Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

“Summon Sim Mun-ryong from Jeok An.”

“He’s one of the Twelve Commanders, should I call all his subordinates as well?”

Woon-hwi shook his head.

“Have him come alone.”

“Understood, Young Master.”

Manager Seong immediately ran toward the back, and Woon-hwi slowly rose from his seat.

The two men walking from the opposite side naturally stood before Woon-hwi, and Woon-hwi looked at No Cheon-myeong with a slight smile.

“You’re late, Senior No.”

“Haha… That rascal. Yes, I’m late. There was too much to master, you see.”

“I apologize for saying this so suddenly, but I’ll need to use your strength.”

No Cheon-myeong’s smile remained unchanged.

“Didn’t I tell you then? By resolving the lifelong regret of my life, you became my benefactor. Whatever you wish from me, I will make it happen.”

“Thank you, Senior.”

* * *

In a small hermitage deep within Wol-jin Gorge, dimly lit by moonlight, several men and women had gathered.

Among them was a man with his arms crossed and eyes closed – this man was Hyeol Woon-am, the leader of the Fifth Blood Spirit Unit of the Original Blood Sect.

The Original Blood Sect’s most elite military force was the Blood Spirit Corps.

This Blood Spirit Corps consisted of ten units in total – the First Blood Spirit Unit, Second Blood Spirit Unit, and so on.

The Fifth Blood Spirit Unit was positioned exactly in the middle, and Hyeol Woon-am, the leader of this unit, was not someone who should be in a place like this.

And for good reason – he was a master of Heaven-Human Unity and a monster among monsters with the chilling alias of Blood Rain Sword Demon.

Wearing a dark red daopo, he quietly opened his eyes.

There were thirteen people around him in total.

Three of them were members of the Fifth Blood Spirit Unit, all martial artists at the Body Establishment Boundary.

Among the ten poison masters, one was a martial artist of the Harmony Realm, while the remaining nine were martial artists of the Flame Qi Four Stages – this alone was quite remarkable.

Hyeol Woon-am’s brow furrowed slightly.

The promised time had passed, so why was it so quiet?

That’s when it happened.

A sound touched his senses.

“We have a guest.”

With those words, the martial artists of the Original Blood Sect and Poison Snake Valley all drew their weapons in unison.

A man could be seen walking slowly along the gorge.

His appearance revealed under the moonlight was very striking.

His ash-colored hair fluttered in the wind, and his perfectly sculpted features held both coldness and elegance simultaneously.

Most notably, an abnormally long sword hung at his waist, so long that its tip dragged on the ground.

The Jinhwa Heaven Command Sword.

There was no way Hyeol Woon-am wouldn’t recognize one of the ten famous swords under heaven.

“…I never thought I’d see it in person…”

The man’s steps stopped at a distance of about twenty zhang from Hyeol Woon-am.

Hyeol Woon-am asked.

“Are you lost?”

A faint smile played around Woon-hwi’s lips.

The feeling of directly hearing words he often said to others wasn’t too bad.

“Wol-jin Gorge is now under my jurisdiction, so how could I be lost?”

Hyeol Woon-am’s eyes narrowed.

“Your words are short. No matter if you’re the General Commander of Yang-ryeong, in my eyes you’re nothing but a greenhorn among greenhorns.”

Woon-hwi chuckled softly.

“If one is a martial artist, one should naturally see through to the end of what one has started.”

“…”

“The Original Blood Sect threw a stone that caused ripples, so now you must watch as those waves return, mustn’t you?”

“…What happened to Lee Myeong-hwa?”

“He’s dead.”

“Who killed him?”

“I did.”

“…You killed him knowing he was a disciple of Cheon Sa-eum, the Poison Monster of Poison Snake Valley?”

“You think I killed him without knowing?”

“…You’re insane.”

“The insane ones are you people.”

Woon-hwi’s eyes flashed.

“You planted poison masters in Snow Mountain to create Ice Snow Erosion Poison, and that disciple Lee Myeong-hwa even infiltrated my surroundings to poison my people.”

“…”

“If there’s a limit to insane acts, you’ve already crossed that line by far.”

“…It seems you still don’t grasp the situation. How dare the likes of Seol Palace think to touch the Original Blood Sect?”

Poison Snake Valley was a branch of the Original Blood Sect.

But calling it a branch was just in name – in reality, they had simply separated the organizations.

Where were those who dealt with ‘poison’ in the Original Blood Sect assigned?

They were assigned to Poison Snake Valley.

Whether it was the Original Blood Sect or Poison Snake Valley, they were ultimately one body.

“Let me correct one thing.”

“…Correct?”

“It’s not the likes of Seol Palace, but I, Seol Woon-hwi, who am touching you.”

“Can that be separated?”

“Whether it can or can’t, that’s simply the truth.”

“…”

“And furthermore, bringing up the size of one’s power when settling grudges is what only foolish people do.”

Hyeol Woon-am’s gaze sank deeply, and the eyes of the surrounding blood cultists and poison masters also sank deeply.

“What’s important is the will to act. This is Murim, and you are martial artists, are you not?”

“…”

“Cheon Do-ja would have taught you the same, yet despite reaching Heaven-Human Unity, your way of thinking is still like that of a child.”

When the name of the Blood Cult’s supreme leader, no, Murim’s supreme leader, came from Woon-hwi’s mouth, Hyeol Woon-am’s eyes flashed.

Insolent brat.

His body disappeared from that spot.

Just as his hand, moving as if piercing through space, was about to grasp Woon-hwi’s throat.

A thin killing intent felt from the side.

No.

