Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 169

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Chapter 169

“…Young Master. Please stay by my side.”

I turned my head to look quietly at Seo Hyo’s voice that had followed me at some point.

This must certainly be unexpected for him too.

That’s why he’s so tense like that.

Looking closely, his tendency to worry a lot wasn’t unlike Manager Seong.

“…Why… are you looking at me like that?”

It somehow felt like the second guardian position that had been vacant all this time was finally filled.

I patted Seo Hyo’s shoulder and continued walking.

* * *

The group began walking along the jade bridge.

At the front was Seol Ho-ryeong, followed by Yeon Chu-ha and Hyeon Jin from Baek-ryeon-gak, Dong U the twelfth brigade leader of Cheon Seol Sip Sam Dae and Yang Geon from Baekseol Wiryeong-dan, and about five steps behind them walked Woon-hwi and Seo Hyo.

Woon-hwi looked down with a strange expression.

The flowing clouds looked just like a river.

With each step, clear bell sounds rang from the bridge, and this was the first time in Woon-hwi’s life he had seen such a mystical place.

Shaolin Temple was gradually getting closer.

Everyone’s breathing began to get slightly rougher, but only Woon-hwi remained perfectly fine.

Despite being at a height that seemed nearly ten li from the ground, Woon-hwi showed no signs of fatigue at all, which finally made Seo Hyo ask.

“…By any chance, can you use internal energy?”

Looking at Seo Hyo who wore an expression of incomprehension, Woon-hwi chuckled.

“You must be neglecting your usual training.”

“…I don’t think so?”

It was a natural fact, but masters at the Heaven-Human Realm or Divine Transformation Realm level were people on a different dimension from ordinary people.

Setting aside the level of their qi, the level of their physical bodies itself was different from others.

Their stamina was exceptionally high and their reaction speed was also tremendous.

This was because they didn’t neglect their training.

It was natural that Seo Hyo couldn’t understand now. How could Seol Woon-hwi of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown possess stamina that surpassed those who had reached the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth?

However, he was overlooking one thing.

Though Woon-hwi did countless physical training sessions, his current body was one that had completed Bone Transformation.

The Ten Thousand Year Carp’s Inner Core had evolved Woon-hwi’s body into something beyond that of ordinary people.

“Seo Ha.”

“…Yes.”

“Focus.”

“…I understand.”

Before long, they reached the end of the stairs.

The magnificent scale of Shaolin Temple unfolded before their eyes.

Should it be called legend itself?

Massive halls built with clouds as pillars, roofs made of lapis lazuli that held the color of the sky, and rainbow-colored bridges crossing between them.

“How can such a place exist…”

At Yeon Chu-ha’s words filled with awe, most people seemed to agree and nodded their heads.

And naturally, everyone’s gaze turned toward one place.

It was a golden hall above a massive iron gate.

There, it was written:

Beob Un-jeon (Hall of Dharma Clouds).

“A hall where the clouds of Buddhist scriptures gather…”

As Seol Ho-ryeong muttered quietly, the massive iron gate began to open by itself with a creaking sound.

And everyone present stood as if nailed to the spot for a moment.

Beyond the iron gate, a scene that transcended imagination unfolded, where thousands, no, tens of thousands of scriptures were stored in a place so vast it was difficult to take in at a glance.

They weren’t ordinary books, as they glowed as if alive, and some were even floating in mid-air.

And in the center of the Great Hall was a massive golden lotus throne, upon which someone was seated.

His face, emanating such brilliant golden light from his body, had nothing on it.

Though it was clearly the shape of a face, it had no eyes, ears, nose, or even mouth.

Looking at that face with nothing on it like an egg, Yang Geon muttered.

“Bodhisattva…”

At least none of those present had devoted themselves to Buddhism. But looking at that Buddha statue, even non-existent Buddhist faith would arise.

It could truly be called a peculiar Buddha statue.

As if by agreement, everyone began moving and entering inside.

Among those looking around, Yang Geon from Baekseol Wiryeong-dan, who had shown particular interest in the Buddha statue, began approaching it.

“Going over there?”

At Seol Ho-ryeong’s question, Yang Geon said.

“I think I need to investigate a bit. Dae Seol-rin.”

“Don’t go.”

“…What?”

“Do you know what might be there? Wait a bit.”

It was when Yang Geon was smiling awkwardly.

Kuuuuung.

The entire Great Hall resonated, and light began pouring out from the ‘108 Buddha statues’ carved on the walls.

They began falling away from the walls one by one, then began taking shape as if life was being breathed into them, and in an instant, a total of 108 Buddha statues surrounded the group.

Hyeon Jin’s face turned pale.

“… The 108 Arhat Formation…?”

Soon.

The 108 arhats simultaneously raised their hands toward them. At that moment, a voice rang in everyone’s minds simultaneously.

「Only those who seek the Way with a pure heart can obtain the wisdom of Beob Un-jeon. Show us your hearts.」

As soon as the words ended, the arhats simultaneously attacked. The speed was too fast for bodies made of stone.

Seol Ho-ryeong immediately tried to counterattack, but his internal energy still didn’t work.

He blocked the first arhat’s attack with his bare hands, but his body was pushed back by the impact.

A strange smile was drawn on Seol Ho-ryeong’s lips.

This situation seemed truly interesting to him.

“Youngest.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t die.”

“Don’t worry.”

