Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 137

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Chapter 137

“We need to expand our intelligence network. We must find out about Seol Woon-hwi’s plans, what weaknesses he has, all of it.”

“How about using the Beggar’s Sect?”

“I don’t think it’s good to entrust everything to them. Just as we have the Beggar’s Sect, that bastard has the Beggar’s Sect too.”

“Hmm…”

“I’ll infiltrate the Red Fire Ghost Shadow into Jeok An.”

Jang Un-hong’s eyes widened.

Who was the Red Fire Ghost Shadow?

First of all, an assassin. An assassin, but skilled in mask-making and his own disguise arts were at a very high level. His martial arts realm was Five Energy Harmonizing Origin.

He was very skilled at miscellaneous techniques, so there shouldn’t be any major problems with infiltration.

“And how about breaking the relationship between Seol Woon-hwi and Song Ui-gyeong?”

“That would be excellent if it happened. But the method…”

Jang Un-hong smiled.

“Among my subordinates, there’s someone close to Song Ui-gyeong’s disciple. I’ll try to find his weakness through him.”

“Use that weakness to sow suspicion?”

“That’s right.”

“Hehehe… This is… certainly an amazing person. I, Kang Mo, am impressed today.”

These two people planned to politely refuse Woon-hwi’s proposal.

The power they had enjoyed as the ruling force of Sa Ryang until now.

This was something they absolutely could not give up.

They would hold out until support from the main alliance arrived while causing problems.

Seol Woon-hwi would be too busy protecting the inside to even pay attention to Sa Ryang.

If he wanted Sa Ryang, Seol Woon-hwi would also have to pay the price.

They would make it so.

“No matter how clever that bastard is, he still lacks experience to swim in the deep waters of Murim. We’ll make him realize that fact.”

Jang Un-hong and Kang Cheol-san discussed detailed plans before departing for Sa Ryang.

The sound of hoofbeats disappeared into the darkness.

And at the place where the two had disappeared.

A man dropped down from the sky.

He had clearly fallen from a tremendous height, but like a feather landing, not even a scratch was made on the ground.

An interested smile appeared on the lips of the ‘old man’ who carried a massive spear nearly 2 jang long on his back.

“Look at these bastards…?”

The old man thought about something for a moment at that spot, then turned around and walked away.

* * *

Woon-hwi, who had been swinging his sword in the training ground, slowly loosened his neck.

Blood vessels, muscles, nerves.

Everything was normal.

He had used more blood energy than expected in the process of killing the Black Flame Demon Beast Woo Rin, but this level of recovery was remarkably fast.

And from now on, he could move directly.

“…Really, you seem to be a monster.”

He turned his head at the voice that suddenly reached him.

It was Ju So-ah.

She was holding out a bowl filled with liquid.

“Drink this. It’s a mix of Sinsamhwa, white poria, and some licorice, and it’s supposed to help with recovery.”

He took it as offered.

“Did Lee Myeong-hwa from the Medicine Hall make this?”

“Yes, well, you personally selected him, so you should know his skills well.”

He chuckled.

“I know well.”

He knew too well, which was the problem.

He drank it down without hesitation.

“Oh, I didn’t mention it, but that’s called Sinsamhwan Origin Tea.”

The immediate reaction confirmed it was well made.

“I have something I’m really curious about, can I ask?”

“Go ahead.”

“It’s nothing major, but I heard from Manager Seong that you gave Sa Ryang County a deadline of two days?”

“To be precise, it was one day.”

“Didn’t that one day pass today?”

“It did.”

“…Should I call people?”

“Who?”

“You know. Yang So from Jeok An, Sect Leader Song from Bong Rae… we should call everyone we can.”

He shook his head.

“There’s no need for that.”

“Then are you planning to resolve it through dialogue this time?”

“As if.”

Ju So-ah let out a hollow laugh.

“I thought so. I’m fine, so if you need anything, just tell me. I’ll polish your sword…”

Ju So-ah stopped speaking. Her expression instantly turned cold. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation.

Ju So-ah drew her sword and immediately swung it toward my side.

Thud, and thud.

The sound of Ju So-ah’s sword being caught and someone’s ‘sword’ being caught.

I slowly turned my head.

There was an old man who had appeared without me knowing when.

On his back was a massive spear nearly 2 jang long, with a sun-darkened face and long hair mixed with some gray.

And he was a mysterious old man with golden eyes that resembled a dragon’s pupils.

In his right hand was Ju So-ah’s sword, and in his left hand was Manager Seong’s sword.

“Hehe, you young brats, when you see an elder, you should greet with words. How dare you point swords at me. Hm?”

The old man’s eyes were fixed on me.

I didn’t avoid the old man’s gaze either.

“…Bastard… you look really unpleasant.”

“If that’s a compliment, I’ll accept it gratefully. Senior Gwang.”

“It’s not me?”

“How could I not know?”

My gaze turned to the spear carried on the old man’s back.

“A 2 jang long spear with everything including the spearhead dyed black, and the spearhead has a strange shape like a dragon’s tooth, and I can even feel the energy of lightning, so this must be the Heaven Thunder Black Dragon Spear. As far as I know, there’s only one owner of the Heaven Thunder Black Dragon Spear.”

Black Face Spear King Gwang Han.

When I once attacked the Cheonrim Branch in Cheongsu Village, I faced a Five Energy Harmonizing Origin spearman.

