Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 89

Instant Killing Martial Arts

The destruction of the Hyeonsamun clan was a major event. It was talked about every day in Wuchang recently.

This was because the influence of the powerful faction that controlled the region extended to the people’s livelihood. This was especially true for Sapa.

They were the ones who increased the tribute burden of the Saparan people who settled in the city three to four times.

They collected protection money for the sake of maintaining public order. They did not discriminate between coins, silver, daily necessities, or even people.

This was because the government’s power declined sharply as the famine continued.

It meant that for the topic of conversation on Mujang Street to change, it was impossible for it to be caused by an ordinary incident.

“A bloodsucker?”

“Kill my voice. I just said that I wasn’t a bloodthirsty person. In an instant, those Namgung Se-ga’s warriors······.”

“That’s right. There’s a saying that you are a precious blood relative of the social class. If Wuwei is that good, then he is capable of it. Be careful of your neck. You never know when you might become a sacrifice to the blood clan.”

At one corner of the market, four or five people gathered together and chattered in low voices.

“Huh······ The night will be quiet. I guess I’ll just stay home as the sun sets.”

“It’ll have to be like that for a while.”

“Quiet······!”

A middle-aged man whispered with a startled expression on his face, as if he was expressing his surprise under his breath.

From a distance, the surroundings were becoming quiet.

Three people walked down the street.

The appearance of one woman in the middle caught my eye.

With her skin as white as jade and wearing dark blue clothing, she looked like a fairy who had come down to the secular world.

Everyone in this place was a person known to everyone.

Namgung Se-ga, who had been praised by the people around him for his beauty, martial arts, and achievements, was the Changnyeong Hwaju.

“Then they······.”

Someone muttered.

The rumor has spread far and wide.

A good story about Namgung Mi, who lost her bodyguards to the nobles of the Blood Flame Cult and became a loner.

It was a story about Baek Gi-rin, Namgung Hwa-shin, and Seomye Jeong Yeon-shin who welcomed their life-or-death opponent into their party to protect him.

It was said that the Mu Chang Gang Ho people who were present were amazed by the distribution.

Outstanding new talents of Iphwangseong.

It is inevitable that attention will be focused on him. If he does not die by misfortune, he will become one of the best martial artists in the world.

The strange companionship of these men who were fighting for their lives was gradually becoming known.

“You said your nickname was Seomye?”

Namgung Mi suddenly opened her mouth. Her tone was flat, as if she was looking down from above.

Now she seemed to not care about what other people thought. Perhaps it was because she knew that there was nothing she could do.

It wasn’t the tone that was shown externally.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

The boy had already been roughly divided into two. He was not shameless.

It felt awkward to answer indifferently because the other person didn’t know my bare face.

Besides, he was a writer who was going to die soon. I didn’t want to bother talking to him.

“Now all the stars are bothering me?”

Namgung Mi spoke with her lips raised in a sharp manner. Her posture was relaxed as she stepped forward.

The dark blue hem of the comfortable light jacket looked like a coat of arms.

Even though she knew that the word protection was just an external pretext, and that in reality it was closer to being a prisoner of the imperial family, she did so.

“······.”

Jeongyeonshin glanced at her.

It seemed like he was born that way. He grew up like royalty in Namjikrye.

Thanks to his direct lineage to Namgung, he was able to build his own solid world.

Even after going through great hardships, his attitude toward the world remained unchanged.

They don’t know that the demon mask of the pureblooded swordsman is Jeongyeonshin. It was something that even the average Ip Hwangseong warriors would have a hard time remembering.

‘It’s nothing.’

The boy thought. How would he appear in the eyes of Namgung Mi, who was naturally arrogant and proud?

Judging from the temperament he had once experienced, he seemed to have considered it to be a matter of life or death between Ip-Hwang and Nam-Gung.

‘There’s no reason to reveal it. It’s a status that can be useful for other missions as well.’

Jeong Yeon-shin maintained an indifferent expression. She did not treat Namgung Mi as a human being.

Only Namgung Hwasin’s face became noticeably uncomfortable after seeing his half-sister’s words and actions.

“Namgung Mi. Be polite in your words and actions. Jeong So-hyeop is the direct disciple of the Lord of Bonseong. He is of a noble status, no less than you.”

