Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 198

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Chapter 198

Woon-hwi stepped back a couple of paces and stared at Juche.

In this situation where Yeon Su-on and Gok Jin-bung’s screams echoed throughout, he was glaring at Woon-hwi with both fists clenched tightly.

If looks could kill, Woon-hwi would have died hundreds of times at this very moment.

“Hey kid. Don’t worry. With me here, do you really think you’ll die?”

No Cheon-myeong seemed to find this situation truly amusing as he grinned and stayed by Woon-hwi’s side.

That distance was truly perfect.

If Juche were to move, it was the optimal position to rush forward and block him instantly, no matter where he went.

“Hey, just like when you massacred those Origin Blood Sect bastards, I trust you’ll handle this well too.”

“Don’t worry. And with this help, I intend to settle the debt between Senior No and myself.”

“Huh?”

“I’m saying you won’t have to live indebted to me anymore.”

“Hey.”

“Yes.”

“Why are you deciding that settlement on your own?”

Woon-hwi tilted his head.

“Even if you say it’s settled, it’s not for me. You saved me from death and have treated me well. I’ll settle the debt when I want to. Just keep using me.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Me? Bothered? Well. There’s no reason to be bothered.”

This was truly sincere.

No Cheon-myeong absolutely never takes the grace he received from Woon-hwi lightly. Frankly speaking, even if treated like a subordinate, he’s fully prepared to follow.

Every time Woon-hwi requests help, very interesting situations keep arising.

“You must have been really bored at Divine Ginseng Valley.”

“You bastard… If you know that, call me more often. And when else in my lifetime would I get to witness one of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace’s twin pillars crumble?”

In the end, Woon-hwi burst into laughter.

Woon-hwi laughing in a situation where chilling screams echoed was beyond creepy.

The hundreds of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan members watching couldn’t understand this situation at all, Juche was refining his anger, and Yang Cheol was closing his eyes and thinking deeply about something, feeling betrayed by Yeon Su-on.

The two people who maintained relative calm approached Woon-hwi.

They were Seol Mu-ryun and Seol Yeon-hwa.

Woon-hwi had wanted these two to suppress Baek-ryeon-gak together with Seolhwa Mountain Villa, but this wasn’t bad either.

Even with just his maternal family’s sect, Seolhwa Mountain Villa, Baek-ryeon-gag could be sufficiently suppressed.

“You two, I’m sorry for making you come such a long way.”

Woon-hwi’s voice was very calm as he spoke, but the expressions of the two looking at him were full of worry.

His wounds were deep and blood was flowing from all over his body. No Cheon-myeong was helping with hemostasis and applying wound medicine, but it couldn’t be denied that these were serious injuries.

“Don’t worry about the wounds. I’m a martial artist.”

“…Right, you’re a martial artist.”

Seol Mu-ryun asked while catching his breath.

“Then, setting aside this situation, let me ask something else. I received and read your letter completely. Did you really have to go that far?”

“Yes. That way it becomes easier for Father to choose.”

“…If you mean choice, surely it’s not related to Cheonuimeng.”

Woon-hwi nodded.

Clearly speaking, Snow Palace affairs and Cheonuimeng affairs are separate matters.

But Woon-hwi definitely intends to participate in the great undertaking of reviving Cheonuimeng.

“The revival of Cheonuimeng is a hotly burning topic even in Zhongyuan Murim. But that place…”

Seol Mu-ryun was quick-witted. Because he was quick, he realized clearly.

The events that would unfold there would be a miniature version of the war between orthodox and demonic sects.

If Sa-ma Oe-jong or O Dae Geom-jong seized control of that place, the power structure of Murim would become incredibly complicated.

They couldn’t just stand by and let it become their private organization.

Woon-hwi smiled gently.

“You don’t need to worry. It’s the most dangerous place, so I can’t turn away from it, which is why it’s right for me to go and handle it. Elder Brother and Elder Sister, please assist Elder Brother at Snow Palace.”

And.

“Today, I will show you the rotten parts of Snow Palace. I don’t know what you two will think, but since you’ve trusted me, please trust me to the end.”

Leaving behind the two who nodded, Woon-hwi turned his head.

“Stop… Stop! I’ll tell… no, I’ll speak!”

Gok Jin-bung, unable to endure Manager Seong’s torture any longer, was the first to speak.

“Yeon Su-on… ordered it… Yeon Su-on instructed me to let the assassins from Yu-hon Mun and poisoners from Poison Snake Valley infiltrate Snow Mountain. And…”

And what came next was important.

“He offered our members to Cheon-nyeon Mage School…!”

Manager Seong was crying inside.

Though Gok Jin-bung looked so pathetic now, thirty years ago, he wasn’t such an inadequate person.

From Gok Jin-bung with his spirited eyes, Manager Seong learned the value of Snow Mountain and the mindset of a man protecting the descendants of the polar region.

Even while ascending to Harmony Realm and receiving and carrying out missions under Juche, Manager Seong respected Gok Jin-bung.

He truly, truly respected him.

“I really didn’t want to do it… That despicable human Yeon Su-on threatened me, so I had no choice… I really had no choice.”

Saying this, Gok Jin-bung grabbed Manager Seong’s trouser leg.

“You… don’t you know me. I… really cared for the members. So please explain to Lord Hyeon Seol-rin…”

He kicked Gok Jin-bung away.

Thwack!

“Ugh… Ughhhh.”

He couldn’t say anything more.

Gok Jin-bung lay collapsed, sobbing, while Yeon Su-on glared at Woon-hwi with cold eyes as if he had given up.

It was over.

Woon-hwi turned his head to look at Juche.

“Anything more to say?”

Juche, who had squeezed his eyes shut, knelt down.

