’t know how my Northern King comrades will move.”

“Your Majesty, if that’s really the case, shouldn’t we be the ones to step aside?”

Others seemed to have guessed that the situation was returning to the story of Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang and Chi-geuk-bu-ma.

Tae-Yeom-Ryong made a mouth shape that said, “Are you crazy?” Before he knew it, Mama Gwang-Myeong-Do was glancing down the mountainside, and Shin So-Bin was whispering to Jeong Yeon-Shin while sticking close to her.

―It’s still far from here for the Shingeomdan to come. Namje is the best in the North…!

“still.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said, slightly clenching her right hand. In an instant, the tendons in her forearm split long and created a shadow like a divine sword.

The northern powers where brutal plundering is taken for granted. In the first place, Ju Gwang-singae was not the only swordsman active in this land of the law of the jungle.

In the past, there were great shamans like Beomheo Daesa, and there were countless disciples of shamans that Hyun Gong Jinin lost. The same thing could happen at any time.

“But it still goes up.”

The new sword master concluded his speech.