Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

“This is a list of those vermin, worse than maggots, who fell for the wicked schemes of those Jeok An bastards. How dare these fools turn against the grace of Lord Seol…”

“Leader Cheon.”

“…Yes.”

“If you had been even slightly later than Han Seok-hyeon, everyone around you, including yourself, would have died today.”

Cheon Eo-jin gulped nervously.

“And Han Seok-hyeon over there would have taken your place.”

Woon-hwi extended his hand toward the trembling Cheon Eo-jin.

“Han Seok-hyeon, you must also have something to give me.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Han Seok-hyeon immediately approached and handed Woon-hwi a rolled-up paper.

After unfolding the two papers and reading through them one by one, Woon-hwi chuckled softly.

“Not bad.”

“Thank you.”

Woon-hwi quietly set the two papers aside and spoke briefly.

“Leader Cheon.”

“…Yes…”

“Did I look like a fool to you?”

“No… absolutely not!”

“Yet it took you two hours.”

“…”

“You must have weighed the conditions offered by Jeok An. Were you tempted?”

Cheon Eo-jin gulped nervously.

Seol Woon-hwi.

From the first time he saw him, he thought this wasn’t someone to be taken lightly, but his insight was already reaching the heavens.

What kind of person could be this coldly calculating?

“Whatever proposal they made, it must have been tempting enough conditions. That’s why you deliberated for so long, but it seems it took quite a while to realize the one thing you were overlooking.”

Cheon Eo-jin trembled as he raised his head.

“Do I need to keep reminding you that your lifeline is in my hands?”

“No… no…”

“Do I need to explain to you one by one why I received the petition document?”

“…Absolutely not!”

“Then can I trust that such a thing will never happen again?”

Cheon Eo-jin immediately prostrated himself.

“Of course! I will absolutely never betray Lord Seol! Please trust me!!”

“I’ll trust you.”

Cheon Eo-jin raised his head with a brightened expression.

“How many warriors can Cheonha Trading Company mobilize right now?”

“…Twenty warriors of Flame Qi Four Stages. We have no warriors of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, but we have two warriors of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.”

“What about Divine Three Realm warriors?”

“Eighty.”

Twenty and eighty, a total of one hundred.

“Including the two Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown warriors, I’m thinking of using ten Flame Qi Four Stages warriors and forty Divine Three Realm warriors.”

“…Of course. I should provide them. Naturally.”

“Not right now, but in about four hours. Have them ready by then.”

“Yes… I will do so, my lord.”

“You may go.”

“Yes… sir!”

And so Cheon Eo-jin departed.

Han Seok-hyeon, who remained, smiled slightly.

“Indeed, Lord Seol’s insight is beyond even my ability to predict.”

“Is that praise?”

“It’s admiration.”

The situation was simple.

It was certain that Jeok An’s forces had approached the sects of Yang-ryeong. From Woon-hwi’s perspective, this was inevitable.

Since Yang-ryeong and Jeok An’s territories weren’t connected, they had planted ‘spies.’

Though they called them spies, it was fair to say they had recruited them.

They needed to know the information here and respond accordingly.

And to swallow all of Yang-ryeong in the name of the Sichuan Sect, that was the right approach.

Then which sects had they approached?

Other places would need investigation, but one of those sects had to be Cheonha Trading Company.

That would make things easier from Jeok An’s perspective.

Indeed, Cheon Eo-jin had deliberated.

“He’s truly a snake-like man. Jeok An told Cheonha Trading Company they would hand over all of Yang-ryeong, and as soon as he heard that, Cheon Eo-jin compiled a list of sects that Jeok An had approached. Originally, he didn’t intend to give it to you, my lord, but planned to use it to save face depending on the outcome of the fight. This time, however, his calculations were quick.”

“Were you there too?”

“I wasn’t there, but I had someone nearby. I heard it from him. I’ve completed cross-verification, so you needn’t doubt its authenticity.”

Woon-hwi smiled mysteriously.

“It must have been somewhat disappointing for you.”

“For me?”

“You could have swallowed all of Cheonha Trading Company, but it got postponed, didn’t it?”

Han Seok-hyeon burst into laughter.

“It’s fine. As you know, my lord, there’s a time for everything, isn’t there?”

“I agree.”

Han Seok-hyeon was certainly a capable man.

Too good to be wasted in such a backwater place.

“You must surely intend to erase Jeok An from this world, my lord.”

He nodded.

“If there’s anything I should do, please tell me anything.”

Woon-hwi shook his head and picked up the paper Han Seok-hyeon had given him.

“Just this much is already sufficient help from you.”

“You’re too kind.”

Han Seok-hyeon was certain.

Today, the sects listed on that paper would be erased from this world.

It was simple.

That Jeok An’s forces had approached them was understandable. Even someone other than Woon-hwi could understand that much.

But what came after was the problem.

If they didn’t inform Woon-hwi of their approach, it went beyond mere deliberation—it was fair to say they had already made their decision.

Cheon Eo-jin hadn’t rushed over and knelt down like a madman for nothing.

Han Seok-hyeon, who had been silent, spoke in a quiet voice.

“It seems there are many people who don’t understand the situation.”

“Does it look that way to you too?”

“Yes. As positions change, what becomes visible naturally changes as well.”

“And so?”

