Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195

Chapter 4

There was not the slightest change in Yeon Su-on’s expression.

“Origin Blood Energy? What is that?”

“Are you feigning ignorance?”

“Unfortunately, I’m not shameless enough to pretend to know what I don’t know, Hyeon Seol-rin.”

Seol Woon-hwi chuckled and immediately swung his foot.

Crack—!

With a bone-chilling sound, Yeon Su-on took the hit to his side and flew straight into the pond.

Seol Woon-hwi walked silently forward.

“Stop, don’t come any closer.”

At those words, Seol Woon-hwi stopped right where he was.

Yeon Su-on’s eyes were calm.

As if he had resolved himself to something.

Seol Woon-hwi spoke quietly.

“There are two types among martial artists.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

Though he spoke as calmly as possible, Seol Woon-hwi ignored his words and continued.

“The first type are those who remember until the end why they took up the sword. They never abandon their path. They follow that path in life, and they follow that path in death.”

Water was dripping steadily from Yeon Su-on’s body.

“And the second type are those who abandon their path and chase profit. They sell even their pride as martial artists and eventually deny the very path they once walked.”

Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes gleamed sharply.

“Your decision was quick, and your action even quicker… You deliberately allowed my attack.”

That was correct.

Now Seol Woon-hwi could clearly see it. The Origin Blood Energy flowing from Yeon Su-on’s body was binding his own neck and limbs—no, three limbs.

If Seol Woon-hwi approached any further, Yeon Su-on would take his own life with his own energy.

“Cunning, but the fact that you completed your calculations and put them into action the moment your identity was exposed is almost admirable.”

“…”

“Your energy vessel is only at the level of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown… That must have been intentional. That level would be necessary to deceive the eyes of everyone around you.”

“…”

“There’s much I want to hear, yet you’ve made it so I can’t easily move. Even your decisiveness—you resemble ‘someone’ I know.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Seol Woon-hwi continued speaking quietly.

“Origin Blood Energy is an energy that even Yang Seol-jin cannot use, yet you work alongside Yang Seol-jin while having your foot in another camp. Who is it?”

“I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Seol Woon-hwi looked at Yeon Su-on quietly.

From the beginning, there were many things he could know without getting answers from Yeon Su-on.

“In Cheon Do-ja’s case, he deeply despises your type. No matter what he might do, he would never teach Origin Blood Energy to people like you. As for Yeong Woon-seong, the Grand Elder of the Origin Blood Sect, he may be incredibly ignorant, but he has clear judgment about what affairs to meddle in and what not to meddle in. For him to interfere in this? Even if the sky fell, that would never happen.”

Yeon Su-on’s eyes began to tremble. Those words from Seol Woon-hwi.

Those words coming from his mouth were things that absolutely no one but an insider could know, so how could he…?

“The idea that Yu Cheong and Yang Seol-jin are one body is a conclusion reached from Yang Seol-jin’s perspective. In the distant future, Yu Cheong eventually abandoned Yang Seol-jin. Yu Cheong is cunning enough to be involved in this matter, but strangely, I smell more of Jeong Do-cheon than Yu Cheong.”

Though Yeon Su-on’s composure was broken by the natural flow of logic, the Origin Blood Energy surrounding his body remained undisturbed.

Seol Woon-hwi asked in a small voice.

“Jeong Do-cheon of the Thunder Lightning Demon Sect is very interested in spirit medicines made from people. And when Baekseol Wiryeong Dan sends members on missions, they send them assuming death. Looking at it differently, this could be seen as tribute to Jeong Do-cheon. Am I right?”

Yeon Su-on’s lips trembled.

“…Who are you?”

“I am Hyeon Seol-rin.”

“…That’s not what I’m asking. What grudge do you have against me to make such false accusations!”

Seol Woon-hwi chuckled.

Yeon Su-on’s behavior was enough to recall a certain memory from the past.

To think someone would threaten with their own life.

He even made his decision immediately without even trying to fight, so there was nothing more that could be done.

“Let me make you a deal.”

“…A deal?”

“I know what you’re trying to do. And I’m prepared to handle it.”

“…What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“Mutual destruction, isn’t it?”

“…”

“I intend to kill you. But from an outside perspective, I would become a shameless bastard who killed an innocent hero of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan. And that would endanger my position in Snow Palace.”

“…”

“There are things I want to hear from you. If you give me that, you can die without pain. I promise you that.”

Yeon Su-on did not answer.

He simply looked at Seol Woon-hwi with quiet eyes.

“There’s no one around. Yeon Su-on.”

Yeon Su-on’s eyes, which had been expressing injustice, slowly curved.

Seol Woon-hwi looked at this shameless bastard and spoke slowly.

“The benevolent Yeon Su-on. The loyal old man who serves Snow Palace even after losing an arm. The hero of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan. A person everyone respects. But behind that facade…”

Yeon Su-on suddenly began to laugh. At first it was a small laugh, but it grew larger and finally became laughter filled with madness.

“Ha… Hahaha! Yes, that’s right. It was all a mask. What is left for me when my life as a martial artist has ended? People’s pity? Empty respect? What use are such things?”

He suddenly struck his own chest and growled in a low voice.

