Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 588

Castle of the Northern Qi (3)

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In front of the castle gate of Yeokrusung.

A chilly atmosphere spreads like thin ice.

The Ip Hwang Seong Shin Geum Dan was facing their second fight. It was a fight where the fragments of the spear or the waves of the sword’s power would not explode, but if they lost, they would soon be in a fatal situation.

It was inevitable.

“… … .”

The outer wall of the fortress is wide and long enough to surround the inner city. It is large enough for hundreds of people to look down on Jeongyeonsin from inside the walls.

The crowd was thick.

From the commoners and warriors who had lived in Yeokru Castle since ancient times, to all sorts of martial artists who stopped by briefly while wandering around the Demon Realm, and even those who wanted to see Jeongyeonshin’s power from afar for whatever reason.

At that moment, the same thing happened to the young man who was hiding in a gray cloak on the edge of the castle wall.

The ‘Ilgeomho (一劍虎)’ of the 13th Heavenly Sword Master.

This is the next swordsman.

She learned swordsmanship from Baek Seo-gun, the spirit of Yeongcheon, and took up the position of information agent herself in order to perfect her Eight Illusionary Powers.

He had hoped that if he could roam freely through the world, he would become the next great swordsman.

Because it is not the closed-door training that makes people strong, but the world.

From the beginning, I didn’t want to get involved in the political strife between Sim Mu-ryeon-ju and her daughter, who had lost an arm in an unknown place.

Swish.

He slowly looked around. Then he pulled down his wolf-fur hat.

‘In the end, did the crazy master not even rely on the son of Jeong Ban-ak?’

A message came from the headquarters of Simmu-ryeon.

It was an order sent by none other than the monster of the Hwangripbangpa, Gunyurin, in his capacity as the successor of the Simmuyeonju and the representative of Yeonju.

However, to Ilgeomho, the whereabouts of his master Baekseogun were most important.

The master’s martial arts skills were constantly improving like those of any other young strongman, and the new insights he gained from the Palhwanshinkong should have come back to him.

‘It is certain that his activities have been cut off from the Murim Alliance.’

An incident where the Han-Jung Martial Arts Alliance was turned into a mess by the sudden uprising of the Dark Heavenly Emperor, Cho-Yeol, and the leader, Hyeon So-Baek, was put to death.

At that time, Baek Seo-gun was staying as a guest of the Murim Alliance and said that he helped Hyun So-baek. Of course, Ilgeom-ho was not chasing Jeong Yeon-shin, but Geomseong.

I was going to ask what happened.

If we add up the information we have acquired through our adventures so far, a plausible picture will emerge.

He had the confidence to open his mouth. At this moment, he had in his arms a piece of the map of the tomb where the nameless Heavenly Demon was buried.

A manuscript of Jang Bo-do that the deceased Murong family had in their possession.

The Simmu Lianju was obtained from the Murong family through some kind of negotiation, and as the successor, Gunyu Rin, who had been keeping it, gave it to Ilgeomho.

At the time, she was busy creating her own person.

Of course, it wasn’t a finished product, but it was a treasure with many uses.

Whether it be used as a means of negotiation with the Black Swordsman, or used to enter the tomb of the old Heavenly Demon with the White Book Army and sharpen the Eight Illusionary Swords.

So, at this moment, I moved my gaze down the castle walls as if it were a double-crossing act.

‘I never thought that the Black Star would join forces with the Wild Wildfire…’

It was impossible to completely ignore the order from the headquarters of the Simmu League. After all, the identity of the Yelü King, who had risen to fame as the new Northern King, had been revealed.

It was a surprise even to Ilgeomho, who had only been paying attention to Baekseogun.

‘Those annoying guys from the famous school.’

How hard it was to avoid eye contact.

Starting from the reverse direction, the wilderness is now filled with people from all directions.

They were scattered around, each hiding their identities in their own unique ways, and could only be seen by a single swordsman with the eye technique of the Pal-Hwan-Shingong.

A woman practicing Banbakguijin in the streets of Naeseong disguised as an old Chinese woman, a peddler treading on the Hwanikbo in a corner of the vast plains of Cheonggwangpyeong, an old man clinging to the cliffs of Haebingsan Mountain far away like a spider using the Wall Tiger technique…

It’s really terrible.

All of those members of the Myungryu Corps could be said to have been within the field of vision of the wilderness. The Myungryu Corps leader would be reporting back to them from time to time.

Of course, this is when Jeongyeonshin is fully conscious.

I saw Ilgeomho.

Jeongyeonshin’s fighting sense and transcendent single-shot attacks. Also, although it may not be as good as Shinto’s, it has an absurdly fast light-air dash.

