Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time
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Many people gathered at the commotion. Those who were following Jeong Yeon-shin and Wei Ji Myo-hwa had all learned lightness techniques.

They belatedly noticed the movements of the two masters.

Jeong Yeon-shin paid no attention to them. He focused all his attention on saving Hyeon Won-chang. He was completely focused.

It was the first time that his upper dantian, which was burning like mad, felt so welcome.

Only when he reached the hall did he have a moment to catch his breath.

"I've heard that he is blue rank, but..."

Wei Ji Myo-hwa opened her lips. She had been surprised by Jeong Yeon-shin's altered energy waves from the Demon-Destroying Azure Unyielding Palm.

He continuously displayed martial arts and precision that weren't there when he faced the Tyrant Sword Sect at Mount Zhongnan.

Not even half a year had passed. In their eyes, even the phrase "see with new eyes" seemed insufficient.

There should be a limit to how much one's skill could increase while unseen.

"So you weren't a white warrior wearing blue robes after all. The young hero has now fully become a blue-ranked warrior?"

"Yes."

Jeong Yeon-shin replied while taking a big step forward.

Wei Ji Myo-hwa sighed inwardly. Thanks to the Zhongnan Sword Immortal, she knew about Jeong Yeon-shin's short life.

Like a flame.

It was an unheard of speed of performance. Even if the end of life was set early, it was like that. He walked alone in another time.

She had heard of an up-and-coming talent in faraway Xinjiang who had brought the masters of the Demon Path to their knees.

But he didn't even use evil techniques like the rumored one.

She decided to stop being surprised. She had gained the title of Sword Dragon by realizing the vastness of the world early on.

She had even overcome the heart demon that Jeong Yeon-shin had given her. She had no jealousy or mistrust that anyone could have.

Wei Ji Myo-hwa looked at Jeong Yeon-shin with transparent eyes.

"I'm just now hearing this happy news."

Her face was beautiful with a small smile. She continued to speak while walking next to Jeong Yeon-shin.

"It's unfortunate that time and fortune are not good, so the celebration has to be cut short. Let's have a drink with Young Hero Hyeon."

"Thank you."

Jeong Yeon-shin calmly thanked them. These were words of encouragement. Hyeon Won-chang must be alive.

They immediately stood in front of the hall.

Jeong Yeon-shin clenched his fist and activated the chant of the Eternal Blossom Fist. Many presences could be felt inside.

Maybe innocent people were still alive. Although everything seemed great, he only had to destroy up to the gate.

No.

He furrowed his brow. The energy waves that touched his skin were strange.

It felt like a cold tension holding his breath. Even the smell of blood seemed to flow out.

Different from before. Wei Ji Myo-hwa beside him also seemed to sense the dissonance.

When her lips curled slightly, Jeong Yeon-shin felt his upper dantian premonition dispersing into nowhere.

THUD!

There was no time to hesitate. He stomped with true step first.

The energy wave of the Eternal Blossom Fist's Advancing Thunder rose explosively from his toes.

The moment the instantly accumulated energy gathered in his fist, he stretched out his arm.

BOOM!

A strong wind swept up by the energy wave burst out. The feeling of wood briefly touching the surface of his fist was instantly pushed away.

Through the shattered fragments, Jeong Yeon-shin and Wei Ji Myo-hwa's eyes widened as they quickly rushed in.

"What!"

"What now?"

There were two groups of people who were startled.

They seemed to be divided into factions that were checking each other out. The blood demons with bright red hair were closer to Jeong Yeon-shin.

Those who seemed to be trapped were holding their breath on the other side.

For some reason, they were in a standoff with the Blood Flame Sect, and the bodies were freely released.

Hyeon Won-chang was at the front.

His skin had become rough and his expression unfamiliar. His handsome face was distorted like an evil spirit.

At his feet was a corpse with blood-red hair slightly mixed with black hair.

It was a Blood Swordmaster. He must have been the leader of this branch of the Blood Flame Sect.

Hyeon Won-chang was holding what appeared to be a dagger stolen from their hands.

His energy stance with the reverse grip looked quite familiar. The blade was heavily stained with blood.

He seemed to have slaughtered the swordsman at his feet.

He went too far.

Jeong Yeon-shin could tell immediately.

The Blood Flame Sect members were evil sect members who stole true qi. They wouldn't have broken his Dantian.

Thanks to this, Hyeon Won-chang must have been able to forcefully unseal the pressure points and counterattack.

But it wasn't easy.

To instantly rip apart someone else's true qi occupying the meridians of the body? Anyone with knowledge of internal cultivation would say that this was insane.

He must have suffered a tremendous internal injury. It might be irreversible.

