Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 123

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Chapter 123

No more screams or sounds of clashing weapons could be heard from outside.

Everyone was dead.

Woon-hwi picked up the liquor and filled a cup.

Then he handed it to Heuk Yeong-gyeol.

“This is the last one. Would you like to drink before you go?”

“…If I begged for my life… would you spare me?”

Woon-hwi chuckled softly.

“As if that would happen.”

Woon-hwi set down the cup and spoke briefly.

“Manager Seong.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Kill him.”

“By your command.”

Thunk-!

Seong Yang-ho’s hidden dagger pierced through Heuk Yeong-gyeol’s throat.

* * *

He opened the door and came outside.

The front of the Bunta Residence was filled with corpses.

Looking around quietly, he asked.

“What’s the damage situation?”

As if he had been waiting, Won Yang quickly came over and answered.

“Four seriously wounded, fifteen lightly wounded, no deaths.”

It was satisfactory.

The delegation numbered forty, while the warriors waiting here numbered one hundred.

Though there was more than a two-fold difference, blades have no eyes.

He had thought there would definitely be casualties, but the fact that there were no deaths was very encouraging.

Naturally, among the Branch Members, there was no damage except for Cheon Pung and Han Mu-rin suffering light injuries.

Having gained tremendous real combat experience while being with me, this was right.

He turned his head to look at Song Ui-gyeong.

Perhaps because massacring dozens of people had become very rare lately, he wore a very excited expression.

“Song Ui-gyeong.”

“…Yes, Branch Leader.”

“I want to ask, do you regret agreeing to become my sword?”

Song Ui-gyeong shook his head.

“I don’t regret it at all.”

His sincerity showed. That was enough.

“Cut off the heads of these dead bastards and send them to Lee Ja-gyeom.”

Song Ui-gyeong’s eyes sparkled.

“Is there no letter?”

“None. Just send the corpses.”

He took the Embracing Fist stance and shouted.

“By your command-!”

It was rare to use a Harmony Realm master as a subordinate.

It was very satisfactory.

He turned his head as he was.

At quite a distance, he could see a man trembling.

The Branch’s Medicine Hall had been completed not long ago and all the medicinal materials had been brought in.

He had posted a notice to find a director to take charge of it, and there were a total of four applicants.

Among them, I personally selected one man, and that was him.

His name was Lee Myeong-hwa.

He was forty years old.

He was from the Sambon Region of distant Gyeguk, a descendant of the prestigious medical family, the Taewon Lee clan.

He had about 20 years of rich experience and possessed excellent medical skills in treating wounds and recovering from internal injuries, and was particularly well-versed in detoxification methods for poisons.

His martial arts level was Jucheon Gyeong.

Interestingly, he also had a nickname.

Poison Master.

He accurately understood the properties of rare medicinal materials and was knowledgeable about preservation methods. Among the four applicants mentioned earlier, there were men more outstanding than Lee Myeong-hwa, but I pointed to Lee Myeong-hwa without a moment’s hesitation.

It was because of ‘one’ reason.

When I gestured for him to come over, he walked over with trembling steps.

His walking posture, his eyes, and the movement of his shoulders and waist.

Most of all, that appearance when his soles pushed against the ground.

Truly.

Really truly impressive.

“…Did you call for me… Branch Leader?”

“Were you very startled?”

Lee Myeong-hwa blinked his eyes.

I reached out and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. In the world of warriors, such conflicts and fights are daily occurrences, aren’t they?”

“…Even so… among the countless things I’ve experienced, there haven’t been incidents of this magnitude…”

I smiled slightly.

“Your courage seems quite small compared to your abilities.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. We just need to do our respective jobs properly, don’t we?”

“…Yes. That’s right. We just need to do our jobs properly.”

“As the director of the Medicine Hall, treat those who are wounded and distribute appropriate medicinal materials to them. Also, evenly distribute the Spirit Pills in the warehouse and give them to the warriors present here.”

There was someone who was particularly pleased by those words, and that was Yang So, who couldn’t go to Seol-ap and was tied up here faithfully following my orders.

“Lee Myeong-hwa.”

“…Yes, Branch Leader.”

Looking at him quietly, I spoke as if throwing the words out.

“Keep this in mind. Just do your job. Understand?”

“I understand.”

From Lee Myeong-hwa who said that, nothing could be seen except the appearance of a frightened pharmacist, but that was when ordinary people looked at him.

Not for me.

When I turned my head, I could see Manager Seong. When our eyes met, Manager Seong immediately ran to my front, and I spoke to him in a small voice.

“There’s something to do.”

“Please order me to do anything.”

After telling Manager Seong something, I headed straight into the residence.

I was thinking of doing some energy circulation.

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Late at night.

Woon-hwi, who had been doing energy circulation in his residence, opened his eyes.

Across from him, a middle-aged man who had come at some unknown time was looking down at Woon-hwi with his arms crossed.

That gaze was truly intimidating.

Woon-hwi smiled broadly.

“Are you perhaps angry?”

“As if.”

“I told you to come avoiding attention, but are you angry because of that perhaps?”

“That’s not it either.”

After Woon-hwi got up from his seat, he took the Embracing Fist stance.

“I greet the Palace Lord of the Snow Palace.”

Seol Jung-cheon chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“Enough. This isn’t a public place, and this is a private meeting between father and son, so there’s no need to be so formal.”

Woon-hwi looked around. The flow of energy within a certain range was different from that outside.

“You’ve set up an energy barrier.”

“Didn’t I tell you to come quietly?”

“Then please remove the barrier for a moment.”

“Very well.”

The flow became uniform.

Woon-hwi spoke.

“Manager Seong, are you outside?”

An immediate response came.