“Our incarnation, your jokes have grown more frequent than your martial arts skills.”

Namgung Mi’s lips curled up.

“Is the disciple of a monster with incredible strength who cannot die noble? It’s not like the word noble is ridiculous.”

“What?”

“How long will the Emperor of Heaven stay above the clouds? The great factions of the Gangho clans are not fools. The Hwangbo Se-ga clan, the Blood Flame Cult, and even our clan. Where will they be next? His actions are absurdly arrogant and excessive. Do you think the Palga clan and the Thirteen Heaven will just sit there and wait?”

“······.”

Namgung Hwasin closed his mouth with a serious expression.

In Jeongyeonshin’s eyes, he looked very soft.

Could it be because he grew up as the leader of the Black Knights and was brainwashed with magical loyalty?

It was frustrating to see her being pushed around by petty arguments even when her mother’s enemy was right in front of her.

Namgung Mi turned her head with a smirk and glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin.

“Little one. You too. You didn’t learn all the martial arts of the True God, did you? There’s no way that the royal family would give me everything. How are you any different from us, the Palga, who are all blood relatives? You pitiful half-breed.”

“The word ‘palga’ sounds strange.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said calmly.

“what?”

“Now it’s Chilga-iljin. No, I think Yukga sounds better. What about you? Aren’t they things that will be easily reduced anyway?”

“You are now······.”

It seemed like an unexpected response. Namgung Mi opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth to smile as if it was nothing, but Jeong Yeon-shin quietly cut her off.

“Keep the meaning of formal non-combat. Even if your Namgung’s character is lowly, the reason we treat him with respect is because our standing in martial arts depends on the opponent. Those who fight for life and death with me have no weight? How vain that is.”

“······.”

“If you don’t understand, feel free to talk. It just means that you are limited to that.”

Jeongyeonshin turned her head again as she finished speaking.

I briefly saw Namgung Mi’s face, which was distorted into a beautiful smile, but I just thought that the story was too long.

He was not worth spending more than ten breaths on.

“Half-baked thing talking about a bowl?”

Namgung Mi’s mouth, which had once responded mockingly, became silent for a while.

Even though she was arrogant and unprincipled, she was the daughter of a prominent martial arts family. It seemed like she had nothing else to say to the person who spoke her language.

since.

The expression on his face when he saw Jeongyeon Shin changed slightly.

Although his haughty attitude as if he was looking down on something below remained unchanged, Jeong Yeon-shin occasionally noticed a look on his face as if he was examining his entire body.

Namgung Mi, the owner of Changnyeonghwa. What kind of feeling did she get?

For a moment, I thought of the demon mask, then gave up on the thought. The nobles of the pureblooded clan and the island of Magwangik were different.

‘That’s right from the tone. I didn’t say it to provoke you.’

I didn’t think it was anything to worry about.

In the meantime, the boy suddenly apologized to Namgung Hwasin.

“The Namgung I was talking about······.”

“No, it’s okay. I feel relieved in my own way.”

Namgung Hwasin smiled cheerfully and waved his hand. Namgung Mi’s snort was ignored by both of them.

Such a strange company was formed.

Namgung’s half-brother and sister, Jeong Yeon-shin, and even Chil Sado with red eyes shining from afar.

The relationship between Dae Namgung Se and Dae Namgung Se was one that would last only until the end of the life-or-death battle.

Namgung Mi and Chil Sado had to die. However, the winds of the windy world were merciless. Not only the two, but all four of them might have fallen.

‘Chilsado, Cheonggirin.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought of two major goals. She hoped that she and Namgung Hwa-shin would complete their missions in good health.

* * *

To reach Namjikrye Huiju, where the Namgung Sega family was located, one had to pass through Hwangju.

That was the route of the post station. It was the only way to leave the land of Hogwangseong and reach Namjikrye.

The group entered a large guest house.

“It would be better to stay here for a while and then start marching straight away. It seems like some troublesome rumors are spreading.”

“I told you to just go down this road and get going. That would be good.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had exchanged words with Namgung Hwa-shin, walked to find an empty seat.

Namgung Mi and Namgung Hwasin followed immediately.

Jeong Yeon-shin and Namgung Mi sat side by side at a table for four people. Namgung Hwa-shin sat across from them.

