Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 149

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Chapter 149

The white stones stained with blood began to sing a song of victory on the Go board. It was like a triumphant hymn of a soul that had risen above pain.

No more.

Kang Cheon-u could not make another move.

Woon-hwi slowly raised his head.

His face was stained with blood and sweat, but his eyes alone were clear and deep.

Kang Cheon-u looked down at the Go board for a long time.

Surprise, awe, and deep admiration crossed his face.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

“…I have lost.”

It was Woon-hwi’s victory by five and a half points.

Kang Cheon-u’s voice carried more respect than the bitterness of defeat.

A vessel to embrace the world.

As if a person sent by heaven.

A heaven-sent person.

Despite suffering internal injuries and bleeding all over his body, he never let out a single groan and ultimately seized victory.

This.

This is truly not something just anyone can do.

He was impressed.

It was true that he had controlled his strength to some degree, but it was at least not a level that a warrior of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown could endure.

He had pressured him to the extent that a master of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin would cough up blood and be carried away, or a master of Harmony Realm level would faint.

To seize victory without a single moment of wavering?

This, not just anyone can do.

In nearly a hundred years of living, Kang Cheon-u had never seen such a man.

He stood up from his seat.

Then Woon-hwi also stood up from his seat. Though he staggered, the important thing was that he stood up.

“…I now understand clearly. Becoming enemies with you is a choice that should never be made, both personally and as the leader of the Sichuan Alliance.”

“You praise me too highly.”

“Do you really think so?”

Woon-hwi chuckled.

“Actually, I think it’s an accurate judgment.”

“Haha… Hahahaha. This fellow, really… he’s truly a treasure among treasures.”

Kang Cheon-u’s gaze turned to Woon-hwi’s waist.

He also looked at the waists of Woon-hwi’s people around him. The five swords in total were certainly good swords, but by Kang Cheon-u’s standards, they were not ‘famous swords.’ To put it bluntly, they could be considered just ordinary swords.

“The Palace Lord of Snow Palace seems to be stingier than I thought.”

While saying this, he glanced up at the sky, where his eyes met with Seol Jung-cheon, who was frowning with slight displeasure.

Kang Cheon-u’s eyes curved into crescents.

His mind was made up.

He silently lifted the long sword hanging at his waist, sheath and all, and threw it to Woon-hwi.

Woon-hwi, who caught it, looked at Kang Cheon-u with a puzzled expression.

“Do you know the name of that sword?”

Even without drawing the sword, if he didn’t know the name of this sword as a warrior, he should go die.

“Isn’t it the (Jinhua Tianling Sword)?”

“Do you also know its origin?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It’s one of the Ten Great Famous Swords Under Heaven, a sword that reaches the highest level of Martial God Grade. It’s one of the two swords made by Jin Wu, the protagonist of the Three Swords Fighting Heaven incident that occurred 400 years ago, a legendary sword that absorbed the energy of lightning while containing his final will in a thunderstorm.”

“You know it well.”

“It was the sword whose whereabouts remained unknown until the end among the Ten Great Famous Swords Under Heaven, but I heard that Alliance Leader Kang found it in the abyss of Cheonryeo Peak.”

“You know even that?”

“Even though this is Sae-oe, I haven’t lived with my ears closed, Alliance Leader Kang.”

The length of the Jinhua Tianling Sword is truly long.

Generally, a long sword refers to a sword that is nearly 4 feet long including the handle, but the Jinhua Tianling Sword was even longer than that.

The blade length is 4 feet (about 120cm), and the handle length is 2 feet (about 60cm).

Combined, it’s a sword with an absurdly abnormal length of nearly 6 feet.

But it’s not called a top-tier Martial God Grade sword for nothing.

The blade is long but not thick, and the blade has golden lightning patterns inscribed on a black base.

This sword, which looks like lightning flashing in the night sky, brings thunder and lightning every time it’s swung.

As befitting the name of one of the Ten Great Famous Swords Under Heaven, it was not a sword that just anyone could handle. Moreover, its value is beyond calculation.

It was when he was about to ask why he was giving this to him.

“You take it.”

Kang Cheon-u was a straightforward man.

“I have seen a new era today. As a figure of the old era, this is a gift to the man who will open that era, so take it.”

Woon-hwi, who had been quietly caressing the sword, spoke softly.

“Actually, there was something I was trying to obtain by pressuring Alliance Leader Kang and the Sichuan Alliance.”

“Is that so?”

“But giving me this sword seems to mean more than just burying past grievances.”

Not long ago, Woon-hwi had a meaningful conversation about excellence with the Black-Faced Spear King Gwang Han at this place.

At that time, Woon-hwi had clearly said.

That no matter how great weapons might be, they are ultimately just weapons.

He had continuously emphasized that one’s mindset as a person was most important, and had lived with that thought for decades.

However, that didn’t mean he placed famous swords and ordinary swords on the same level.

Rather, because he could see the value of weapons so well, he could understand better than anyone the value of the sword now in his hands.

Kang Cheon-u smiled slightly.

“You seem to think deeply. I merely gave you a gift.”

“…”

“How could a mere sword take priority over a person?”

The leader of a sect might be exceptional or foolish.

But the head of an alliance of dozens of such sects must necessarily be exceptional and possess an outstanding mind.

