Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 568

Nadam

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-Yeomjeong, are you listening?

―… … .

– Is anyone there? I have urgent news. Listen as your Majesty the King. It is a matter of grave importance. It concerns my grand master.

―Yeom Jeong-geun is coming to me under the command of Nam-je… .

-Well, Moon-gok.

―He must be arriving soon. Isn’t he the best of the Heulhwang Shipgyeol (屹潢十結)? He must be shaking off the northern kings who are getting in the way and coming down in a straight line. Anyway, if I say this, Yeomjeong will probably intervene.

―I hear you’re crazy. Trying to figure out the king.

-also.

-Should I tear off your limbs instead of your rate?

―Now that I think about it, it’s not Yul, it’s Pa-gun. The Northern King Pa-gun is listening too. He is in front of me now.

―Ha! Listen to everything.

-Yes, listen, Yeomjeong. It will be urgent for Moongok as well. It is none other than the story of my great warrior.

-Why does that fu*king crazy bastard keep…?

―The great warrior accepted me. He allowed me to leave the seat, saying that I needed time to think. He displayed Kunlun’s Cloud Dragon Eight Forms in a spectacular manner. It was a dance of courtship.

―Self-destruction! You have lost your only champion. Now the kings of Whirlwind will come to pillage your territory, and by the will of the God of Battle, you shall not yield to their champion.

– King Yeom Jeong of the North doesn’t know what purity is.

-You two, calm down. I am currently looking at the army. Haven’t the kings of Whipoongnyeong always been curious? Your Majesty the North King, you may ask your questions first.

-I wonder what it looks like.

―You’ll have to wait until you see the truth to find out. It would be hard to see through her mask unless you have her Huljudaegaebyeok (屹柱大開闢). However, her body looks sturdy. She seems to have many allies, so she might surprisingly like to make friends.

―The silence of the cavalryman was weighty as advice. It would be nice to meet him sometime. But I will wait. For my great warrior… … .

―… … .

-Pagun, are you listening? Have I self-destructed? If you trace my great story even now… .

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A hill covered with pale frost.

Like most northern mountain ranges, it is a rocky mountain without any vegetation.

The only difference now was that a cold, white ice flowed across the rough surface. White and translucent.

Occasionally, the flapping wings of skinny mountain birds would come down close and then disappear into the distance. It was the cold air that made the hazy steam rise and the sunlight shine like a rainbow.

Cold days have a way of drawing people’s warmth.

A couple was lying on top of each other on that cold hill. The man was leaning against a tree stump with only the stump left, and the woman was lying against the man’s arms as if it were a bed.

Occasionally, a thin stream of smoke would flow over the two people’s bodies, as if cold ice had been added to a burning flame.

They were the married couple Taeyeonryong and Binggungju.

“ma’am.”

“huh.”

“How was it?”

“huh?”

“A man named Yalul. That is, the King of the North.”

“Oh, Pa-gun? He was handsome. If the old swordsman hadn’t covered his eyes with the wind from the sword back then, I might have taken him as a concubine…”

“I kept harassing you, but didn’t you say you would stop keeping concubines? I was asking about something else.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t that suspicious.”

“It wasn’t suspicious?”

“Your intentions are obvious even though you’re not wearing any clothes. Even at a glance, you can tell that you’re a guy who came to stir up trouble in the South. Just like a prince who came to enter the main palace.”

“It’s awkward. In my hometown, this place is called the North, not the South… … .”

“You’re changing the subject? You’re cute.”

Taeyeonryong’s gaze, resting his chin on the narrow shoulders of the Ice Palace Master, was fixed downwards. It was none other than his wife’s lower abdomen.

The warrior’s abdomen, covered in flowing blue silk and shining, was still firm.

The Ice Palace Princess runs her fingertips down Taeyeonryong’s chin.

“Are you looking forward to it? It’s far away.”

“… I was rather worried. It was no ordinary trouble that the priests of this land were trying to kill our child.”

“It’s because of my husband.”

Her voice was transparent.

Why did he treat the Northern King Yelü so favorably?

It was just a brief remark, but it was clearly a question with that meaning.

North Sea Ice Sheet.

The way the Grand Princess of Bukhae Ice Palace, who had experienced all sorts of conflicts, spoke was usually like this.

Those who failed to properly respond to similar conversations would often freeze and break into pieces. As the word palace suggests, the Ice Palace was a cold place.

But Taeyeonryong was talking nonsense.

“It was because I had a good feeling. Didn’t your wife approve? The god of my upper body.”

“… … .”

“Don’t keep your mouth shut so fiercely. I’m worried.”

“…I don’t want to take my child’s father away.”

