Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 600

When you get drunk on a starry night (2)

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Behind Jeongyeonshin’s back.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound.

The presence of rusty iron armor. The iron scales of the imperial armor. It was Eunggong who had descended to the ground while carrying the Jukwang Shingae.

He didn’t need to force himself to stay afloat in the empty space. Jeongyeonshin’s awakening didn’t last long.

Joo Gwang-shin opened his mouth calmly.

“My joints are creaking just now. Is it because my bones haven’t been able to return to their original position?”

“Isn’t this what happened when I tried to save you?”

Eunggong tells a light story about his fight with Namje. It is to lighten the mood.

The old and young-looking veterans took notice of the young man. The new swordsman reflected in the eyes of the two. Jeong Yeon-shin silently looked down at the sword saint in her bosom.

He never once looked at his enemies during the several steps he took. It was as if he had suddenly acquired the senses of a ronin.

“Ugh.”

Aung-gong lets out a sigh-like exhale.

His speech was long and drawn out.

“If that level of succession is possible with just the Dharma, it is a state of inaction that is no different from a natural body. It would be difficult to achieve naturalness when your heart is filled with rage… Even so, it is a state that at least one person can definitely protect.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Joo Gwang Shingae attacked Eunggong. However, Eunggong shook his head with a young face.

“Look closely. Even though he rolled his feet like that, no shock wave reached Sobaek. Isn’t he still breathing, even if it’s just a little bit? No matter how tough the Ronin’s body is, it’s difficult…”

His small mouth was covered by the wrinkled hand of the Jukwang Shingae.

Fortunately, Jeongyeonshin was busy examining Geomseong’s body with both hands.

The arm that should be holding him was not moving, and was only pushing the palace and passing the acupoint with his true self. It had been that way since he rolled the true world up until now.

‘No. Fortunately, that’s not the case.’

Joo Gwang-shin thought.

Even though he was only a few steps away, he could feel the breath of the black spirit. It was rapidly fading away. The exhalation was becoming weaker, as if revealing the disintegration of the master’s unique temperament, the unity of the spirit and energy.

The foundation of my internal breathing was shaken.

This is the end of the life of Geumseong Hyeonso Baek. It is literally a destiny. It is something that no human can catch.

The person who must have felt this the most was Jeong Yeon-shin.

When he went berserk like a child, Ju Gwang Shingae felt deep sorrow.

Although the status of an open-minded person is such that he cannot help but experience repeated losses, the old beggar was still not used to the deaths around him.

‘But the school is not over yet. This place is a cave.’

The first sect of the Magic Way, where it is difficult to know when, where, and how bizarre something will appear.

It was said that the great master of Myeonggyo had ascended to a place called the ‘Altar’. Even this place was still very deep underground.

We must be alert.

“Hey, Seomye.”

It was when Ju Gwang Shingae carefully opened his mouth.

“Drinking and drinking.”

Jeongyeonshin suddenly had an idea. This was immediately followed by Joo Gwangshin’s counter-question.

“Did you say it was a drinking party?”

“They said there was a magic spell that made this underground space habitable. It pulled the outside air down and held the ground up so it wouldn’t collapse…”

“That would be true. There must be a mystery here that the monsters of the magic world have accumulated over generations.”

“I should give the energy that goes into that drinking ritual to the elder of the sword. With a drinking ritual of this level, I will still have strength left over.”

Before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin had tilted her head upwards.

The ceiling, high enough to fit a two-story pavilion, was reflected in his eyes. The dark, smooth walls of the cave. The fragments of the night light scattered in all directions were like stars.

but.

-That sky is fake… .

Ronin (浪人). The character for wave is rang. This is because they are people who use the sky as their bed and are friends with the ground. Geomseong really wanted to see the sky.

“It’s impossible.”

Joo Gwang-shin shook his head.

“Check your body. It is no longer in a state where it can receive other energy.”

But Jeongyeonshin also felt that something was impossible. She was not in the mood to hear anything else.

He stepped on the Seven Steps of the Wing once more, and as soon as he hit the ground, a dark, circular wave rose up from his feet.

Kwaaaaang!

It dug straight into the ceiling and created a long crack like a spider web. The aftereffects of each step were so distant that it went up to the next staircase.

It was similar to the Hwanik-ibo that broke through momentum, but was also very different. It was a method that actually destroyed what was in the way.