“You cannot know the pain of a martial artist who cannot live as a martial artist, the despair of internal energy drying up and the dantian dying. The humiliation of not being able to properly hold even chopsticks with hands that once held a sword all their life.”

Tears flowed from Yeon Su-on’s eyes. They were not tears seeking pity. They were tears of rage and frustration.

“‘He’ gave me the opportunity to return to being a martial artist. Origin Blood Energy is my remaining hope as a martial artist…”

Seol Woon-hwi shook his head.

“From the moment you abandoned the path of a martial artist, you were no longer a martial artist.”

“Shut up!”

Yeon Su-on suddenly rose to his feet. His eyes changed.

“You couldn’t even imagine what I gave up, what I lost.”

“It’s not imagination—I’m certain of it.”

“What?”

“You lost your foundation as a martial artist and gave up being human.”

Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes sharpened, and Yeon Su-on’s eyes sharpened as well.

“Speak. What do you want from me?”

Yeon Su-on’s changed tone didn’t even concern him.

“Did you cooperate with Yang Seol-jin on the surface while handing over members to Jeong Do-cheon behind the scenes?”

“That’s right.”

“I see.”

“Is that the end?”

“One last thing. Do you have a ledger?”

“No.”

Seol Woon-hwi chuckled.

“That’s a lie.”

“…What?”

“People like you always keep ledgers. If only to avoid dying alone when discovered. Whether fake or real, some kind of ledger would have been created. Where is the ledger?”

Yeon Su-on answered the question with a question.

“Seol Woon-hwi, do you trust me?”

“As if I would.”

“Likewise. I don’t trust you either. And the ledger? Go ahead and search for it. It won’t mean anything even if you find it.”

Before those words could even finish, Woon-hwi kicked off from his position.

It was the fastest speed he had ever shown, but.

Paaaaang-!!

The primal blood energy bursting from Yeon Su-on’s body strongly pushed Woon-hwi back.

He was pushed back with a sliding motion. The moment he raised his head.

Crack-! Crack-!

The sound of Yeon Su-on’s bones breaking was heard consecutively.

Strangely enough, the intensity and strength were almost identical to when Woon-hwi had kicked him earlier.

He shouted loudly as if for someone to hear.

“This is unfair!! Unfair… huh?”

Yeon Su-on, who was about to break his own neck, didn’t notice.

A single sword flying through the air, piercing through the void.

Before his neck could be broken.

Thunk-!

The Jinhwa Cheonryeong Sword lodged about one chi (approximately 3cm) below the center of his solar plexus.

Then, as if by magic, the primal blood energy in his body scattered into the void.

Yeon Su-on collapsed with a thud and spat out blood in disbelief.

Feet appeared in his field of vision.

It was Woon-hwi.

“How… how…?”

“I needed to know where the false dantian was located.”

“…What?”

“Go to sleep.”

Yeon Su-on’s eyes began to tremble.

This couldn’t happen.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t part of the plan. And his thoughts ended there. His eyes slowly closed under Woon-hwi’s pressure point technique.

Woon-hwi slowly approached and pulled out the Jinhwa Cheonryeong Sword that had been lodged in Yeon Su-on’s solar plexus, his expression showing no change whatsoever.

He had been more troublesome than expected, but it was fine.

Because he had captured him.

There were truly many things to hear from this bastard.

He took a short deep breath and turned his head.

A man had arrived. A man with a sturdy impression.

A reasonably agile body and sharp eyes.

It was Gok Jin-bung, the chief instructor of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan.

“…What is this situation right now…?”

“Yeon Su-on was a traitor who betrayed Seol Palace.”

“The Vice Commander cannot be a traitor!”

Woon-hwi’s expression changed strangely.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because he’s not that kind of person. Do you even have evidence?”

“I’ll have to look for it.”

“…You did that to him without even having evidence? Bring me proof right now! If you don’t, I will today…!”

“Chief Instructor Gok Jin-bung.”

“…Speak.”

“Do I need to work while convincing you?”

“…”

“A fool who doesn’t even know what end the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan members you taught met is talking about evidence?”

It was absurd.

“Stop it and stay holed up in your residence. You haven’t escaped suspicion either.”

Gok Jin-bung immediately drew a hidden dagger from his waist.

“You touched the Vice Commander without evidence…? How dare you touch that frail person who can’t even control his body properly!”

There are no phenomena in this world that occur without reason.

No matter how much Yeon Su-on had controlled Baekseol Wiryeong Dan through his popularity, it didn’t make sense for Gok Jin-bung to be this agitated.

He spoke quietly.

“Yeon Su-on was a spy. I will torture this bastard to find out everything about who is involved, and if you interfere with this matter, you will die.”

“…You are unqualified as a Polar Descendant.”

This was enough.

“I had hoped it was only Yeon Su-on.”

Gok Jin-bung flinched but instead shouted loudly.

“Our Vice Commander is not someone who deserves such treatment! Hand him over right now!”

Gok Jin-bung kicked off from his position.

The killing intent of him, who had reached the Divine Transformation Realm, was aimed not at Woon-hwi but at ‘Yeon Su-on’.

He was clearly trying to silence him.

A smile formed on his lips.

“You were also a turncoat.”

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