Having said that, Seol Ho-ryeong began facing four arhats simultaneously.

Dong U was already fighting against two arhats.

His martial arts were excellent, but without internal energy, it was difficult to completely block the arhats’ attacks.

Suddenly, three more arhats that had fallen from the wall rushed at him. Now Dong U had to face five arhats. Bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

“Do you think Baekseol would crumble to something like this! Ha!”

With Dong U’s battle cry, his body spun like a whirlwind.

Though he had no internal energy, he was enduring the arhats’ attacks with just the strength of his body trained over long years.

However, the arhats’ attacks were sharp. Among them, an arhat wielding a vajra broke through Dong U’s opening.

Kwaaaaang-!!

It struck Dong U’s shoulder hard.

“Kugh!”

Dong U staggered. Not missing that gap, another arhat swung its chains.

The chains wrapped around and caught Dong U’s ankle.

“Damn…!”

Dong U lost his balance and fell to one knee. At that moment, the third Nahan charged at him with a hidden dagger aimed at his neck.

Yeon Chu-ha saw this and tried to rush over, but he too was surrounded by six Nahan. Anxiety spread across his cold eyes.

“Watch out!”

Hyeon Jin’s shout echoed through the hall. The hidden dagger stretched toward his neck.

It was a critical moment, and in this brief instant, Dong U anticipated death.

Until two streaks of light shot forth.

Slash-!

Slash-!

The first cut the Nahan who had thrust the hidden dagger at Dong U in half, and the second severed the iron chains bound to Dong U’s feet.

Long hair fluttered in the air.

It was Seol Ho-ryeong.

“How meaningless would it be if someone who must support Cheon Seol Moon were to die in a place like this?”

Dong U gritted his teeth as he looked at Seol Ho-ryeong, who was smiling faintly.

“…Thank you.”

Dong U rose from the bridge site and began fighting the Nahan again.

No matter how much internal energy he lacked, there were days when he had lived staking his life on a single sword.

The spirit of a warrior is not something that crumbles so easily.

That’s when it happened.

More than ten Nahan began rushing toward Yang Geon of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan. Yang Geon, already wounded in several places, couldn’t possibly handle ten more Nahan.

Seol Ho-ryeong charged forward.

His sword had no internal energy, yet strangely, he was cutting down one Nahan with each strike. It wasn’t for nothing that Seol Ho-ryeong was called a genius.

All people, and all objects, have something called ‘grain.’

That grain represents the most vulnerable part, and if you target it, you can deliver a proper blow to any weapon.

Seol Ho-ryeong was a man who could see that grain, and he was a man whose spirit, energy, and mind were so perfectly unified that he could cut through entire weapons with a single sword.

Slash-!

Slash-!

His movements, cutting two Nahan in half in an instant, were remarkably fast even without internal energy.

While Seol Ho-ryeong was charging in, Yang Geon ducked to avoid the first Nahan’s attack, but couldn’t dodge the second Nahan’s spear.

Thud-!

The spear pierced deep into his side, and the third Nahan swung nunchucks toward Yang Geon’s leg.

Crack-!

When that weapon struck Yang Geon’s leg hard, he fell to his knees.

“Gasp…”

The second Nahan pulled out the spear, and just as the third Nahan was about to swing the nunchucks.

Slash-!

Crash-!

The Nahan who was about to swing the nunchucks was cut in half, and Seol Ho-ryeong’s foot struck the chest of the Nahan who was thrusting the spear.

Seol Ho-ryeong’s eyes sparkled as he watched the Nahan slide backward.

Left neck, and right lower abdomen.

Grain.

Seol Ho-ryeong’s sword flew toward the left neck.

Slash-!

The Nahan’s head shot up into the sky.

He immediately helped Yang Geon to his feet and said.

“Are you okay?”

Yang Geon, with his pale face bleeding, nodded.

“I’m sorry… Commander…”

“Sorry for what? Stay back as much as possible. I’ll finish this quickly and stop your bleeding.”

Seol Ho-ryeong felt something slightly strange about Yang Geon’s words, but didn’t mind it.

He thought there were more important things to worry about.

It was just as he turned around to face the Nahan again.

Yang Geon’s eyes changed. To cold, ruthless eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand.

In his hand was a small hidden dagger. Its direction was aimed not at the other Nahan, but at Seol Ho-ryeong’s back.

I’m sorry.

“…I’m truly sorry…!”

He immediately kicked off from his position and thrust the hidden dagger, but.

Thud-!!

With a sharp cutting sound through the air, a long sword flew and pierced through Yang Geon’s head.

Thud.

The hidden dagger fell from his hand, and he froze with his eyes wide open.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward the source of that weapon.

It was Seol Woon-hwi.

As if he couldn’t understand, Seol Ho-ryeong looked at Seol Woon-hwi with wide eyes.

“…Just now… what is this…?”

Seol Woon-hwi spoke.

“I told you, didn’t I? To be more careful of people than the Secret Realm.”

Seol Woon-hwi’s voice was calm, but ruthlessness was seeping through it.

Only then did Seol Ho-ryeong notice. The fallen Yang Geon and the hidden dagger in front of him.

No matter who looked at it, this hidden dagger was clearly aimed at Seol Ho-ryeong himself.

“What… what is this…”

He couldn’t continue his words. However, there was no time to think. The Nahan were attacking again.

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