Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102

“Yang Jong-myeong.”

“…Yes… Lord Hyeon Seol-rin.”

“Can you swear that there wasn’t a single lie among the words you spoke to me?”

“…Of course…”

Woon-hwi immediately took out a brush and paper from his storage bag.

“Write it down.”

Yang Jong-myeong wasn’t someone who wouldn’t understand what he needed to write.

He silently wrote down the ‘names’ with trembling hands.

Affiliation, age, and even their current level of martial arts.

In total, twelve names were written down.

It was quite a lot.

Woon-hwi, who received the list, slowly stood up from his seat and drew the sword from his waist.

“Staking the fate of your family, do you swear this is also the truth?”

“…Yes… It’s the truth. At least I’ve written down every name I know. They… won’t be able to deny it.”

Yang Jong-myeong raised his head.

“Please end it with just my life. I harbored foolish desires.”

“If you haven’t told me any lies, then so it shall be.”

Without hesitation, Woon-hwi brought down his sword.

Crack-!

With a chilling sound, Yang Jong-myeong’s head split in half.

He turned around immediately.

There were those glaring at Woon-hwi.

They were the branch members of Yaksu.

Woon-hwi smirked.

“Are you displeased with me?”

As if asking what kind of question that was, several frowned, but their eyes widened at Woon-hwi’s following words.

“These stupid bastards still don’t seem to grasp the situation.”

“…”

“Right now, Yaksu’s branch leader has colluded with the Original Blood Sect. He continuously reported on the movements of the Polar Descendants as well as events happening in the Ice Sea Region. Do you think this would be possible for Yeop Munjoong alone?”

Several stepped backward.

Because they understood what he meant.

“I made a promise with Yang Jong-myeong. If his words are true, Yang Family Villa will not only maintain its current prestige for capturing the spies but will continue to prosper. However, your story is different.”

Killing intent settled in Woon-hwi’s eyes.

“In a situation where the branch leader who should control the region of Yaksu has turned traitor, what exactly did you do?”

“…That is…”

“Even stupidity has its limits. And who is the deputy branch leader?”

At Woon-hwi’s words, a man who had been hanging his head low in the corner stepped forward.

“Your name.”

“…So Jin-su.”

“I’ll give you a chance to live.”

So Jin-su blinked at Woon-hwi’s words.

“Come here.”

So Jin-su silently approached Woon-hwi’s side. Woon-hwi showed him the list.

As he read through it one by one, at a certain point his eyes widened and he glared at ‘two’ of Yaksu’s branch members.

Woon-hwi’s voice pierced into So Jin-su’s ear.

“If you’re not a fool, and if you want to sit in the next branch leader’s position, you must act.”

He gulped.

So Jin-su turned his head to look at Woon-hwi.

“The position of branch leader is one that bears responsibility. And you must be decisive. It means you must have the heart to cut off even your own people mercilessly if they commit crimes.”

“Ah…”

“Your future isn’t something I decide. You decide it yourself. All I can give you is an opportunity. Whether you seize that opportunity or throw it away is something you must choose.”

His eyes trembled.

Hyeon Seol-rin Seol Woon-hwi…

He had only heard that he had changed, but this was the first time seeing him in person. Was he really to this extent?

“Let me show you what you should do. Cheon Pung.”

“Yes.”

“Among Yaksu’s branch members, the second from the left, capture and kill him.”

That man was one of the two men So Jin-su had glared at just moments before.

Cheon Pung didn’t ask or question anything.

He immediately rushed forward and brought his sword down toward the man Woon-hwi had designated.

“Why… Why are you doing this!”

Terrified, he immediately drew his sword and swung it.

Clang-!!

With a thunderous sound, the man’s sword was completely shattered, and his body floated up before flying backward to crash into a pillar.

He raised his head.

Strangely, faint red smoke was flowing from his two eyes—traces of blood energy.

Cheon Pung smiled and thrust his sword.

Thud-!

It immediately lodged in the man’s neck.

Boom-!!

And exploded.

“I’ve dealt with him.”

Woon-hwi nodded and continued speaking while staring straight ahead.

“Right now, eleven names are written on that list. Do you see them?”

“…Yes. I see them.”

“The Main Palace still doesn’t know what’s happening in Yaksu. Depending on how you handle those eleven people today, that content will change.”

So Jin-su clenched his fists tightly.

“They are traitors of Snow Palace and Snow Mountain. Kill them all, but if there are any you can implicate, implicate as many as possible before killing them. Do you understand?”

“…Yes. I understand.”

As if that was enough, Woon-hwi began to move, and the blood-covered Cheon Pung began to follow behind him.

Walking toward where the carriage was, Woon-hwi stopped briefly and said shortly.

“So Jin-su, I’ll remember that name.”

With a thud, his heart sank.

Seol Woon-hwi.

He was certainly a man destined for greatness.

Having one’s name remembered by such a person… could become an extraordinary opportunity.

So Jin-su respectfully performed the Embracing Fist salute.

“I will perfectly carry out Lord Hyeon Seol-rin’s orders.”

“Move out.”

“Yes, sir!”

Turning around, Woon-hwi spoke to Yang Cheol, who was standing in front of the carriage with a dazed expression.

“We’re moving.”

“…Where… where will you be going?”

“Sangwha-ru.”

Woon-hwi had no intention of simply catching small fry.

The roots.

He intended to pull them out.