Kang Cheon-u had one more thing in addition to that.

The heart of a warrior.

“Tell me. What else were you trying to obtain from me?”

“It was money and justification.”

“Money and justification… For what purpose?”

“For the purpose of applying pressure, I suppose.”

“Pressure… That’s intriguing. What are you trying to pressure?”

Once upon a time.

Poison masters from Poison Snake Valley, a branch of the Origin Blood Sect, had invaded Snow Mountain.

At that time, while subjugating them, they had rooted out spies from within Baekryeong-wi, and among those spies was a warrior from the Sichuan Alliance.

Kang Cheon-u was a quick-witted man, so he immediately asked.

“Are you referring to the Sichuan Alliance warrior who died inside Baekryeong-wi?”

“Yes.”

“Bringing this up like this seems like a question asking if there’s something ‘behind’ it. Am I right?”

Woon-hwi nodded.

“It’s true that sending him as a spy was my order.”

“…”

“But who knows. Whether they worked for me, or worked for someone else.”

Woon-hwi examined Kang Cheon-u’s expression with all the knowledge from his previous life.

Planting spies?

That was understandable.

The Sichuan Alliance is a massive organization, so monitoring the movements of potential enemies is the most basic of basics. He didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“You haven’t joined hands with the Origin Blood Sect or anything like that, I presume.”

Kang Cheon-u chuckled.

“If you had seen that ‘crazy old man’ yourself, you wouldn’t think of joining hands with him.”

That was true.

Cheon Do-ja was an outstanding figure full of mischief. But Woon-hwi wasn’t thinking about Cheon Do-ja right now, but rather recalling Yu Cheong, the vice sect leader.

“I would appreciate it if you could refrain from planting spies in the future.”

“Hmm…”

“If there’s anything you need, please tell me directly. I’ll help you obtain it by skipping all the intermediate processes.”

“Of course, when you say help, you’re only talking about things that would benefit you as well.”

“Yes.”

Kang Cheon-u burst into laughter.

“I was curious how you managed to sweet-talk that cunning Song Hak, and now I think I understand that too. Good. Let’s do that. So we won’t tire each other out.”

Truly, Kang Cheon-u was enjoying this moment.

“But you know, discussing the world’s political situation is all well and good, but everything has its proper timing.”

“That’s right. Everything has its proper timing.”

“From what I can see, you’re clearly someone who will represent the new era that will shake Murim, but you’re still weak.”

“I won’t deny that.”

“This match and ‘the previous match’ were clearly your complete victories, but don’t forget. The more you stand out, the more people will emerge who find it disagreeable.”

Disagreeable people had already emerged. Countless numbers of them.

“The small fry won’t even be a threat, but from what I can see, that human trash in Gongneung who’s worse than a parasite doesn’t seem like he’ll view you favorably.”

The human trash worse than a parasite he was referring to meant Gun Mu-gyeol, the leader of the Martial Alliance.

Woon-hwi burst into laughter at that blunt expression.

“You seem like you’ll handle things well on your own… I’ll be going now. You look tired too, so hurry and go rest.”

Kang Cheon-u, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Sichuan.

Woon-hwi respectfully performed the Embracing Fist toward him.

“I will surely repay Alliance Leader Kang’s kindness in the future.”

“What repayment? I merely gave you ‘one of the two swords I possessed.’ And now stop hanging the heads of those Cheolmyeong Hall members outside. We’re no longer ‘enemies’ now, are we?”

Woon-hwi nodded his head.

This could be considered reaching an amicable agreement.

Kang Cheon-u had come personally, they had shared hearts through the match, and he had even handed over one of the ten famous swords under heaven that he had been using.

Regardless of the intention, what mattered was that it was given and received.

Between grudges and debts, the grudges were now settled, and only debts remained.

“I’ll be going.”

“I can’t see you off. My body is in this state.”

Kang Cheon-u chuckled and said casually,

“I don’t expect you to, you bastard.”

As soon as those words ended, Kang Cheon-u’s body scattered like smoke from that spot.

At the same time, Woon-hwi’s body collapsed.

* * *

Kang Cheon-u revealed himself above the clouds, in the sky dozens of li away from the ground.

Facing Seol Jung-cheon and Hyeon Sim, who were already positioned there, Kang Cheon-u grinned.

“You watched well, Palace Lord Seol.”

“I merely watched because it was admirable to see a novice trying to defeat a master in any way possible, Alliance Leader Kang.”

It was an obvious fact, but the relationship between these two men was absolutely not good. Of course, that didn’t mean they would draw swords the moment they saw each other’s faces, but the fact that it wasn’t good was what mattered.

“You said the Baekryeong-wi spy wasn’t under your orders, is that true?”

“It’s true.”

“Then I should examine those below before looking above.”

At those words, Kang Cheon-u’s eyes gleamed.

“Are you investigating?”

“I’m investigating things I’ve been overlooking.”

“…I see. But you’ve really succeeded in raising your child well. Could you tell me what the secret is?”

Seol Jung-cheon’s gaze turned downward.

He could see Woon-hwi being carried unconscious by Seong Yang-ho into the residence. At this moment, pride and worry were crossing Seol Jung-cheon’s face. He raised his head and spoke.

“Even if I told you, would you be able to follow it?”

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