His alias was Angry Sea Single Dragon, his name was Tak Geuk.

His master was precisely Gwang Han.

There was a message to deliver to Gwang Han, but it wasn’t like he was lost or anything, he came later than expected.

“Bastard… for a bastard son of Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, you have quite good insight.”

It was when he released the swords of the two people caught in both hands.

“Hey hey hey? This crazy old bastard!? How dare you, where do you think this place is!”

With Cheon Pung’s shout, his great sword struck down from the sky.

In that brief moment.

I sent a telepathic message to Gwang Han.

-He’s my person. If you kill him, there will be no information about the Divine Spear.

Gwang Han frowned and swung his arm.

Kwaaaaang-!!

It was the moment when Cheon Pung, who had flown away at a speed even faster than he had come flying with a thunderous roar, crashed into the ground.

Gwang Han tilted his head.

“…Hmm…?”

He even made a strange sound.

Just as I was about to intervene to start a conversation, Gwang Han looked at me and raised his hand.

“You wait for now.”

Gwang Han’s gaze was fixed on Cheon Pung.

And his gaze was full of ‘interest’.

* * *

Cheon Pung was on the verge of fainting right now.

No, I was the one who swung the sword, so why am I the one flying away?

His whole body was churning. It didn’t seem like he had suffered internal injuries, but this wasn’t because Cheon Pung was amazing.

The old man had controlled it that way.

A master who had subdued even Manager Seong and Ju So-ah with one hand. And not just any master, but a supreme master.

“Boy. What’s your name?”

“…Me… me?”

“Yes, you. What’s your name?”

“…It’s Cheon Pung.”

“Cheon Pung… Cheon Pung… Your level is Yanggwang Ihyeon, but… your physical strength is quite something.”

“…Thank… you…?”

“Enough. Try holding this.”

Saying that, Gwang Han grabbed the spear he was carrying on his back and threw it.

Cheon Pung caught it with a startled expression, and it must have been quite heavy as his legs sank into the ground.

Surprisingly, Cheon Pung didn’t fall over or anything.

That was enough.

The weight of the Heavenly Thunder Black Dragon Spear was a whopping 216 geun (129.6kg).

He didn’t just throw it either, but put some internal energy into it as well.

It should weigh at least half again more than 216 geun, yet he caught it and his body was fine.

“…Huh? Look at that? He caught that? With just Yanggwang Ihyeon level?”

Gwang Han felt tremendous interest.

No, this wasn’t interest.

It was the pull of destiny.

“Cheon Pung.”

At Gwang Han’s suddenly gentle voice, Cheon Pung almost got goosebumps all over his body. And at the words that followed, he finally did get goosebumps.

“You, want to be my third disciple?”

At those words, Cheon Pung answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“I don’t want to.”

“…You don’t want to?”

“No.”

“Do you perhaps already have a master you serve or something like that?”

“Yes.”

“Is that person more amazing than this Black-Faced Spear King Gwang Han?”

This time too, Cheon Pung’s answer had no hesitation.

“Yes.”

“…Who is that?”

At this point, Woon-hwi, Ju So-ah, and Manager Seong were also curious.

Even Han Mu-rin and Won Yang, who were currently out on patrol, would have been equally curious if they had been here.

Did Cheon Pung have a master?

Cheon Pung said.

“It’s our Master.”

“…Who?”

“That person standing over there is my master. Although we haven’t formally established a master-disciple relationship, he is the master I deeply revere in my heart, no, even more than that.”

Woon-hwi let out a hollow laugh, and the rest looked at Cheon Pung with incredulous expressions. However, Cheon Pung was confident.

Gwang Han, who had been looking at Woon-hwi for a moment, asked Cheon Pung as if he found it absurd.

“Boy.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t know who I am, do you?”

“I don’t know, but even if I did, it probably wouldn’t matter much.”

“…Is this guy mentally deficient?”

Just as Gwang Han was muttering that and about to say something to Cheon Pung again.

Woon-hwi intervened.

“Are you interested?”

“I am. With that level of physical strength, he’d be worth training. I was impressed by our Geuk-i’s physical strength, but that guy is even better. Someone at that level should wield a spear, not a great sword.”

“But unfortunately, Cheon Pung is my person.”

“So?”

“No matter how interested you are, people aren’t objects that can be bought and sold.”

Gwang Han chuckled.

“I don’t think so? People can be bought and sold too. How does someone who conquers territories not know that?”

“I know it well. But you should make distinctions. Ordinary people and ‘my people’ are different.”

“…Oho…”

“Because he is my person, I intend to leave it to my person’s choice. Whether Cheon Pung takes Senior Gwang as his master or not, that’s not something that can be decided right here and now.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you and I have a conversation to have first.”

“…Hmm…”

“So I’m asking, did you perhaps get lost on the way?”

“…What?”

“You came later than I expected, so I was flustered. I judged you would come a bit faster, but my calculations were way off.”

From Woon-hwi’s words, Gwang Han read two things.

First, that Woon-hwi definitely knew about the Divine Spear, and second.

That this cunning bastard had tried to use him in exchange for information about the Divine Spear.

Once again, interest appeared on Gwang Han’s face.

It was different in nature from what he had shown Cheon Pung just moments before.

“Right, let’s get to the main point now. I was told to come find you if I wanted to know about the Divine Spear, so I came looking like this. Even though it took time, the important thing is that I came, isn’t it?”

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