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There was a man quietly drinking tea in a corner of Sangwha-ru.

Just by seeing him sitting, you could tell his body was 5 feet and 7 inches tall.

With his overall thin build, he looked almost like a scholar.

His appearance was slender and his eyes were narrow as well.

On the table where he sat were an empty bottle of bamboo leaf wine, a full bottle of bamboo leaf wine, and dongpo pork that was about half eaten.

He quietly picked up the full bottle of bamboo leaf wine and poured it into an empty cup.

Just as he was about to bring it to his mouth.

His hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He had no choice.

A man had sat down in front of him.

“…Who…are you?”

Even at the scholar’s bewildered question, the man said nothing.

He simply raised his hand silently, and a massive man with a blood-stained great sword on his back handed him an empty cup.

He set down the cup and picked up the bamboo leaf wine to fill it.

The scholar.

Really could not understand this situation.

He glanced over at the man wearing a black hat sitting by the window.

His body was 5 feet and 7 inches tall.

He could have understood if he had gone to that man who seemed to be waiting for someone, but Hyeon Seol-rin Seol Woon-hwi had sat in front of him, a complete stranger. He had never once shown his face.

Since coming to Snow Mountain, no one had ever seen his bare face.

What did he know to sit here?

Could it be coincidence?

Seol Woon-hwi swirled his half-filled cup and spoke.

“You’re drinking cheap liquor that doesn’t even suit you.”

“…I asked who you are.”

“Do you have a hobby of asking questions we both know the answers to?”

“…”

“Bamboo leaf wine… Well, even this kind of liquor has its own taste. Did you enjoy the resentment and indignation of the poor?”

“You seem to know something about poetry.”

The scholar’s voice changed.

At this point, it would be strange to be flustered.

“Bamboo leaves fall in autumn and wine ripens in spring. How can you call this heaven-sent liquor cheap?”

At the scholar’s words, Woon-hwi laughed coldly.

“Heaven-sent liquor… Yu Hwa-rin, those are words too grand for you to speak.”

The scholar’s eyes sharpened.

His fingertips gripped the cup tightly.

There was no way he wouldn’t recognize the prodigy whose name had been spreading through Murim lately.

But… seeing him in person, the feeling was strange.

Woon-hwi drained his full cup and set down the empty cup.

“Liquor is truly mysterious. The first cup hides a person’s true nature, the second cup reveals it.”

Woon-hwi set down the empty cup.

“The last cup sometimes takes one’s life.”

“The last cup takes one’s life…?”

A smile appeared on the scholar’s lips.

It was no longer the smile of a thin scholar.

“Interesting. Seol Woon-hwi… I didn’t expect you to notice me. I thought you would go over there.”

The “over there” he mentioned naturally referred to where the man wearing the black hat sat by the window.

“Do you wish to test me? How dare you, someone like you?”

“…Someone like me?”

Killing intent gathered at Yu Hwa-rin’s lips.

His eyes became fierce, and his voice sounded as if iron had been ground into it.

“You didn’t come looking for me, I came looking for you.”

“The reason?”

“To propose a deal.”

“It’s not worth hearing, but seeing the effort you put into planting spies even in a backwater place like Yaksu, I’ll listen.”

Yu Hwa-rin spoke.

“Won’t you join hands with the Origin Blood Sect?”

“I refuse.”

“…At least pretend to think about it. Aren’t you answering too reflexively?”

“It’s a conclusion I reached after sufficient thought.”

“…If you join the Origin Blood Sect, I’ll give you the complete list of all the spies I’ve planted so far. That’s all I can offer, but my superiors will give you something greater. Since you play baduk well, you know what it means to have more usable stones.”

Woon-hwi’s eyes looked directly at Yu Hwa-rin.

“Do you think you’re qualified to do that when you’re not even the one in charge?”

“…What do you mean?”

“A mere guy whose mission is planting spies in the Sae-oe Murim is speaking as if he’s been given full authority.”

Woon-hwi continued while pouring liquor into his empty cup.

“Know your place. You’re merely a Harmony Realm assassin belonging to Ghost Soul Gate. Just because you work for the Origin Blood Sect doesn’t make you a member of the Origin Blood Sect, and it makes even less sense for someone like you to represent the sect’s position.”

Woon-hwi drained his cup.

He slowly set down the cup while staring at Yu Hwa-rin’s coldly hardened expression.

“Are you in a bad mood?”

“…Not particularly good.”

“Since it’s all true in every detail, naturally it wouldn’t be good. But you were the one who acted wildly without knowing your place. Remember that your current feelings are of your own making.”

“…What is this situation? You seem to know well about our sect’s hierarchy… I don’t understand. How does a bastard son of Snow Palace know so much?”

Woon-hwi shook his head.

“You asked the first question, so now it’s my turn.”

Yu Hwa-rin chuckled.

“Go ahead.”

“A mere assassin who operates in the shadows invaded Snow Mountain without knowing his place and made the warriors of Snow Palace betray each other. A bug that can’t even operate openly in the light crawled up without knowing its place.”

“…So?”

“What would you do?”

“…If it were me, I’d step on it and kill it.”

“Right, you know well.”

A chilling smile appeared on Woon-hwi’s lips.

“Ghost Soul Pavilion Master Yu Hwa-rin, I came to step on you and kill you.”

No more conversation was necessary.

Woon-hwi drew his sword and struck down.

Crash-!!

The tavern collapsed.

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