Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 629

Hongcheon (10)

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“Your Highness the Empress Dowager! The sight you are about to show me… is far beyond all expectations, beyond all imagination…!”

“That’s right. The realm of the island surpasses that of Geonreung.”

“That is correct. If we assume the spread of the Shingeomdan as it is now, then we will truly reach the realm of the former emperor… I understand why the Lord of the Ip-Hwang Castle is only concerned with the affairs of Cheon-Ha-Mok. As the famine continues, the Great Gate is held by the Lord of the Castle, and the great country in the north is held by the Lord of the Shingeomdan.”

“Great country, yes… They call Seomye the Emperor of the North. An absolute being who surpasses the King of the North.”

“What kind of traitor dares…?”

“All the common people of the Demon Realm speak thus. He has greatly won the hearts of the people of the land.”

“Ugh.”

“A few northern kings even follow the example of the islanders.”

“You call the sword wielded by the imperial family of an enemy country your emperor? Even though this is a land of ignorant worms who only know how to fight, you shouldn’t do that for your own dignity. It seems that the ruling power of Aesin Gakra Noihapjeok is ultimately not even close to that of the former emperor.”

“Now, Seomye must never return. I will degrade Noihapjeok and the role of the national sword that always blocks the north is appropriate. The position of the new sword master must be returned to Yongheemyeong.”

“However, Your Majesty. It may be presumptuous of me to ask this, but the situation south of the Yangtze River has reached a point of ruin due to the powerful families of the martial arts world, including ‘that guy.’ The Hanrimwon has advised the government that even the military power of the Jangseong should be sent south…”

“The god of the peerless masters still confuses the Wind King’s vision. I can no longer examine the Black Sword.”

“Your Majesty, I beg you to give me some advice….”

“It is also true that we need to look into the situation south of the Yangtze River. That is why I asked you to establish the necessary formation. You should prepare for the return of the leaders of Iphwangseong, including Seomye and Yongheemyeong.”

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The silence of the Black Palace deepened with each passing moment. It had been a long time since the feathers of the Emperor Noban had stopped moving.

“… … .”

The fight between the Northern Qi and Southern Qi.

The victory and defeat were decided naturally, as if a page from a book had been blown away by a strong wind.

In some characters’ positions, Jeongyeonshin is not visible.

This was because his entire body was blocked by the back of the large male emperor. Therefore, only one sight stood out. It was the sword strike of the invisible sword that pierced through the dark back of the male emperor.

Yet, there are strong people who can see the sights outside their field of vision with their own skin.

All those who ignored life and death in the Great Battle of Heukdo were like that. The same was true for the black people of Mungok and Shingumdan who had intervened earlier.

A male monk with his back bent crookedly.

Jeong Yeon-shin, with a dark blue sword stuck diagonally into his forehead.

While much remains silent.

The first to react to the declaration of war by Northern Qi’s Jeong Yeon-sin was Jin Ming-jo.

“… It’s the end.”

Blood drips from the tips of his long white hair.

Even the lower part of his left shoulder was as empty as a fruit tree in a bad year, but even with such a one-armed appearance, he maintained his composure. His momentum was not flowing.

“Moon-gok, give up.”

Separately, a bright red light flowed out of his eyes like smoke. It was hard to tell whether he had the strength or not.

From the moment the four black men invaded the palace of the Emperor of the Demon Clan until now.

Jin Myeong-jo had never spoken to Jeong Yeon-shin before. It was also the first time he had seen her since he learned of her junior and superior’s lifespan.

It was the same with the Myeolseomdaeju Shinhwang, the Gwanggeomdaeju Hakso Seon, and the Yeouicheonju Bukgung Ahdo.

It was only because they could not let Moon-gok and Beop-wang go free that they fought fiercely. The hair of each of them was soaked with blood and sweat, revealing the hardships they had endured.

“Oh, you guys didn’t know.”

The giant Moon-gok spoke with a calm smile on his face covered in blood.

“The male emperor whom I have made my lord has not yet released the life-saving medicine. There was a reason for him to do so, even at the very moment before he lost his life.”

