Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112

Woon-hwi drew his sword and sheathed it back into its scabbard.

“Today, Cheon Eo-jin will pay for all the drinks in this place, so those who want to drink can help themselves. And Shin Jang-hu.”

“Yes… Branch Leader… No, Great Hero!”

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you start moving quickly from now on?”

“…The Great Hero is right! I will visit the branch by tomorrow.”

Having said that, Shin Jang-hu left Yang-ryeong Hall faster than anyone else.

Woon-hwi briefly scanned the faces of the people in that place and then turned around without a word.

How rewards and punishments are distributed.

They had all witnessed everything directly.

It’s basic common sense.

What’s the first thing you must do when starting a war?

Internal discipline.

That’s where it all begins.

Woon-hwi, who had come outside and was walking, raised his head.

Raindrops were falling from the sky.

Yang-ryeong is a place with very unpredictable weather.

Although it’s greatly influenced by the massive Snow Mountain, it doesn’t always snow.

Sometimes it rains.

Like now.

This rain would wash away some of Yang-ryeong’s bloodstains.

* * *

The drizzling rain had turned into a downpour before they knew it.

Thunder roared as if it would tear their eardrums, and the world was instantly dyed gray.

“Ugh…”

Ya Seok-myeong, the general manager of the Yeon Clan’s trading company, muttered as he shook off the rainwater.

Rain was like a disaster for those leading merchant caravans.

Mountain paths become muddy, cargo gets wet, and visibility becomes poor.

Naturally, everything gets delayed and becomes dangerous as a result.

This couldn’t be helped.

“We’ll take a break. Set up the tents.”

At Ya Seok-myeong’s command, the merchants and porters began moving quickly.

What kind of place is the Yeon Clan?

It’s one of the core forces of Jeok An.

Naturally, when sending out merchant caravans like this, they would attach elite warriors as escorts.

Those four warriors who maintained their dignity even in the rain were those elites.

The strongest warrior was at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, one at Five Dragon Peak Realm, and two at Yang Gwang I Hyeon.

This was truly elite, and below them were roughly twenty warriors at Divine Three Realm.

Including the porters, regular escorts, and merchants, it was a procession of nearly a hundred people.

Yang Il-mun, the master at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, was in a very bad mood.

Damn it.

He looked up at the sky and spat.

“To be delayed because of this damn rain.”

That’s when it happened.

The sound of footsteps came through the downpour. At first, they couldn’t notice it because it was buried in the sound of rain, but gradually the sound became clearer.

Yang Il-mun frowned and narrowed his eyes.

It was four figures wearing black hats.

In the midst of raindrops falling steadily, a man of enormous build standing at the front was visible.

Setting aside his grinning face, his body was an incredible giant of nearly seven feet tall.

The rainwater flowing down his broad shoulders was impressive, and his footsteps seemed to shake the ground.

The three figures behind him were each different.

One was a woman with a slender build, another had cloth covering half their face, and the last person was a young man whose eyes flashed with killing intent.

General Manager Ya Seok-myeong stepped forward.

“Who are you!”

The giant opened his mouth.

“Are you Ya Seok-myeong?”

“…That’s right.”

“General Manager Ya Seok-myeong of the Yeon Clan?”

“I already said yes. Reveal your identity.”

The giant grinned.

“We came from Yang-ryeong.”

At those words, Ya Seok-myeong’s eyes widened.

“Yang-ryeong? You mean that Yang-ryeong of the Snow Palace?”

The giant’s laughter echoed through the downpour.

“You know well. That very Yang-ryeong. I am Cheon Pung, the deputy branch leader of Yang-ryeong Branch.”

At those words, the woman wearing cloth struck Cheon Pung’s shoulder.

“Hey, you… How can you reveal that so openly now? Are you crazy?”

“Oh my, use formal speech.”

“Formal speech my ass, you stupid…”

“What are you so worried about?”

“…Huh?”

“We’re going to kill them all anyway.”

Cheon Pung’s cold gaze pierced into Ya Seok-myeong’s chest.

His heart seemed to sink.

Crazy…

That bastard is real.

“Well, isn’t that how life goes? Still, I’m someone who knows morality, so let me tell you the reason first. A few days ago, warriors from Jeok An entered Yang-ryeong and caused all sorts of trouble. If either I or the branch leader had been there, such things would never have happened… What do they call this? That… when the tiger is away, the fox plays king… something like that?”

“…”

“Anyway, we came to collect the price for that.”

Yang Il-mun, the warrior at Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, stepped forward.

“I can’t listen to any more of this. Final warning. All of you get lost…”

“Oh my, you damn bastard. How dare a mere servant butt into someone else’s conversation!”

Cheon Pung drew the great sword he was carrying on his back and charged straight at him.

From Yang Il-mun’s perspective, it was absurd.

Servant?

I’m a servant?

That soon became anger.

Yang Il-mun also drew his sword and swung it mercilessly.

The Yeon Clan has three renowned martial arts in total.

One of them is the Flame Flower Strange Sword, and Yang Il-mun was a warrior who had mastered that Flame Flower Strange Sword.

A single sword strike containing overwhelming destructive power, which was very impressive, extended toward Cheon Pung, and Cheon Pung also swung his great sword.

Kwaaaaang-!!

The swords clashed in mid-air with a thunderous roar.

Through the raindrops bursting in all directions, Cheon Pung stepped back one step while Yang Il-mun’s body floated up and he stepped back almost four steps.

