Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Seol Woon-hwi still didn’t answer. Whether he was frightened or flustered, that was unknown.

Bing Seol Geom Heun was simply pleased with the sight of Seol Woon-hwi finally shutting his mouth.

Bing Seol Geom Heun silently patted Seol Woon-hwi’s shoulder and brushed past him.

He intended to return to Yang-ryeong.

In the place where he had left, a heavy silence settled.

In that silence, the corners of Seol Woon-hwi’s mouth began to twitch.

“Haha… Ahahahahahahahahaha-!!”

Mad laughter burst forth.

It was strange.

Seol Woon-hwi was laughing as if he truly found it amusing, even clutching his stomach, while those watching him were the ones getting frightened.

Among them, there was someone who was worried.

It was Manager Seong.

He quietly approached Seol Woon-hwi.

He was thinking of bringing out the words he had prepared inside.

That originally, nothing in the world goes as one wishes, that sometimes there are hardships like this and times when one must retreat, that this was a reasonably good retreat.

That Bing Seol Geom Heun coming personally to give such a warning meant he would bury all the affairs that had been carried out so far, so think of it as positively as possible.

However, all those words were meaningless.

Seol Woon-hwi had already made up his mind.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

“Manager Seong.”

“…Yes… Yes…?”

“Isn’t it interesting?”

“…What… is?”

“Being alive.”

“…”

“I didn’t know this could be so interesting.”

“…Are you alright?”

“Of course I am.”

Rather, Seol Woon-hwi patted Manager Seong’s shoulder and turned around.

“Where are you going?”

Seol Woon-hwi spoke briefly without looking back.

“There’s something I left behind.”

Manager Seong didn’t ask any further.

Because Seol Woon-hwi’s face as he walked away was excessively cold.

He didn’t say anything, but he flinched.

He had never seen such an expression in his life.

Not just from Seol Woon-hwi, but from anyone.

* * *

Lee Ji-chang was walking.

Seol-ap was small. Too small that he didn’t even want to be there.

He looked around.

A snowstorm was raging.

This is why there are no people on Snow Mountain.

This fickle weather only makes viewers irritated… If you like this, then you’re the crazy one, what else could be crazy.

Tsk.

Lee Ji-chang clicked his tongue lightly and walked with his hands behind his back.

This mere snowstorm posed no great threat to him, a master of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

Then, he felt something strange.

Why is it so… quiet?

Lee Ji-chang stopped walking and stared straight ahead.

Through the raging snowstorm, someone could be seen.

A body about 6 feet tall.

Not particularly small but not burly either, a man with just the right build.

The garment he wore, made from white tiger leather, was definitely the White Tiger Heavenly Garment that only the bloodline of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace could wear.

It was absurd.

He had clearly departed first, so how was that bastard there?

“Senior. You’re a bit late.”

“…Was there a shortcut?”

“Yes.”

“You know such paths well.”

“I’ve lived in Seol-ap for years, how could I not know a single shortcut?”

He laughed.

“So, why are you standing there? I said everything I had to say earlier, surely you’re not here to beg for forgiveness now.”

“Forgiveness… Why, do you want to receive it?”

“I would if you offered. As I said before, though you’re a bastard son, you’re certainly more useful than Ya Woon-sang. It’s true you have no backing to rely on, but you are of Snow Palace blood, so keeping you under me wouldn’t be a bad choice from Ju-ryeong Sword Gate’s perspective, or from mine.”

A smile bloomed on Seol Woon-hwi’s lips.

“I have no intention of apologizing, and I won’t do it.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Because there’s something you left behind.”

“Who? Me?”

“Yes. That thing on your shoulder, Senior, I need to take it.”

There’s only one thing on a person’s shoulder.

The head.

“Ha… Hahahahahaha!! You’ve truly gone mad.”

“Do I seem that way?”

“A mere Yang Gwang I Hyeon level bastard, daring to target someone’s head…”

Lee Ji-chang couldn’t continue his words and opened his eyes wide.

The snowstorm that had been in a straight line instantly evaporated.

And Seol Woon-hwi, who had instantly closed that distance.

The red light flowing from Seol Woon-hwi’s two eyes.

And.

Those two eyes dyed with chilling killing intent.

He was shocked.

This phenomenon unfolding before his eyes.

This.

He had heard of it.

The Blood Cult’s strongest martial art that only three people could learn: the sect leader, vice sect leader, and successor of the Original Blood Sect.

Blood Boundary Dominance.

A divine-level martial art that creates blood eyes with concentrated blood energy, then dominates the energy of the surrounding area with those blood eyes.

Soon, Seol Woon-hwi’s palm, dyed red.

Kwaaaaang-!!

Struck Lee Ji-chang’s solar plexus powerfully.

Lee Ji-chang, pushed back smoothly, coughed up blood.

His two eyes were trembling madly.

He knows this martial art too.

“Blood Flame Palm Flesh…? Now I see this bastard was a demon spawn…!”

Once again, he couldn’t finish his words.

A shadow fell across Lee Ji-chang’s face.

Paaaack-!

Before he knew it, Seol Woon-hwi’s heel swung around and struck Lee Ji-chang’s temple hard.

He flew away, smashing through two trees before crashing into a pile of snow, while Seol Woon-hwi landed on the ground with blood-red eyes flashing.

* * *

The Origin Blood Sect would become the greatest sect in the Central Plains in the future, but even at this point in time, it was already close to being the greatest.

The word ‘greatest’ is a very fair standard.

Currently, dozens of organizations exist in the Murim.