“It’s definitely magic! Why does magic give me such a pure feeling…?”

When Eunggong muttered in a daze.

Jeongyeonshin had already kicked off the floor and was soaring. Even that leap was a dazzling sight, and of course, before Jeongsu-ri could even touch the ceiling, it was shattered into pieces.

Kookookookookung!

It just falls apart.

A huge shock wave rips through the rock face, causing violent shaking in all directions, with white rock dust falling everywhere.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin silently walked up the stairs. Likewise, it was a dark passage on all sides. It was so wide that it was nearly ten jang wide.

“Elder.”

I call out to the blacksmith softly, but there is no answer.

The skinny old swordsman was now hugging him with his eyes closed, as if the arms of his junior Malhak were soon to become a sleeping ground.

Others reacted like rays of light. They were the ones blocking the pitch-black iron door on one side of the passage, and their number was roughly over thirty.

“Pagan, pagan!”

“The new sword master…!”

“Shut up.”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice naturally filtered through the chaos as he walked towards the cult members.

Then the cries of the cultists really stopped. There were many monsters with unusually large hands and feet, or with darkened eyes that radiated a dark aura.

“… … ?!”

Their reaction is that they themselves do not understand.

Originally, magical powers were bound to yield to greater magical powers, but throughout history, there has never been a divine sword master who reached a peerless level through magical powers.

bang!

The open-minded person who came up late with Aung-gong shouted.

“It’s right there! It was right above the herbal medicine room! Of course, to operate this kind of alcohol cult, you would have to draw up every last bit of elixir energy!”

An iron gate similar to the Cheonmabi Gate.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t look at anything else. She just walked silently, looking at the altar where the Great Master Myunggyo had ascended.

Thud, thud.

It was a normal gait.

This time it wasn’t even the Hwanik Ilbo or the Ibo.

But none of the thirty mines rushed at Jeongyeonshin.

Was it because the black halo had completely settled on his heart? They retreated as if it was an irresistible force, while their pitch-black eyes gleamed like those of a devil.

It is impossible to commit the crime of subordination in the study of the highest rank. Their magic energy does not allow them to emerge.

Anyone who saw that they had used forcefully would immediately vomit blood on the spot.

“What…! Why… …!”

“The new sword master uses sorcery… Keuk!”

[The Form of the Bright Phoenix], [The Sutra of the Deluded Demon], [The Eight Laws of the Divine Demon], [The Sutra of the Small Universe Reversing Heaven], [The Three Colors of Brahma], and the Heavenly Demon God… … .

The crowd split to either side.

The path opens by itself without having to strike.

The third halo was the culmination of the study of magic, and it gave Jeongyeonshin the presence of a heavenly horse.

at last.

He could feel the iron gate while all the sectarians retreated to the left and right.

The entrance to the Sulsikjin cult that created the main temple of the Myonggyo in a distant underground cave.

Swish. Kukugugugugugun!

As soon as his palm touched the huge iron door, it opened quickly. It felt like it had responded to the high-level magic training on its own. This time, Jeongyeonshin didn’t even need to reverse-calculate the key.

“This is ridiculous.”

An old voice echoes through the blood.

An old man dressed entirely in white was standing in front of an altar. He had a blank expression, but at this moment, he had a furrow between his eyebrows.

“The leader has never lied, but he truly has the same qualities as me….”

Suddenly.

“ah.”

The eyes of the great scholar who had cut himself off widened. He immediately muttered as if he was possessed.

“I was foolish. This was His will.”

A look of sudden realization. Soon, the lips of the famous scholar took on a maddening curve.

“Yes, you have finally found what you have found. A person who understands the Heavenly Demons, closer to your kind than us who have cared for you for over twenty years, or than the study of the Heavenly Demon Mumaek that you have been with for your entire life…!”

There was laughter in every word. It was literally madness.

He stepped back from his spot, his shoulders shaking. He looked completely off guard. His conduct was incomprehensible.

“Write! Do as you wish! The wishes of our school are for you….”

Boom!

A circular shockwave explodes, slamming the body of the Great Master of Myunggyo into the stone wall.

The vibrations were running wildly across the floor. Before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin was standing in the position of the Great Master, stepping on the ground with her Hwanikpalbo.

The attack that was imagined in his mind was implemented exactly as it was by the Bobeop Kyungpa. An extremely aggressive yet sophisticated gait. It was the influence of the first Heavenly Demon who was said to be close to the god of the world.

