Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 205

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Chapter 205

Chapter 1

Bing Seol Hak-dang Outer Garden, Cheongchuk Hall.

Cheongchuk Hall was a place used by academy disciples to receive guests or converse with outsiders.

Here, Pae Woon, who was No Cheon-myeong’s disciple and one of the ‘two instructors’ at Bing Seol Hak-dang, was waiting for Woon-hwi along with a man.

When Woon-hwi arrived, Pae Woon rose from his seat and showed respect, and the man with him, Im Chi-woon, also rose and showed respect.

Im Chi-woon was the young master of Imgajang located in Jeok An, previously known as one of the three tigers of Jeok An.

Not long ago, Yang So of Jeok An had reported to Woon-hwi that this Im Chi-woon had a strange relationship with Sa-ma Oe-jong.

To such a person, Woon-hwi asked.

“Are you Im Chi-woon?”

Woon-hwi’s voice was calm, but the dignity contained within could not be ignored.

“Yes. It is an honor to meet the General Commander of Yang Ling-ju.”

Im Chi-woon bowed deeply. He wore white robes with a black sash, appearing at first glance like an ordinary martial artist. Woon-hwi nodded slightly and gazed at Im Chi-woon with sharp eyes before speaking quietly.

“I heard you’re related to Sa-ma Oe-jong, so it must be the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace.”

Im Chi-woon flinched. A look of bewilderment crossed his face before disappearing.

“How… did you know?”

“The Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace raises demon beasts. To be precise, they perform a special great technique called the Black Heaven Demon Beast Great Technique on ordinary livestock to transform and raise them as special spiritual creatures.”

Woon-hwi continued as he took a seat.

“That technique consists of three stages. First, Black Calamity Word Injection, second, Three Soul Seal Technique, and finally third, Soul Face Infusion. In the final Soul Face Infusion stage, distinctive soul marks appear around the eyes of both the demon beast and trainer, which most people wouldn’t be able to detect.”

Woon-hwi raised his hand and pointed to the area around Im Chi-woon’s eyes.

“Strangely enough, today they’re all too visible to me.”

The Heo Hyeon Energy that Woon-hwi used was an energy close to the origin.

Being able to use it also meant having advantages over anyone else in discovering things that weren’t revealed.

Im Chi-woon couldn’t hide his bewildered expression. The fact that the soul marks, a secret technique of the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace, had been exposed was shocking, but how could he know the technique in such detail?

“You must be well aware of the great undertaking to revive the Cheon-ui League.”

“…Yes. I couldn’t not know. Although I spend most of my time at the academy, isn’t it currently the hottest topic burning in the Central Plains?”

Woon-hwi continued calmly.

“I understand that the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace is also participating in that.”

Im Chi-woon fell silent for a moment.

“…Didn’t you know?”

“No. I knew.”

“Then let me ask one thing. I’m thinking of secretly contacting someone from the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace. If I use your name, who’s the highest person you could bring?”

The hierarchy system of the Black Heaven Demon Captive Palace was relatively simple. At the top was the Palace Lord, and below were the Four Great Beast Ancestors, Twelve Demon Spears, and Thirty-Six Beast Envoys.

Im Chi-woon fell into thought for a moment. His eyes deepened, then he carefully opened his mouth.

“…I know there are three Twelve Demon Spears participating in that great undertaking. Among them, I think the Snow Fire Demon Spear would be possible.”

The Twelve Demon Spears, directly below the Four Great Beast Ancestors, were specialists who each handled special demon beasts, and the Snow Fire Demon Spear was about middle rank among them.

“In about two weeks, I’d like you to send a letter asking to meet separately at the outer pavilion of the Cheon-ui League. Can you do that?”

“Of course.”

Woon-hwi nodded and looked at Pae Woon beside him.

“Im Chi-woon’s growth rate is truly excellent.”

“…Pardon?”

Pae Woon’s eyes widened.

Then Woon-hwi rummaged through his storage pouch and pulled out something in his handful.

Two Blue Snow Spirit Pills made by mixing 50-year-old blue snow grass and white snow flowers that grew in the Ten Thousand Year Snow Mountain area, and 10 Sinsamhwan.

When he handed them directly to Im Chi-woon, his eyes blinked.

“…This is… too generous a reward.”

“It’s not too generous. Your growth rate at the academy is excellent, and you’re a martial artist who will leave those three characters of your name in Murim in the future, so rather than being too generous, it seems insufficient.”

When Woon-hwi said this and pulled out 10 more top-grade Sinsamhwan, Im Chi-woon was left speechless with his mouth agape.

“Don’t forget. In two weeks, at the outer pavilion of the main Cheon-ui League.”

“…Yes… I will definitely convey it as such.”

Woon-hwi patted the shoulder of Im Chi-woon, who bowed deeply with reverent eyes, then turned his head to look at Pae Woon.

“How is the instructor life?”

“It’s busier than when I spent time in Divine Ginseng Valley, but it’s very different and enjoyable. Sir.”

“If you’re satisfied, that’s enough.”

Woon-hwi patted Pae Woon’s shoulder and moved his steps.

The two men who watched until Woon-hwi’s figure disappeared let out the breath they had been holding when he completely vanished from sight.

“Whew… Well, I’m one thing, but why are you like that, Instructor?”

“…What thoughts come to mind when you see the Dean?”

At Pae Woon’s question, Im Chi-woon thought for a moment then soon answered.