An enormous killing intent that approached instantly and applied pressure.

Hyeol Woon-am folded his arm and concentrated all his qi there.

As a result, that was the right choice.

Crack-!!

A foot that had suddenly appeared struck Hyeol Woon-am’s shoulder directly.

If he hadn’t folded his arm to block, it would have hit the side of his head.

Hyeol Woon-am, who had been pushed sideways, raised his head.

And his eyes widened greatly.

“…Heaven-Defying Single Kick… No Cheon-myeong…?”

The white-haired old man grinned wickedly.

“That’s right, this body is that old relic.”

He couldn’t believe it.

“…have you risen?”

“Can’t you tell by looking? I’ve risen after 50 years. But wait… when did this young bastard ever see me before to speak so casually?”

Hyeol Woon-am frowned as he looked at Woon-hwi.

He remained rooted to that spot, not moving a single step.

…A trap.

That word came to mind.

Hyeol Woon-am immediately tried to shout to those behind him to flee.

It’s just that.

‘He’ was faster.

Swoooosh-!!

Ten swords that fell from the sky covered the hermitage, and plum blossom petals began to scatter between them.

Soon after, an overwhelmingly rich plum blossom fragrance confused everyone’s sense of smell.

In this Murim, there are many martial artists who mainly use flying swords.

But there is only one man who scatters plum blossom petals and plum fragrance when using flying swords.

A man wearing a white long robe with “Twelve Peaks” written on the back.

He casually turned his head to look at Hyeol Woon-am, then immediately went to stand beside Woon-hwi.

All of it was so natural.

“…Huashan First Peak Sim Mun-ryong…”

“It’s an honor. To think someone at the level of a unit leader of the Origin Blood Sect’s Five Blood Spirits would know my name.”

He glanced back.

No Cheon-myeong of Heaven-Human Unity.

And Sim Mun-ryong of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Hyeol Woon-am turned around.

From the opposite side of the hermitage, four men and women were walking over.

White Spirit Ghost Shadow Seong Yang-ho.

Thousand Hands Beauty Ju So-ah.

Azure Nether Sword Namgung Won Yang.

Black Fire Killing Ghost Han Mu-rin.

Seong Yang-ho was a martial artist of the Body Establishment Boundary, and Ju So-ah was a martial artist of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin. The other two were also martial artists of Five Dragon Peak Realm, but these four’s epithets had already spread throughout Murim.

When they brought down Jeok An, and when they slaughtered countless people alongside Woon-hwi.

You cannot evaluate those four by ordinary standards. Though he didn’t know what tricks they used, strangely enough, they had slaughtered martial artists of higher realms multiple times.

Given time, they would surely become beings capable of fighting a hundred opponents each.

Hyeol Woon-am looked at Woon-hwi with a hardened expression.

“You’re really serious about this.”

“The Sichuan Sect and Martial Alliance paid a price, but the Origin Blood Sect, which started it all, hasn’t paid any price.”

“…”

“Since you played tricks, wouldn’t it be right for the Origin Blood Sect to spill blood as well?”

“…You’re insane.”

“I’m not insane. In the Murim where I live, grudges are settled this way.”

Others might have admired such resolute words, but from Hyeol Woon-am’s perspective, that was arrogance.

“Can you really handle the consequences of today’s actions?”

Woon-hwi chuckled.

That really irritated Hyeol Woon-am.

It seemed he still couldn’t grasp reality.

“Do you think this is something to laugh about? Not just you, but No Cheon-myeong, you could lose all your 50 years of effort because of today’s incident. I don’t know why you, who was practically in hiding in a place called Divine Ginseng Valley being called a has-been, are standing beside that bastard, but shouldn’t you make the right judgment even now? Someone of your caliber would surely be given a high position and important role within our sect, so why do you want to die alongside such a foolish bastard?”

No Cheon-myeong’s answer was simple.

“When I was fucking around in the mountains for 50 years, what did the Origin Blood Sect ever do for me?”

“…”

“All this old man has left is the desire to repay a debt of gratitude. A bastard like you wouldn’t understand, but just think of it that way.”

“…Crazy bastard… And Sim Mun-ryong.”

Not expecting to be called out, Sim Mun-ryong’s eyes gleamed.

“The same goes for you. No matter how much you’ve entered Snow Palace, Snow Palace as a backing is insignificant compared to an organization like the Origin Blood Sect. If the Blood Cult wants your death, you will die.”

“Then try killing me.”

“…What?”

“I, Sim Mun-ryong, have lived for Huashan’s revival. But there wasn’t a single person who properly told me what kind of Huashan that was.”

Sim Mun-ryong placed his hand on Woon-hwi’s shoulder.

“This person here, yes, this bastard as you call him, made me realize what I had forgotten. To be honest, I have no regrets even if I die here.”

“…”

“Origin Blood Sect? What’s a lowly bastard going to do about it, damn it. Huashan’s spirit isn’t something that would cower before the likes of you.”

Every single one of them was completely insane.

Right now, they clearly understood what they were doing. Yet there was no trembling, no hesitation.

There was no need to even mention people like Seong Yang-ho in the back.

“Are you done talking?”

Woon-hwi’s voice had a pleasant resonance to it.

Though to Hyeol Woon-am who was listening, it was a shitty voice.

“If you have more last words, go ahead.”

“…”

“Seems like you don’t.”

Woon-hwi drew the True Fire Heaven Spirit Sword and thrust it into the ground.

“Not a single one left out.”

Eyes filled with killing intent stared directly at Hyeol Woon-am.

“Kill them all.”

Woon-hwi’s people all kicked off from their positions at once.

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