“…Nothing.”

“Then, there’s something you must do now.”

Was Juche innocent or not innocent?

Was it the deviation of the Vice Commander and Chief Instructor, or wasn’t it?

Was it really just Juche’s incompetence?

There was one way to explain all of this.

Juche quietly applied Pressure Point Technique on himself.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy covering his body scattered.

Juche was.

Simply incompetent, nothing more.

* * *

The Vice Palace Lord’s office located in the Main Palace of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace was situated in a massive hall.

From the window here, the towering Snow Mountain could be seen clearly, and Yang Seol-jin often came here to admire Snow Mountain while taking breaks from work.

It was the same now.

Since entrusting himself to Snow Palace, or perhaps even before that, his purpose had never changed.

Devouring Snow Palace? That wasn’t his purpose.

It was merely an additional benefit.

Not for a single moment had Yang Seol-jin’s purpose ever changed.

The ‘legacy of the primordial era’ on that Snow Mountain he was looking at now.

That was his purpose.

He knew the records of Cheon-nyeon Mage School.

Those records stated this:

-On the 15th day of the 3rd month in the year of Sinchuk, someone secretly stole the Cheonji Wonyeong from the main camp of the Thousand Year Demon Cult in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

This incident was a major event that shook the very foundation of the Thousand Year Demon Cult, and the chaos and shock within the Demon Cult were indescribable.

-On the 5th day of the 2nd month in the year of Imin, the great thief who stole the Cheonji Wonyeong was narrowed down to Cheon Hwa Jin-in of Huashan and Seol Heun of the North Sea Ice Palace. The Bright King ordered this incident to be kept strictly secret and for the two to be secretly pursued.

To conclude, it wasn’t Huashan.

Seol Heun couldn’t be confirmed for certain either, but the records weren’t there for nothing. There must have been a reason why it was narrowed down to Cheon Hwa Jin-in and Seol Heun, and as a result, Huashan was destroyed.

Since there was no record of the Cheonji Wonyeong being recovered, Seol Heun was highly likely, which is why Yang Seol-jin entered the Snow Palace.

And he saw the poem that Seol Heun left behind.

After seeing that, he was convinced.

The Cheonji Wonyeong is in the Snow Palace.

In other words, the legacy of the primordial era and the treasure of Snow Mountain refers to the Cheonji Wonyeong, one of the three great divine objects of the Thousand Year Demon Cult.

He would reclaim it.

He had already gathered ‘two’.

The last one.

With that, the reconstruction of the Thousand Year Demon Cult would be complete.

Stroking his chin, he turned his steps.

The Palace Lord would have arrived by now. There was much to discuss.

While he was away, the Snow Palace had truly become a complete mess.

As if orchestrated, the Polar Descendants moved, and Cheon-seol-mun and Seolhwa Mountain Villa moved.

‘There are no loose ends that could identify me, but I should prepare just in case.’

Yang Seol-jin, who had opened the door, stopped right there in his tracks.

From the corridor across, Seol Jung-cheon and Hyeon Sim were walking together. Yang Seol-jin maintained a composed expression and bowed politely.

“I greet the Palace Lord.”

Though he showed proper courtesy, questions arose in his mind.

Something about the aura he felt from Seol Jung-cheon was strange, one could say.

It was such a subtle difference that he couldn’t be certain.

What is it?

He slightly raised his head.

Seol Jung-cheon had gone to meet another woman and was only now returning.

But his eyes were excessively calm. So calm that it was rather unsettling.

‘…Something has definitely changed… What is it?’

Yang Seol-jin, who had reached the realm of Limitless Divine Manifestation, was now approaching the next realm of Dao Transformation Authority Truth.

His instincts clearly recognized the difference, but his mind couldn’t process it.

Something… it really was something.

Seol Jung-cheon approached and patted Yang Seol-jin’s shoulder. Though the touch was extremely light and gentle, Yang Seol-jin felt a chill run down his spine for a moment.

“Many things happened while I was away.”

“…Yes. There were.”

Cheon-seol-mun, Baek-ryeon-gak, Seol-ryeong-gak, and.

Baekseol Wiryeong-dan.

Some died, but some were captured alive.

Normally, at this point, Yang Seol-jin should flee.

But fleeing would be tantamount to admitting guilt, and furthermore, if there were no grounds for involvement.

If he was truly clean, there was no reason to flee.

Yang Seol-jin was a thorough man. Since he had already taken measures long ago, he continued with the words he had prepared.

“Those who dared to covet the Palace Lord’s stronghold and even target the lives of the Polar Descendants, the sacred bloodline, should absolutely not be killed comfortably.”

Seol Jung-cheon smiled gently.

And that smile was strangely similar to ‘Seol Woon-hwi’s’ smile.

“You only say the right things.”

“You flatter me…”

“That’s why I don’t intend to kill you comfortably. You’ll have to spill everything you know.”

“…Pardon?”

“Has it been entertaining all this time?”

At that cold voice, Yang Seol-jin’s heart sank.

How…

Just how…?

“Sleep for now.”

Seol Jung-cheon flicked his finger.

Snap-!

Along with that sound.

Crackle-!!

The entire building except for Hyeon Sim froze solid.

Hyeon Sim looked at Seol Jung-cheon’s back with an moved expression. Those broad shoulders, the appearance of a ruler who could bear all of Snow Mountain.

He turned his head. Behind him, Yang Seol-jin stood frozen solid, and Seol Jung-cheon’s eyes were dyed pure white.

“Hyeon Sim.”

“…Yes, Palace Lord!”

“I heard a rough account, but it’s insufficient. Go find out everything that happened while I was away. In detail.”

“By your command-!”

The master of Snow Mountain had returned.

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