“It feels like facing a wall. High… solid… overwhelming.”

“The emotion I feel toward Hyeon Seol-rin is the same as that.”

Since Pae Woon prided himself on being quite clever, he could tell from Woon-hwi’s eyes and words.

That Woon-hwi was currently drawing a big picture.

However that picture was completed, Woon-hwi would bring results.

That was certainty.

Frankly speaking, for Pae Woon, Woon-hwi was in almost the same position as No Cheon-myeong.

Wasn’t he more than a benefactor?

Pae Woon scratched his head and turned it.

Snow was falling outside the window of Cheongchuk Hall.

* * *

After the incident at Snow Palace ended, Manager Seong was still spending busy days as Woon-hwi’s guardian. However, there was something that continued to bother him in one corner of his mind.

It was the expression of Juche, the Commander of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan, that he had seen last.

Yeon Su-on and Gok Jin-bung were both executed in front of everyone.

Seol Jung-cheon, who had directly executed those two, proclaimed that he would entrust Baekseol Wiryeong-dan to Juche once again, urged him never to make such mistakes again, and Juche knelt and said he would rebuild Baekseol Wiryeong-dan with his life.

Of course, Juche’s sin was not small.

Moreover, incompetence is generally not expressed as a sin.

However, even if he didn’t directly participate, as long as he was in the position of Commander, not having any sense that two core figures of Baekseol Wiryeong-dan had turned traitor was indeed a great sin.

In the position of Commander, incompetence was definitely a sin.

It was puzzling that Seol Jung-cheon had entrusted work to such a Juche again, and above all, it was puzzling that Woon-hwi had just watched it happen.

Given Woon-hwi’s personality, he wouldn’t let it slide so easily.

‘…There must have been some separate discussion.’

That was the right way to think about it.

Long ago, Manager Seong had received basic education from Gok Jin-bung and was deployed on missions. When he reached the Harmony Realm, he received direct teaching from Juche, and after reaching Ip Sin Gyeong, he was immediately deployed to assist Woon-hwi.

It was also because of Juche that he first entered Baekseol Wiryeong-dan, and it was also Juche who created the connection with Woon-hwi.

Manager Seong’s heart ached.

Juche was certainly an outstanding person, so how could he make such a mistake?

Sigh.

“Seong Yang-ho.”

Manager Seong, who had been looking at the falling snow, turned his head at the voice calling him.

Like when he first saw him, like when he received guidance at some point in the past.

He was positioned there as if he had been there from the beginning.

“…You’re still the same.”

It was Juche.

“It’s a cold day, but you’re not going inside.”

“Come on, why are you like this? You know well that I originally like snow.”

“Right… you did.”

“Why do you look so weak?”

Juche looked at Manager Seong in silence for a while.

“Commander?”

“Yang-ho.”

“Yes.”

“I’m ashamed.”

Manager Seong was flustered by the sudden apology.

“What are you ashamed of?”

“Don’t you know?”

Manager Seong held back his words. Out of respect for Juche.

“I will pay for my incompetence with death.”

“…Everyone makes mistakes.”

“They do. But I simply cannot forgive myself.”

Manager Seong doesn’t know what conversation took place between Woon-hwi and Juche.

If anyone knows, it would only be Seol Jung-cheon.

“I’m thinking of making preparations.”

“What kind of preparations?”

Juche’s voice contained deep self-reproach.

“For 40 years leading the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan, I only put discipline first. I thought discipline was order, and order was our very life.”

Juche placed his hand on the snow-covered railing.

“I always emphasized to the members that they must follow discipline, but I myself didn’t follow discipline, and instead used all my time to elevate my realm. Seong Yang-ho.”

“Yes.”

“I’m talking about the collapse of balance.”

Manager Seong didn’t know what to say. This was the first time he’d seen Juche like this.

“So then.”

Juche took something out from his chest. It was several secret manuals.

“I want to give these to you.”

“What are these?”

“Secret manuals of all the martial arts I’ve learned.”

Manager Seong’s eyes widened.

“Starting with Baekseol Muheon-bo, the Snow Shadow Thirteen Swords created by predecessor Han Am, and even Unmuyubo.”

Juche explained each manual one by one.

“The secret martial arts of Cheongun-gak especially must be practiced with care. Those are martial arts that reach the upper level of Martial God Grade.”

“Commander, this is too much…”

“Take them.”

It was a firm voice.

“Everything I’ve collected over my lifetime. The martial arts secret manuals of all past commanders of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan, and even the unique martial arts I created myself.”

Juche’s eyes held sincerity.

“In the future, if someone must lead the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan, it will probably be you. No, it must be you.”

“But this is…”

“You must find it strange. You’re forty years old this year. At that age, being at the Body Establishment Boundary is certainly impressive, but in the vast Central Plains, warriors with similar conditions to you are overflowing.”

“…Is my capacity enough to lead the Baekseol Wiryeong Dan?”

“You don’t even know yourself. Don’t underestimate yourself. Among all the members I’ve seen, you were the best.”

“Aren’t you praising me too much?”

Juche chuckled softly.

“Just once, if your blood vessels are properly opened, you’ll instantly rise to Divine Transformation Realm, then Heaven-Human Realm, and even further to Heaven-Human Unity without difficulty. So there’s no one but you.”

Manager Seong looked at the secret manuals. All the martial arts of Baekseol Wiryeong Dan.

And even the original secret manuals of Han Am, who was the first commander.

Especially.

Juche held out the last secret manual.

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