Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 101

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Chapter 101

“There’s no need for lengthy words between people who know each other well.”

My cold gaze pierced into the chests of Yang Jong-myeong and Yeop Munjoong.

“Explain.”

* * *

The air in Clear Wind Pavilion was heavy.

“I told you to explain, but you’ve been keeping your mouths shut this whole time.”

At Woon-hwi’s words, the two men gulped nervously.

This was only natural.

Why exactly would just possessing Black Heaven Pills cause problems?

Why did Sim Mun-ryong speak with such certainty that they had ‘betrayed’ Snow Palace when he saw the Black Heaven Pills back then?

Why wasn’t Woon-hwi observing proper etiquette?

Every phenomenon that occurs in this world has a reason.

Black Heaven Pills are not simple elixir pills.

I had heard that blood cultists of the Original Blood Sect receive a special great method at some point, but though it sounds obvious, not all blood cultists could receive that method.

There are side effects that martial artists who haven’t received the great method inevitably experience while cultivating blood energy, and Black Heaven Pills are elixir pills that prevent blood energy from running wild while simultaneously helping blood energy settle better in the blood vessels.

In other words, they were essential items among essential items for martial artists cultivating blood energy.

And there’s one more effect to them.

Taking Black Heaven Pills allows one to conceal the ‘existence of blood energy’ relatively more easily.

However, eating one pill doesn’t make the effect permanent. One must take them regularly to conceal it perfectly.

From the moment he discovered the Black Heaven Pills, Woon-hwi was certain.

That Yang Family Villa were spies of the Original Blood Sect.

“Martial artists who cultivate blood energy must consume one Black Heaven Pill every month without fail.”

“…”

“That’s twelve per year, and the number of Black Heaven Pills in this container is about fifty. Even accounting for emergencies, this amount means there are at least ten martial artists cultivating blood energy… and it seems there are two right before my eyes.”

“Hyeon Seol-rin-nim… that’s…”

Woon-hwi shook his head.

“Cheon Pung.”

At Woon-hwi’s call, Cheon Pung, who had been waiting behind, grinned and stepped forward.

“Yes, Branch Leader.”

“From now on, I will ask these two one question each. If the answer to that question is not ‘yes’ or ‘that’s correct,’ then immediately cut off their heads. Understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

Woon-hwi’s cold eyes turned to Yang Jong-myeong.

“Yang Jong-myeong, are you a spy of the Original Blood Sect?”

He was quick-witted.

“…Yes…”

Cheon Pung’s grip on his great sword twitched. It was a bit disappointing.

Woon-hwi’s questioning continued.

“Yeop Munjoong, are you a spy of the Original Blood Sect?”

“…This is truly unbearable! This is absolutely ridiculous…”

Before he could finish speaking, at the massive air-rending sound cutting through the void, Yeop Munjoong quickly drew his sword from his waist and swung it. Since he swung while seated, the force wasn’t properly applied, but Cheon Pung was merely at Yang Gwang I Hyeon level.

Such a martial artist’s sword?

He could block it sufficiently.

After all, Yeop Munjoong was at Five Dragon Peak Realm.

However.

Kwaaaaang-!!

With a thunderous roar, Yeop Munjoong’s body flew far away and crashed into the wall.

“Kuhuk…”

What kind of power… this makes no sense.

Greatly flustered, Yeop Munjoong staggered to his feet, and Cheon Pung’s muttering reached his ears.

“Block it?”

Then Cheon Pung kicked off from his position, and Yeop Munjoong, gritting his teeth, responded.

At that moment, the Yaksu Branch Members waiting outside tried to intervene.

“Anyone who interferes with that fight will die.”

Woon-hwi’s cold voice pierced their ears.

“I promise. Even if I have to stake everything I have, I will tear apart limbs and rip heads off, so if you think you can handle it, step forward.”

The Yaksu Branch Members couldn’t move from their spots. Woon-hwi’s intimidating presence was real.

