Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 70 – Fame (5)

Right after the young Grand Teacher’s hand snapped Gao Zong-xue’s neck.

The Third Apostle didn’t care about his son’s death. He would have gone to the Peach Blossom Land.

Blood Flame Sect members didn’t worry about the wellbeing of those who passed. Mundane matters were what angered them.

“Lowborn b*st*rd.”

The Desolate Sect trash moved his hands as he pleased. Though they said his talent was unseen before, it wasn’t power matchless under heaven.

It was the behavior of one still just a worm.

“Capture him.”

The Blood Flame Sect Leader said softly.

As he rested his chin on his hand in the Grand Teacher’s seat, his white hair that looked silver due to its gloss flowed down.

It was an expression that was hard to read his thoughts. At least he didn’t seem to consider immediate execution of the Grand Teacher.

‘This won’t do.’

The Third Apostle thought.

The Desolate Sect lowborn was quite dangerous. His innate talent was unfathomable, and his character was also willful.

One who caused trouble before the Sect Leader also possessed talent rare under heaven. He would grow into someone hard to control.

-Must cut off the sprout.

He spoke through energy sound transmission. It was a technique to send very secret sound transmission to multiple people.

It was an instant. Though enraged middle-ranked members were rushing at the young trash, it would be hard to handle with Blood Swordmasters level.

He was one with dharma martial arts and had even learned the Demon Roaring Blood Technique. Swordmasters with Blood Summoning Technique couldn’t match him.

-Sixth Apostle. Step forth.

-Do not command me.

A voice that seemed to rise raw from the lungs came back.

TL Note- Raw voice means hoarse or unrefined voice.

The Third Apostle glanced at the Sixth Apostle with his lean build and stern impression.

There were four Apostles in the Blood Flame Sect main hall. Two excluding the Seventh and Tenth Apostles who went on reconnaissance.

The Sixth Apostle should be counted as absent too. He was a lost cause who pursued martial arts extremes even after learning blood techniques.

To break the Desolate Sect trash’s limbs without showing an unsightly appearance, indeed the Third Apostle himself had to step forward.

He rose from his seat.

He operated the Demon Roaring Blood Technique. Immediately abundant divine energy sprouting from all meridians throughout his body filled him.

WHOOSH!

The Third Apostle projected burning true qi forward along with mental focus.

A net of momentum ensnared the entire body of the Grand Teacher standing seemingly calm.

It was supreme cultivation praised as comparable to the Namgung family’s Imperial Sword Form. It would feel like an invisible prison.

Would he dare receive even one move? He was a youngster who rashly showed spirit intoxicated by his own talent. Even one and a half seconds was too much.

‘Must tear off his limbs.’

He saw the fellow with both eyes dyed pale sky color. The Apostle’s eye technique pierced through the young lowborn’s spirit light.

The movement of his pupils was strange. While blocking the swordmaster’s attacks, he was looking elsewhere. As if immersed internally.

It was a sight to behold. His mind was focused elsewhere.

“I knew your family well. It was a worthless third-rate martial house.”

The Third Apostle opened his mouth while slowly descending the steps.

“Henan’s Xinye County. Jeong Family Estate.”

The memory was clear.

“You enjoyed fertile land unbefitting your status.”

Due to the complex structure of the Thirteen Evil Sects, they had to cooperate with the Tyrant Sword Sect’s sword ghosts.

The task of draining the power of the strange World Tree. He ordered to clear away the cumbersome third-rate family and burn their land.

Since the Sect Leader permitted it, in short, that lowborn had pretended as Grand Teacher before enemies.

“Do you know your father, the Jeong family head, was known as a playboy in Henan? They said he spread numerous love affairs with all sorts of young ladies. He even seduced your mother with his rather outstanding looks. The pettiness of the previous Divine Sword Squad Leader was known to all under heaven, but seeing that matter they wondered if he wasn’t a gentleman. He let live the fellow who took his daughter as second wife after she cut ties with family and clan.”

