Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 107

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Chapter 107

One at Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, one at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, five at Five Dragon Peak Realm and Yang Gwang I Hyeon, and the rest were all at Jucheon Gyeong.

Heo Hyeon Energy surged from Woon-hwi’s body.

Until now, he had operated his internal energy to achieve maximum efficiency with minimal movement, but today he had no intention of doing so.

He could feel the air.

No, beyond feeling it, he could see it. In Woon-hwi’s eyes, the flow of qi floating in the void appeared as thin as threads.

He stopped breathing.

Woo Maeng-gyeok’s blood that had soaked his sleeve flowed down along the sword.

The moment that liquid touched the ground, the warriors of the Sichuan Sect all rushed toward him at once.

Slowly, a sword verse flowed from Woon-hwi’s mouth.

“The weak ultimately become dust in the mud.”

As he raised his sword, the surrounding void vibrated.

As if a single small sword had become the center of the world, the air around the sword began to breathe like a living being.

“One thought of the path of supremacy breaks my old self.”

As the second verse ended, Heo Hyeon Energy rose from the sword.

Rising like mist, it enveloped Woon-hwi’s body and made the blade gleam with radiance.

In that brief moment, Yang Ui-dong, a warrior of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin and leader of the Third Division of Cheolmyeong Hall of the Sichuan Sect, was the first to reach Woon-hwi. True to his nickname of Swift Sword, his considerably fast blade flew toward Woon-hwi, but Woon-hwi didn’t move a muscle.

“The path of slaughter is filled with fresh blood.”

The moment the third verse flowed out, Woon-hwi’s sword moved.

It wasn’t human movement. As if the sword was simply positioned where it ‘should be,’ the sword’s stance changed.

Slash—!

A blue line was drawn between Yang Ui-dong’s upper and lower body.

Before he could even feel pain, his body separated with a tearing sound. Even as blood spurted like a fountain, his eyes were still alive. The sight of his lower body settling to the ground felt slow.

He couldn’t understand.

What… is this?

“With one sword in hand, even heaven and earth fear.”

As soon as the fourth verse ended, Woon-hwi swung his sword.

The sword’s power increased explosively. Heo Hyeon Energy surged along the sword. It wasn’t simple qi. Mixed with red and blue colors, that swirling energy moved like a living being.

The five streams of energy that shot out explosively were like a verdict.

Each sword qi took different paths but all aimed toward one purpose.

Death.

The first stream pierced through the neck of a warrior at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown realm.

His head shot high as a fountain of blood painted the sky.

The second and third sword qi simultaneously pierced through two Five Dragon Peak Realm warriors.

One had his heart pierced, and the other had his forehead penetrated.

The warrior with the pierced heart collapsed while looking at the hole in his chest. The warrior with the penetrated forehead spun in place, bleeding from his eyes.

Their blood covered each other.

The fourth sword qi cut through the waist of a Yang Gwang I Hyeon warrior, and the fifth sword qi simultaneously pierced through two Yang Gwang I Hyeon warriors.

Blood formed puddles on the ground.

Cheon Pung, who had split the head of a Jucheon Gyeong warrior from the Sichuan Sect in half and folded the waist of the warrior next to him, stopped and muttered.

“…Wow…”

Woon-hwi walks.

And the sword verse wasn’t over yet.

“Regretting the foolish days of the past.”

One Sichuan Sect warrior who was about to swing his sword at Woon-hwi froze like ice in place.

He was terrified by Woon-hwi’s overwhelming presence. His body wouldn’t move.

“Abandoning the path of the weak.”

The hem of Woon-hwi’s long robe fluttered.

Moving through the wind, Woon-hwi rushed toward the Sichuan Sect warrior who stood frozen with a blank expression.

He belatedly swung his sword toward Woon-hwi, but it was meaningless.

The Heo Hyeon Energy condensed in Woon-hwi’s sword became a stream of sword qi that cut the warrior in half along with his sword, and when he swung greatly toward the two warriors behind him, their waists split in half with a tearing sound.

They collapsed without understanding the situation. No, they died.

Woon-hwi’s eyes flashed.

In his cold and calculating gaze, killing intent that could dye all of Yang-ryeong in blood settled.

Woon-hwi kicked off and pierced another person’s head.

Before the piercing sound could ring out, he pulled out the sword and blew off the head of the warrior next to him.

Immediately reaching out, he grabbed the face of a warrior standing dazed. Squeezing it crushed the head with a crunching sound.

The three corpses fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

It was red, tragic, and beautiful.

The sword verse didn’t stop.

“I have decided to walk the path of supremacy.”

Stab—!

Woon-hwi’s sword pierced through the chest of one of the remaining warriors.

“Guh… urgh…”

After pulling it out and swinging, his head shot toward the sky with a slashing sound.

“This sword is my witness.”

As the last verse ended, a blinding light exploded from Woon-hwi’s sword along with heat that seemed to burn everything.

Woon-hwi’s gaze turned to the remaining warrior.

Gwi Jin-won, a warrior belonging to the Third Division of Cheolmyeong Hall of the Sichuan Sect and a Five Dragon Peak Realm warrior, swung his sword with deadly resolve.

But he was equally helpless against Woon-hwi’s swinging sword.

First, Gwi Jin-won’s sword shattered in half, then his right arm holding it was divided into five pieces, and finally his neck and upper body were divided into twenty pieces.

A speed invisible to the naked eye.

Only the result could be seen.

What had been Gwi Jin-won scattered behind Woon-hwi.