It was a deliberate arrangement. Jeongyeonshin trusted the eyes of Namgung Hwashin, who had trained in the Sega Anbeop Jeolhak for a long time.

Baekgirin’s eyes were sharp as he carefully observed his sister, who was his blood relative and enemy. If he moved rashly, he looked like he would immediately come out.

However, Namgung Mi did not seem to care. After ordering food for Jeom So-i, she stared blankly at the Diamond Sutra book that Jeong Yeon-shin had taken out.

“Buddhism? Were you a Buddhist?”

As always, Jeongyeonshin did not respond.

From here on, it was close to Hwiju. It meant that it was within the sphere of influence of the Namgung family.

It was clear that the news of the disaster had spread far and wide, which meant that we had to be on guard against variables.

Even this inn was bustling right now.

“It’s booming, it’s booming. Martial arts people from all over the world are gathering here.”

“The great martial arts of the great Namgung. Where else can you see the martial arts of such noble martial artists?”

“Is it true that the Shingeomdanju and Namgunggaju are really fighting each other in force? I can’t believe it. I think I’ll continue to feel this way until I see it for myself.”

“Namgung has to win, you know. If by any chance Iphwangseong does well······.”

“The price of Hwangju here will also fluctuate. If we want to survive, it is best for there to be no change.”

It seemed like it was already a common topic of conversation here.

There was no other reason to shout at the unmanned people of Ip Hwang Seong.

Since it is something they always say, Jeong Yeon-shin and her group can hear all kinds of conversations.

Those who had already seen Jeong Yeon-shin and Namgung Hwa-shin’s martial arts uniforms were silent.

Those who couldn’t do that continued to open their mouths.

“Hasn’t it been a while since Namgung Sogaju showed his sword? You said your opponent was the late Seomyeran? He was said to have made a great contribution during the Blood Flame Cult incident.”

“Isn’t this a duel to determine who will be the future pinnacle of martial arts? I wonder which one will truly emerge as the greatest of the later generations.”

“The Lord of the cows is the Lord of the cows. How can we judge it by the later index?”

Namgung Mi’s lips rose smoothly as she listened to the conversation next to Jeong Yeon-shin.

I turned my head slightly and looked at Jeongyeon Shin, who was laughing breathily and speaking with a faint smile.

“They are not wrong. To your eyes, who only look at the immediate situation, our Namgung is no different from Sapa. However, at least to the common people, he is the only true faction in the world. When there is a flood, we provide relief by distributing food, and when Sapa’s scoundrels act violently, Namgung’s warriors step forward.”

“······.”

“With the level of the latter index, you can’t receive the Emperor’s Sword Form of the direct lineage of the main family. Even my brother has polished his sword form to a level that is hard to guess. Isn’t that enough of a reason for your defeat? In addition, there is nothing that our Namgung can’t do for the people······.”

Namgung Mi said with a faint smile.

“You can close your eyes in peace under our brother’s sword.”

“Doesn’t your mouth hurt? Talking nonsense.”

Her smile deepened at Jeongyeonshin’s indifferent response. The expression on her pale face was strange.

“Or.”

“······?”

“It would be better to surrender first and return to your hometown. I’ll just let you wipe my feet. I’m being sincere.”

Wipe your feet. These were the words Jeong Yeon-shin uttered when she was acting like a noble of the Blood Flame Cult.

‘Should I take a look?’

Or is it just a bunch of meaningless nonsense?

It was at this time that Jeongyeonshin was thinking about what the intention behind her words was.

Wow!

Suddenly, dozens of sharp gusts of wind blew. It was a black wind carrying human figures.

Jeongyeonshin and Namgunghwashin reacted to the momentum that came at them at an astonishing speed. Rather than drawing their swords, they activated their true energy first.

It was because a truly powerful wave of energy came in as if it was going to tear my entire body apart.

But the intruder didn’t target them.

Boom!

Her ebony-like hair was wavy with a transparent sheen.

A hand that extended like a sharp sword, cutting through the air, grabbed Namgung Mi’s cheeks.

Her fingers were as white as hers.

A strange wave spread from the gesture of lifting Namgung Mi into the air. It was an overwhelming sense of inaction.

“you.”

The red lips of the Seven Sado Islands formed a curve.

“What did you say?”