Enough that even after killing the Blood Swordmaster, he couldn't do anything against several members of the Blood Flame Sect.

It must have been a mutually threatening situation.

One could tell how long they had been in a standoff. The commoners huddled behind Hyeon Won-chang kept gathering and spreading their legs.

"There's a great hero there too."

Someone said. The martial artists who had followed Jeong Yeon-shin and Wei Ji Myo-hwa poked their heads in.

There were dozens of them. The members of the Blood Flame Sect were frozen, unable to even open their mouths.

"Hmm?"

How absorbed was he in the standoff? Even though Jeong Yeon-shin had destroyed the gate, Hyeon Won-chang only seemed to come to his senses now.

His eyes met Jeong Yeon-shin's.

"Uh...?"

His expression, which had been staring at the Blood Flame Sect members like evil spirits, suddenly changed. His face became blank as if he was stunned.

"Wh-why did you come so quickly?"

Those were Hyeon Won-chang's first words.

* * *

The Blood Flame Sect's branches in Xuzhou were completely wiped out.

At dawn, the words "Great Hero of the Desolate Sect" leaked out.

It was an honorary title praising Hyeon Won-chang.

Dozens of martial artists from Xuzhou had seen him protect the commoners with his battered body.

It was different from Jeong Yeon-shin's powerful martial arts.

Although many also called the Desolate Sect's Lightning Flash a great hero, Hyeon Won-chang was only respected for his chivalry, not for his martial arts.

"They say that eliminating the Blood Flame Sect is a great achievement of the Desolate Sect? Since the imperial court declared them an evil cult."

Wei Ji Myo-hwa said. She was sitting in an inn with Jeong Yeon-shin.

She smiled slightly.

"With many witnesses to Young Hero's merits, this incident will also be fully recorded. I can testify as well."

"Thank you."

Jeong Yeon-shin replied briefly. It was because his heart wasn't well.

Hyeon Won-chang's internal injury was serious. He had fainted right after he managed to smile slightly when he saw Jeong Yeon-shin last night.

Jeong Yeon-shin couldn't help but groan as he checked his pulse and examined his insides.

His entire body's meridians were severely damaged.

He might not be able to learn martial arts.

Wei Ji Myo-hwa carefully watched his expression and opened her lips.

"Young Hero Jeong seems to have circumstances that require great attention to sect merit, is that right?"

"Yes."

Jeong Yeon-shin replied slowly. That much he could tell her.

Although they had not been friends for a long time, he had felt the deep character of the Sword Dragon.

Many in the main family, including Radiant Demon Wing, already knew about it.

Even though he hid his constitution, he couldn't completely hide his obsession with merit.

"While earning merit for the Desolate Sect, you might be able to restore Young Hero Hyeon's body as well."

Wei Ji Myo-hwa said. At the same time, Jeong Yeon-shin's upper body leaned towards her.

Wei Ji Myo-hwa didn't avoid it and opened her mouth.

"Our sect fought a long war with the Tyrant Sword Sect. Not a few disciples suffered internal injuries like Young Hero Hyeon. After a month, he won't be able to use martial arts, but things would be different if there was even a mid-level spirit medicine."

"Spirit medicine..."

"With the collapsed Dragon-Phoenix Gathering as a starting point, the Namgung family and the Blood Flame Sect are engaged in a great battle. To the extent that it could be called a war. And the Namgung Family is the closest major sect to Xuzhou. In the same South Zhili."

Wei Ji Myo-hwa's eyes sparkled with wisdom. The Sword Dragon's martial world experience unfolded.

Her breath, which reached Jeong Yeon-shin's nose, carried hope.

"Bestowing Grace. Among all the Eight Great Families, the Namgung Family is uniquely known as an upright martial arts family. They will surely repay the favor. There's just one problem."

She said.

"Whether the young hero has martial arts of that caliber."

"......"

Show chivalry through martial arts and receive chivalry in return. Wei Ji Myo-hwa spoke of the essence of the Murim.

Fighting with the Namgung family? The Blood Flame Sect must have tremendous power as well.

Destroying them was Jeong Yeon-shin's personal merit. Now another one was added.

To accumulate military achievements worthy of the Namgung family's favor in order to receive a spirit pill? It was extremely difficult. But there was no other way.

Radiant Demon Wing's next destination was set. From Xuzhou to Huizhou.

"Getting a spirit pill from another sect... Ordinary merits won't be enough."

Jeong Yeon-shin said softly.

A martial art immediately came to his mind. The sword song.

He had lost three days of his life in the Hwangbo branch.

He had decided to seal it until his internal energy cultivation had reached beyond black level masters.