Although he finished his words calmly, the strong men who were extremely sensitive to emotions felt it completely. For the first time, a slight tremble formed at the sound of the voice of the best in the world.

A monster who puts the cause before his own life.

“Just as you trust the Northern Qi, I trust and follow everything about the Southern Qi. They have shown me the right qualities over the years.”

That was when.

Suddenly a faint scent flowed.

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It was the smell of alcohol with a hint of blood. It was as if the alcohol in the vat had been mixed with rotten fruit flesh.

It seemed to be leaking out little by little from a corner of the basement of the Heukdo Palace, and it seemed like there was a secret room there where the Emperor’s belongings were hidden.

It had been cut off from the surface until now, but it seemed that a gap had opened up due to the aftermath of the fierce battle.

Jeongyeonshin thought.

‘There may be a secret weapon from Jongnam Prosecutor’s Office.’

I recall the conversation I had with the man in front of me. It was a story that started with the words that the drunken Cheonhajeilkwai’s nerves were faster. The man’s words were impressive.

―I already want to work with you on a masterpiece. But I don’t plan on doing it ever. If we don’t open up our country, we will go down the path of destruction. There are too many lives on my shoulders to find another way.

-Then we should compare martial arts.

Since ancient times, the great works of rulers have meant harmony.

Drinking together face to face was a process of sharing each other’s positions equally while intoxicated. At the same time, it was also a symbol of a great promise.

It’s harder than any victory.

If it were something between the Ma-gyeong and the Ming Dynasty, it would be a masterpiece that would move the times, but there is no actual history that has ever been realized.

Even the strongest people in the world of martial arts are far from such a great power. The treatment of the Iphwangseong warriors is no different. They are usually relegated to the ranks of the Ming Dynasty politicians.

The Ming imperial family thinks.

Big decisions are also the province of those in power, and imperial power is merely a tool for stabilizing the people’s livelihood.

The reason why some Beijing nobles look down on Jianghu as a world of inferior status. And the reason why the imperial army has always been the main force in the dangerous northern border.

It was because the roles were different.

The power of the Shingeomdan is such that it can overturn the Demon Realm but cannot conquer it. I do not expect any mediation between the Demon Realm and the Ming Dynasty.

It was just a matter of buying time for the skilled hitters.

Jeong Yeon-shin was also aware of it.

But he never entrusted his thoughts to the country. He always used his own judgment.

Just like right now.

Saaaaa―

Black fog scatters like grains of sand from the face of the standing man.

It is revealed gradually.

Guan Yun Chang, the Marquis of Zhangmu, had a fierce and dignified appearance, as if he had been born into the Yao tribe.

It felt like the dark shade of the cypress trees was covering her eyes like a crown. Her pale breath was seeping out from under her ashen skin.

He said.

“There was no Northern Emperor in your sword. It was just full of others.”

Even those who didn’t seem human had faces. At this moment, even the way they opened their mouths gave the impression of being unrealistic.

“Is this empty person plotting against me?”

Namje asks Jeongyeonshin. His voice is deep and smooth, with a hint of disappointment.

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“I am this starry night.”

Instead of the old palace, a space surrounded by the black fog of the Southern Emperor.

While the dark blue energy of Jeongyeonshin filled the room, the lights of the Balkyungryuk were looking down. At first glance, it seemed narrow, but the surrounding area was clearly bathed in a whitish white light.

Each of them beautifully revealed a life that Jeongyeonshin could not experience firsthand.

“… You’re crazy.”

The moment Namje finished speaking, Jeongyeonshin’s vision suddenly became distorted and she felt as if her consciousness was being sucked into something.

Wow!

The next moment he was standing on completely different ground.

A horizon where blue cypress trees sway their leaves in rows like clouds. Inside, a land where golden sunlight breaks over all kinds of ears of grain.

Jeongyeonshin immediately sensed it.

‘It’s the image of a man. The flow of time is different.’

If you push this land out of your body with your spirit and energy, it will become Gongwolmu. It was literally a mental space.

There is abundance on all sides.

If you were to unfold your wings amidst such a long, golden mass of reeds, the waves of your career would die down before they reach the horizon, sending shards of the ears of wheat flying in a line into the sky.