Woon-hwi shifted his gaze to look at Yang Jong-myeong.

“Let’s continue our conversation. Who recruited you?”

“…That’s…”

“Yu Hwa-rin or Seo Hwa-baek, which one?”

Yang Jong-myeong’s eyes widened greatly at the two names mentioned, but he soon shook his head.

“…I don’t know the name. We called him ‘White Tiger.'”

“Appearance?”

“He always wore a black traditional hat and face mask, so I never saw him properly, but his eyes were very fierce and his voice had a raspy quality as if metal had been ground into it. His body was a bit under 6 feet… thinking about it carefully, he seemed to be about 5 feet 7 inches.”

That was enough.

Yu Hwa-rin.

It was very similar to the appearance that came to mind.

Naturally, there are many sects that follow the Original Blood Sect.

Among them, there was one organization that was a branch yet not a branch, and that was Ghost Soul Gate.

Being an assassin group while also being responsible for the Original Blood Sect’s intelligence, they also had the mission of approaching sects to turn them into spies.

As far as Woon-hwi knew, there were four of them in total.

Yu Hwa-rin and Seo Hwa-baek, who were in charge of the Central Plains outskirts and all of Sae-oe Murim, and Jeon Mak-geum and Hyeon U-sam, who were in charge of the Central Plains.

All four were martial artists of the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth.

Though they were assigned recruitment missions, they were fundamentally assassins, so they were skilled at moving stealthily, and of course their disguise and information gathering abilities were also remarkable.

Woon-hwi asked.

“What did he promise you?”

“…”

“You still have hesitation.”

So he decided to help a little.

“What you’re about to say will determine the fate of Yang Family Villa from now on.”

Woon-hwi’s voice was cold.

“You know how precious time is. Even at this very moment, the time I’m wasting is difficult to calculate in terms of value. But this is something that must be addressed.”

Woon-hwi looked straight into Yang Jong-myeong’s eyes.

“If you answer my questions truthfully, I’ll end this matter with just your life and the lives of those directly involved. But…”

Woon-hwi’s gaze became even sharper.

“If it’s revealed in a later investigation that you lied, everyone related to you will die. Understand?”

Yang Jong-myeong’s face turned pale.

“So what did he who called himself White Tiger promise you?”

“He… he…”

Yang Jong-myeong swallowed.

“He said he would teach us the martial arts of the Original Blood Sect. And… he would give us power within Snow Palace’s territory and raise our value as a sect by at least one level… that’s what he said.”

“The price?”

“We were to report on the movements within Snow Palace every month. Especially, we informed him of the Polar Descendants’ movements.”

“What did you receive in return?”

“We were taught the Blood Killing Divine Art… the method to obtain Black Heaven Pills and…”

Yang Jong-myeong’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

“He also taught us how to control blood energy.”

“How did you make your reports?”

“Every first day of the month… we met at Sangwha-ru on the outskirts of Yakju.”

Woon-hwi stroked his chin.

“Sangwha-ru…”

He muttered this and turned his head for a moment.

The fight between Cheon Pung and Yeop Munjoong was in full swing.

* * *

Cheon Pung’s great sword flew through the air, cutting through the void. Yeop Munjoong’s eyes widened as he twisted his body greatly to the side.

Whoosh-!

The great sword sliced through the air.

No matter how great his divine strength was, the difference in their realms was clear.

“A mere Yang Gwang I Hyeon dares…!”

There was nothing to fear.

After killing Cheon Pung before his eyes, he would flee.

This was the best choice Yeop Munjoong could make.

Soon, red smoke began rising from Yeop Munjoong’s fingertips.

It was unmistakably blood energy.

Blood Killing Divine Art.

It immediately enveloped Yeop Munjoong’s entire body.

Though faint, surrounded by red smoke, he was clearly a blood practitioner to anyone who saw him.

