Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 597

Gathering the night sky (6)

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A point about two thousand li north of Jangseong Geoyong Pass, across steep mountain ranges, wilderness, and fifteen large mountains.

It is right next to Cheonggwangpyeong where Jeongyeonshin and Yukwonseonggun clashed. Even if he was a master recognized by the Daemunpa for his lightness, if he set out from Jangseong, he would have to ride a horse to get there.

The Shingumdan’s reverse fortress was there.

It was a yellowish earthen castle measuring about 100 jang in length from north to south and 70 jang in width from east to west. Outside, a 666-jang wall surrounded the inner castle in a square shape.

The first king to die from the power of Jeongyeonsin, the King of the North, or Yeomyeolsin, had the castle solidified like a ‘fire king’ with her heat energy.

Of course, it is a level that is far beyond the scale of a single village.

Because the northern Yao people, the southern Han people, the Ming and Che people who came down from the sky, and even the Mongols and Jurchen people with the same roots live together in one large city.

It was a land where even the bloodlines of fallen agents could be seen here and there.

It was like that from the exit leading outside.

In front of the castle gate, which was carved out of a single huge rock, surrounded by a border of iron nails.

“We have to get out of here.”

“There are rumors that the Southern Emperor has risen up in arms. The Yeollu Castle has no chance of winning, so let it go.”

They were a group of people with large bodies, pointed ears, short stature, and hairstyles that exposed their foreheads, all mixed together like a blast furnace. Dozens of them were gathered at the gate of the fortress.

The one who stopped them was a middle-aged man wearing a silk robe that was tattered and patched up like a beggar, and he was the gatekeeper of the North.

“There’s no chance of winning? Isn’t that too hasty a judgment?”

At his question, the man with long braids down his back snickers.

A northern ronin who moves from castle to castle, collecting food in exchange for swordsmanship. He is one of those who can be seen quite often in the Demon Realm.

“You are a Han Chinese chosen by the god of war as a gatekeeper, so you want to protect your honor for guaranteeing the new sword master as the Northern King. You can’t say two things with one mouth. But do you think the leaders of the new sword masters who are currently locked in the inner castle and not moving at all feel the same way?”

Then the queue-haired nobleman pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

The inner wall, densely packed with sharp roofs like blades. This was where the leaders of the Shingeomdan resided.

The ronin continued speaking.

“How long has it been since they came out? The Divine Sword Master has not even shown his face, the Black Robe Great Warriors have become cold as if they have been hit by a cold wind, and they are practicing strange movements, and some of them have even lost their true nature with distorted faces like madmen… Is this true?”

“That’s right. Aren’t you just showing the behavior of a rabble at a time when you don’t have enough military strategy?”

A Yao ronin carrying a large axe intervened.

He glanced at the blue-haired men of Ip Hwang Seong who had climbed up the ramparts like soldiers with belligerent eyes, but when no one turned to look at him, he shouted in a thick voice.

“At this rate, we will be trampled by the armies of the Northern Kings of Whipoongnyeong! The First Man of the North will definitely return! Have you ever seen the martial arts army he raised to found the nation? It is truly overwhelming! In addition to them, how are we going to deal with Namje, Mungok, Yeomjeong, and the other absolute rulers of Whipoongnyeong? The inner castle of Yeokru Castle is full of people with dead eyes!”

The eyes are dead.

It was a very true statement. The black robed warriors no longer had a glint in their eyes. They were not even able to speak.

An icy silence had long filled the inner city’s central courtyard.

At this moment, the mute people in the inner castle of the fortress were learning to open their eyes, and none of them had any interest in the outside world.

As if there was something to be done to make his already superhuman body even stronger.

In the meantime, there was news that hit the neighborhood.

There was a rumor that the powerful men of Whifungnyeong had begun to gather in Heukdo, the capital of the Demonic Realm. The story was that the master of Heukdo, Namje, would lead a large army and come down to Yeokru Castle.

“Open the door!”

