Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 601

When you get drunk on a starry night (3)

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Seokwonryeong (奭圈領).

It was a large city with a huge rock mountain behind it, surrounded by three walls. It was also where the underground cave of the famous church was located right below.

It is also the northernmost place in the Demon Realm.

The night air was different.

Even the outskirts outside the city walls were like that.

It was a little colder, a little darker, and the wind was gusty. The branches of the nearby trees were constantly waving their bare arms.

A skinny shadow caressing the statue of Jeong Yeon-shin sitting right below him.

Jeongyeonshin, Jugwangsingae, and Eunggong were silently looking in the same direction. It was the place where Geomseong was lying down, using the dry branches as a bed.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly thought that it was fortunate that the magic realm was so wide. There were many stars in the dark sky. To him, they were spring flowers blooming in the dark sky.

The group was worried about what to do with Geomseong’s funeral.

The first to leave was the Mudangpa, the most famous Taoist sect in the world. Naturally, there were no difficulties in the rites.

Because they buried the wooden box containing the sword’s head in front of the God of Opening Roads (the Taoist god of funerals).

But there was nothing for Geomseong.

Both the monk and the teacher.

Since Jeong Yeon-shin was just a disciple of life, it was only natural that Jeong Yeon-shin should be concerned about what to do with Geomseong’s body.

“I guess makeup would look good on you?”

Aung-gong’s young voice breaks the silence.

“This is a land full of people who eat people. It’s also full of martial arts that can sniff out scents. If you make a grave here, all kinds of rotten people will come to covet the flesh of a peerless master who was once alive… … .”

“Who doesn’t know that? Let’s be more aware. Do you know that you haven’t been paying your dues since the beginning?”

Ju Gwang Shingae attacked the head of the three most respected royal masters. He did so while glancing at Jeong Yeon-shin’s expression.

Eunggong laughed in vain.

“I don’t know about other people, but at least I don’t want to hear that from you. You may seem like you know everything about the world, but you’re just a sly idiot among the old guard. Even now, there must be something they all know that you don’t.”

“No way?”

“Anyway, it’s not just the people who eat people that are the problem. Isn’t the Demonic Realm a place where they sometimes extract the energy of corpses from the ground and use it? Are you going to bury someone like the Black Spirit in this land? No, you can’t. Even if it doesn’t go well with the Four Books and Three Classics, it’s better to burn them… … .”

By the time they had gotten to that point, Eunggong was also glancing at Jeongyeonshin. The movements of the small neck were also a bit more restrained.

Jeongyeonshin just listened silently.

He no longer showed any particular emotion. He just looked down at Geomseong with an expression on his face that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Then at one moment.

“He’s gone.”

The night air trembles with the indifferent voice.

It was not the voice of the group.

He was a man of great internal energy who would be treated as a deceased person wherever he went. However, no one in Jeongyeonshin’s group was wary of him.

“It’s a shame.”

It was a man who suddenly appeared.

The facial features of a handsome young man who resembled Tae-yeon-ryong. A single drop of sweat was formed on his face, which always looked peaceful beyond composure.

It seemed like he had come up on another pulley and then ran down in a hurry.

This is King Shinsuhye Hwangbo Gon.

“They came to see me off. Now that I look at it, it’s a good thing.”

At his words, Ju Gwang Shingae asked.

“Are you okay? The Demonic Cult won’t look kindly on you.”

“What if I look hateful? Those crazy fanatics are now in a situation where they need only one hand. They don’t even have the energy to maintain the underground cavern.”

Hwang Bo-gon was as relaxed as his own grandson. There was only a hint of sadness in his gaze as he glanced at the closed-eyed Geomseong.

“That guy, when I was the head of the Hwangbo clan, he was called Hyeop-gwi (俠鬼). He was a ronin by birth, so he never participated in the Yongbongjihoe, and many of the powerful clans of the Sega clan looked down on him…”

He left behind the chief mourner, said Hwang Bo-gon, concluding his story. His tone seemed to suggest that this was sufficient.

Joo Gwang-shin nodded and asked.

“But what is your business?”

“Oh, that’s right… .”

At that moment, suddenly, an old voice echoed like a cave from behind the group.

[Put it here.]

He appeared out of nowhere. He was an old man in white clothes with a little bit of dirt on him.

The great scholar of Mingyo.

It seemed like it had manifested as a heteromorphic void.

For a moment, the corners of Jeongyeonshin’s eyes twitched as if they were about to rise, but she fell silent when she saw the old man’s translucent form.

A clone created with the power of the upper dantian and the energy of the lower dantian. In other words, it was the Wonyoungshin.

