Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 126

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Chapter 126

This is the original liquid of Ten Thousand Deaths Soul Dispersing Powder.

No matter how skilled Jang Seok was as a warrior of Jucheon Gyeong, at this distance, even a warrior of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown would find it difficult to avoid.

The Ten Thousand Deaths Soul Dispersing Powder struck the two warriors directly, and at the same time, Jang Seok drew the Dog-Beating Staff from his waist and brought it down on Yak Sang’s head as he wiped his face, then immediately swung it toward the side of Beom Gae-seok’s face next to him.

Crack-! Thud-!

Yak Sang died instantly with his forehead crushed, while Beom Gae-seok, befitting a warrior of Five Dragon Peak Realm, only took a hit to the side of his face and collapsed sideways.

“What… what are you doing…!”

Once again, he couldn’t finish his words.

Jang Seok brought down the staff with all the internal energy he could muster.

Crack-!!

“Kugh…!”

His head caved in.

He was still alive even after that.

He swung again. Thud, Beom Gae-seok caught it.

“You bastard, you caught it?”

He swung his foot. The target was Beom Gae-seok’s groin.

Thwack-!

“Keu… keugggh…”

It hit an unfortunate spot, and there was the sound of something bursting from an unfortunate area.

Only then did Beom Gae-seok, who had been gripping the Dog-Beating Staff, let go.

“These bastards. Poisoning the well? Such vicious bastards.”

“You… you crazy bastard… what are you doing right now…”

“What am I doing? This bastard still doesn’t understand the situation.”

Jang Seok never had a single thought of betraying Seol Woon-hwi.

No, to put it bluntly, whether Lee Ja-gyeom was some bastard who could fly through the sky or a peerless master, he didn’t care about any of that.

In Jang Seok’s view, Seol Woon-hwi was an existence that transcended such categories.

Just fear itself.

The moment you became his enemy, you’d surely be squeezed dry without a single drop of blood remaining.

Unless you were insane, there was no way you’d make him your enemy.

All of this was Seol Woon-hwi’s strategy to make Lee Ja-gyeom lower his guard, and Jang Seok had simply followed along.

Loyalty?

To put it bluntly, he was more loyal to Seol Woon-hwi than to the branch leader of Gae-bang.

Hadn’t he been watching Seol Woon-hwi from the closest position all this time?

He had been watching him since Seol-ap.

Making him an enemy would be the most insane choice of his entire life.

“Hey, you bastard. Master Seol did take the detour around the mountain, but would it really take six hours? Huh?”

“…What… are you saying…”

Jang Seok grinned and grabbed Beom Gae-seok’s head.

“There’s something called an underground passage in Hyeong U Mountain. If you go through there, you can arrive in three hours instead of six.”

“…What… what…?”

“Want me to tell you something interesting? Do you know why no letters are coming from Jeok An?”

“…”

“Because they’re all being intercepted in the middle! The gold mining village, Unbo Fortress in front of it. You stupid fools. Why do you think Master Seol personally headed to the transport route? Why did he personally massacre the warriors from Jeok An there? Master Seol has been preparing for this very moment from there, no, even before that. Ugh, these stupid bastards who can’t even grasp the situation.”

Jang Seok spat on his hand and began smearing it all over the Dog-Beating Staff.

“This fight is already over. The only place you’re going is the afterlife. Lee Ja-gyeom? That stupid bastard will go to the afterlife too, and all those around him will go to the afterlife as well. There’s probably someone already coming to greet you right now. Can you see? You can’t see?”

He brought down the Dog-Beating Staff.

Thwack-!

“Look carefully. You should be able to see.”

“Stop… stop…”

“Stop? Stop my ass.”

He struck down once more.

Thwack-!!

* * *

In the quiet night air, black shadows gathered in front of the main gate entrance of Jeok An.

At the very front was Seol Woon-hwi.

His eyes gleamed coldly, and around him, warriors from Yang-ryeong and Bong Rae were densely lined up.

A full two hundred elite warriors.

Their momentum covered the night sky.

As Seol Woon-hwi slowly stepped forward, everyone followed him. The gates of Jeok An were crudely closed. The massive iron doors were solid, but the soldiers of Jeok An guarding them were gripped by fear.

Why were these people here?

This was truly incomprehensible.

Seol Woon-hwi stopped walking. A moment of quiet silence flowed.

He spoke quietly.

“Open it.”

As if not knowing what to do, the soldiers looked at each other, but they made their decision after Seol Woon-hwi’s following words.

“If you don’t open it, I will kill you.”

What had happened to the magistrate who previously ruled Yang-ryeong?

Everyone had witnessed that end. This couldn’t be helped.

The soldiers opened the gate, and Seol Woon-hwi entered inside Jeok An.

Those wandering the streets looked on in great shock at the procession of warriors.

Seol Woon-hwi spoke quietly.

“Ju So-ah.”

At Seol Woon-hwi’s call, a woman in black robes stepped forward. Though a smile graced her face, her eyes were very cold.

“Take Han Mu-rin and Cheon Pung and capture the military commander of Jeok An alive.”

Ju So-ah lightly bowed her head and asked.

“What should we do with the other people?”

Seol Woon-hwi’s voice was chilling.

“Make sure to give each one a chance.”

“A chance?”

“Spare those who surrender, and kill all those who resist.”

A smile spread across Ju So-ah’s lips.

“Understood.”

She took Cheon Pung and Han Mu-rin who were behind her and quickly disappeared toward the government office.

Seol Woon-hwi stopped in place.

“Song Ui-gyeong.”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Take the warriors of Bong Rae and annihilate the Sam-ga family, and bring back ten heads of key figures.”

“Understood.”