However, Cheon Pung was neither frightened nor intimidated by such things.

The great sword gripped in his hands struck down powerfully.

Thinking it would be different from before, Yeop Munjoong swung his sword in the same manner.

Kwaaaang-!!

A thunderous roar erupted as Yeop Munjoong was pushed back smoothly.

‘What… such monstrous strength…’

It was absurd.

That was when it happened.

Yeop Munjoong’s eyes widened greatly.

Like a mountain crashing down, the massive great sword was striking down once more.

He laid his sword flat and took a defensive stance.

Kwaaaang-!!

Yeop Munjoong’s body dug into the ground.

This ridiculous divine strength… he no longer wanted to understand it.

As he rotated his body to the side, Cheon Pung’s sword embedded into the ground. At that moment, Yeop Munjoong’s sword extended toward Cheon Pung’s shoulder.

Slash-!

With the sound of flesh tearing, blood scattered through the air.

Though it must have been painful, Cheon Pung was strangely smiling.

In Cheon Pung’s mind right now.

Someday.

The image of Woon-hwi, who had personally demonstrated the Heaven Killing Wolf Snow Art to him, was being drawn.

-Between success and failure lies an eon, and heaven and earth have reached the present through countless eons.

He gripped the great sword with both hands.

-The lonely wolf’s howl echoes under the moonlight, and cold frost falls cutting through the sky.

Toward such a Cheon Pung, Yeop Munjoong swung his sword.

Blood Killing Divine Art.

Hell’s Ascension to Heaven.

Though it was a killing blow, Cheon Pung’s smile was only deepening.

It was the moment of becoming one with Woon-hwi from his memories.

-This is.

“The Heaven Killing Wolf Star Formula.”

He swung the great sword powerfully.

It proceeded to cut right through Yeop Munjoong’s sword that was exploding with red energy, as divine strength overwhelmed blood energy.

In that process, the air exploded.

Kwarrrrrung-!

The great sword that extended thus dug deeply into Yeop Munjoong’s shoulder.

And that was the moment.

Kwaaaang-!!

Yeop Munjoong’s shoulder exploded as it was, and his right arm that had been attached shot up to the sky.

The second stance Howling at Heaven Under Moon and the third stance Cold Star Breaking Sky were unleashed simultaneously.

Yeop Munjoong’s body went limp.

“Hehehehe.”

The laughing Cheon Pung approached, grabbed Yeop Munjoong’s hair, then brought down his elbow to turn his face into pulp.

It wasn’t over.

Cheon Pung immediately tore his head from his body and placed it before Woon-hwi.

“Master. I have brought it.”

Woon-hwi, who had been quietly watching such a Cheon Pung, smiled softly.

To say it again, Woon-hwi had evaluated Cheon Pung as having talent to reach ‘at least Five Energy Harmonizing Origin.’

If this current momentum continued and his brilliantly shining talent wasn’t devoured, even more would certainly be possible.

He spoke with sincerity.

“Well done.”

At Woon-hwi’s brief praise, Cheon Pung grinned.

* * *

It wasn’t only Woon-hwi who had watched the fight. Yang Jong-myeong was the same.

He couldn’t understand this situation.

Being a martial artist of Yang Gwang I Hyeon himself, he understood it even less.

How could Yang Gwang I Hyeon take the head of Five Dragon Peak Realm?

To Yang Jong-myeong, who was trembling in terror like this, Woon-hwi said.

“Continue the story.”

“Ah… yes… yes…”

“Then you and Yeop Munjoong who lies dead here thought that ‘Baekho’ had handled the aftermath of the merchant convoy that was massacred by the Snow Mountain Black Bear.”

“…That’s correct. That’s why we buried it without conducting a separate investigation…”

“Still, you should have confirmed it. Did you contact him?”

“…We did. We were actually supposed to meet at Sangwha-ru today. The time is sul-si… yes. Sul-si.”

Sul-si…

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