There was laughter in his tone. It was mockery.

“You’re lowborn because your father was trash. Even if you’re Ma Yeon-jeok’s grandson. Though that obsolete old man* said to spare just you, fearing to beg revenge from Desolate Sect’s lord, you repay our sect’s grace with enmity.”

TL Note- Old man here is being referred to the Tyrant Sword Leader

When the Seventh Apostle’s left eye fell, all the Blood Flame Sect’s secret agents were mobilized.

They even threatened the Hao Sect where lower classes exchanged information. To learn everything about Desolate Sect’s Lightning Genius.

The matter was ridiculous. One left alive out of concern for future troubles had turned into another future trouble. The murim’s grudges were that profound.

“You modified the Blood Summoning Technique well.”

The Third Apostle’s voice grew rough. Power reaching the Apostle realm boiled up to his throat’s airway.

“Now your worthless limbs are unnecessary. Just your mouth will suffice. I’ll carve under your fingernails with large needles. Your insolent words and actions will become courteous when we flay your skin.”

CLANG!!

The lowborn was receiving the swordmasters’ joint attack quite well.

He thrust out his hands while spinning as if in a trance. His body technique movements were fluid.

Inner power operated with surprisingly delicate precision throughout his meridians approached as calm energy waves.

While spewing Demon Roaring Blood Technique energy waves, he mercilessly crushed swordmasters’ heads as if using dharma martial arts.

It was shocking anew. He was one who must not be allowed to grow further.

“Come out.”

At his low command, the swordmasters withdrew their bodies. A path opened instantly. The Third Apostle moved his steps toward the lowborn.

“Martial arts level encompasses murim experience. People are like that. They grow strong eating years. Your meager sense hasn’t bloomed yet. It means you had only momentary achievement.”

He rambled though knowing the other wasn’t listening.

He intended to cut off the limbs of a rising star who could leave great footprints in the murim. Strange emotion couldn’t help but rise.

“One move. Since you’ll be killed the moment you try to block, conduct yourself properly as a lowborn.”

That’s when it happened.

BOOM!

In that instant the sky rippled. The Third Apostle doubted his senses.

Even though he had reached the supreme master realm. He wondered if he had seen wrong.

It wasn’t so.

BOOM!

The second resonance was different. Something broke. For an instant it felt like heaven and earth were overturning.

The Two Flame Blood Spirit Formation immediately came to mind. If his intuition was right, it truly was heaven and earth overturning.

It was a thousand-year barrier that had protected the headquarters for hundreds of years. The destruction of the Two Flame Blood Spirit Formation meant the collapse of the Blood Flame Sect’s heaven and earth.

“Moon Spirit Divine Technique!”

It was from behind. The Sect Leader who had been watching leisurely suddenly stood up. The dignity of an absolute being had disappeared from his bearing.

BOOM!

In that instant a snow-white storm swept in. Fragments of the shattered and destroyed barrier whirled.

The Third Apostle immediately felt it with his vast energy sense.

Energy scattering in eight directions pressed down on the main hall together with outside wind.

ROar!

It was the sound of murim trash charging in from everywhere.

What had the Seventh and Tenth Apostles done? They had gone out early on reconnaissance with several elite swordmasters. What happened was unknown.

Now it didn’t matter.

The Third Apostle fell into panic. The headquarters’ supreme masters who could sense the formation’s destruction were the same.

Those who could act as strong ones anywhere under heaven all stared up at the sky together.

There was someone descending from the distant heavens.

It was an instant. A body that disappeared as if seeping into wind appeared on the ground.

Light green hair and robes emitted transcendent clarity. As if detached from reality.

“……”

A woman who lightly stepped on the ground as if a descended fairy.

The aura rising from her entire body was not so. The Blood Flame Sect masters’ bodies stiffened.

The fear that should be felt more with higher martial arts level was also different.