At that moment, the voice of the male monk flowed out, booming.

[This is a southern landscape I once saw. I don’t know the name of the place. It was a field I saw while being chased by the Ming imperial army.]

“I have never seen fields like these.”

[A long time has passed. In order to restore this scenery, we must suppress the Ming imperial family and cut down the heavenly tree they are guarding.]

Jeong Yeon-shin also heard the rumor that ‘the tree with legs sucks up all the energy of the earth’. Wasn’t the reason the Jeong family was destroyed in the first place to harm the energy of the earth of Cheonhamok?

Jeongyeonshin turned her head to the distant horizon and asked.

“What will be the aftermath of cutting down the Heavenly Tree? Will you be able to stop the monsters that will pour out of the gate? The Heavenly Tree will probably be able to stop hundreds of dragons.”

[Did you know that?]

“It’s the new sword.”

[The function of the Heavenly Tree that suppresses the gate comes from its roots. If you pile up a tower of corpses on top of the base, the fighting god will take the place of the Ip Hwang Seong Ju. In the process, the only ones who will be harmed are the Heavenly Tree’s clan.]

“Famous family?”

[Their lifeline and qualities come from the Heavenly Tree. Their ears are as long as blades because they share the spirit with the Heavenly Tree. Therefore, if the tree with legs loses its trunk, those noble people will be no different from the Han people.]

Information that could have been easily accessible because of the emperor’s position was leaked.

At this moment, Jeong Yeon-shin’s consciousness was like being invited to the upper hall of the Southern Emperor, and because of that, he was able to discern between truth and falsehood more keenly than ever. Just like Jang Moon-in of the Cheongseongpa, who was never fooled by false beginnings.

‘There is no lie.’

The story goes that the towers of corpses piled up all over the Demon Realm were supplying energy to Cheonhamok, and that the role of ‘gatekeeper’ was to be taken by Tushin.

How long has this plan been in place?

[The Noble Clan. Those who fled from their homeland.]

The shadowy smile of the man fills the mental space.

[Those involved in the establishment of the Ming Dynasty went along with the Ming’s fraud in order to push out the Yuan Dynasty. They bought historical books like the Great Ming Gangmu (大明綱目) that were full of lies, and they wielded the great power of the Iphwangseong as they pleased, under the banner of stabilizing the people’s livelihood. They were as disgusting as my own people who eat people.]

“That’s for me to decide. Just tell me what you want to say.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said calmly.

He was taller than the rice stalks nearby, and at this moment he seemed to tower over many things.

The eyes, with their characteristic glare of the Shicheon method, were staring not at the rice paddies but at the horizon.

Maybe that’s why.

The voice of the Southern Emperor descending from the sky was cut off for a moment. The mockery that always followed the Emperor of Heaven no longer flowed out.

‘Is judgment possible for the sword of a nation?’

A single blade cannot do that. But it is possible for the swordsman who wields it. Didn’t the high sword and the swordsman choose their own end?

For a moment, a slight surprise appeared in Namje’s voice.

[Has Kang Ho-in surpassed Eun-won?]

“no.”

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“You can’t forget the people who gave you orders. You just have to see both the small and the big.”

[whacker?]

“Eliminate famine.”

The one who spoke those words was the best sword in the world, holding possibilities as vast as the night sky.

In Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind, the events of her past life as a martial artist flowed like rays of light. There were all sorts of incidents.

Many of them stemmed from fundamental desires, such as accumulating wealth, and behind many of these events was the world becoming more chaotic as famines continued.

Uprising of the nobles.

Weakening of the Ming imperial power.

A local government office where integrity is disappearing.

Ma Kyung, who wanted to establish a new country because he couldn’t stop eating people.

The deaths of countless knights that Jeong Yeon-shin experienced throughout this entire process.

I can’t help but think about it. What would the Ming Dynasty look like now? It’s been a long time since I left.

[Are you going to ring the door?]

“I guess I can try.”

