Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104

“Cough… cough-heok…”

That bastard is definitely an assassin from the Gui-hon Gak of the Ghost Soul Gate, but even I can’t possibly know every assassin in the Gui-hon Gak.

Looking at his realm, he seems to be around the Five Dragon Peak level, so he’s likely a low-ranking member of the Gui-hon Gak.

That’s why Yu Hwa-rin could comfortably bring him along.

That’s Yu Hwa-rin’s hobby. Bringing around weaklings and acting important.

I turned my head to look at Cheon Pung.

I approached him as he sat slumped on the ground and personally pulled out the hidden daggers embedded in him.

Each time one was pulled out, Cheon Pung made strange sounds like “hiik” and “kkeuhk,” but I didn’t mind.

I’ll say it again – Cheon Pung’s talent is outstanding.

He’s also responsible and when given a task, he completes it one way or another.

I applied pressure to stop his bleeding and spoke briefly.

“Rest for a bit.”

“Hehe… Yes… I understand.”

I slowly moved my steps. I could see the assassin fallen on the ground, struggling.

His face was revealed as his mask had been torn, but it was an unfamiliar face.

I didn’t particularly want to know his name or anything like that.

“You probably won’t die peacefully.”

As soon as I finished speaking, he tried to bite his tongue, but.

Crack-!

When I kicked his solar plexus with my toe, he opened his mouth and vomited blood.

I immediately applied pressure point techniques to his body.

Looking at the assassin who had frozen solid without even a twitch, I continued speaking.

“Given Yu Hwa-rin’s personality, he must have kept a ledger.”

The assassin’s eyes looking at me widened.

It’s simple.

Yu Hwa-rin is an assassin who carries out missions to plant spies.

Which sects he planted spies in – all of that would be in his head, but the world isn’t that easy.

No matter how much you know everything in your head, anything related to spies must be documented.

It’s to keep a leash on them in preparation for when they might betray you.

That’s natural.

“It’s not like I don’t have any guesses about where it might be, but I want to be certain. If you tell me the location of that ledger, I’ll let you die comfortably right here.”

I watched the wavering assassin and released the pressure points.

Then he asked me.

“…Can you… promise…?”

“I promise.”

“…”

“In my entire life, I’ve never broken a promise I made. That includes promises made to enemies.”

The assassin who had been contemplating for a long time bowed his head deeply.

“…I’ll tell you.”

“However, there’s something I need to address.”

The assassin raised his head.

“I very much dislike games.”

I crouched down in place.

“If you try to buy time through me or make me go around in circles, you will surely regret this choice for as long as you live.”

The assassin gulped.

“Ten years. I will definitely keep you alive for ten years, and I’ll stuff every worst pain you could never feel in your lifetime into that body of yours. Do you understand?”

“…Yes… Yes… I understand.”

I asked briefly.

“Where is the ledger?”

* * *

Joining the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan, receiving training, being deployed on actual missions, traveling throughout the Central Plains – sometimes as a merchant, sometimes as a porter, and sometimes as a steward and coachman.

It’s been 20 years of having all kinds of experiences like that.

I had thought those 20 years of experiences were truly tremendous, but the experiences of the past few days forced me to change all my thoughts.

Overwhelming.

I never imagined or even thought I would see such a case in my life.

Seol Woon-hwi, the youngest of the Polar Descendants.

That man just killed a Creation Realm assassin with the realm of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

A general martial artist who has reached the Creation Realm and an assassin are different.

Their fighting methods and such things are on different dimensions, yet Seol Woon-hwi killed a Creation Realm assassin using an assassin’s fighting method instead.

This is really.

Absurd.

Decisive judgment without hesitation, and an excessively broad vision that looks one, two, no, more than five moves ahead.

‘…He’s a monster…’

No other word could explain it.

He’s even excellent at psychological warfare.

He obtained a ledger from the captured assassin and is currently sitting in a corner, skimming through it.

The wound isn’t shallow… does he have time for that?

Not just Seol Woon-hwi, but Cheon Pung, who had three hidden daggers stuck in his body, is the same.

He shouldn’t be able to laugh, yet he’s laughing now.

Seol Woon-hwi seemed like a monster, but Cheon Pung looked like he’d lost his mind.

Is that thing even human?

Woon-hwi’s voice reached Yang Cheol’s ears.

“Yang Cheol.”

“Yes… Yes?”

“Come here.”

“…Yes.”

Yang Cheol approached Woon-hwi, trembling with fear like a rabbit before a predator.

He’s an existence that defies explanation.

From when they first met and his identity was already seen through, he had been full of thoughts that they lived in different worlds and thought differently.

Without a doubt, the most promising talent in the Snow Palace was definitely Seol Woon-hwi before his eyes.

He said.

“Sit.”

“…Yes.”

Yang Cheol carefully sat across from Woon-hwi.

Woon-hwi was still looking at the ledger. He had a smile on his lips as if there was interesting content in the ledger.

But this needs to be clear. That thing may be called a ledger, but it’s practically no different from a death list.

Since it’s a list of those who betrayed the Snow Palace and attached themselves to other places, the word “death list” couldn’t be more fitting.

“Interesting. The list written here.”

Yang Cheol remained silent. Woon-hwi calmly continued speaking.

“Looking at the contents, it seems they’ve been collecting information for quite some time.”

Woon-hwi closed the ledger and raised his head. His gaze seemed to pierce through Yang Cheol’s soul.

“Yang Cheol.”

“…Yes. Young Master… no, Hyeon Seol-rin.”