Since exceptions might gradually become uncontrollable if repeated, it was a very firm decision.

This will be the last time.

Jeong Yeon-shin decided inwardly. He made the decision because he could gain merit for both Hyeon Won-chang's martial arts recovery and the elimination of the Blood Flame Sect.

It would be the last casting of the Sword Song before reaching the Squad Leader Realm.

The main force that would attack the Hwangbo family would still be in Shandong Province.

The territories of the Eight Great Families were vast. It couldn't be called extermination if they only dealt with one main family and several branches.

I should only tell the blue-ranked elders who came to South Zhili. I can leave a message at the government office.

Seeing Hyeon Won-chang's condition, even waiting for them to join would be a luxury.

Jeong Yeon-shin decided to study martial arts here first. He immediately fell into meditation while sitting.

The killing range of the sword song is different from the range of the sword sound.

Together with his upper dantian ability, his mind began to break down the verses one by one.

It should work if I restrict the radiating true qi from spreading as far as the sword's resonance. Even without specifying targets, I should be able to set a rough range.

He loaded the consciousness onto the lightning that flashed incessantly in his mind.

He entered complete absorption. It was a world no one else could fathom.

"Young Hero?"

Even Wei Ji Myo-hwa's questioning voice immediately distanced itself from his mental image.

* * *

There was a long valley that crossed the border between Huizhou and Chizhou. It was called the Clear Night Valley.

It was said to be the place where a noble peerless master fought an evil spirit during the founding and lit up the night with sword light.

Now it was daylight. The beating sun shone indifferently on the blood splattered everywhere.

CLANG! BANG!

Tremendous sword power clashed, and the ground was shaken by the true angles that were stamped everywhere.

Hundreds of warriors with bright red hair clashed with warriors in blue robes.

A long battle line had formed that was hard to see as a battle between martial arts sects.

"That apostle B*st*rd. He hardly moves."

Meanwhile, where the upper echelons of the Namgung family were positioned, the atmosphere was classical from the beginning.

It was separate from the urgency of the battle line. The unique spirit of the noble family flowed with dignity, even on the battlefield.

"How long must we remain silent?"

A young man standing with the family elders asked. His eyes were gently downcast. He was the successor of the Namgung family.

The young man had already drawn his sword. The extremely luxurious blue silk martial uniform suited him perfectly.

He possessed both an outstanding appearance and martial arts skills worthy of being called Blue Qilin by the people of the martial world.

"Two apostles and swordmasters are waiting for an opening. Don't act rashly."

The head of the Namgung family said, showing only his back in pure white robes.

"The ordinary cult members can be dealt with without us. As a young master, you must remember this. The point of a family battle isn't to win. Put your heart into watching over the lives of the family members."

"That is right. When real masters come out, countering immediately means fewer victims."

His annoying younger sister supported their father's words.

How could that tanned face be so annoying? Blue Qilin Namgung Se-jin gritted his teeth.

"The warriors who are dying now are our family members."

His voice came out through white teeth. Even his sister couldn't answer this time.

"Think of the decision you made when you expelled Hwa-sin. As the master of the family, don't think of individuals."

T/Note- Remember that Hwa-sin is the White Qilin of the Desolate Sect.

There was no change in the family head's tone.

The fighting intensified, but the enemy leadership didn't come out.

The fellows looking down from a peak on one side of the valley with an aloof posture were very irritating.

Two Apostles and thirty Blood Swordmasters.

Although they were formidable forces, when the Namgung family's supreme masters challenged them to fight, they kept their distance and retreated.

"How many days has it been? Do they plan to continue this war of attrition?"

Namgung Se-jin bit his lip.

The fear of his father, the head of the family, must be great as well.

The power of the Blood Flame Sect was enormous.

When a family elder couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward, fifteen Blood Swordmasters rushed into the battle line.

It was a mockery. A warning not to step out recklessly. They were taking advantage of the weakness of a family sect where all members were blood relatives.

They seemed to be planning to use masters only after they'd pushed with numbers, but the Namgung family still hadn't found a proper strategy.

The battle had gone on for over fifteen days. The mood of the warriors at the front wasn't good.

Even though the supreme masters of the family were unharmed.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly, the head of the family and several elders turned their heads. Namgung Se-jin, with his exceptionally sharp senses, did the same.

Something was rapidly approaching. Behind the Blood Flame Sect's camp.

From far away.

WHOOSH!

It gradually spread towards the valley. Was it the cry of a giant bird that was said to have soared through the sky in ancient times?

There was a resonance that appeared slowly and then spread rapidly.

A sound that no one had ever heard before came to the battlefield.

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