Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 155

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 155

Seong Yang-ho had knocked out one of the Poisoners.

No Cheon-myeong’s gaze finally turned to Woon-hwi.

Looking at him quietly observing the situation, he couldn’t help but smile.

The stench of blood.

A stage where grudges intertwine and life and death intersect.

This is Murim.

It felt like he had finally returned to where he belonged.

No Cheon-myeong stroked his white beard and smiled.

* * *

Sim Mun-ryong asked me as I stood quietly.

“…You really… I don’t understand. Why does that man follow your words? Honestly, he doesn’t seem like the type who would follow anyone.”

“He’s the same as you.”

“…Did you help him break through?”

I nodded.

“You helped him overcome a wall he couldn’t cross for 50 years?”

“Is that strange?”

“It is strange. And I’m not at the Five Realms of Martial God level, but from what I can roughly see, isn’t that man about to reach Limitless Divine Manifestation soon?”

I didn’t deny it.

To be honest, I was surprised too.

As I had discussed with Pae Woon in Divine Ginseng Valley before, No Cheon-myeong, who would ascend to Heaven-Human Unity, would display power different from ordinary Heaven-Human Unity martial artists.

That was the result of his 50 years of accumulated training.

At least that part was accurate.

You could tell just by watching him easily kill Hyeol Woon-am, who was also at Heaven-Human Unity.

However, the atmosphere I felt from him was quite different.

From my perspective, No Cheon-myeong would ascend to Limitless Divine Manifestation in the near future.

Not immediately. But the important thing was that I felt certain he would ascend.

“Sim Mun-ryong.”

“What?”

“You’ve worked hard.”

“…This bastard, why are you suddenly acting like this?”

“And whenever you have time, go to Senior No and seek his teachings.”

Sim Mun-ryong’s eyes widened.

“…Why? Don’t tell me I was right?”

I nodded. Then Sim Mun-ryong let out a hollow laugh as if he couldn’t believe it.

That Sim Mun-ryong soon walked over to No Cheon-myeong and began asking him something, and No Cheon-myeong burst into laughter and patted Sim Mun-ryong’s shoulder.

Then Sim Mun-ryong, who had deeply performed the Embracing Fist, sent me a telepathic message.

-Hey, I’m leaving now? Are you confident about cleaning up the aftermath?

I nodded.

-Call me again if you need anything. It was annoying at first, but when else would I get to kill Origin Blood Sect’s blood cultists?

Leaving only those words, Sim Mun-ryong soon left the collapsed gorge.

This time No Cheon-myeong came to me.

“You’ve worked hard, Senior No.”

“What hard work? I’ve been resting for 50 years, so this much was barely a warm-up.”

“Still, because you personally stepped forward, things became easier.”

Hyeol Woon-am’s words weren’t wrong.

Who would dare hold an organization called the Origin Blood Sect accountable?

Holding them accountable would be suicide itself. Because the Origin Blood Sect is that kind of organization.

No.

Because they’re known to be that kind of organization.

“You brat. I thought you weren’t an ordinary fellow, but I never imagined you’d actually make an enemy of the Origin Blood Sect. Can you handle this?”

I smiled slightly.

“I haven’t made an enemy of them yet.”

“…You killed a Blood Spirit Nine Sect leader and three blood cultists, and even killed that Cheon Sa-eum’s disciple, but you haven’t made an enemy of them?”

“Senior.”

“Speak.”

“Even the greatest mountain ranges in the world have cracks, and even the most solid fortress walls have gaps.”

No Cheon-myeong’s eyes widened at my calm voice.

I continued speaking quietly.

“Even if the Origin Blood Sect is a massive entity that moves the world, in the end it’s just an ‘organization’ of people gathered together. Where there are people, there are conflicts, and where there are conflicts, gaps naturally form.”

No Cheon-myeong’s eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Are you saying you’ve already seen through their interior?”

“Just as Go stones are divided into white and black, within the Origin Blood Sect there are factions with different ideals and ambitions. Even the Hyeol-ryeong Dae alone is divided into ten units, so those ten unit leaders can’t all be of one mind. You asked if I’ve seen through their interior. Yes, I have. Not only what’s visible on the surface, but also what has been hidden until now.”

I slowly began walking, and No Cheon-myeong followed me.

“The most dangerous thing in Murim isn’t the enemy’s strength, but one’s own ignorance of not properly knowing the enemy. Those who think the Origin Blood Sect can’t be touched simply aren’t seeing their true nature properly.”

No Cheon-myeong narrowed his eyes and asked with genuine curiosity.

“Then what is their true nature as you see it?”

“An existence with a corroded interior beneath a steel-like exterior. Their long history and tradition are their pride, but that also becomes their weakness. Those who refuse change inevitably fall behind the times.”

“…Refusal of change…?”

“All forces in the world broadly stand on a single rope. And what pulls that rope is ultimately the human heart. The Origin Blood Sect is no exception. If you know the rope of hearts that forms their foundation and understand how to move it, even the most massive mountain will begin to crumble starting from a single grain of sand.”

No Cheon-myeong showed an expression of admiration.

I stopped walking in front of the Poisoner that Manager Seong had subdued.

“If you’re worried about what comes next, you don’t need to be. The Origin Blood Sect will actually extend their hand to me.”

The fight had already ended completely, and the collapsing surrounding environment was also regaining stability.