“What kind of information do you deliver to the Commander every week?”

Cold sweat ran down Yang Cheol’s spine.

What… what does this mean?

“I… I…”

“It’s a simple question. As a member of the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan, what kind of information do you write and send to the Commander?”

It was when Yang Cheol was about to open his mouth.

“The members of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan collect information about the movements of the Polar Descendants and both inside and outside the Snow Palace.”

As Yang Cheol raised his head with a puzzled expression, wondering why he was asking something he already knew, Woon-hwi continued speaking.

“What I’m curious about is how Baekseol Wiryeong-dan failed to catch the list of spies written in this ledger.”

“…Ah….”

“You must write weekly reports. The movements of the Polar Descendants, whether they contact outsiders, how the Palace Lord’s health is, the activities of Baekryeong-wi and Snow Heaven Guard, and the movements of Jingyeong-bu and the halls belonging to it… whether fierce beasts have infiltrated inside the Snow Palace, and whether spies exist.”

Woon-hwi’s gaze was truly cold.

“Yang Cheol, don’t you think it’s strange too?”

“…What Lord Hyeon Seol-rin means is….”

Yang Cheol’s words trailed off. He couldn’t easily continue speaking. It was that serious a matter.

“In your eyes, does this ledger look thick?”

“…Yes. It looks thick.”

“How many families do you think are in here?”

Yang Cheol gulped and thought carefully.

First, Yang Cheol didn’t know about the man named Yu Hwa-rin. He also didn’t know about something called Gui-hon Gak.

Though Yang Cheol wasn’t an assassin, he had maintained a lifestyle similar to an assassin’s behavioral patterns.

The spies contained within must be those who had gone over to Yu Hwa-rin. Then what would Yu Hwa-rin have left as ‘evidence’ about them?

He would have written their names of course, timing, information they received, and various other miscellaneous things.

Looking at the thickness of that ledger from a professional’s perspective.

“…At least nineteen, at most twenty-five.”

At Yang Cheol’s answer, a smile formed on Woon-hwi’s lips.

“Not bad. You were close to the approximate number.”

“…Thank you.”

Woon-hwi, who had been staring at Yang Cheol, spoke as if tossing out the words.

“If you’re not a fool, you should be able to tell what I’m trying to say.”

“…Yes.”

“Most of the names listed in this ledger are from areas on the outskirts of Snow Mountain, but some are also close to the Main Palace. Even though Yu Hwa-rin is an excellent assassin and an information agent who has reached a high level, this number doesn’t make sense. Above all, there shouldn’t be anyone who doesn’t know that Poison Snake Valley of the Original Blood Sect infiltrated Snow Mountain not long ago. Yang Cheol.”

“…Yes. Lord Hyeon Seol-rin.” 

“At that time, there was one reason I suspected Baekryeong-wi. Because the place where the poison users were hiding was under Baekryeong-wi’s jurisdiction. But now that it’s come to this, even that becomes suspicious.”

“…Do you suspect… Baekseol Wiryeong-dan?”

“Could you have asked that if you were in my position?”

“….”

“I’m raising an extremely reasonable question. Planting this many spies while avoiding the eyes of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan? Paradoxically, it would be most rational to assume that Baekseol Wiryeong-dan helped.”

“But….”

“Without being provided information about when and who leaves their position in which area and who replaces that position when, a list of this magnitude would be impossible.”

Yang Cheol soon had this question arise.

Then shouldn’t they have captured the man named Yu Hwa-rin?

Woon-hwi read that thought like a ghost.

“You’re thinking it would have been more convenient if I hadn’t killed Yu Hwa-rin. Right?”

“…Yes.”

“But you’ll know the answer to that question even if I don’t bother to give it. Is this also right?”

“…That’s right.”

It’s simple logic.

Whether Yu Hwa-rin was the Gui-hon Gak master or whatever, he too was ultimately someone who received orders.

The one who gave him orders.

In other words, they would need to capture someone at the level of the Ghost Soul Gate’s sect leader or a vice sect leader who commands the halls to learn more detailed inside information.

The bigger problem is that Ghost Soul Gate is located very close to the Original Blood Sect’s main headquarters.

In the end, it means the Snow Palace must root them out and capture and kill them on their own.

Woon-hwi spoke decisively.

“There’s a traitor in Baekseol Wiryeong-dan.”

At those words, Yang Cheol’s head shot up.

“Lord Hyeon Seol-rin…!”

“Seeing your sensitive reaction, you seem to know what kind of weight this carries.”

“…How could I not know? As Lord Hyeon Seol-rin well knows, those who know who the members of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan are, all of that, are the unit leader and the Palace Lord.”

Woon-hwi shook his head.

“Think carefully. There should be ‘two more’ people.”

Yang Cheol gulped.

“Vice unit leader Yeon Su-on, instructor Gok Jin-bung.”

“…But those two are… impossible.”

“The reason?”

“…Lord Yeon Su-on lost all his internal energy due to Qi Deviation and even lost his left arm. He laid down all his positions and declared he would retire after 8 years, and this is the 7th year. What would he lack that he’d sell out the Main Palace?”

Woon-hwi laughed.

“Then what about Gok Jin-bung?”

“…Though he does train the members of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan, he doesn’t know all the members. As Lord Hyeon Seol-rin knows, the unit leader handles most of the work, and he….”

“Well, listening to this, there’s something a bit strange.”

“…Yes?”

“You don’t seem confident that those two aren’t traitors, but rather like you want to believe they’re not.”

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