If there is a monster like Moon-gok with the endurance and battle stamina of the external power, then it is only the god of war in the entire Demon Realm. It is said that if you combine the characteristics of all the six constellations, you will become a fighting god.

A person who is literally possessed by a god.

People can’t do that. The same goes for the young Shin Geum Danju agent.

Many northern kings would be there, looking for a chance to defeat Jeongyeonsin. Either through a joint attack. Or through some kind of deadly strategy.

So, the martial artists who filled the area surrounding Ilgeomho and even the entire castle walls were looking down with interest.

Each of their thoughts are obvious. It must be for the sake of careful consideration.

What is Jeong Yeon-shin’s physical condition?

How many battles can you endure physically.

If you happen to storm the fortress right after the fight ends, you might be able to loot what you want.

‘The wilderness is annihilated… Even without that, he was already attracting more attention than necessary as the King of the North.’

Ilgeomho thought.

Seomye Jeongyeonshin is a wonderful person.

Now, there were clearly not many beings who could stand against the Wild One on their own. However, the world was vast and there were many forces.

Enemies who can invade at any time, taking into account the characteristics and available power of the Dokmun Martial Arts Unit.

At this moment, the gates of Yeokru Castle are not a platform celebrating victory.

Rather, it was closer to a guillotine, under the gaze of some of the great aristocrats of the south and the devil. It was a situation where giant leopards were waiting for an opening.

“… King Yelul’s body is intact?”

Suddenly, someone’s voice descends from the castle walls. It is a voice of surprise.

That was the beginning. The demonic spirits who had been looking down like Ilgeomho began to speak one by one.

“It’s not even a poem.”

“That doesn’t make sense. We fought that fierce battle….”

He does not feel awkward expressing his outright astonishment at someone or expressing admiration at his enemies.

They were mainly Yao tribes.

However, Ilgeomho did not pay attention to the admiration of the giants who were as big as a monster. This was because he was a sword ghost who was absorbed in his own sword.

Even if there were those who showed off their transcendent powers outside of his world, what was important to him was his own perfection and his master, Baek Seo-gun.

In other words, it was possible to objectively examine the island spirit in the mission area. With eyes trained in the secret secret of the famous clan, the eye of the Palhwan Shingong, discovered in the Shinya-hyeon Jeonggajang.

‘Something is strange….’

A peerless young man wearing a crimson robe.

His jet-black hair is soaked with blood. His clothes, which were originally purple, are also the same. At first glance, he looks like a nobleman of the Blood Flame Cult.

Is it because he’s as damn handsome as the divine sword on his waist?

Damn it.

He slowly passed the cavalry lined up on both sides. His gait was full of energy. It was enough to make those lined up on the castle walls fall silent.

But it was strangely slow.

It was also awkward, like a puppet show, as if the black strongmen around him were moving his limbs in the air.

When I look at it that way, the focus of both eyes is also blurry. The pure white glare is just covering it up a little bit.

‘This is a report…!’

The moment he thought about that, a large shadow suddenly appeared over Ilgeomho’s head.

A pungent smell also hit me.

It was accompanied by dripping blood.

As he raised his gaze abruptly, he saw the owner of the shadow. He was a large man, as big as a demon, and he was already looking down at Ilgeomho with annoyance.

“Why are your eyes open like that?”

A voice that resonated like a cave from a huge body.

Ilgeomho was inwardly angry. Damn it.

This is the face of the dragonfly that was made by Shinmu-ryeon. The Great Lord of Heaven, Hahu Wei-jin. He was someone who should not be allowed to have this much of an gap.

‘No. This guy, how is his health?’

This is not normal.

The major bleeding was secondary. Immediately, a pungent smell was flowing down from the skin, which was clearly a sign of being hit by a hot sun. It must have been the Cheondan Gwanggap of the Yukwonseonggun Mungok.

Looking back, Mungok also retreated, completely devastated.

There is no way that the seven black ones who fought against Moon Valley would be okay. They were not dealing with the other six constellations, but with the flesh of the external transcendent being, who was no different from a diamond to the lower classes.

You can get out. Maybe leisurely.

Damn it.

That’s what I thought until the girl next to me, Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung-ah, got down.

“What are those guys doing?”

He speaks while looking down at the castle walls.

A glance scanning Jeongyeonshin’s surroundings.

There was Taeyeonryong, who was snickering and glancing at Jeongyeonshin’s left leg, and there was Iphwangdaehyeop Heonwonchang, holding the sword saint, the target of Ilgeomho.

Gwanggeomdaeju, Changcheondaeju, and Ma Gwangikju were also seen walking with a similar stride to those three.