Though I hadn’t infused internal energy into my voice, it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

Manager Seong, Ju So-ah, Won Yang, Han Mu-rin.

They were all looking at me with much more relaxed hearts, and I threw them a word.

“You’ve all worked hard.”

Leaving them nodding slightly behind me, I crouched down right there.

The blood-covered Poisoner was looking at me with a face twisted in hatred. This Poisoner must have heard my words too, but apparently didn’t agree.

I wasn’t interested.

What I was interested in was something else.

“What’s your name?”

Ptui!

The Poisoner spat like that, but the spit was instantly blocked by Manager Seong’s sword that shot forward.

When I glanced up, I saw Manager Seong’s face red with anger.

“…This insolent bastard… How dare… he spit at our Young Master? This son of a…”

“Manager Seong.”

“…Yes, Young Master.”

“Didn’t you know these guys are originally like this?”

“…I know.”

“Then what, are you going to lose your composure and get angry like that every time this happens?”

“…Ah, why are you saying that? When did I ever get that angry…”

I chuckled.

“Han Mu-rin.”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t forgotten the torture techniques I taught you back then, have you?”

“Of course. I read through the Ten Thousand Ages Punishment God Record once before sleeping.”

He couldn’t have just read it.

Since there were people he would need to kill in the distant future, he would practice by torturing them in his imagination.

“There are things I need to hear from this bastard.”

“Perhaps, what mission he was assigned, where he came from, who he collaborated with, things like that?”

I nodded.

“Give me just one hour. I’ll make him spill everything.”

“Manager Seong.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Help Han Mu-rin.”

“Understood.”

Han Mu-rin and Manager Seong began dragging the Poisoner to a secluded spot.

I stood up from my seat.

“Senior No.”

“Hm?”

“This is an odd question to ask in this situation, but what will you do from now on?”

“Me? Well. I did miss the place called Murim, but I don’t particularly want to return… I’m just thinking of living leisurely while teaching our Pae Woon.”

“I see.”

“Why? Do you have something else to make me do? If you do, tell me. At least if you ask, I’ll go kill whoever it is.”

I shook my head.

“There might be killing to do, but not for the time being.”

“Really?”

“Yes. However, there’s something I’m thinking about.”

“What is it?”

I had really only been thinking about it.

“I’m thinking of establishing an academy.”

At those words, not only No Cheon-myeong, but Won Yang and Ju So-ah also widened their eyes.

“…Academy? The academy I know?”

“Yes.”

“…An academy… Oh ho… Oh ho… You bastard… Don’t tell me?”

No Cheon-myeong certainly wasn’t a fool.

“You’ll bring talented people… and use them as stepping stones for the future?”

“Yes.”

“…And since you’ve now acquired Jeok An, Bong Rae, and even Sa Ryang, if you teach and teach the promising successors from those three regions, they’ll eventually become strength for the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace… and governing will become smoother too.”

“Exactly.”

“So… don’t tell me you’re thinking of giving me the position of academy head?”

“Yes.”

“…My… So you’re telling me to protect Yang-ryeong?”

“You can just stay put and do nothing.”

I smiled slightly.

“Who would dare touch a city where a Heaven-Human Unity master is stationed?”

I didn’t want to repeat past precedents. Given how things were going, I might have to leave Yang-ryeong several times in the future, and using Disguise Arts to set up substitutes each time was not only troublesome but left too many loose ends that could eventually be caught.

But if a Heaven-Human Unity master resided there permanently, no one would dare touch it unless they were fully intent on massacring Yang-ryeong.

And if there were those with such intentions, even my presence would make it difficult to respond. No Cheon-myeong let out a hollow laugh.

“…I’ve felt this from before, but you seem to live a more tiresome life than our Pae Woon.”

I said with a smile.

“And if Senior No accepts, I’m thinking of employing Pae Woon, who is your disciple, as well. His position would be teacher or professor.”

No Cheon-myeong scratched his head.

“That’s all well and good, but do I have anything to teach?”

“Isn’t there plenty? You can pass on the secrets of training non-stop for 50 years, methods of managing internal energy, basic breathing techniques, the principles of the Four Seasons Five Elements changes… even astronomy and geography. I think there’s much you can teach.”

No Cheon-myeong seemed to be seriously contemplating.

I drove the final nail to such a him.

“You don’t need to go into seclusion from Murim. I judge that being affiliated yet unaffiliated would be good for Senior No.”

“…Hmm…”

“When I saw you fight a life-and-death battle with Hyeol Woon-am, it seemed like you still had lingering affection for the place called Murim, didn’t you?”

“Tsk, as you well know, Murim isn’t something you can distance yourself from just because you want to, is it?”

“I strongly agree. So don’t worry. I’ll provide a generous salary.”

No Cheon-myeong let out a hollow laugh.

“You bastard. Do I look like I’m doing this because of something like a salary?”

“Weren’t you?”

“Of course not.”

Having said that, No Cheon-myeong tapped my forehead.

“Fine. Academy head.”

“That’s fortunate. What you’ll teach, let’s discuss together after this matter is finished.”

“Alright.”

Before long, Manager Seong and Han Mu-rin returned dragging the half-dead Poisoner, but their expressions weren’t good. Han Mu-rin, covered in blood, spoke briefly.

“He spilled everything.”

I nodded.

“Senior.”

“Hm?”

“I think you can go now.”

No Cheon-myeong, who had been looking at me with a strange expression, smiled slightly.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————