“I think I heard something similar from my comrade whom I served as a superior. He said he didn’t want to raise a family without a father.”

“Comrade?”

“He’s quite a young fellow. He’s interesting in many ways, but he’s also quite pitiful. He’s a brave warrior, although he’s also quite cowardly. Of course, he’s not fit to be someone else’s replacement warrior. He’s just a bad-tempered guy.”

“You’re changing the subject again. You’ll end up dying earlier if you keep doing that.”

“I didn’t turn it.”

“…ah.”

Bingje, who had been writhing in her husband’s arms, opens her eyes slightly. It looks like she has realized something.

The corners of Taeyeonryong’s mouth rose slightly.

“There should be no lies in front of children. My family had too many dirty secrets behind them, and that’s why they were destroyed.”

“… The palace’s spiritual ban didn’t work on my husband. How come…?”

“Didn’t you acknowledge it, Madam? The god of my upper chamber. Besides, when you’re on the verge of death, many things become funny.”

“I thought you were from the North Sea.”

Sarak.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong gently wrapped his arms around her lower abdomen as she tried to get up from her seat.

“My servants… When the Bukgung siblings were discussing the recent famine, they said this. The wolves of the North Sea never abandon their comrades, even when starving. I am the husband of the Ice Emperor, but I have not yet been excommunicated from the Imperial Palace.”

“… … .”

It was when a quiet steam rose from the frozen mountain.

Kuguguguguguung―

I heard it from a far away place.

A faint sound, like the repeated striking of a giant drum. It was a signal that had been agreed upon a dozen days ago.

The North Sea Ice Emperor stood up, pressing the Taeyeonryong’s abs with his frosty palms.

“ma’am?”

“Let’s go. Your lifeline is calling.”

She said.

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There was a blurry castle wall.

It was swaying like a mirage, as if it was about to be swallowed up by the horizon painted with faintly bright sunlight.

It was a fortress far from Cheonggwangpyeong.

In the middle of the sandy plain, there are only four things that are clear.

A bare-handed young man wearing a silver mask, a gray-haired woman with white sunlight covering her entire body like a palace, a nine-foot-tall man with a strong aura, and a sandy bottom worn away layer by layer by the gentle wind.

Boooooooooo!

It was while I was running towards the sound of a distant crash from a place farther away than the station.

It must have been the swordsman who was keeping the invincible Socheon in check, but occasionally, a loud noise occurred as if he was colliding with something.

Among the six constellations, it may be that he is the only one who has encountered the temptation of being an old woman.

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin confronted the two people.

‘no.’

They couldn’t be called human. Those who are like the Heavenly Sword and the Six Heavenly Stars are evil hexagrams that speak human language. They are literally like evil hexagrams that cannot be disobeyed.

This would be even more true for those close to the fighting god.

The best fighter in the world. A strategist of the gods.

“… … .”

The northern monsters, such as the Sword Master who had pierced the entire body of the dragon that had been hanging over the large city of Hangzhou, and the indescribable Heavenly Sword Master, were silently looking at Jeongyeonshin.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt suffocated by snow.

Is it because there are two monsters with great strength?

A long exhalation caught in his throat. In reality, their energy was interfering with Jeongyeonshin’s internal breathing.

‘Battlefield martial arts.’

I can feel it with my whole body. All the forces are focused on slaughtering the Ming Dynasty. Even the Shinto sect, which is said to have nothing they cannot steal in the world, has such a temperament.

On the contrary, they also seemed to want to see through Jeong Yeon-shin’s rebuttal. Since a hasty move on their part could lead to death.

Which martial art will signal the start of war?

Which side’s allies will arrive first?

The distance between them was too great. The world was absurdly vast, and there were just as many powerful people ruling each country. That was also the number of variables.

Anyone with luck could take the lead here.

Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth right away.

“Do you see something?”

With one hand, he gently touched the inside of his bosom. The outline of the thin wad of paper ran across his palm, and it felt somehow warm. It almost felt like it was imbued with spirituality.

At the same time, the upper part of my head became hot.

-What did you see?

An old voice comes to mind from my memory.

It definitely sounds familiar.

The Zhongnan Swordsman who wiped out the powerful and powerful gods of Shaanxi Province in the south and was said to be of lowly status. He was the first old man outside of Iphwangseong to see through Jeongyeonsin’s lifespan. He was literally kind to Jeongyeonsin from the beginning.

The only image of the one who opened the door.

And the importance of the book that Geom-hu kept in his mouth even as he lost consciousness.

Jeongyeonshin looked at Shintu and asked.

“What does a thief call the stolen goods?”

“… … .”

“Is this a long article too?”

