Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 634

◈ Troubled Times (4)

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The transparent sunlight hit the snowfield and rose up in all directions. The scenery was even more prominent because of the thick air waves. The entire area was white.

Some of the soft light naturally rose to the silver mask of the invincible Socheon, and the surface of the mask that revealed the eyes and lower face was slightly distorted. It seemed to be her face, or perhaps her heart.

The image reflected in Jeongyeonshin’s pitch-black eyes was the same. Perhaps it was because he had been talking with Namje in the golden rice fields with the night sky spread out in his mind.

Now, to Jeong Yeon-shin, the mad, invincible nature of Socheon seemed like a torture to her life.

But she was still the same.

[It’s nice to see you all together. Are you a family in the true sense of the word?]

He starts off by joking, as if he had once called Chil-sado Jeong Yeon-shin’s wife. However, because his voice resonated like an echo, it only came across as a thrill.

In this way, the practitioner of the art of sorcery speaking while causing vibrations in the air was no different from a swordsman drawing his sword.

The Blood King reacted immediately.

“The King of the West Heaven of the Black Sword?”

He is a demon and a demonic spirit of the Bantu Shinpa. Naturally, he would be sensitive to those who have joined hands with Namje.

Even at this moment, the only true and perfect master is the Blood King.

If a peerless, invincible combat genius were to attack and retreat like a scout, even if this were the middle of the Shingeomdan’s base, he would inevitably suffer huge losses.

Inevitably, there would be casualties.

The voice of the Blood King of the Imperial Household immediately pierced Jeong Yeon-shin’s ears like a ray of light.

―The only times when the military force is absolutely meaningful are when occupying territory and when there is a direct confrontation. However, the leader of that Demonic Cult has absolutely nothing to protect, so today’s luck can be said to be very bad.

It is true that this is an opponent that you have to keep in mind. The reason is that the peerless masters who have made life-saving decisions all their lives are all natural disasters, big or small.

But Jeongyeonshin’s words were as calm as the mist in the snowy field.

“He is a man without a sword.”

At the same time, the corners of Socheonmujeok’s mouth went up crookedly.

[Come to think of it, I wonder if a life-saving magic spell woven from other people’s lives can be called a Gongwolmoo. Do you think I don’t have a method that can match my younger brother’s magic spell?]

At that moment, Socheonmujeok was looking down at Jeongyeonshin like an absolute being in the empty space filled with white light, but Jeongyeonshin met her eyes with an indifferent face. As if looking down on the starving common people during a famine.

“State your business.”

Lately, I’ve felt that famine doesn’t just affect the land. People’s hearts can be torn apart like the fields.

―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.

Apart from the promise made with the Taesa of Myeonggyo, Socheonmujeok looks pitiful. A peerless master without Gongwolmu. Just like Namgung Gaju once did, it must be said that he had no confidence in his life.

The perspective has changed.

Relationships are bound to change little by little.

For a moment, her head tilted slightly. For some reason, her tone of voice also became a little dry.

[Your gaze is a little irritating. I’ve never seen it like this when I saw you.]

“If you want to talk to me at length as if you were humble, then come with something similar to Gongwolmu.”

Just before questioning Baek Mi-ryeo about her whereabouts, he gave her sincere advice. It was because he wanted So Cheon-mu-jeok to deeply accept other people’s lives.

Although he felt strange stares from those around the Blood King’s barracks, Jeong Yeon-shin only slightly clenched her fists.

Hurrah!

With the Taoist Three Powers as the connection, the magical power and magical energy begin to collide in a colorless light.

It was a sign of a starry night.

‘The amount of time that can be sustained without any problems is….’

One breath and half.

However, the breath of a peerless master lasts as long as an eternity.

If you keep in mind the combined attacks of Chil Sado, who has suddenly appeared next to Jeong Yeon-shin like a ghost, the one-armed Jin Myeong-jo blocking his view, and the Iphwang Jeokgaju behind Chil Sado, it will be even more relaxed.

You will also know that Socheonmujeok is here.

Is that why?

She glanced at Jeongyeonshin’s hand with her eyes that were filled with black magic energy. At the same time, she spoke without even attempting any special hand gestures this time.

[I came to tell you the location of Cheonmachong.]

A certain place in the central plains where Baekmirye was said to have been sent earlier. It is now known to be the tomb of the first Cheonma, not an unknown Cheonma.

While some of the Blood King’s Family’s masters were holding their breaths, Jeong Yeon-shin calmly opened her mouth.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

[I just realized that our eye level is almost the same. Time flies. If luck permits, I would like to sit down at the main table and listen to your story.]

“If you want to be humble with me….”