Everything worked out well.

It will only take a month to restore the original two layers of halo. There will likely be no more fighting in the Myunggyo, so it would be okay to use this place as a temporary hideout.

“Old man, old man.”

Jeongyeonshin let out a soft, dry, cracked voice from her throat.

“They’re all here. Here they are.”

He could feel a great swirl of energy beneath his feet. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it.

There must have been a similar formation created in the capital city of the Demon Realm that was trying to reincarnate the god of death, but what was important to Jeong Yeon-shin right now was the energy that this kind of alcohol formation could only contain.

This will do. I can repay the favor to Geomseong.

Swish.

Jeongyeonshin sat the old swordsman on the altar.

But he couldn’t straighten his back. Suddenly, a skinny, strong hand grabbed Jeongyeonshin’s arm.

Black Star Hyun So-baek.

“… … !”

There was a fiery power. The old martial arts leader was sitting with his head slightly tilted up.

“Elder…!”

“Stop being so stubborn. Let me get some fresh air.”

He spoke with a surprisingly clear voice. His eyes, looking up at Jeongyeonshin, also sparkled, like the sky briefly brightening at sunset.

Instead of answering, Jeongyeonshin stood still and stepped on the ground.

In an instant, a boom— a resonance spread throughout the entire underground cavern. The energy of the alcohol sphere that was spreading out in all directions from the center of the altar was pulled up by Hwanik Chilbo’s kick.

“This will do.”

This was after he had already personally experienced the physical power of the Black Sword.

Just like before, Jeong Yeon-shin placed her hand on Geomseong’s famous acupoint and began to pour the energy of the Sulsikjin into Geomseong by twisting it into the Bukmyeongdaenai (Great Twist of the Northern Mystery).

The famous school’s new technique of changing the flow at will was very appropriate for this situation.

“Okay, this should be enough.”

Geomseong opened his mouth while his energy poured out.

It is something that should not be done during a lucky breakfast, but the master’s internal energy management made it possible.

“Would you like to listen to my story?”

“You will be able to tell us more later.”

“Listen now. This old man’s ramblings may be of some help to a young man like you. Anyway, let’s get started.”

“… … .”

“A swordsman is a derogatory term for someone whose natural human status is even lower. Of course it is. How can those who harvest human heads be on the same level as noble farmers? It is enough to think that one’s status, which has already been lowered, should not fall any lower. I took up a sword instead of a sickle to survive… I always felt ashamed. Because I wanted to become a better person.”

From the center of the first wave of the Madou siege, an old, lonely voice continued.

“One day, I met my master while I was starving in the street. Yeongchun. Eternal Spring. That was my master’s nickname. I heard that it was a joke because I was not good at swordsmanship, but I, who was taken in by my master as a young boy, made meaning of it in my own way.”

The low laughter of the blacksmith descended upon the stone chamber.

At this moment, the room where the Myunggyo’s drinking party was located was under the control of Jeong Yeon-shin.

Even the great scholar Taesado Myeonggyo, who stood up from the side and dusted himself off, and Eunggong Aung and Jugwangsingae, who had just entered the altar room, did not make any noise.

That was the atmosphere.

The only person allowed to speak was Geomseong.

“Even if you were a ronin who sold your sword skills for a few copper mun… you could still engage in some pretty rewarding work. For example, there was a case where a child who had lost his parents to a certain sect asked for revenge with a worn-out coin. There was also a commoner couple who asked for the rescue of their child who had been captured as a disciple of the Black Sword thugs. After all, there aren’t many thugs in the world.”

Geumseong laughed at himself again.

“That’s why I think the sword is a blade that brings spring to the faces of the weak. What if a little blood splatters and a little smell of blood? Flowers bloom on the faces of those who have escaped a little bit of the hell that is life. That’s a flower that many strong people can bloom with just a little courage.”

“… … .”

“The courage to move forward even if you lose a lot, the courage to take human nature for granted. As I swung my sword like that, I soon found myself at the top of the martial arts world. People called me a star.”

That was when.

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly felt the famous bloodline of the swordsman closing. He sealed the bloodline with the energy he had received so far. It was the internal energy technique of an old, peerless master.

“Elder…?”

“In the world of martial arts, you have to be careful of the elderly.”

Woooo …

The flow that had been flowing towards Geomseong is completely reversed. It is heading straight towards Jeongyeonshin’s grasp.