Not a fairy. Indeed the judge of the netherworld.

Step.

She took one step as calmly as taking a stroll. The hem of her grass-colored martial clothes brushed the ground with a soft texture.

When had she drawn it? The radiance flowing down her precious sword raised to the side seeped into her mystical pupils and white skin.

The sunlight seemed particularly bright.

“Ma… mad…”

The Blood Flame Sect Leader muttered.

There were appearances of absolute powers that those who discussed the world engraved in their minds.

Her face was first. They said it was the same whether regional warlords or great martial sects.

Even small kingdom royalty was no different, they said.

“Desolate Sect’s lord…?”

The Third Apostle’s gasp carried a question.

It was because it didn’t feel real. The situation was like that.

The appearance that couldn’t be captured in one portrait was the same. Because it was the ultimate beauty, recognition was delayed.

This won’t do.

Looks and such weren’t important.

When Desolate Sect’s lord slowly took another step, the Third Apostle was finally soaked in a chilling shock as if an icicle had been stabbed in his nape.

‘Our sect’s crisis!’

Pressure that seemed to quietly push away space layered his skin.

The power encountered was at a level impossible to gauge.

“Step forth!”

It was when he commanded the sect’s many high-ranked members.

Swoosh.

Desolate Sect’s lord moved.

She didn’t grant those trashs any more leisure.

The moment the Third Apostle who widened his eyes let out a battle cry, she was delivering a sword strike before him.

Was it ground-shrinking technique said to be used by immortals? It was an unrealistic body technique as if transformed into wind.

Her snow-white sword rippled like a transparent gentle breeze.

Thud.

The Third Apostle’s head fell. It was an end unbefitting a notorious supreme master.

The name that had crossed between the vast Central Plains’ cities and towns vanished futilely.

Jeong Yeon-shin opened his eyes wide. He suddenly emerged from his trance.

It was because his upper dantian energy sense matched the scene before his eyes.

‘I couldn’t see the move.’

Jeong Yeon-shin guessed. It was like himself. The Third Apostle had died without recognizing her hand movements.

He must have only been certain of the death approaching before his eyes.

He only saw her raised hand. He couldn’t capture the sword path with his eyes.

Absolute master. Or peerless master.

Though the meanings were different, the feeling was the same.

[TL Note- Absolute master means someone who has complete mastery over their skills, meanwhile Peerless master means someone extraordinarily talented. They are interchangeable but there’s a miniscule difference.]

She would gain the upper hand against whoever she faced. There was no one in the world to compare to her.

‘They said the World Tree’s fruit wasn’t something to be stolen.’

The dilettantes’ words were right.

[TL Note- Dilettantes means enthusiasts.]

The tree said to bear the most divine spirit medicine in heaven and earth would be eternal under her protection.

“……”

A deathly silence covered the Sect Leader’s hall courtyard.

A heretic who burst into the banquet had slain the Third Apostle who was below heaven but above ten thousand.

But even outrage and indignation had to consider the opponent. The silence was deep.

Only the shouts and momentum of martial artists resounding from outside rose high.

Step.

The Blood Flame Sect Leader suddenly stepped down. It was before Desolate Sect’s lord.

His blood-colored robe embroidered with golden dragon fluttered belatedly. He opened his mouth while sweeping his snow-white hair behind his back.

“This is our first meeting.”

“I have no words to share with a criminal.”

No emotion was buried in Desolate Sect’s lord’s tone.

The sword was the same.

Without warning, the moment pale sword light flashed, blood burst from the Blood Flame Sect Leader’s nape.

The Blood Flame Sect supreme masters nearby drew in empty breaths.

The blood of an ancient absolute being flowed out as easily as in a dream.

But he didn’t die instantly. The Blood Flame Sect Leader had already withdrawn half a step.

It was a matter with large implications. He had reacted to the sword strike. He properly stepped the evasion footwork.

Hehe.