[There is a saying that if the best of the best masters of the past and present meet in one place, all the mysteries of the martial arts world will become ordinary. It is a proverb that was naturally created in the martial arts world where the first patriarch of our school, Dharma, and Jang Sam-bong experienced ‘Moon’. Since it is something that has never happened in the history of martial arts, it can naturally be considered an absurd imagination.]

Before he knew it, all the Shingeomdan warriors had come out of their positions and surrounded Jeongyeonshin, but Socheonmujeok paid no attention to their waterfall-like energy. He simply slowly moved his lips.

[It is not a vain imagination now.]

“… … .”

[There’s you and me. I just need one more.]

The words had a strange resonance.

Just by being spat out into the world, the snowfields feel as dry as the dry sands of the Great Barrier Reef.

Could it be the upper-level premonition? For some reason, Jeong Yeon-shin was reminded of the image of the old Shingeomdanju, the senior master Shin Byeok, wearing the Wonyeongshin of Shincheonhwa.

But Socheonmujeok never said what other ‘one’ he was thinking of.

[Well, that’s why I even resorted to lies to persuade Baek Mi-ryeo.]

It consumes lies. It treats even the relationships between people as a kind of magic trick. However, Jeong Yeon-shin only asked to confirm the most important thing.

“How is Senior Baek doing?”

[Don’t worry. All of your limbs and veins are intact, and you have even achieved the Three Flower and Three Purifications. Baek Mi-ryeo now knows that you are alive and is following my will.]

The words and actions of Socheonmujeok still shake people’s hearts. Socheon (laughing heaven). An invincible person who even mocks the heavens. However, Jeongyeonshin was always looking down on her.

“Then that’s fine. Senior Baek decided that it was right.”

[what?]

“Unlike you, I am a strong person. Tell me the location of the Heavenly Horse Tomb. It would be good if you could tell me your ultimate goal.”

[… … .]

Was it a greater emotion than the words, “There is no Gongwolmu?” Socheonmujeok stared blankly at Jeongyeonshin for a while, wondering what was going on before he spoke.

[… First of all, it is the old Chang’an land.]

“Xian, Shaanxi Province?”

[Yes, it is hidden in a mountainside that even Hwasan and Jongnam have not been able to find. It seems that Jongnam’s elder, Yeo Il-shin, has recently smelled it… but it is impossible.]

At the same time, Socheonmujeok kicked the clouds away and soared into the air.

[Even if what I am saying is false, compared to the Demon Realm, it is just a stone’s throw from Yangyang, so it would be easy for the Heavenly Sword Master to make a move. Ah, should I call it the Northern Qi now? Personally, I can see the Ming imperial family’s feelings.]

Her lips were vaguely drawing a curve as if the great flow of time was having fun. At the same time, she slowly began to become transparent in the sky. Of course, it was a heteromorphic void.

[See you in Xi’an. If you have any questions right now and want to grab me, grab me. It was quite fun to think about the Dragon Claw Hand and other martial arts methods of destruction. I wonder if it will work on you in real combat now… Hmm?]

In her eyes, which had become as hazy as fog, Jeong Yeon-shin, who was standing there blankly, was reflected.

He did nothing like a pile of snow that had settled on a snowy field. He just looked up at Socheonmujeok calmly.

Jeongyeonshin opens her mouth slowly.

“You don’t have much time left, so don’t spend the rest of your life in hate. That’s meaningless and sad.”

The tone was calm. Even a faint sense of sympathy was in the air like a breeze.

[you…!]

Socheonmujeok seemed very surprised as he disappeared from his spot on his own. This was because Jeongyeonshin really did not hold on until the end.

Inside the gorgeous silver half-mask.

It slowly shines in the realm of the sublime.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyelashes raised, and her pure white nose wrinkled sharply as if she was embarrassed or ashamed. It was an expression she had never seen before. At that moment, everything about her seemed quite funny to Jeong Yeon-shin.

Wow!

The scene that seemed to be the last of Jeongyeonshin sending Socheonmujeok away ended like a lie, with the leader of the famous cult, Hyeonhyeon.

What was left were the Shingeomdan and the Iphwangjeokga.

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There was no Shingeomdan warrior who did not burn all his energy in the Black Sword Grand Tournament. Except for Iphwangjeokga who joined late, all the masters needed time.

In order to deal with the internal and external wounds that each country has suffered.

“… … .”

That’s why, as soon as the Socheonmujeok disappeared, the five hundred or so Bonseong warriors sat cross-legged and even closed their eyes.

The waves of the magic energy of the famous sect in the world were like a calamity. If he had been healthy to begin with, it would have been different, but it naturally widened the internal and external wounds that were already large and small.