“Get out of the way! The whistle blower is coming!”

“If you stay, you’ll die!”

However, when the northern gatekeeper, worried about losing troops, refused to move from his spot, those who remained scattered in all directions.

Kukukung! Hwaaaaah!

There were many people who jumped onto the city walls by stepping on the stalls and other things scattered around the streets. This was because it was a city where there was no one who had not practiced lightness.

It was a flow that was hard to stop.

The unmanned troops of Iphwangseong did not stop either.

The blue warriors lined up on the castle walls silently felt the momentum behind them. The momentum of the great lords was calming down as the days passed.

“… … .”

The current situation is one where the eyes of the great Ming Dynasty are rising upwards one by one. As the era begins to watch them.

The ground was still dry, and there was no sign of sprouts emerging.

The late winter breeze only grew colder.

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An underground cave where no strong wind can reach.

Among the famous cult leaders of all time, some of them left their final visions in their graves. This is the story of some of the famous cult leaders, including the first cult leader.

That’s how the Cheonmachong (Heavenly Demon Tomb) was created, causing a storm of blood in the martial arts world.

On the other hand, there was Cheonmabigo in the main temple of Myeonggyo.

Literally a secret vault.

It is a place where only the direct descendants of Cheonma are allowed to enter, and most of the famous sect leaders have left their records in Cheonma Bigo.

The Donghyeol that Jeongyeonshin entered at that moment was that kind of place.

It was clearly a deep cave, but there was not even a hint of moisture; it was just a library with a radius of about thirty jang, filled only with books.

Boom! Kookoo!

It was noisy outside.

I can hear it faintly. The sound of alarm bells ringing as if they were going to possess people, the screams that burst out like the roar of a devil, and the deafening sound of light aircraft sprinting along the ground.

It must have been the troops of the famous religion that arrived late.

But none of the party looked back at the closed door. They were all busy looking around.

“It’s truly amazing. It’s something I’ll see if I live long enough.”

Gae-bok-ju muttered while riding on Eung-gong’s back. Eung-gong let out a phlegm-boiling sound as his arms tightened without thinking, but his deep breathing also caused his soliloquy to escape.

“Coming to Cheonmabigo… .”

Heavenly Demon.

It has been the name of the Almighty since ancient times.

Even if it is looked down upon in the world, when given the opportunity to broaden one’s horizons through the Cheonma Mu-maek, there are few who would turn it down. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for anyone.

So it was awesome.

A sight of huge bookshelves lined up like a castle wall. Each was nearly three jang high, and the width was from one end of the cave to the other. It was a distance of at least ten jang.

Ju Gwang-shin, who had been looking around in all directions next to Jeong Yeon-shin, falls asleep.

“It’s so clean that I wonder if the Hanlin Academy in Beijing is like this. It must be where the most terrible magicians in the world are organized… .”

“It’s madness. The Academy isn’t like this. It’s a mess. They’re the kind of people you only see in stories about clean-cut bachelor students.”

Eunggong answered while fixing his sword.

It was just as they said.

All the space was filled with traces of the famous sect members who were pathologically reluctant to lose their martial arts skills or to have their lineage cut off.

The closer a person is to the top of the world, the stronger his or her desire to leave a name behind is.

The magic penetrated deep into the marrow of the mind, and the people who wanted anything good were even more so.

“It has been said that the great demons of the Demonic Cult have wished for their names to be remembered forever. That is, by having Simdeuk gain the honor of being recorded in the Cheonmabigo. Now that I think about it, it seems it was true… … .”

Joo Kwang Shin’s words trailed off.

Eternal.

Worship eternity.

It is an expression of the famous religious leaders who replace Manse.

They did not hesitate to use any means necessary to improve their martial arts skills, and so the martial arts of the famous schools developed into magical arts.

It was madness. Even the smell of paper tickling Jeong Yeon-shin’s nose at that moment was permeated with that kind of temperament.

But he didn’t care.

What was the purpose of coming here in the first place?