Taesa was staring at Jeongyeonshin with eyes that were sparkling with madness.

[Shin Geum Danju, let’s make a deal with our school. I’m sure it will be satisfactory.]

It was a tremendous presence. The icy winter air became even colder.

At that moment, a dark breath leaked out from Jeongyeonshin’s mouth. It was a magical energy that she had not been able to control.

“Don’t speak down to me.”

[You should know that there are many people in the Demon Realm who like human flesh. It would be difficult to see a good sight if we buried a swordsman with such a large body outside, so we will keep him safe. The burial will not be held in our school but according to the common Ming rites.]

The old man’s manners were smooth.

Jeong Yeon-shin asked as the expressions of Eung-gong, Ju Gwang-singae, and Hwang Bo-gon became strange.

“You want to make a deal?”

[The day will surely come when you and the cult leader will meet again. When that happens, please reconsider your decision, even just for a moment.]

“difficult.”

[It might be easy. The strongest of our school’s reviewers… So, among the Ming-Mu-Sang-Ma (明默雙魔), the Mu-Mu (默魔) is the one you’re looking for.]

Ma Gwang-ik and Baek Mi-ryeo.

There was no specific reference, but anyone could guess. It was even one of Jeongyeonshin’s reverse scales.

He said quietly.

“Just because you came to Wonyoungshin doesn’t mean your body is safe.”

The great scholar Myeonggyo was silent for a moment.

The voice of Jeong Yeon-shin, who had all three of her halos fully intact, had a pressure that even pushed away the northern wind. It was a quiet yet distant power.

[… Even so, our proposal is the same. Mukma Baekmirye now serves the leader on her own, and her heart is sincere. I swear that there is no other external pressure or threat. So our proposal to you is also nothing special… .]

The story that could have been told because it was a particularly dignified story even in the famous school was cut off. It was because of a sudden blow that struck me.

bang!

With a loud noise, Taesa’s chest caved in. An invisible force struck his mind precisely. Then, a reverberation like thunder rumbled and dispersed.

[Cough!]

Blood flowed out of Taesa’s mouth. At the same time, Eunggong and Jugwangsingae muttered with expressions of shock.

“My palm only moved an inch.”

“The power of magic in the empty palm…?”

At that moment, Jeong Yeon-shin was already looking into the eyes of the Grand Master. Only the trajectory of his movements remained as a dark smoke that slowly dispersed.

The great scholar of Mingyo.

Baek Mi-ryeo paid the price for speaking lightly as if she were a disciple of a famous school. It was an act of speech that went against the rules of common sects.

It was just that there was no one who could be treated with universal courtesy, even a person as great as the great teacher of a famous school.

“… … .”

A mature young man and an old man with a mind filled with magic.

Jeongyeonshin’s eye level was higher. Taesa had to look up at him with his bloodstained lips.

The new sword master, Seomye. He still wore a faded gray plain robe, but he had the air of wearing a purple robe.

Grand Master of Myeonggyo, former Hwangbo Gaju, Gaebongju, and one of the three great masters of the imperial family.

It was a place full of only the best.

They felt that the upper body of Jeongyeonshin was more brightly lit than anyone else’s in this place.

Woof!

I also realized that this resonance was the product of insight no less than that of a noble family. It was a method of discerning clearly between the false and the real.

“Don’t be at ease.”

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“You must mourn for me for three years. So I will come back again sometime.”

It meant accepting the deal. In the first place, it was nothing to think about something else for a moment before leaving.

If you were to make a book out of the thoughts that flow from the battles between the best players, even if it’s just one match, it would be dozens of pages long.

[Three years? Three years? You…?!]

The Taesa laughs loudly with a boiling throat.

There was more admiration than laughter.

Demons are beings who usually applaud things that go against the natural order. They took Jeongyeonshin’s insignificant words as a great rebellion.

[I understand.]

The Grand Master’s words and actions became much more gentle.

[I will personally take charge of the blacksmithing and pay the price. I will not order my subordinates around.]

“I will be watching.”

Hwang Bo-gon suddenly intervened.

“If you have the time, please take care of my grandson. He achieved the Three Flowers and the Three Heavenly Kings in the Ice Palace, and now he has become so arrogant that it’s hard to tell where he will die.”

“always.”

Jeong Yeon-shin continued speaking slowly. She was staring at Geomseong, who was lying down with his eyes closed and his face looking extremely relaxed.

“I am always looking around.”

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Jeongyeonshin turned her back on Seokgwanryeong. She was with two people who had naturally become her companions.

A bumpy dirt road.