Heaven-Defying Vast Sword.

First Song, Path of Supremacy Blood Sword.

Woon-hwi’s sword verse was finished.

One warrior survived.

It was the warrior who had been hit in the abdomen by fragments of sword qi that Woon-hwi had sent earlier, and he was now barely breathing while crawling on the ground.

Clutching the organs flowing from his abdomen, he crawled desperately before trembling and stopping.

There were feet in front of him.

Struggling to lift his head, he saw Woon-hwi.

Two emotionless eyes.

He was terrified.

“Please… spare me… please…”

Woon-hwi silently trampled his head.

Crunch.

* * *

Only silence lingered.

The three Branch Members who had been about to draw their swords and the blood-covered Cheon Pung.

And even the dozens of people who had been watching.

No one opened their mouth.

That was right.

Because I hadn’t permitted it.

I gathered the killing intent that wrapped around my entire body and also calmed the Heo Hyeon Energy.

If I had used this sword verse when I was at Jucheon Gyeong or early Flame Qi Four Stages, I would have become a killing demon at this moment and swung my sword at everything visible.

Being at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown made control somewhat possible.

“Ju So-ah.”

“…Yes… yes?”

“Have these scoundrels’ heads displayed at the main gate.”

“…All of them?”

I stared at her silently without answering.

Ju So-ah flinched, then swallowed hard and said.

“Yes… I’ll do as you say.”

Won Yang stood up from his seat and approached me, saying.

“My lord… let me explain…”

I stared at him quietly. Honestly speaking, there must have been a reason.

No matter how thoughtless, no matter how much their brain was smashed, no matter how foolish they were, it didn’t make sense for an outside organization to act like local powerbrokers in one region.

A reasonable explanation.

A justifiable reason.

There must have been an explainable reason, but.

“I don’t want to hear it from you people, so don’t speak.”

I turned my gaze away from Won Yang and looked at Han Mu-rin.

Han Mu-rin is quick-witted.

Because he’s quick, he knows what he did wrong and understands why I’m angry.

There’s only one thing he should say.

“…I’m sorry.”

An apology.

“Is that directed at me?”

“…It’s an apology to both of you.”

“At least that’s fortunate. You’re not so hopelessly stupid.”

He should apologize to me as well, but the greater apology should be to himself.

Han Mu-rin, and Won Yang and Ju So-ah should feel sorry to themselves at this moment.

I turned my head.

“You all go and bring back their heads as well. And Cheon Pung.”

“Yes, Branch Master.”

“We return to the Branch Office.”

“I obey.”

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Upon returning to the Branch Office, Woon-hwi immediately headed to Manager Seong’s residence.

And there, the moment he faced Manager Seong who was sweating profusely and smiling awkwardly.

Woon-hwi had to desperately calm his emotions.

He let out a sigh.

“What is this sorry state?”

Manager Seong, who had bowed his head as if ashamed, let out a hollow laugh at Woon-hwi’s following words.

“Are you in much pain?”

“…Do I look like it?”

“Cold sweat, a body trembling beyond control, sluggish eye movements, and imperfect qi control – at least to my eyes, you look like you’re in great pain.”

“…My body is fine, but my heart hurts.”

“Your heart…”

Woon-hwi quietly grasped Manager Seong’s hand and looked at him silently.

How could he not understand his heart?

When the master of Yang-ryeong was away, the only person who could take his place was Manager Seong.

A master of the Body Establishment Boundary was never a common level in a rural place like Yang-ryeong.

Furthermore, Woon-hwi trusted Manager Seong.

If he had to pick exactly three people he trusted most in this world, without a moment’s hesitation it would be Seol Jung-cheon, Seong Yang-ho, and Seol Yeon-hwa.

He would pick these three people.

Manager Seong knew this too, which is why his heart ached. Because he couldn’t repay that trust.

“I could have heard from the Branch Members about why this situation occurred, but I didn’t ask.”

“…”

“I thought I should hear it from Manager Seong’s mouth. Can you do it?”

“…Of course.”

Manager Seong painfully summarized and told him about what had happened.

Around Yang-ryeong, there were a total of three cities.

Jeok An, Bong Rae, and Sa Ryang.

Among these, Bong Rae was Martial Alliance territory, Jeok An was Sichuan Sect territory, and Sa Ryang was a region where the Martial Alliance and Sichuan Sect confronted each other.

Ten days ago, it wasn’t the Sichuan Sect but the sects of Jeok An that officially sent protest letters about the incident where Woon-hwi killed two Sichuan Sect martial artists.

To be precise, it was the One Sect, Three Families, Two Manors of Jeok An that belonged to the Sichuan Sect.

The main Sichuan Sect stepping forward and Sichuan Sect affiliated martial artists stepping forward are definitely different. This should never be considered the same.

A protest letter did come from the main Sichuan Sect as well, but it was merely a formal letter, and even before that letter arrived, martial artists from Jeok An’s One Sect, Three Families, Two Manors entered Yang-ryeong.

Their numbers easily exceeded several hundred, with eight masters of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, two of Harmony Realm, and one of Body Establishment Boundary.

Manager Seong said this to Lee Ja-gyeom, the sect leader of Hwaryeong Sword Gate who could be called the head of Jeok An’s One Sect, Three Families, Two Manors.

Whatever you do now, ultimately Lord Seol Woon-hwi, the master of this Yang-ryeong, is not present, so please return.

Lee Ja-gyeom said he couldn’t do that, and Manager Seong proposed a wager.

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