Saaaaa―

In the cloudy sandstorm.

The standoff between the three continued for a while. That was until none other than the strategist of the suicide squad, Yuk Won-seong-gun Mungok, suddenly opened his mouth.

“Yelu King, I wonder what your purpose is. I really intended to mediate between you and Nanje… … .”

His manners were too polite to match his deep voice. It was a natural aversion that made me cringe, and he came across as very ominous.

Jeongyeonshin smiled faintly.

“That’s a lie.”

“ah.”

At the same time, Moon-gok imitated his laughter. However, the only thing that was the same was the line carved into the corner of his mouth, and Moon-gok’s thick, ash-colored skin only added a sense of evil to the grotesqueness.

“I said two things. At least one of them may be true. By the way, what is the book that Shinto and Pagun shared?”

The one who immediately answered that question was Shintu, who had been staring blankly at Jeongyeonshin. His elegant voice was somewhat sharp.

“This is what my nephew from Namje told me to keep an eye on, from Jongnam Mountain. It’s a sword that can tear open a gate. It might help me find the god of fighting.”

Whatever the circumstances.

The suicide may come back.

Moon-gok’s gaze changed at her words, which were more plain than ever.

The colorless light of internal energy that filled his pitch-black eyes darkened to a grayish hue. Soon, the light left a long afterimage in the air, indicating that Moon-gok had disappeared.

It was at the same time that Shintu took a step towards Jeongyeonshin.

The two of them are moving.

It feels like the world is coming closer.

The eyes of the silver-masked King Yul clearly showed the new forms of Moon-gok and Shin-tu. They were rapidly growing in size in an instant, showing an extremely fast approach.

The national power of the North, which had been opposing the Ming Dynasty, was on the move. It was like facing two of the five great swords of the South at the same time. Naturally, he could not discuss the odds of victory alone.

bang!

The right hand that blocked Moon-gok’s shoulder strike, that is, the high-tech method, goes up on its own.

It was because Moon-gok’s huge hand, leaning forward like an arrow, grabbed Jeong Yeon-shin’s wrist and lifted it up using the technique of geumnasoo (擒拏手).

Phew!

A sandy bottom that extends in a straight line, drawing yellow furrows along the trajectory.

It was an incredibly long session.

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately tried to hit Moon-gok’s forehead with his sword, but Shin-tu was already standing on top of his half-lifted feet, with both feet together.

She held both of her feet upright.

Her hair, which seemed to have a sheen like ash, fluttered about.

The world’s greatest treasure trove.

A moment was given to the peerless masters who had eons of time. It was also a gap that was forcibly opened.

Either way, there is a price to pay.

It took a moment for divine power to be applied to Moon-gok’s grasp, whose blue veins were on edge.

Damn it!

The muscle groups in the right armpit of the King of Yalul are torn off one by one, nearly halfway up.

It was clear that he had intended to tear off his right arm, bone by bone, but when one move did not work as he had intended, Moon-gok slightly blurred the light in his eyes.

“Yojok…?”

“gibberish.”

Jeong Yeon-shin has already lost her left arm.

There was no way they didn’t prepare a separate defense. The calluses of the Dangga siblings, the self-defense weapon Jinyeo Hwi Seongcheon, were shining brightly in the veins of their arms, just like the starlight they were basking in.

With the ceaseless flow of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi, the magic of Jeonggadonggong.

‘The right arm is not available. It is not completely lost.’

Jeong Yeon-shin chewed on the sharp pain of having her shoulder blades torn apart with a cold gaze. It was while observing quantitatively for a moment.

The shock that was being transmitted to the brain below the upper abdomen was worse than when I saw the heads of the senior lords.

That’s fine.

For a very brief moment, Jeongyeonshin and Moongok’s eyes met. They were at similar eye level. This was because Moongok, who was large in stature, had bent his upper body down and was thrusting forward with a high-tech attack.

Kroong!

A thunderous vibration formed on the acupoints of the legs. The ultimate lightning of the anti-Bakguijin, without even a single wave of energy leaking out. The power raced along the upward trajectory of the legs, like a whip.

In the center of the field of vision that suddenly opened up as the Shinto sword that had been standing on the instep fell down.

Oh my god!

The tip of Jeongyeonshin’s foot was stuck in the large neck of Mungok like a musical instrument.

A bloodletting point that can cut off the opponent’s lifeline if stabbed properly. At this moment, the dark blue Cheondan Gwang-gap’s azaleas start to shake and spit out dark blue sparks in a row. They were all Moon-gok’s.

The salcho has been properly infused.

Woodduck-

But Moon-gok was raising his huge upper body with a blank expression.