On the unkempt ground, sharp tree branches jutted out like swords on both sides. It looked like a path made of the weapons of the Yao tribe.

No matter how you look at it, it is not land managed by the government.

Although the Southern Emperor said he would establish a new country, it was not a road that could be called an official road. It was more like a trace left by countless people’s footsteps.

“I have no intention of developing this place.”

Eunggong said as he walked lightly along the road.

His shoulders now looked very free, because Jeongyeonshin had taken over Jukwangshin and carried him on her back.

The reason was that he had completely escaped the strictures that always made him tense.

“Nanje, that evil spirit has been eyeing the Ming Dynasty all his life. He thinks there is no need to bother cultivating the land that will be taken away anyway. Isn’t that really shameless?”

“Aren’t you just so busy that you don’t have time to think?”

Joo Gwang-shin replied blankly from behind Jeong Yeon-shin.

“What good is it if the road is paved well? There are no goods to travel on it. Namje was a man of deep thoughts.”

“You were a man who sold out his country.”

Eunggong, who had said this with a calm face, turned his head to Jeongyeonshin.

“How do you plan to move forward? Since we are a group, we should know.”

Jeongyeonshin quietly responded to his question.

“Are you going to follow me?”

“I stayed in this land to harvest the heads of the Northern King’s men. That’s the only reason I didn’t return. If I had followed the new emperor to Beijing, wouldn’t I be guarding the Forbidden City by now?”

One of the three greatest royal masters.

The three sacred swords of Emperor Geonllung.

They were defeated by the martial arts army led by Tushin, and each scattered in the demon realm, living like martial artists.

Without telling anyone else what the purpose is.

But at least at this moment, Eunggong’s words seemed sincere. Jeongyeonshin looked at him blankly and then raised her head.

Before we knew it, dawn was breaking.

How long had it been since I had seen the stars? The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and it felt strange. At the same time, for the first time, I felt the strength in my body that I could accomplish whatever I planned.

There are three halo rings.

It was truly outrageous.

The god of the upper body who continues to grow on his own. Because of that, his body, which had been maintaining the Three Flowers and Purification with only his innate senses, was soon regaining its original balance.

Dismissal-

Jeong Yeon-shin’s black and white eyes flashed. Black and white lightning occasionally flickered unsteadily in his eyes.

But even his internal energy was not unstable.

His senses never let go of something once he has caught it. The third light wheel that Geomseong had completed was completely under Jeongyeonshin’s control.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“I will go down to the reverse direction.”

Aung-gong’s round eyes widen slightly.

“If it’s a reverse route from here, it’s two thousand li. It’s wide enough for four or five countries to enter. It’s not something that can be done by walking for a day or two to enter the territory of the Gwangpungmak and the Blood King Red Family… It’s a distance of about one hundred and twenty li, so it’ll take a long journey.”

Windbreak. Blood King’s House.

It is the Northern King’s force of the Bantu Shinpa.

Although Jeong Yeon-shin had heard it from Jeon Woo-rip, the Ming Dynasty’s Grand Admiral, they were still unfamiliar names.

If it was natural, then it was natural.

The northernmost part of the Demonic Realm is a land on the outskirts of the Northern Territory. It is a territory where the Northern Kings who rebelled against the God of War and survived, and the absolute rulers of the Anti-God of War faction, were pushed out by the God of War and settled down.

If you travel two thousand li, you will inevitably pass through the territories of the northern kings several times.

Just like when you go south one hundred and twenty li from here, you will pass through a huge valley called Hangyeolgok (Valley of Resentment).

Hanhyeolgok.

A land where the bloodthirsty demons who lost their legitimate successor to the white-haired Blood Flame Cult Leader and the equestrian tribes of the former Yuan Dynasty fight over territory.

The realm of the blood nobility and the old royal family.

“Are you going to bypass Hanhyeolgok? I don’t know what your priority is right now, so I’m asking. Are you planning to get to your destination quickly, to further hone your martial arts skills and take revenge, or do you have another plan?”

“If there is a Northern King who deserves to be saved, I plan to bring him under my command and drag him down quickly. Strictly speaking, it would be all three of them.”

After Jeong Yeon-shin’s words, the surroundings became quiet for a moment.

A silence engulfed them for a long time.

“… … .”

The group quietly traveled for one hundred and twenty miles in a strange silence, and soon reached a valley made of pure white rocks.

None of the three of them counted how many days and nights had passed.

This is because Jeong Yeon-sin was sharpening his mind, Eo Woong-gong was deeply skeptical, and Ju Gwang-singae was upset.

like that.

Before I knew it, it was Hanhyeolgok.