The corners of the Blood Flame Sect Leader’s mouth twisted as he made a phlegm-rattling sound. His bright red lips tore to the ends on both sides.

TL Note- Phlegm is the mucous that your body secretes during a cold.

At that moment Jeong Yeon-shin clearly saw.

The sight of the sword wound on his neck boiling and rapidly regenerating was more bizarre than his laugh. He was a great master of blood techniques.

His regenerative ability was on a different level from Blood swordmasters.

Simultaneously, the forms of both absolute beings disappeared. It was as if they had entered a different realm. It was an internal energy achievement impossible to imagine.

BOOM!

Though it rang out quite far away, he almost staggered. The wave striking his ears was tremendous. Still they couldn’t be seen.

Jeong Yeon-shin quickly raised true qi. There was no need to observe internally.

He wrapped an internal energy barrier around the external auditory canal in his ear. The delicate task was accomplished instantly.

His realm of internal energy operation had advanced a step while studying the Demon-Destroying Azure Unyielding Palm and Demon Roaring Blood Technique.

“Sect Leader, where is the Sect Leader?”

“Fighting the villain!”

The masters’ heads turned back. It was the mountain behind the Sect Leader’s hall.

A sound that seemed to shake heaven and earth rang out once more. It was as if hundreds of thunderclap bombs exploded at once.

An enormously large dust cloud rose up.

That was all.

The interval between roars changed intermittently. The collision of absolute beings was only noisy at the start.

‘One breath.’

Jeong Yeon-shin assessed coldly. He had heard about the realm of peerless masters.

That one breath of an ordinary person was no different from eternity. Befitting masters hard to gauge, there seemed to be more evasion and feints than collisions.

Jeong Yeon-shin soon put aside his thoughts.

“Destroy the evil sect!”

“Breaking Evil Manifesting Truth! Demon-Destroying Devil-Eliminating!”

The sounds of sword strikes and energy waves grew closer. It was the martial artists who had begun striking the Blood Flame Sect main hall.

The ones rushing while roughly deflecting enemies’ weapons were familiar.

Cheong Myeong was fastest. Next were Wei Ji Myo-hwa and Baek Mi-ryeo.

Little Divine Monk Gak Jeong’s body technique was no less than theirs. Even Mount Hua Sect’s Plum Blossom Sword Masters were there.

It was welcome. It felt like a bed to rest his heart was approaching.

“Young Hero Jeong…!”

He heard clearly. Hyeon Won-chang was at the tail end of the vanguard.

He came running with a gaunt face. While displaying lightness technique, he cleverly avoided several Blood Flame Sect members’ sword strikes.

Upon seeing Jeong Yeon-shin, he even managed a very tired smile. He was still the same companion.

‘You’ve recovered your martial arts.’

While greatly relieved, Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind spun tensely.

He thought of Desolate Sect’s lord’s victory. However, the Blood Flame Sect Leader was also an absolute being counted among the vast Central Plains.

He couldn’t imagine him being dealt with easily.

That would mean greater sacrifices. He knew just from a glance.

“You were our sect’s calamity.”

The Sixth Apostle who had begun raising killing intent from one side was a big problem now.

His appearance alternately staring at both Jeong Yeon-shin and the martial artists was very threatening.

Strong ones comparable to Desolate Sect black-ranked great masters were rare.

‘There’s no supreme master who can match an Apostle.’

It was so even though hundreds of martial artists had pressed in from all directions.

The dozens of Blood swordmasters were the same. Headquarters’ swordmasters might dominate not just a county but a prefecture.

It meant they were rare strong ones in the martial world.

“Desolate Sect’s squad leaders are coming!”

Cheong Myeong shouted while running with lightness technique. It was clearly empty bravado.

He had already observed when his upper dantian energy sense arose. There were no black-ranked among allies.

It was a moment revealing Desolate Sect’s chronic problem. They lacked manpower to encompass the vast Central Plains.