Since Socheonmujeok had extended the lifeline of the swordsman with the ‘Chiljugeumhyeoldaebeop’ of Myeonggyo, I thought there might be a way to save him in Cheonmabigo.

Because it is a place where the wisdom of all the great horses of all time is stored.

“I didn’t know I would come in on my own two feet….”

Hwang Bo-gon, who had joined Jeong Yeon-shin’s group without realizing it, muttered.

It must be the first time for anyone to enter the martial arts library of another sect.

Because unless you are a northern raider or a madman from the Muryonghoe, a martial artist will spend their entire lives immersed in the martial arts of the Samun.

It was the same with Jeongyeonshin, but at this moment, he was spinning two faint halos that looked like they would go out at any moment.

Kiiiiiing!

In an instant, the force squeezed out of his heart is blasted into his eyes.

It was a city law.

With that in mind, I expanded my field of vision and began scanning the titles suffocatingly crammed onto the bookshelf like rays of light.

[Honma Bunshin Gong (混魔分心功)], [Ji Jong Ma Gong (地從魔功)], [Am Cheon Su Byeok Se (暗天手壁勢)], [So Su Ma Gong (素手魔功)], [Yao Zu Beiming Da Nai (嶢祖北冥大挪移)], [Ming Huang Shen Hyeong (明凰神形)], [Ming Huang Shen Hyeong, Commentary by Yelü Jin]… … .

The new teachings of famous schools that were only known through rumors were engraved in my sight.

Woof! Parak!

Jeong Yeon-shin grabbed everything that caught her eye and dragged it to the empty space. Then, she read through the books in place, leaving five or six books floating in front of her.

The pages of the book fluttered on their own like wings.

The rustling sound continued incessantly, and Jeongyeonshin’s eyes were filled with letters.

It was a relentless rush of speed reading, pouring wisdom and insight into my mind. It was as if the invincible years of my childhood were being compressed and sucked in.

Ju Gwang Shingae, who had been climbing onto Eunggong’s back as if it were a palanquin, was startled and tried to stop Jeong Yeonsin.

With one hand, he was tapping the eavesdropper as if telling it to hurry up and move forward.

“Look, if you just look at it a lot, nothing will happen….”

Divine Secret Techniques

Nanhua Gwangtaegeuk (South China Great Ultimate)

Hurrruk!

Suddenly, a blue smoke rose and formed a circle at Jeongyeonshin’s feet. The short feet of Eunggong, who was carrying Jugwangsingae, stopped.

Blue Taegeuk.

Jeongyeonshin moved her eyes like a sword in a circle that could barely fit one person. Her eyes had already turned blue. Her eyes were like rays of light, ceaselessly drawing the letter “지” (之).

Like a wizard in a story, he floats a dozen or so books and just stands there blankly, reading everything that comes into view.

As I felt the brushstrokes of all the titles, I realized that the feeling of energy that had suddenly spread throughout Cheonmabigo had spread.

‘No. No. That’s right. Yeah, bring that too… .’

[The Great Law of the Seven Pillars of Forbidden Holes], [The Sutra of Delusion and Demonic Insanity], [The Eight Laws of the Divine and Demonic], [The Sutra of the Small Universe Reversing Heaven], [On the Method of Absorbing Demonic Essence], [The Three Colors of Brahma]… … .

The number of books surrounding me was increasing one by one.

On one side, Hwang Bo-gon, who was stealthily bringing in the ‘Ming Huang Shen Xing’, famous as the pupil of Ming Qiao, like a thief, stopped dead in his tracks at the sight.

Namhwagwangtaegeuk is a divine technique that eliminates the reaction of the herbivores possessed by Jeongyeonshin.

If you can turn the resilience of complex martial arts back to nothing, it shouldn’t be difficult to focus your gaze on several places in the ultimate realm.

It is the same with acquiring the magical skills of the famous school.

At least that’s how it was for Jeongyeonshin.

A theory that is in line with the non-partisan Yang Shim Gong.