“Yes. Young Master. I’m here.”

“I’ll be resting for about two hours. During that time, don’t let anyone inside.”

“What about ‘that thing’ you mentioned before?”

“Let me know when the preparations are complete.”

“Understood.”

The presence moved away. After confirming this, Seol Jung-cheon looked at Woon-hwi.

“Seong Yang-ho is clearly your person, yet you’re hiding something even from him?”

“Yes.”

On the day he treated Seol Mu-ryun, Woon-hwi had summoned his father through Hyeon Sim.

Though the expression was somewhat awkward, it was literally a summoning.

Whether it was Hyeon Sim or Seol Jung-cheon, anyone would be bewildered by this. How could the youngest dare to summon the leader who headed the massive organization called the Snow Palace?

Seol Jung-cheon was curious.

Because Woon-hwi wasn’t someone who would do this without reason.

Knowing about the regression, Seol Jung-cheon was, to put it crudely, dying of curiosity.

The two immediately sat facing each other at a table located in the corner of the residence.

“Now, tell me.”

Woon-hwi nodded and skipped all the preliminaries, getting straight to the point.

“I intend to elevate Father to Primordial Sole Existence.”

Seol Jung-cheon was someone who rarely showed changes in expression, both internally and externally. Though he had shown many smiles and moments of bewilderment when looking at Woon-hwi, that was just his nature.

However, he was now showing an expression he had never displayed at any moment before.

With his mouth agape, Seol Jung-cheon had never been this bewildered in his entire life.

“…Me…?”

“Yes.”

“…Is that even possible?”

“It’s not impossible. Father has ears to hear, so you must have heard everything.”

“I did hear. The Martial Alliance’s Geum Do-gi-hyeop Wang Mu-ha and the Hidden Sword Hand Jang Mu-jin, and recently Huashan First Peak Sim Mun-ryong who became one of the Twelve Cold Spirits, plus three others whose realms were elevated.”

When Woon-hwi nodded, Seol Jung-cheon continued.

“But would it be possible for me as well?”

“It won’t be easy. No matter how much enlightenment is given through the means of baduk, the Five Realms of Martial God is difficult.”

Woon-hwi’s gaze was cold and serious.

It wasn’t simply that of the youngest among the Extreme Descendants, but the eyes of someone who had been the Blood Heaven Middle Emperor of the Origin Blood Sect that had dominated the entire Central Plains in his previous life.

“Without anyone knowing, come find me every half month. And if you ascend to Primordial Sole Existence, no one must know about it.”

“It sounds like you’re telling me to act.”

“Yes. You must hide it from Yang Seol-jin at least.”

“Hmm…”

“Though it will be difficult, you must act as much as possible like you’re still at Great Void Formless.”

Having said that, Woon-hwi took out three sheets of paper from his chest and placed them in front of Seol Jung-cheon.

Seol Jung-cheon silently received and read through them, his eyes widening greatly.

“…I heard from Juche. You obtained a ledger with the list of Origin Blood Sect spies.”

“Yes.”

“The number of sects written in that ledger was twenty in total, and Sim Mun-ryong swept them all away… but there were more?”

“There were more. And I judged that these shouldn’t be revealed now.”

Seol Jung-cheon closed his eyes.

“…My heart aches.”

“I thought I should show them to Father at least.”

“…”

“And Father will surely guess the reason.”

“Of course. If we strike down these three sects now, the Snow Palace will weaken, and the Origin Blood Sect, Sichuan Sect, and even the Martial Alliance will create justifications that didn’t exist and push in.”

Woon-hwi silently and quietly looked at Seol Jung-cheon.

“Is that why? The reason I must ascend to Primordial Sole Existence?”

“Yes. If Father ascends to Primordial Sole Existence, we can catch not only those three sects but also the spies within the Snow Palace. When that time comes, the Snow Palace that was like a sand castle will become a solid iron fortress.”

At this moment, Seol Jung-cheon was truly curious.

Just who.

“Who is our enemy?”

Woon-hwi briefly closed his eyes, organized his thoughts, and then answered clearly.

“The Vice Sect Leader of the Origin Blood Sect, Yu Cheong.”

“…Not Cheon Do-ja?”

“Not just Cheon Do-ja, not Gun Mu-gyeol of the Martial Alliance, not Kang Cheon-u of the Sichuan Sect. It’s Vice Sect Leader Yu Cheong. He has the ambition to rebuild the Thousand Year Demon Sect and has his eyes on the Snow Palace’s ‘legend.'”

This was the conclusion Woon-hwi had reached.

Otherwise, it couldn’t be explained.

Woon-hwi’s ability to regress was thanks to a treasure in the Snow Mountain. Could that treasure simply be an object that turns back time?

Probably not.

It was surely a truly rare fragment of defying heaven that could shake the laws of this world.

He didn’t know if Yu Cheong was aware of it.

But he had made efforts to find that treasure yet ultimately failed to locate it.

The fact that his movements weren’t free played a part, but surely it was in a place no one could predict.

Unless one was as crazy as Woon-hwi, no one would cut down the Snow Mountain.

Even if one wanted to cut it, not just anyone could do such a thing.

At that time, Woon-hwi’s realm was at the very end of Primordial Sole Existence.

One had to be at that level to make it possible.

“It sounds like you’re saying to do things step by step, one at a time.”

“That’s right. We just need to solve things one by one.”

Seol Jung-cheon, who had been quietly looking at Woon-hwi, asked a question.

“What do you plan to do about Jeok An?”

“I will devour it.”

“Hmm… What about Sa Ryang?”

“The same.”

“What about Divine Ginseng Valley?”

“Though there’s a powerful neutral organization called Paemun inside, it’s fine.”

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