[It is not possible for humans. Even if Jongnam Geomseon were to cut down one and make him noble, it would be only a small part compared to the many gates scattered throughout the world. If you can’t even do something with your lifespan, how can you plan something greater than that?]

“Is the will the end?”

For a moment, the sky turned pitch black. It was as if the Southern Emperor had flashed his eyes.

[If you are going to kill not only the famine but also my people, I will not be able to get out of here.]

Jeongyeonshin asked him as if testing him.

“If the people are safe, then what happens to your safety?”

[I am the one asking.]

The gentle voice of the male monk echoed through the sky.

[Are you a swordsman who serves the Ming Dynasty, or a knight who knows no bounds in all lands under the heavens?]

“There is no need to divide the two. Innocent civilians will not be harmed.”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s answer ended there.

Suddenly, the space that had broken into the shape of a sword in his hand was filled with dark blue flames, and at the same time, Namje’s mental space was dyed into the night sky and in an instant, it became reality.

Phew!

A cold wind caresses my cheek.

The starry night was still engraved on Namje’s mind, and it seemed like not much time had passed. Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“I am a Shin Ya-hyeon person who follows the path.”

Before he knew it, the two were sucked into Jeongyeonshin’s grasp by the Mancheonhwawoo suction from the cracks underground.

One was a half-broken Jongnam Swordsman’s secret weapon, and the other was a gourd containing rotten liquor.

Sarak-

A book that digs into the arms of Jeongyeonshin on its own.

At this moment, the only thing he had in his grasp was a bottle of alcohol.

Until then, the upper class of Jeongyeonshin and Namje had been deeply intertwined with spirituality. They had also been fighting in martial arts for a very long time.

That is, even though they were enemies, they were in a state where they could feel each other’s sincerity more clearly than any close friend.

The man said, letting out a faint exhale.

“I said I would never do business with you. I cannot risk my life on your promise not to harm innocent civilians.”

“There is no need for a masterpiece.”

Outside, a huge military atmosphere was felt.

A force of martial arts numbering in the tens of thousands. No match for any peerless master.

At the same time, those brought by Jeongyeonshin were also attacking Heukdo.

The Blood King’s Family and the Blood King’s Daughter, the Gwangpungmak and the Gwangpungmakju, Gwangchang Eungonggong who had recovered from his internal injuries to some extent, and even the World’s Best Quick Jugwangsingae who had started to destroy the outskirts of the martial arts army with an unprecedentedly fast sprint.

If things continue like this, it’s a double-crossing plan. We’ll all die.

One side had to step aside and never clash again.

Finally, Namje, who was obsessed with the starry night, was at a crossroads of choice.

If you use the power of recovery with the highest level of sorcery and martial arts, you may be able to plan for the next time no matter how many of your subordinates are sacrificed, and if you use the life-saving elixir to eliminate all the power of the mind in the field, you will die here but no more conflicts will occur.

At that time, Jeong Yeon-shin slowly tilted the bottle with the hand that was not holding the starry night. It seemed as if she had no intention of having a great fight with Nam-je in the first place.

“… … .”

After a loud rumbling sound echoed from the ground that had collapsed into pieces.

“This land has drunk.”

Jeong Yeon-shin concluded her speech bluntly. At the same time, she asked while being hit with the starlight pouring down whitely, that of Geomseong Hyeon So-baek with her whole body.

“What are you? Are you a ruler who lives well alone, or an emperor who rises up because he cares about his people?”

moment.

For the first time in his life, the corners of his mouth are torn in a long, curved line.

The ends of the black fog that had been gradually dispersing fluttered like the corners of his mouth, and the laughter of the Southern Emperor spread like an echo, soon forming a single thought.

[Nammyeonneungje (Emperor of the South)]

An emperor who sees everything as possible when looking south.

-I stake the world on your qualities.

Phew!

After seeing all the energy that had been scattered throughout the vast field dissipate like a dream, Jeong Yeon-shin’s consciousness slowly became clouded. He was finally experiencing the backlash from the Gongwolmu that had been repeated over time.

At that moment, Jeongyeonshin stood there blankly.

He was wearing a protective gear around his neck, with a greater sense of pressure than the man who had suddenly lost his breath.