“I’m merely a merchant, so I can’t take on great tasks, but at least regarding mine excavation, you needn’t worry about anything. I promise you that much.”

He nodded.

“I trust you.”

“Thank you.”

“And gather all the sect leaders of Yang-ryeong at Yang-ryeong Hall. The time is…”

After thinking for a moment, Woon-hwi spoke briefly.

“Four hours from now.”

“Yes. I will convey that message.”

“Now I should go.”

Han Seok-hyeon, who respectfully performed the embracing fist salute, also returned to Cheonha Trading Company.

Left alone, Woon-hwi slowly raised his head to look up at the sky.

He didn’t know how long it had been.

He had always said that Manager Seong was precious to him, but he hadn’t known the extent of those feelings until now.

But seeing him lying there like that, he seemed to understand.

He closed his eyes and fell into thought.

How should he act from now on.

What would be the best way to move forward.

Jeok An.

And the One Gate Three Families Two Manors.

Would it be right to erase the city called Jeok An from this world.

Or would it be right to erase only the One Gate Three Families Two Manors.

But either way.

The hundreds of martial artists who had entered Yang-ryeong five days ago would all die.

No.

He would kill them.

* * *

Yang So operated Iron Mountain Sword Gate while staying in Seol-ap.

He could have moved to Yang-ryeong, or received the best location where Ju-ryeong Sword Gate had previously been situated, but he didn’t accept it.

He built his strength and trained his martial arts in Seol-ap, and now he had become a master of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin.

As a martial artist, ignoring the grace he received from Woon-hwi would be unthinkable.

To put it bluntly, if told to die he wouldn’t actually die, but he could at least pretend to die.

If strength was needed, he was ready to rush over immediately, whenever that might be.

That’s why he moved as soon as he received the letter that flew from Yang-ryeong.

First, he selected twenty men from Iron Mountain Sword Gate’s martial artists.

There wasn’t a single martial artist of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, but there were five of Yang Gwang I Hyeon and two of Five Dragon Peak Realm.

They were those who had entered after hearing of Yang So’s reputation for reaching Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, and they were all promising prospects from Iron Mountain Sword Gate.

He led all of them to Yang-ryeong.

The martial artists of Iron Mountain Sword Gate who naturally entered inside Yang-ryeong Branch quietly held their breath.

In front of the residence, there was a man sitting at the edge of the eaves with one hand covering his forehead.

That man was alone.

No matter where they looked around, there wasn’t a single guard, but the air itself was heavy. It was difficult to even breathe.

An tremendous weight was pressing down on all the dozens of martial artists in the vicinity.

It wasn’t simple momentum. It was a weight as if the sky had pressed down, as if a mountain was crushing their backs.

The martial artists gathered at the residence realized their own insignificance just by feeling his presence.

Overwhelming.

That word could explain everything. A dangerous stillness surrounded him, as if a dragon was crouching, as if an explosive storm was sleeping on the verge of eruption.

Even Yang So, who had reached Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, couldn’t say a word, so what more was there to say. He could only bow his head in silence.

This man was Hyeon Seol-rin.

The master of Yang-ryeong.

He slowly moved. The fingers covering his face trembled slightly.

“Yang So.”

The sound was small, but that single word echoed through the residence like thunder. At that call, Yang So immediately performed the embracing fist salute. Cold sweat ran down his spine.

“Yes. My lord.”

“Have you sharpened your blade well?”

It was a simple question, but everyone knew the meaning contained within it. Blood would flow today.

“Of course.”

Woon-hwi slowly raised his head. The hand covering his face gently lowered. Then his eyes were revealed.

Eyes that blazed as if an ancient beast was eyeing its prey. Yang So, who met that gaze, couldn’t say a single word.

“I’ll need to use your blade today.”

It was certain.

Countless lives would be cut short today.

* * *

Once again, Yang-ryeong Hall was stirring.

All the renowned sect leaders of Yang-ryeong had gathered, and this was the second time since Woon-hwi had taken control of Yang-ryeong.

Though it was the second time, the atmosphere was more solemn than the first.

That was fitting.

The fourteen heads currently hanging at Yang-ryeong’s main gate weren’t the heads of ordinary people, but the heads of the third squad members and squad leader from Cheolmyeong Hall, one of the Sichuan Sect’s main alliance strike forces.

Actually, more had died, but only fourteen could be hung. How could you possibly display heads that were completely smashed to pieces?

They couldn’t even be hung.

“…This time, the Sichuan Sect and Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace might really engage in all-out war…”

At Jin Ho-rin of Okhoamun’s words, over thirty men and women fell silent.

It was that serious.

Then why had Yang-ryeong’s branch leader called them all here?

Thinking logically, there was one thing Yang-ryeong’s branch leader absolutely had to do.

An apology.

Having promised to protect them, how could he put all of Yang-ryeong in danger?

Even if he had gained fame for stirring up Murim with baduk, wrong was still wrong.

It was just five days ago.

Five days ago, over hundreds of martial artists from Jeok An had stormed into Yang-ryeong.

At that moment, their lives had hung in those people’s hands.

Who was it that created such a situation?

Seol Woon-hwi.

It was proper that he should come and apologize.

Of course, whether Woon-hwi apologized or not, there were already those who had made up their minds regardless of such things.

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