His eyes shook violently.

“…Oh ho… For a servant bastard, you can use a sword quite well.”

“…Who keeps calling me a servant!!”

Cheon Pung chuckled and said quietly.

“Kill them all.”

That was an order given to the branch members, and as soon as those words fell, there was a woman who brushed past Cheon Pung.

Sharp eyes revealed through thin cloth stared directly at Yang Il-mun.

“…Who are you…!”

That became his last words.

Ju So-ah’s sword, drawn before anyone noticed, was thinner and longer than ordinary swords.

It looked almost like a soft sword, but it was definitely a sword.

Her legs pushed off the ground and her wrist moved.

Then the sword began to dance like a living snake.

Salgeom-mun’s secret martial art.

Spirit Snake Soul-Cutting Sword.

Swish-!

Yang Il-mun’s head shot up into the sky.

Ju So-ah didn’t stop. She could see two warriors across from her.

Their level was Five Dragon Peak Realm.

She kicked off again. Rainwater splashed as her body stretched out long.

Swish-!

Swish-!

The two warriors’ heads shot up into the sky.

The remaining Yang Gwang I Hyeon warrior was terrified.

At a glance, he was no match.

He had to run.

With that thought, he turned his body.

But there was a man faster than him.

In this heavy rain, something that absolutely shouldn’t be there was right before his eyes.

It was black flames.

Demonic Fire.

A man wrapped in it swung his sword.

Terrified, he jerked his head back.

He dodged it.

Thinking that, he moved his feet and shifted his body backward, and the agile man who had swung the sword also kicked off.

Every time his legs touched the ground, demonic fire bloomed.

This.

He had heard of it before.

Wasn’t this the Returning Fire Flowing Shadow Step of Mixed Path Demon Flame Palace, one of the Four Demonic Outer Sects?

Han Mu-rin’s sword thrust toward his shocked face.

Thunk-!

It pierced precisely through his forehead and immediately began vibrating madly.

Boom-!!

It exploded the man’s head completely.

Han Mu-rin mercilessly turned his body.

There were many visible before his eyes.

He intended to kill them all.

Around the time he was drawing his sword and committing massacre, there was a woman facing off against five warriors.

Slowly, her sword moved in a circle.

It was the first technique of Blue Feather Sword Technique that Woon-hwi had personally created for her.

Won Yang kicked off. Two warriors swung their swords at Won Yang as she rushed forward, but her sword moved to avoid the two blades.

Swish-!

She took one’s neck, then curved like dancing in the air and swept past the other’s neck.

Blue Feather Returns to Heaven.

She immediately lowered her body as a sword swept over her head.

Won Yang tilted her sword to the side.

Like a bird’s wing.

As if preparing to soar into the sky.

What extended straight out pierced the heart of the warrior who had swung his sword toward Won Yang’s head.

Flying Wings Pierce Frost.

Her eyes sank deeply.

After pulling out the sword embedded in the heart, she kicked off.

Two warriors were visible.

She could see their swords and the movement of their muscles.

Won Yang, who instantly found the optimal path, dove between the two.

Rustle, rustle.

The two swords that swept past Won Yang only cut the hem of her long robe.

That was all.

The sword traced trajectories like two swallows taking flight.

One aimed for the neck, one for the belly. The two warriors took defensive stances to dodge.

Swish-!

Thunk-!

Neck and abdomen were pierced.

Boom-!!

They exploded completely.

It was a mix of Willow Swallow Twin Movement, the final technique of Blue Feather Sword Technique, and Heaven Killing Wolf Star Formula.

Won Yang’s gaze moved.

She had no personal grudge against these people.

But it was something that had to be done.

As Woon-hwi said, they had committed wrongs.

Responsibility didn’t only belong to the branch chief who managed a region.

Branch members also had it.

Therefore, they had to do things ordinary people wouldn’t do.

They had to take responsibility.

These people were one of the Jeok An sects that had entered Yang-ryeong at that time.

They all had to be killed.

Killing all of them was truly taking responsibility.

Crash-!!

A warrior struck by Cheon Pung’s great sword flew toward Won Yang.

Turning her gaze to the side, she saw his whole body was pulverized – truly brutish strength no matter when she saw it.

Won Yang immediately rushed toward the other warriors.

Swish, swish.

The sounds of necks being severed and limbs being cut echoed endlessly.

Voices saying to run, to spare their lives.

Screams filled with despair were echoing.

Meanwhile, one man was grinning as he walked.

It was Cheon Pung.

Every time he walked, there was a man backing away – it was Ya Seok-myeong, the grand steward of the Yeon Clan.

“Please… just spare my life…”

Cheon Pung only smiled silently.

“…You can’t kill all of us anyway! How could just four people kill all hundred of us! Above all, it’s raining heavily now, so that’s absolutely impossible!”

“So?”

“So… I also want… to live.”

Cheon Pung shook his head.

“I’m sitting in a position where I take responsibility as deputy branch chief, but aren’t you the grand steward?”

“…That’s…”

“Then you should naturally take responsibility like me. Where do you think you’re going alone? Damn bastard.”

Cheon Pung reached out and grabbed Ya Seok-myeong’s head.

“That… Our sect leader always has something he says whenever he kills someone… what was it… if there’s an afterlife… no, that’s not it, become a ghost… was that it?”

As if remembering, Cheon Pung broke into a broad smile.

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