“…i get it.”

It was Bukgung-ah’s own question and answer.

Smoke rose along her long legs, which were now covered in blood.

It was because the heated energy waves from the unusually strong Jin-gi operation met the cold air from the reverse flow. It must be cooling down the acupuncture points leading to Yongcheonhyeol.

This is also not common.

The fortune of a strong person like the Black Three Gangs really does not allow even the slightest waste. The monsters that use even the power derived from the friction of true energy as their own strength are black.

Ilgeomho was certain. The power of the Shingeomdan was not as strong as it seemed at first glance. Even if they were gathering together in a frightening manner as if they were going to turn the fortress into a fortress.

‘This is also something to report… .’

It is a place full of empty boasts right now, so if the Jeongyeonsin and the Daeju are not given time to recover, there is a high possibility that it will collapse like a sand castle.

There won’t be any room to fully settle down. The Northern Demonic Realm is such a land.

Under six stars on a winter day.

Besides the Yukwonseonggun, there are all kinds of northern kings.

If it’s obvious, then it’s obvious. The great power of the Ming Empire was concentrated in the north, and that was the Ma-gyeong Gangho.

There were also stories being told from afar by the lower classes who had not yet noticed the appearance of the new blacks.

“That purple robe that sways like a cloud over there looks like it’ll disappear soon. It’s a monster that has fought against the Northern Territory of the World… It seems like it used some kind of trick like our clan’s priest.”

“The King of Yal is the Lord of the New Sword…?!”

“Will the harsh winds of the wilderness end in one fell swoop? What will happen if the other northern kings under the six stars join hands and storm in?”

The upper and lower levels of the building were bustling.

There were a lot of people.

They watched as Mama Gwangmyeoldo and the northern gatekeeper stepped forward. The southern martial artists retreated with confused faces at the identity of the King of Yelü.

Only one person, the head of the Hwasanpa faction, was advancing towards Jeongyeonshin, but at this moment, Ilgeomho, who was looking for an opportunity to get out of his seat, had no business knowing.

Even Yong Hee-myeong, the leader of the Shingeomdan, who was pointed at by a few big guys, didn’t dare look at him. They didn’t know what would happen if they made eye contact.

‘In any case, if luck is not on their side, the Shingeomdan will be swept away before they can even settle in the north.’

Those who went to track down Moon-gok and Yeom-jeong are returning one after another, but how many of them have intact acupuncture points or limbs?

Sim Mu-ryeon will have to decide quickly.

Either send out the Simmuryeonju who is in the closed-door training to help with the entrance to the palace, or stay silent and keep your place in the south.

Swish.

Ilgeomho turned his heel. It was primarily to get out of the way.

Even if I ran into Jeongyeonshin or Geomseong, it would be better to be a guest, rather than being dragged away by Cheonrimdaeju as if I were a criminal.

“Oh my.”

The Heavenly Power God, Xiahou Weijin, opens his eyes wide.

I ignored Ilgeomho and concentrated all of his energy into Yongcheonhyeol. If they were black swords with worn-out teeth, they would probably run away.

Paralock-

That was until suddenly, a white-haired black man came down in front of Jeongyeonshin with the sound of a bat’s wings flapping.

Sabak.

At the same time, a woman landed next to him, her red robe fluttering smoothly, but the white-haired man, who had not a single speck of dust on his body, stood out more. He was immaculately clean.

Not hurt at all.

There are no internal or external injuries.

At least that’s what it seemed like on the outside.

‘Shinhyeolgeukma? What kind of fight did you have with Yukwonseonggun…?’

bang!

Xiahou Weijin’s large hand struck Yi Jianhu’s shoulder, but he just staggered and looked bewildered.

How can a perfect and skilled master escape from a castle that is entrenched in him?

Meanwhile, under the reverse direction.

The knees of the new blood demon Jin Myeong-jo naturally bent downwards. It was an orphaned movement, as if his shins had twisted on their own.

The new swordsman knelt on one knee.

It was the bearing of a peerless master.

“… … .”

Those who had suspected Jeong Yeon-shin’s fainting began to shut their mouths one by one. Soon, the sight of Mang-geom, Gwang-ya Ilmyeol, Shin-hyeol Geuk-ma, and Jin-hyeol Cult Leader all together appeared in the eyes of Il-geom-ho and the others present.

“Isn’t it a blood cult?”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong blurted it out, but no one listened.

Soon after, the Reverse Castle brought in hundreds of martial arts troops with the character for “wild” carved on their shoulders. The night sky was becoming clouded by the whitish waves of the Gwangyegyeol.

It was after this that several northern kings requested a meeting with Jeongyeonsin.