Thunder Lightning Sword Song Ui-gyeong led the warriors of Bong Rae and moved to the side.

Their number reached a full hundred.

“Shin Jang-hu.”

At Seol Woon-hwi’s call, a sharp-eyed middle-aged man came to Seol Woon-hwi’s side. Seol Woon-hwi commanded.

“You take the warriors of Yang-ryeong and annihilate the Lee family. Don’t leave a single seed and kill them all, then bring back ten heads.”

“Understood.”

The warriors of Yang-ryeong also departed. Their number was one hundred twenty, so now only about twenty people including Seol Woon-hwi remained.

“Won Yang, Yang So.”

As if they had been waiting, Won Yang and Yang So came to Seol Woon-hwi’s side.

“You do the same. Erase Hwaryeong Sword Gate from this world and bring back the heads of key figures.”

“Understood.”

Everyone departed, and only two people remained in place: Seol Woon-hwi and Manager Seong.

Screams and cries could be heard from all corners of Jeok An.

Woon-hwi raised his head and looked around.

Near the main gate of Jeok An, there was a government office chair. It was a splendid chair painted red, probably used when the county magistrate made his rounds.

The quick-witted Manager Seong could tell what he wanted just by looking at Woon-hwi’s eyes.

So he quickly ran over and brought the chair in front of Woon-hwi.

Woon-hwi slowly sat down in that chair.

His appearance was like that of an emperor ascending to the throne.

“I’d like to drink some tea.”

Manager Seong was momentarily flustered, but ran toward one of the nearby taverns.

He soon returned with tea utensils and warm water.

Woon-hwi quietly began to brew tea.

His hand movements were like those of a sage performing a tea ceremony in a peaceful garden.

Though chaos continued around him, Woon-hwi alone maintained a tranquility detached from it all.

The sight was so incongruous that even those running away stopped to stare blankly.

In the distance, flames shot up toward the sky.

It was in the direction of the Three Families. That firelight illuminated Woon-hwi’s face. He calmly lifted his teacup and took a sip.

“Blood Plum Blossom Tea… Not bad.”

Blood Plum Blossom Tea was made from the petals of blood plum blossoms that grew in Jeok An.

It was something of a local specialty, with a plum blossom-like fragrance mixed with a slight metallic scent, while being sweet with a hint of bitterness.

Above all, it was very popular in various regions due to its effects of promoting blood circulation and relieving fatigue.

“Would you like a cup?”

Manager Seong shook his head.

“I’m fine, Young Master.”

Woon-hwi nodded silently and savored his tea again.

Screams and the sound of burning could be heard from all over the city.

Before long, flames erupted.

This time it was in the direction of the Two Manors.

It dyed the night sky red.

Woon-hwi closed his eyes.

And listened carefully.

Screams, the sound of collapsing buildings, crying…

Woon-hwi’s expression remained peaceful as he listened to all of it.

This was the Murim.

In the Murim, killing and being killed was daily life, and the victor took everything.

If you couldn’t take it, you were weak, and for the weak, there was only death.

People began running through the streets to escape.

Men, women, children… they were all terrified.

Some of them passed in front of Woon-hwi, but froze the moment they saw him.

That overwhelming presence, the too-stable appearance of the mastermind behind all this without a trace of guilt.

It was beyond incongruous—it was eerie. And completely incomprehensible.

It was natural to fear such an existence.

Woon-hwi opened his eyes.

“Let those unrelated to the One Sect, Three Families, and Two Manors pass through.”

“Th… thank you…”

Those who had been frozen began to flee again.

Woon-hwi remained quietly in place, and Manager Seong also held his position. It was then.

A man knelt before Woon-hwi and spoke.

“Seol Woon… Lord Hyeon Seol-rin…! Please spare me… I beg you…”

He looked down at the man quietly.

His clothing, the sword at his waist, his disheveled appearance.

How he breathed, and his movements.

“Are you from Hwaryeong Sword Gate?”

“Yes… that’s right… But I’ve only been a member of Hwaryeong Sword Gate for three years… Please spare my life.”

The man said this, and Woon-hwi spoke briefly.

“Kill him.”

“By your command.”

Manager Seong drew his sword with lightning speed and severed the man’s neck.

Swoosh—!

The head shot up into the sky.

Even amid this, Woon-hwi calmly took another sip of tea.

“Manager Seong.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Have you gotten used to it now?”

Normally, Manager Seong would have tried to stop Woon-hwi.

What are you trying to do, let’s just stop here, things like that.

But not this time.

“I’ve learned something by your side, Young Master.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I’m also a martial artist in my own right, but I failed to protect what I wanted to protect as a martial artist.”

Woon-hwi wasn’t a fool, so he immediately understood what Manager Seong was referring to.

“You’re talking about collapsing.”

“Yes.”

“There’s no need to dwell on it.”

Manager Seong shook his head.

“I will protect you, Young Master. But I had completely collapsed to the point where I couldn’t control my body.”

“Haven’t I been in such situations several times as well?”

At those words, Manager Seong turned to look at Woon-hwi. Woon-hwi continued.

“Just as Manager Seong cares for me, I also care for Manager Seong.”

“…Young Master…”

“I was sincere when I said not to dwell on it. When I’m in trouble, Manager Seong helps me, and when Manager Seong is in trouble, I help him. There’s no need to blame yourself for failing to help once, is there?”

Manager Seong scratched his head.

“Prepare yourself mentally. If Manager Seong doesn’t finish things today, it will become more troublesome.”

“Why are you putting pressure on me?”

“Are you not confident?”

Manager Seong let out a hollow laugh.

“As if.”

“Then that’s settled.”

It was when Woon-hwi closed his eyes.

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