The energy that had already been purified through the acupuncture points of the sword was returning intact.

“… … !”

In an instant, the energy flowed through the veins of the right arm to the left heart. The halos that had lost their light began to glow dimly one by one. They were all rapidly regaining their original forms.

The focus disappeared from Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

“You take it. If you send it to me, it will just scatter away.”

Geomseong slowly stood up from the altar and turned his head to the Great Master of Myunggyo.

“Can you let us out? If we stay here any longer, things will just break down.”

“Okay.”

The Grand Master of Myeonggyo answered immediately.

The religion of the devil, which is difficult to grasp.

And to the mines, there is Jeongyeonshin, who is no different from an unrivaled heavenly horse.

The expressions on the faces of Ju Gwang-singae and Eo Woong-gong, who had been guarding him at the entrance, became blank, but the events that took place inside the room flowed naturally as if they were riding a rapid current.

“Go outside… Go outside.”

Instead, Geomseong grabbed Jeongyeonshin’s sleeve, and Taesa Myeonggyo guided them to the pulley as if he was possessed by seeing the invincible Socheon in Jeongyeonshin’s face.

It was truly a moment where so many things came into line.

All of that flow was like the swordsmanship of the martial arts leader who contained the world’s affairs in a single sword. It was literally like flowing water.

Grrrrrrr!

Before they knew it, Jeong Yeon-shin and her group were standing on a plank leading up to the ground, and by then Jeong Yeon-shin was holding the sleeve of Geomseong’s robe.

As if the only task at hand was to feel the pulse of the swordsmanship a little more.

“hmm….”

Ju Gwang-shin felt this situation as a kind of closed-door training. It was a closed-door training that the old master, Geom-seong, was giving to the very young Jeong Yeon-shin.

It was different from the martial artists who had been training with the Byeokgokdan for years. It was the moment when the Shingeomdanju, who lived every moment as if it were a long time, broke through the closed space that felt like eternity and ascended.

They climbed endlessly, endlessly through the den of madness.

The sound of planks scraping against the cave walls echoed for what seemed like an eternity, and soon, as pale starlight poured down overhead, Jeongyeonshin’s mouth opened.

“why…….”

Geumseong slowly shook his head, as if he knew what was going to happen.

“I felt the wheels that were settling in your heart. When will you fill them?”

“… … .”

That was the end of it.

Ggggggg- thump!

The pulley lifted them fully into the outside world, and the clear, cold air bit into their skin.

Before they knew it, they were standing on top of a suspiciously large well. The organ of the Ming Dynasty’s Iron Clan was acting like a blocked well on the outskirts of a large city.

“This is the entrance to the famous school. Remember it.”

As he spoke, Geomseong fell down on the spot before he could even take a single step. Jeongyeonshin supported his back just before it touched the edge of the well’s mouth.

A time that stretches out into the distance, with feelings of eternity and fleeting moments endlessly intersecting.

The banging noise was loud.

The end of something was approaching. Jeongyeonshin did not want to see Geomseong’s face, but she had no choice but to look down at him.

Because the wrinkled lips were moving slightly.

“I have seen many weapons. Swords forged with inner strength, well-made iron tools, brushes of famous and powerful people… But none of these were worth anything. It was because I lacked courage. How could a weapon that is easily swung have any weight?”

It was dark all around.

It was night. Jeongyeonshin wanted to say something, but the old swordsman stopped him with a faint smile.

“so….”

Swish.

The hand of the swordsman who had suddenly been heard wandered along the path. Jeong Yeon-shin silently held his hand. At the same time, the old swordsman’s lips faintly rose.

In an instant, everyone in the group had a gut feeling. The next moment, the exhalation was the swordsman’s last breath of internal energy.

“This.”

Geumseong slowly took Jeongyeonshin’s hand. The late winter night sky spread out above their heads.

“It’s the last sword I held.”

That was it.

Suddenly, the darkness that painted the night sky faded, and Jukwang Shingae, who had been quietly carried by Eunggong since they came outside, opened his eyes wide.

Hurrah!

A large, sword-shaped starry night appeared overlapping Jeongyeonshin’s body. A single piece of sky that rippled and scattered like a dark blue flame.

It was a scene that announced the end of the closed-door training that the world’s greatest swordsman had unintentionally undergone.

“… … .”

It was also the end of a certain boyhood.