‘The starting point of the devil is to bring out the most secret desires in the mind… .’

At this moment, he was controlling the conflict of consciousness with the power of Namhwagwangtaegeuk. He was completely digesting the absurd amount of information from the absurd reading as his own.

Save. Save. Save.

No one wants to lose.

really.

really….

This is the thought that filled Jeongyeonshin’s head. The halo of light from the night stars embedded in the ceiling rippled violently through his hair.

thud!

There was a loud noise outside. It was the entrance that Jeongyeonshin had opened and entered through earlier. The Ming School’s minions had slammed the door.

“already…!”

Joo Gwang-shin spat out annoyedly. Then Eo Woong-gong spoke seriously.

“It seems they decided that it would be better to destroy the entire school rather than allow outsiders to invade it.”

“It must be the decision of the cunning Master of the Great School. Others don’t have that kind of authority.”

As Hwang Bo-gon pretended to be calm and composed, Ju Gwang-shin nodded. Immediately afterwards, a mutter came out of the old beggar’s mouth.

“Well, there’s no way that the only leader of a famous sect would be in danger….”

thud!

The ceiling shook violently.

Four or five pearls fell down with a thud. They were not of the usual heavy weight.

It literally felt like a mountain was falling down. It was the famous Amcheonsubyeoksa Temple, which is considered one of the five great martial arts in the world.

It was obvious that Ju Gwang-sin and Eo Woong-gong’s eyebrows were furrowed.

“Oh no. They’re not going to give me any time.”

“Aren’t these guys just crazy?!”

Despite their cries, the frequency of their uncanny spells became shorter and shorter. It was as if an earthquake was coming from somewhere unseen.

thud!

The entire library was shaking.

The deep resonance was now transmitted to Jeong Yeon-shin, who was surrounded by twenty-seven books. The vibration dug into her feet, passed through the acupoints of her legs, and finally burst out in her head.

thud!

At that moment, the waveform coiled like the sound of a drum in Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind.

The sound of a drum that embraces the knowledge that constantly collides and rubs against each other, and the insights that are born there like a bolt of lightning.

Before he knew it, [The Heavenly Demon’s Divine Secret, Commentary by Yelü Jin] was turning the pages on its own before his eyes.

[When ten people gather, one of them acts as a king.]

thud!

[The dusty wind of the wilderness is the cry of a distant heart.]

Cheonma Shin-gyeol was asking Jeong Yeon-shin a question. It really felt that way.

The feeling that something behind the seasons was peering into the upper chamber, something I once felt from Muronggaju’s Heavenly Horse Armor.

Kookung!

My consciousness was heightened and rising. It was with all the words engraved in my eyes.

Disgusting letters like ‘Seventy-two ways to take the lifeblood of a living person’ seemed to ascend to the sky, forming a thick body like a dragon.

Suddenly, my mind started to feel dizzy.

Another wheel was engraved in the heart, like a constellation, though extremely faint. Unlike the two halos, it was of a dark color.

I just swallowed all my studies in my head to save my soul.

thud!

[In this land, where a fence built for ten days is like a sand castle waiting for high tide.]

thud!

[The great waves of time.]

The sound of the drum gradually became faster. Now it felt like it was hitting my heart rather than my head.

Kuung!

[Is this a destiny that should be accepted?]

Kuung―!

[Is this a test that is allowed to be reversed?]

That was it.

It was because the voice of an old man, suddenly filled with a damp, magical energy, came down through the underground cavern.

-Kill all those pagans! You can destroy this land!

Woof! Kwakwakwakwakwakwak!

Suddenly, there was a huge noise as if hundreds of bombs had exploded, and rocks poured down like rain.

Of course, gray dust erupted from cracks that raced across the ceiling.

Kururururung!

The entire cave began to collapse.

Before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin was shining a dark light in the pouring stones.

Since he couldn’t just pour out the method he had developed in his head to Geomseong, it was the result of him using his own magic.

He answered the devil.

“It’s a test.”