Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 157

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Chapter 157

“There is a surviving child.”

At those words, Woon-hwi’s brow furrowed.

“…Surviving?”

“Since it’s a child with only the final stage remaining, the remaining lifespan is only about one to two years at most, but it’s definitely a poison soul body itself.”

“What’s your reason for telling me this?”

“…Why do you ask when you already know?”

Only then did a smile bloom on Woon-hwi’s lips.

“You really are a Poisoner through and through.”

“…”

“You won’t die alone, will you? Whether it’s Cheon Sa-eum or whoever, you’ll make them pay the price?”

“…That’s right.”

“Not bad. What’s your name?”

“…Saeng-dong.”

Saeng-dong.

Unfortunately, it was a name he had never heard before. But considering this level of poison techniques and secretly conducting experiments, there was no doubt about his abilities.

Then ultimately, it was one thing.

Discarded after use.

This man called Saeng-dong was already dead at the future point in time that Woon-hwi knew. That would explain why Woon-hwi didn’t know about him.

“Where is the surviving child?”

At Woon-hwi’s question, Saeng-dong opened his mouth with a tone of complete resignation.

“Underground… in the third secret chamber, or the final secret chamber.”

“How old?”

“…Two years old.”

“I see.”

Woon-hwi turned his head.

As soon as he heard from Saeng-dong’s mouth that the Taeyeong Secret Records were buried in the hermitage, there were those who had rushed over there.

Three people excluding Manager Seong.

Those three were searching through the hermitage, and among them, Ju So-ah picked up a box that had been buried in the ground.

Looking at Won Yang who sighed in disappointment for not finding it first, Ju So-ah said.

“I found it.”

When Woon-hwi gestured, Ju So-ah quickly ran over and handed him the box.

Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron.

Since it was a box made from that rare material, not only was it heavy, but its value was also exceptional.

Woon-hwi immediately handed it to Saeng-dong.

“Open it.”

“…You’re quite suspicious.”

As he silently held it out, the blood-covered Saeng-dong chuckled and pressed the bottom part of the box.

Then with a clicking sound, the box opened, revealing a single manual inside.

The characters written on the cover.

Taeyeong Secret Records.

“Do you believe me now?”

“I believe you.”

Woon-hwi, who quickly skimmed through and confirmed the contents of the Taeyeong Secret Records, slowly stood up from his seat.

“I like your guts.”

“…”

“I want to make one thing clear.”

“…What is it.”

“If I go to Eumbaek Mountain and there’s nothing there, meaning you deceived me, I’ll give you a definite answer. These Taeyeong Secret Records won’t be used as you wish.”

“…”

“Friction with the Origin Blood Sect? There are countless ways to resolve that. If you’ve heard about me, you should know for certain that I’m not someone who moves without thinking.”

Saeng-dong gulped.

It wasn’t wrong.

In the world, the man called Woon-hwi was called a genius of baduk and also called a genius of tactics.

He was definitely not someone who moved without thinking.

Hadn’t he already proven it countless times?

And Saeng-dong wasn’t a fool either.

He didn’t doubt that he would die here. But he didn’t want to die alone. He had received orders and carried them out, but if those who carried them out bore all the responsibility, then the higher-ups would have just enjoyed pleasure without responsibility.

He really didn’t want that.

“I have told you the complete truth.”

When Woon-hwi nodded and extended his hand to the side, Manager Seong handed him a sword.

Before swinging it, Woon-hwi asked as if he had forgotten something.

“Is Yu Cheong involved?”

“…Do you mean the Vice Sect Leader? He probably has nothing to do with this.”

Even Woon-hwi from his previous life didn’t properly know his true nature.

If Saeng-dong had known that, it would have been even stranger.

Woon-hwi nodded and swung his sword without a moment’s hesitation.

Swoosh.

Saeng-dong’s head fell to the ground.

Silently handing the sword back to Manager Seong, Woon-hwi said briefly.

“We’ll go to Eumbaek Mountain. Follow me.”

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

The Alliance Leader’s office, where Gun Mu-gyeol’s twin swords hung on the wall, was shrouded in a heavier silence than usual. Before him lay a report that had just arrived.

“The leader of the Blood Spirit Five Groups is… dead?”

Gun Mu-gyeol’s voice was calm, but it contained bewilderment as if he couldn’t believe it, and Zhuge Yeong-hyeon, who was present, immediately spoke up.

“That’s not all. Not only the poisoners of Poison Snake Valley, but also three blood practitioners of the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth died together.”

“…I’m asking because I really don’t understand, but who do you say led this?”

“Seol Woon-hwi. It’s a confirmed fact.”

Gun Mu-gyeol, who had been gently stroking the desk made of paulownia wood, let out a hollow laugh.

A week ago, he had sent an official letter of apology for all conflicts between the Martial Alliance and the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.

He didn’t just send a letter. He also sent Wang Mu-ha, the Geum Do-gi-hyeop.

Wang Mu-ha was a martial artist who had gained enlightenment to reach Limitless Divine Manifestation through a game with Woon-hwi, and sending such a martial artist along was equivalent to the Martial Alliance officially acknowledging defeat to Seol Woon-hwi.

That acknowledgment included everything from the Bongrae issue to planting spies in the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace before that.

Since the situation had completely tilted, it was beyond what they had to fold somehow – it was a major concession.

Because he acknowledged Woon-hwi’s skills and strategic thinking, he endured losing face as the leader of the Martial Alliance.

But such a guy.

“Touched the Origin Blood Sect? And the leader of the Blood Spirit Five Groups at that? I can’t understand it at all.”