There was a brief lull.

The pure white sun in the snowy field quickly set behind the clouds for about half a day.

Two old men appeared in the valley overlooking the Shingeomdan camp. They were having a peaceful conversation.

“By the way, you did a good job of kicking him out. If you had clashed with that famous cult leader right after the Black Sword Competition…? It would be dizzying, truly dizzying.”

“It’s only natural. How can a devil with nothing but his own body stand against the ‘Northern Emperor of the World’?”

“All you have is a rejuvenated body… .”

“Stop sprawling on the floor uselessly and try to pull out Jin-gi’s leg again. I don’t have much time left, but your bear-rolling skills have really become excellent. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do something without getting bored, even though everything else is trivial.”

“This old man with green hair still can’t get his monk’s clothes…?”

“I know your meridians are very rusty. Of course, that’s only natural since you don’t have a grandson to help you recover. I’ll take that into consideration, so let’s just run a little further.”

“stop!”

That was when.

Ma Yeon-jeok’s eyes, looking down at the Ju Gwang Shingae, suddenly narrow.

Then he turned his head towards the Shingeomdan camp, and suddenly Yong Hee-myeong’s figure was reflected in his eyes. The faded sleeves of his scholar’s uniform were fluttering stylishly as he came down in front of Jeong Yeon-shin.

“Why that guy all of a sudden?”

“Didn’t you feel it?”

Joo Gwang-shin, who had been lying on the snow like a beggar on the street, continued speaking with a slightly stiff face.

“You ran around as if you weren’t fatally wounded, it seems that even the world’s greatest villains are far from perfect. Well, it would be expected, after all, since you tore apart a monster like Bukdo without a trace.”

“What?”

“A great wave of energy is approaching. The name of the Northern Emperor may be impressive in the eyes of my maternal grandfather, but the character ‘Emperor’ that has been given to Seonye can no longer be considered a nickname for a martial artist. The real power and symbolism are different. Even if you stay still, you will inevitably bring about a storm…”

Joo Gwang-shin’s words were not finished.

―Thank you for your hard work, Shin Geum Danju ‘Dae-ri’.

A voice that seemed to be deeply piercing, like a pillar flying in from beyond the horizon of a white sea of clouds.

―I feel ashamed that I couldn’t help you at all. It’s a really bad situation, especially now that I’m finally able to move. My reputation will be ruined because of what happened today.

The voice rippled as if it was riding on a cloud stem. It was different from any other transmission or six-harmony sound. It was fundamentally a qigong (氣功) that was in harmony with the wind. It was the temperament of a noble race.

“Yangcheon.”

The wrinkles in Ma Yeon-jeok’s eyes are the same as before the Banrohwandong. Yang Cheon-gong (敭泉公). One of the three great masters of the Ming imperial family. In private, he was the disciple of Emperor Qianling, and was the name given to the most free-spirited Zhou family in the world.

―Anyway, please understand. This is our position as a clan, and we also laid down our lives.

It rings afterward.

[Transmitting the imperial edict.]

The voice was the same, but the temperament was different. The spirit of the god of the upper chamber crossed the sea of pure white clouds without hesitation. A force that rippled like an invisible tidal wave. It was the omen of the Gongwolmu.

It’s like talking while aiming a cannon at the Shingumdan base.

[This is the imperial edict that will determine the fate of the Ming Dynasty for hundreds of years. The first of these. From this moment on, no one must move.]

Even as the story was being told, Yangcheon-gong’s voice was growing louder. This meant that he was rapidly approaching.

Whether it was the Lingkongheodo (凌空虛道) or the wind power unique to the Ming tribe, it was moving across the sky at a brisk pace.

It was at that time that Yong Huimyeong suddenly thrust an ashen divine sword into the middle of the Shingeomdan’s camp.

Kwak!

It was right in front of Jeong Yeon-shin.

“A promise is a promise. The island has also woken up.”

The energy in his voice flows down the snowy field like transparent taffy.

It felt like the energy of a dragon had encountered Yu-hee-gak. The six-way battle of Yong-hee-myeong, which seemed to be teasing the royal message, followed.

[The succession of the Ipsin Sword begins.]

The reaction occurred in the valley below the cliff. In an instant, a magician landed next to him.

thud!

The sunlight shines transparently on the white snow fragments that rise up. A scene of three purple figures surrounding the Ipsin Sword.

Yong Huimyeong glanced at Jeong Yeonshin’s calm face and smiled faintly. Then he slowly opened his mouth.

[Notaries, please stand up.]

Sarak.

It was the sound of the masters of the Shingumdan breaking their cross-legged stance.