The Martial Alliance, Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, Four Heaven Alliance.

And organizations like the Five Great Sword Sects and Four Demonic Outer Sects.

Whether it’s an alliance made up of dozens or hundreds of sects like the Martial Alliance, or a single organization.

Greatest is only used when it truly means greatest.

At this point in time, the most powerful organization is the Martial Alliance, and the Origin Blood Sect is the only one that can face that Martial Alliance alone.

Anyone can see it’s close to being the greatest.

Of course, the Origin Blood Sect also has branch sects.

Their number is five.

In the future, they bring all organizations to their knees.

Since they achieved Blood Sect supremacy, that was only natural.

Then how did they achieve Blood Sect supremacy?

I’ll say this clearly – my contribution to that was very substantial.

It was so substantial that the Blood Sect Leader personally created the unique position of Blood Heaven Central Authority for me.

I studied the sect leader’s martial arts and scriptures, and learned all the essence of the Blood Sect at that time.

I drew up the Heo Hyeon Energy. It was energy the size of just a grain, but it soon began to decompose and started taking on a blood-red hue.

This is Blood Qi.

I concentrated.

The strongest body technique that can only be performed with Blood Qi.

Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art.

One of the reasons the Blood Sect Leader could be called the greatest under heaven.

This consists of five stages, and in the history of the Blood Sect, only the current Blood Sect Leader could use the final fifth stage.

Kuuung.

The vibration that started in my dantian resonated throughout my body. Blood Qi began writhing and surging, and it started spreading throughout my entire flesh.

First Gate, Blood Gate Gasping Qi.

The restraints that had been binding my body flowed away.

It’s not enough.

Soon, the Blood Qi that had been wrapping around my body slowly began flowing out of my flesh.

Blood-red smoke rose from my body.

Second Gate, Blood Body Yellow Exchange.

I swung my arm.

Kwaaaang-!!

Lee Ji-chang’s sword, which had been charging and swinging at me, was deflected away. What was contained in his madly shaking eyes was definitely fear.

I kicked off the ground.

My body shot forward. At the same time, I extended my left arm and grabbed Lee Ji-chang by the throat.

I’ll say it again.

The realm of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown is certainly a very high realm among the Flame Qi Four Stages, but it’s not ‘the strongest among the strong.’

How dare he, in front of me.

It’s definitely not a realm worthy of crawling up to challenge me.

Meeting Lee Ji-chang’s fear-filled eyes, I put strength into my hand.

* * *

He was terrified.

Lee Ji-chang felt strength entering Woon-hwi’s grip around his throat. He immediately struck his wrist away and created distance by moving backward.

An indescribable fear was felt. In this brief moment, he drew up his Innate True Energy. If he hadn’t, his throat would have been crushed right now.

He couldn’t believe it.

Lee Ji-chang’s experience was definitely not lacking. Rather, it was abundant. Yet he was encountering legendary martial arts that he had never seen even once, only heard about.

Origin Blood Sect.

How could that bastard use martial arts that only the pinnacle of the Central Plains’ most fearsome demonic organization – whose name alone inspires terror – could use?

“This… doesn’t make sense.”

He drew the sword from his waist.

He had to kill him. Or at least knock him unconscious and take him away. He had to interrogate him. But…

Could he kill him? Could he knock him unconscious? Could he… interrogate him?

Who should he take him to? Just who exactly?

Organization versus organization, not person versus person.

And Lee Ji-chang, who was concerned about the backing behind them, still didn’t know even now.

What was fundamentally different between him and Seol Woon-hwi.

Gritting his teeth, he brought his sword down.

Though it trembled, the direction was still accurate.

When Seol Woon-hwi twisted his body to the side, it grazed past and struck the ground.

“Your sword tip is shaking.”

Lee Ji-chang retrieved his sword, gritted his teeth, and thrust his sword once more.

Seol Woon-hwi didn’t dodge.

He faced it with an upright posture.

Just before the sword tip penetrated Seol Woon-hwi’s forehead.

This time Seol Woon-hwi turned his head to the side.

The sword grazed past his face.

Almost simultaneously.

Kwaaaang-!!

Seol Woon-hwi’s back of hand struck Lee Ji-chang’s solar plexus hard.

Lee Ji-chang, who was pushed back sliding, coughed up blood and raised his head.

It made no sense.

He couldn’t understand what was happening before his eyes right now.

It felt like the common sense of martial arts he had built up over decades was crumbling.

“You… just who are you…”

Lee Ji-chang’s voice came out trembling.

The trembling of his sword that had started earlier had now spread to his throat.

Even his face had turned pale.

This.

I don’t know how to explain what’s happening. Who the hell is that bastard in front of me?

That fucking Seol Woon-hwi? The illegitimate son? No.

That thing is like an immortal descended from heaven, something untouchable.

Seol Woon-hwi moved forward silently. His feet barely seemed to touch the ground, as if he were stepping on clouds. The resonance of life created by his blood energy filled the entire space.

“Aren’t you curious?”

At Seol Woon-hwi’s quietly resonating voice, Lee Ji-chang gulped down his saliva.

“What would happen if someone who was closest to being the best under heaven became a child overnight?”

The swirling blizzard was isolating these two people from the outside world.

He looked at Seol Woon-hwi with narrowed eyes. Seol Woon-hwi spoke slowly.

“Senior, you could never dare to even imagine it. The height of one who has mastered all martial arts under heaven, who holds the principles of heaven and earth in the palm of his hand—that realm you could only gaze at from afar.”

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