It was nothing new that three forces got entangled over a stone thrown in jest.

However, neither the Sichuan Sect nor the Martial Alliance had any intention of holding the Origin Blood Sect responsible.

No, they couldn’t. It was none other than that Origin Blood Sect.

The greatest organization in the Central Plains. It was filled with super masters of the Five Realms of Martial God, and the sect leader Cheon Do-ja had firmly held the position of martial supreme for over a hundred years.

If he made up his mind, even the Martial Alliance would be torn apart.

Gun Mu-gyeol slowly stood up from his seat and walked to the window.

“…I knew he was smart, but was that all there was to it.”

A strange light flashed in the eyes of Zhuge Yeong-hyeon, who was standing behind. He stood silently while hiding his expression, but inside he was laughing.

Those moments of being toyed with by Woon-hwi flashed through his mind. When his scheme was seen through at Bongrae, when the situation was overturned by Woon-hwi’s divine move, when voices condemning Zhuge Yeong-hyeon rose within the Martial Alliance due to the Bongrae incident, those humiliating memories of losing not only face but also dignity were tormenting him even at this moment.

But not anymore.

‘Heaven’s fortune is following me… He trusted his own head too much, and now he’s about to ruin the Snow Palace itself.’

His inner thoughts were filled with mockery.

‘Crazy bastard. Stupid bastard.’

But outwardly, he maintained his composure.

“What will you do?”

At Zhuge Yeong-hyeon’s question, Gun Mu-gyeol slowly turned his head.

“What do you think?”

“I believe one of two things will definitely happen: the destruction of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, or Seol Woon-hwi’s death.”

Gun Mu-gyeol looked at Zhuge Yeong-hyeon silently.

If he thought about it carefully, that was correct.

That kind of thinking was natural. Touching the Origin Blood Sect meant exactly that.

But he had a slight ‘what if’ thought.

He had never underestimated Seol Woon-hwi’s value. He had evaluated him highly, which is why he decided he must be killed.

But making such a self-destructive move?

…Maybe there’s something more to it.

“Let’s watch for now.”

At Gun Mu-gyeol’s words, Zhuge Yeong-hyeon bowed his head.

In his eyes was a secret anticipation, and ultimately it was one thing.

Woon-hwi’s destruction.

Zhuge Yeong-hyeon was now expecting exactly that.

* * *

The main alliance of the Sichuan Sect was located on a cloud-dwelling peak at the border of Sichuan.

From the alliance leader’s residence, one could look down at the entire world at a glance, and Kang Cheon-u stood with his back to that scenery, reading a letter he had just received.

While Mo Yong Nam-cheon stood quietly, Kang Cheon-u’s expression changed. And finally, he let out a hollow laugh.

“Hahaha… Well, this is something.”

Mo Yong Nam-cheon, with a serious expression, opened his mouth.

“…I fully understand that you hold Seol Woon-hwi in high regard, Alliance Leader… but this seems a bit excessive.”

To be precise, it wasn’t just a bit excessive, but very excessive.

It was only two days. In just two days, he had touched the Origin Blood Sect.

This couldn’t be explained by calling it crazy.

Was he even human?

“Vice Alliance Leader.”

“Yes.”

Kang Cheon-u scratched his head.

“…I gave that guy the Evolution Heaven Command Sword, but would it look strange if I took it back now?”

“It would look strange.”

“…Very much?”

“Yes.”

Kang Cheon-u burst into loud laughter. His laughter was deep and contained genuine joy.

It was unpredictable.

“…Are you alright?”

“No, I’m not alright.”

“…”

“I went through the trouble of giving him a sword, but now I’m going to have to hold a funeral, and the sword will end up in Cheon Do-ja’s hands. Would you be happy if you were me?”

“…That… we don’t know yet… do we?”

“Right, we don’t know yet.”

Mo Yong Nam-cheon was a man with really quick perception.

Looking at Seol Woon-hwi’s position, he was both an illegitimate son and the youngest.

No matter how excellent his value was, and no matter how promising his future seemed, someone in that position couldn’t become the supreme leader of the Snow Palace.

Even if he did, there would inevitably be internal opposition.

Opposition that wasn’t openly revealed and opposition that was revealed.

That would ultimately become the seed of discord.

This had to be seen as a predetermined sequence. That’s what being the leader of a faction meant.

Especially organizations like the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, where the ruling faction was determined by bloodline, had to strictly observe this.

Then why would Kang Cheon-u have given Seol Woon-hwi the Evolution Heaven Command Sword?

“…If you truly intend to make him your successor, we should intervene at this point.”

Kang Cheon-u smiled slightly.

“You’re the only one who understands my heart.”

“With the years we’ve spent together, how could I not know?”

“But what do you mean by intervening?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. We need to bring the Sichuan Sect’s forces and block the Origin Blood Sect together with the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace. If that happens, the Martial Alliance won’t be able to stay still either.”

“Because they have the justification of protecting Murim’s peace and order.”

“Yes. No matter how powerful Cheon Do-ja of the Origin Blood Sect is, if the Sichuan Sect, Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, and even the Martial Alliance step forward, he’ll have no choice but to retreat.”

“But would Gun Mu-gyeol cooperate? That vermin-like bastard?”

“…He will be very wary of Seol Woon-hwi. He’s probably full of thoughts of killing him.”

“That’s right. That guy was always afraid of things he couldn’t control. Seol Woon-hwi is an existence beyond his control and is only seventeen years old… Cooperation? Even if he does, he’ll probably just scheme behind the scenes.”

“Even so, if there’s the signboard of the Martial Alliance, we might be able to stop it.”

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